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| AND YOU WEREN'T THERE |

| Alejandro x Reader | Ch.1 |

(photo is AI generated and edited by me!)

warnings: heavyyy angst, +18, MDNI, body mutilation, torture, mention of blood and injury, near death, bloodlust, mention of guns, violence

summary: he betrayed you. He left you to shrivel and die. But you didn't, and now he will live to regret it. Yes, you died but you were reborn. Reborn as La Arana, The Spider.

word count: 2k

a/n: the beginning of a new series! This one has been on my mind for a while and I'm so happy to finally work on it. I'm really looking to writing more for this series. Let me know what you think!

The rain pelted against the top of the jeep as it sped through the winding roads. Rudy’s eyes squinted, trying his best to stay within the lane as the chaos unfolded in the back seat. Every few seconds, Rudy's eyes would flicker to the rear view mirror to Alejandro looming over your unconscious body laid out on the seat. Alejandro’s folded one underneath the other, pushing down hard against your chest in rhythm. But each compression, more blood spurted from your mangled lips. For a moment Alejandro believed you were remaining conscious behind your half-lidded eyes, but looking closer he could see them glazing over, exhaustion and blood loss taking you by the second. He couldn’t even give breaths because your face was completely covered in blood, staining your clothes and the seat. Alejandro was in full blown panic.

“Puta madre! Fuck, come on, stay with me,” Alejandro pleaded, desperately trying to find the source of the bleeding. “How much longer, Rudy?!”

“Half a klick, colonel,” Rudy said, trying to keep the tremble from his voice.

“Faster, she’s not responding,” Alejandro grabbed the sides of your head, shaking you.

“Cariño, stay awake, come on, stay awake,” Alejandro pleaded again.

Alejandro’s eyes widened in shock at the sound of a small gurgled sound emitting from your throat. You were trying to speak. You were still hanging on. The weak sound was enough to make his eyes water but he forced them away when he felt you let out a wheeze, the last of the air releasing from your lungs. Your eyelids felt so heavy, finally letting them fall.

“Cariño, baby wake up,” Alejandro said, his voice raw, “Mi vida, wake up, wake up!”

You were so tired. Your body weighed heavier than lead, as if being swallowed by the earth. You couldn’t hear the humming of the jeep, the squelching from the ragged cavity in your abdomen. Your face didn’t burn anymore. You felt like you were floating among the waves, looking up at the twilight sky as the tides began to slowly pull you down. It was so calm, so peaceful. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad way to go. Alejandro’s shouts began to slowly fade away into the darkness. Finally, sleep.

✂

Your eyes snapped open, immediately seeing the ceiling of the old barn. They didn’t stay there long, flickering over to the barn door, seeing it cracked open, letting the morning sun in with only the small figure of Valeria blocking it. She smirked up to you in your bird’s nest, immediately finding you laying in your hammock.

“Despierta dormilon!” She shouted up to you.

You quirked a brow, swinging your legs over to land on the creaky panels. You walked to the edge of the nest, leaning on your elbows over the bannister, looking down at her. The shadows casted over your frame, hiding your frame. Hiding your mutilated face.

“Mañana, hermanita,” Valeria said with a smile.

You grunted, unamused.

“You never were much of an early bird, were you,” said Valeria.

“What do you want?” You said, your tone cold.

Valeria’s expression became serious, dropping the playful demeanor.

“Our friend from the East has come to town, we need to make sure we keep him off the radar,” Valeria said.

You ran a hand through your long inky locks, “and what do you need from me, El Sin Nombre?”

Valeria smirked, hand on her hip, “I need you to work your magic, make sure we don’t have anyone crashing the party. And if we do, well, sabes qué hacer, La Araña…”

Your eyes didn’t reveal any emotion, just the same emptiness present since that day. Your mind began to wonder back to that night, unable to stop the traumatic images flashing from behind your eyes. Valeria could see it, she always knew when your mind would drift off from where you were. You always had a vibrant imagination, ever since you were children, and now it has become your detriment.

“Was it the same dream?” Valeria frowned.

You averted your gaze from her’s before nodding. Valeria sighed before nodding.

“Soon, hermanita,” Valeria growled, “we will bring them all down to their knees, and then, you will have your revenge.”

Your eyes hardened once more and gave a curt nod, leaving the bannister. You lifted the neck of your turtle neck, pulling it over your nose, concealing your face.

“Have your men ready, sister, there will be some sort of resistance, I’m sure of it,” you said bluntly, walking further into your nest.

“We’ll be ready, keep me posted,” Valeria said, walking out the barn door, closing it behind her.

You slid open the door to your den. A bulletin board covered in photos, some of rivaling cartels, some military, some high profile clients, and other pawns. But at the center of the bulletin with several throwing knives stabbed into it, a photo of none other than Alejandro Vargas. You didn’t dwell on it, stepping over the trail of wires scattered all over the room to your wall of screens mounted above your desk. The screens lit up as you plopped on to the seat. You propped your feet up on to the desk, your eyes flickering over the screens.

Valeria chose to hide in plain sight, performing as the ultimate enforcer. It gave her the power she always wanted, and she used that power to make Las Almas a better place. Of course, there were those who believed it to be blood money, but you could care less. You didn’t care about Las Almas, in fact, you wouldn’t have cared if the place was set ablaze. That was for El Sin Nombre to care about -- you had other plans.

Your eyes stopped on one particular screen. It was footage from downtown Las Almas on the main road that took you through the heart of the city. From the footage, you could see a line of blacked out Jeeps following each other down the road in procession. You screenshot the surveillance, zooming into one of the Jeeps with ease. Rage began to bubble in your chest as the pixels began to refine piece by piece, finally revealing him. Rudy was with him, of course, the two were inseparable. But you could see two other men in the back but the shadow was too harsh for you to make them out.

“Who’s your new friends, Mi Vida?” You mumbled bitterly, speed dialing Valeria.

She answered on the first ring, “what you got for me?”

“Old friends, heading to Hassan’s hideout,” you said, never tearing your eyes away from the screen.

“Los Vaqueros!” Valeria grinned over the line, “excellent work, Araña. Should I be expecting you?”

You stood to your feet, a new fire under them, “I’ll be out on recon. Out.”

With that you clicked, tossing the phone back on the desk before stalking to your gun locker. You grabbed your black duffle first, dropping it to your feet before grabbing your sniper rifle, slinging across your back. Examining a few throwing knives, you tucked them into your harness before slamming the locker shut. Your heated gaze became nailed on Alejandro’s sorry picture, unimaginable rage taking over your cool heart.

“No más esperas, hermana.”

✂

The dried sticks and leaves stuck and prodded at you as you laid among the shrubs. You kept your grip steady and gaze trained as your looked through the scope of the rifle. From upon the cliff, maybe a mile from the infiltrated base, you could see everything. Just as you expected, the Mexican Special Forces had swatted the hideout, but Hassan was long gone thanks to your intel. And instead of being greeted by their target, they were welcomed by the Mexican Army who was deep in Valeria’s pockets. Everyone was, it would be stupid if they weren’t.

You watched as the four men who escaped into the woods fought through the waves of soldiers waiting to ambush them. Much to your disdain, they weren’t much of a fight, eventually falling to the men. You were impressed -- these weren’t just Los Vaqueros. There were two other men, obviously not with the Mexican Special Forces. One of them had a funny haircut that stood him out from the rest and the other had an eerie skull mask concealing his face. It must have been a theme because his gloves also were decorated in a bone motif. Either way, both were proficient in the field, taking down Valeria’s paid Mexican Army left and right, and both had United Kingdom flag emblems stitched to their gear, a dead giveaway. It was clear they weren’t here for the cartel, they were here for Hassan.

You scope trained on Alejandro again, watching him as he took cover behind a few rocks among the forest. From your perch, you could see everything -- you could see the Mexican Army moving in as you had ordered, and you could see them fail as these lone four men plowed through them. You could take him, you had more than a couple clear shots, but you didn’t. You didn’t. There was still much to know as why these foreigners were intervening at what backup they could have that hasn’t been made clear. So for now, you were on standby.

You huffed as the men made their ways into a dead end, a cliff.

“You lead them right to a dead end, pendejo.”

You were almost surprised watching Alejandro hurdle himself over the cliff, only to land into the river below. Almost. Alejandro always found away. He was a stubborn man who didn’t stop when he had his mind made up. Perhaps at one time you would have found it charming, but now you just saw him as a menace. The other men followed his lead, diving into white water before making their way up stream. You openned your radio channel, a channel that could access any channel at your disposal, this time being the Mexican Army.

“Están en el agua, mantente alerta.”

The men didn’t respond, but as you could see, they had their hands full with how these men were making a fool of them all. Idiots. Again, the men took out the army men with ease, until finally reaching resistance where the army had their armored trucks aiming their artillery at the men. Your nerves began to flare, almost worried that Alejandro wouldn’t be able to make it through this one. That he wouldn’t meet his death by your hands. But as soon as the thought crossed your mind, the sound of piercing wind coming from the heavens above. In a blink of an eye, the convoy on the bridge became nothing but flames and shrapnel, destroying the bridge entirely.

Confused, your eyes shot to the blue sky, squinting through the sunlight until your eyes landed on a single US fighter plane. Americans? No doubt they were here for Hassan too. All you could do was watch as the plane soared farther away as the four men hopped into an abandoned Jeep, speeding away from their close call. With a frown, you watched as they disappeared down the dirt road until they were hidden by the trees. You grabbed your phone, dialing Valeria.

“Give me some good news,” she sounded grumpy.

“Los Vaqueros have made friends with our friends up North.”

“Americans? Puta madre, what the fuck do they want?”

You began your trek back to your truck, phone tucked against your ear and shoulder as you disassembled your rifle effortlessly.

“They aren’t the only ones, two others, British. Took out our men and went West.”

“Was he there?”

Valeria’s words made you stop in your tracks, listening to the tranquility of the forest around you. You let out a sigh.

“Affirm.”

Valeria knew from your tone that the man still lived, bringing a frown to her lips.

“Pronto, hermanita.”

You frowned but continued your way down the trail.

“Yeah.”

“Bring the general, his mistakes have cost us too much.”

You threw your duffle and rifle into the cabin of the truck, shucking off your gloves in the process.

“With pleasure, hermana.”

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It’s Heaven Underneath My Skin, But It’s Hell Out Here

alpha!Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x omega!f!reader

Tags friends in denial to lovers, unprotected piv sex feat. knotting, breeding/pregnancy kink, dirty talk, mild angst quickly resolved, no y/n

Word count 4.7k

You and Obi-Wan have been dancing around your feelings for one another for years, from when you were both young Jedi to now, when Obi-Wan is running the galaxy with you by his side. Though you both know how you feel for one another, neither of you actually seem to do anything about it, and part of you thinks that you’ll spend the rest of your life side-stepping the obvious. But your heat comes at an unfortunate time, and prompts the long-awaited discussion — it’s time for you and Obi-Wan to be completely honest and make the move you’ve always been terrified of.

ao3

For once, you’re grateful for the flashy nature of your dress: it distracts from the tiredness very much evident on your face. You’d wanted to just wear your uniform, as you have for all of the other Empire Day — well, more like week at this point — celebrations, but Obi-Wan had fixed you with a grin and told you that if there ever was a time to dress up, it was now.

The man himself has spent the day in his fanciest set of Imperial robes; tight fitting, the whitest of white, with a long, heavy cape, he looks every bit the fearsome, all-powerful, alpha Emperor that he has been for five years now. Right now, he’s discarded the cape that he wore throughout his speech to the citizens of Coruscant earlier, and is sweeping around the ballroom and speaking to all the different people from across the galaxy who’ve been invited to such an important event.

You’re talking to Arana Shek, the wife of the Caridan governor. She was one of the recipients of the annual honours that Obi-Wan has taken to giving out every year — you were one of the people to whom he awarded it in the very first Empire Day celebrations — given the award due to her key role in setting up one of the new Imperial academies there. Obi-Wan always tries to put something to do with education in the yearly awards.

“How does it feel to be part of Mr and Lady Shek?” you ask with a smile.

Arana laughs. “Feels wonderful. Although I suppose it would be Governor and Lady,” she admits.

“Such an accomplished couple,” you grin.

“Like you and the Emperor?” she asks curiously, raising her eyebrows.

“Oh, no. Lord Keleus and I are old friends, used to working together. Nothing romantic there.” It’s a lie, but it needs to be a convincing one — it’s easy to invalidate the position of an omega adviser, especially if people think you only have that position because you’re sleeping with the Emperor.

And you’re not. You’re not sleeping with Obi-Wan; both of you have acknowledged that while you do have romantic feelings for one another, acting upon them in any meaningful way would be impossible. To be entirely honest, sometimes when you’re around Obi-Wan you feel as though a part of you is going to explode because of the wholly confusing nature of your relationship, but you can’t bring yourself to let anything happen.

“I understand. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to pry.”

You smile. “Not at all, you’re hardly the only person to think that. Many people just jump to conclusions.” You couldn’t count the amount of times someone has assumed that you only hold such a high position within the Empire because you’re the Emperor’s omega. Heavens forbid you have anything to offer the man beyond your designation. “Anyway, how long are you and your husband planning on staying on Coruscant?”

Arana accepts the change of subject, which you’re grateful for. She tells you about their plans to go to the opera while they’re on-planet, and you find yourself giving minimal answers. You begin to feel slightly uncomfortable — more than you already are in this ridiculous dress, anyway — and you find it harder to focus on what Arana is saying.

Eventually, your conversation comes to a close, Arana going off to find her husband, and you go to the bar to get yourself some water. You’re more dehydrated than you previously thought, and immediately get yourself a refill.

“How’s your evening going?” you hear from behind you, and turn to see Obi-Wan having approached you, a smile on his face.

You give him a short bow, as is customary when the two of you are in public. “Very well, my Lord. How is yours?”

He gives you one of those grins of his, one that never fails to make your heart jump a little bit. “Very well also. It would be better if you would do me the honour of letting me have this dance, though.”

You laugh, discomfort momentarily forgotten, and take his outstretched hand, putting your empty glass back on the bar and thanking the bartender. Obi-Wan leads you onto the dance floor, effortlessly joining in with the dance that’s currently taking place. It’s one you’re only vaguely familiar with, but Obi-Wan guides you through it in the Force, helping you to not feel completely out of place.

You’ve danced with Obi-Wan before, but there’s always something about it that feels so special. His body against yours is warm, and his hand taking yours with his other resting at your waist makes you feel, as odd as it is to admit it, really safe. You stay together for several songs, all of them relatively slow ones, before you hear the live band begin to play a particular song introduction that makes you flash your head back to face Obi-Wan.

“Don’t tell me you-” you cut yourself off at the sight of his knowing grin. “Oh, Obi-Wan.”

He laughs. “How could I have a ball that’s attended by you and not have the band play this?”

The song is much more upbeat than the other ones played so far tonight, and one of your favourites. It reminds you of when you and Obi-Wan used to go out to your favourite bar, and the band would always play this song at least once every few days. Though you couldn’t recreate the exact dance you used to do together in a ball-gown, you dance much more energetically than you did before, and neither you nor Obi-Wan can remove the smiles from your faces as you dance around the room.

You’re slightly out of breath as the dance finishes. “I don’t know about you, but I think I need a drink,” you say.

“I agree,” Obi-Wan says, and the two of you walk off the dance floor, giggling to yourselves. It’s not the most becoming behaviour for the most powerful man in the galaxy, but you don’t really think Obi-Wan cares about that right now. You’re still beaming when you go back to the bar, grabbing a drink of water each — no matter how unbecoming you’re willing to act, you’ll still save drinking actual alcohol for smaller, less important events than this — and sitting down at one of the empty tables.

“You should get them to play more stuff like that.”

Obi-Wan nods. “I agree. It was hard enough to convince them to play that one though, apparently they don’t want to risk people ‘moshing’ to their music.”

You can’t help but snort. “I don’t think half the people here know what moshing is.”

“That was my argument, but they still didn’t want to do more than one or two things like this.”

“It was worth it though. Thanks, Obi-Wan.”

He smiles and takes another sip from his water. You sit together for a few minutes, before you’re interrupted by one of the honours recipients, the only one you haven’t properly spoken to yet this evening — Senator Finnall of Hosnian Prime, one of the most popular people in the Senate at the minute.

“Good evening Your Majesty, my Lady,” he says with a bow. “I was wondering if I could possibly steal you for a dance?”

You smile. “Of course, Senator,” you say, standing up. You nod goodbye to Obi-Wan, who remains seated, and head back to the dance floor with Finnall. “I’ve been meaning to congratulate you on your award. Welcome to the club.”

“Thank you, my Lady. It really is an honour.”

The two of you take your stance — not standing as close together as you and Obi-Wan were — and join in with the dancing; another slow song. “I do need to visit Hosnian Prime again soon. How is your family?”

“They’re well, thank you. Unfortunately my wife couldn’t make it tonight — she’s so close to term with our third child, we decided hyperspace wouldn’t be the best for her — but we’re all very excited.”

“I’ll bet. Congratulations,” you say. You’re about to say more, but you’re overcome with another wave of discomfort, and stumble a little.

“Are you alright?” Finnall asks, trying to steady you, but your legs are shaky as a level of panic rushes through you.

Kriff. As the situation dawns on you, you’re immediately grateful for the scent blockers you take every day, but you curse your frustratingly irregular cycle. Unfortunately, you’re incredibly allergic to all the suppressants currently available to people, so have always been completely beholden to the several days of heat that come along every few months, which seems to have decided that right now is the best time to strike.

Your scent-blockers are strong, but there isn’t much they can do for an omega in the throes of heat: you need to get out of here, and soon. Thankfully, Senator Finnall is a beta, so his scent isn’t becoming particularly attractive to you, but those of the various alphas scattered around the room are.

“What happened?” The voice is dark and thundering behind you as Obi-Wan’s hand is placed firmly on your shoulder — he must have sensed your distress through the Force.

Finnall looks scared and completely at a loss. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I have no idea.”

“He- it’s not his fault, Obi-Wan,” you get out. Heat, you push at him through the Force, and watch as his expression completely shifts. “I need to-”

“Come on,” Obi-Wan says, voice sounding more concerned. “Good evening, Senator.” And then he scoops you up in his arms and marches out of the ballroom.

It’s completely humiliating, being carried out of the room by Lord kriffing Keleus, ruler of the galaxy, but you know that you probably wouldn’t be able to walk properly by now. That shakiness and discomfort is beginning to shift into that warmth you know all too well, settling low in your abdomen and distracting you from all coherent thought.

With the way that Obi-Wan’s carrying you, your face is pressed slightly into his neck, and his scent is incredibly strong. You’ve always been fond of the way Obi-Wan smells, but you’ve never been faced with it in preheat before, and it’s almost overwhelming. Some deep part of you is itching to sink your teeth into the skin there, and you try not to grind your jaw as you avoid it.

Due to how focused you are on Obi-Wan’s scent, you don’t even realise where you’re going until you’re placed down on the sofa in your own quarters. You immediately curl up, drawing your legs against your chest, and look up at Obi-Wan as he gazes back down at you.

“Is there anything I can get you?” he asks.

You shake your head. “It’s okay. I know how to deal with this. You can go back to the ball.”

Obi-Wan sighs. “Darling, I won’t be able to go back to the ball when I’m concerned about you like this. I’m either staying here with you or I’m going back to my quarters.”

You consider it for a second, the prospect of getting Obi-Wan to stay with you. It would be a lie to say you don’t want to take him as a mate, but… you don’t want this to happen without any prior discussion. You don’t want him to think that he’s taking advantage of you.

“I- I would rather be on my own for this,” you say. “But. Could you give me your jacket? I’d like something that smells of you.”

Obi-Wan’s expression softens more than you thought it could, and he nods, immediately beginning to take off the white garment. “Of course. I’ll come back to check on you tomorrow,” he says, and hands his jacket to you. You press it to your nose the second it’s in your grasp, inhaling the comforting scent of Obi-Wan, and keep holding it close to you.

“Thank you.”

He steps back, and although it kills you to do so, you stop yourself from calling out for him to stay. You need to make sure that he leaves now, before you’re properly lost in your heat and say something that you might regret.

Despite knowing that it’s the right thing to do, it’s still awful watching Obi-Wan say one final goodbye and leave your quarters. He gives you one more look over his shoulder once he’s stepped through the door, and then he’s gone.

The next few days are not remotely fun at all. True to his word, Obi-Wan visits the next day, but it’s while you’re asleep, and he leaves out a bottle of water and one of his shirts for when you wake up. He comes with supplies multiple times when you’re sleeping; you suspect that it’s on purpose, and you’re grateful for it. You would be incredibly embarrassed if he walked in on you while you were desperately chasing relief with your dildo.

Eventually, your head feels clear enough to leave your quarters, and on still somewhat-shaky legs, you make your way over to Obi-Wan’s. It’s late evening, and all of the Empire Day celebrations are over now, so he wouldn’t have any reason to be elsewhere.

The door opens soon after you ring the doorbell, and you walk in to see Obi-Wan sitting at his sofa. “How are you?” he asks, a smile on his face.

You walk over to the sofa, and sit down next to him, curling into his side-along embrace when he puts an arm around you. “Better. Thank you for dropping things off. It made things a lot easier than usual.” Despite how close you and Obi-Wan are, he’s never helped you through your heat before: you’ve always been able to figure out that it’s coming with enough time to sort everything out on your own beforehand, no help needed.

“It was no problem,” Obi-Wan says. “If you need my help again, don’t be afraid to ask.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

You sit there in silence for a little bit, just enjoying the feeling of being in Obi-Wan’s arms again. His scent is as comforting to you as it always is, and you wonder what Obi-Wan thinks of your own scent: you’re not sure if there’s ever been a time he’s been around your natural scent before, and you didn’t take your usual scent-blockers before coming over, so he can almost definitely smell you right now.

As though reading your mind, Obi-Wan speaks. “You smell- really nice,” he says somewhat awkwardly, but it makes you smile.

“So do you.”

“I don’t know, it… even though I’ve never smelled it before, it’s like- it’s like home.”

Your chest feels warm at the admission. “That’s what I’ve always thought about you, Obi-Wan.”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, as though working up the courage to speak. “Why aren’t we mated already?”

You stiffen, and move out of Obi-Wan’s embrace, shuffling across the sofa away from him. You feel suddenly cold, but that’s probably good for you right now. “You know why. We just can’t. Things are still so new with the Empire, so busy, we don’t have time for anything like that. And- and who’s to say you won’t find another omega you’d rather be with; I don’t want you to regret me.”

Obi-Wan fixes you with a flat look. “You’re ridiculous if you think there could ever be another omega for me. What, is there another alpha for you?”

“No!” you say, and stand up — perhaps you should leave. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Oh, so you won’t find another alpha, but I’ll drop everything for another omega?”

You shrug. “You don’t know what’s going to happen.”

Obi-Wan stands too. “Yes, I do. If things go your way, we’ll keep skirting around the idea of mating for ever and ever, never actually doing what we both desperately want to do, until we’re dead. Do you want that?”

“No. No, I don’t, I just-” You sigh. “Can’t we wait for things to settle down? Just a bit longer?”

“I’m tired of waiting. I’ve waited for you long enough; when are you finally going to admit that we belong to one another, and we have done so ever since we met?”

“Obi-Wan, we can’t,” you get out, even though his words are making more and more sense.

“We can. That’s the thing! We’ve been able to since leaving the Jedi. When will you realise that nobody will think less of you for being my mate? Half the galaxy already thinks we’re mated.”

You take in a deep breath, willing for your eyes to stop watering. “Obi-Wan, I want it. I want to be your mate, I really do, I’m just- I’m just terrified about the effect you have on me. You’ve always been the one person who could get me to do anything, and if- if you were to mate me, what would happen then?”

“We could be open, and honest, and we wouldn’t have to hide-”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I’m afraid of losing control of myself. Do you know what you do to me?”

“Do you know what you do to me?” Obi-Wan counters. “Darling, I feel like I’m losing control every time I see you around someone who doesn’t know what we are to each other. I need the galaxy to know you’re mine, and that I’m yours.”

When he says mine his eyes flash an even brighter gold, and you can’t help the pulse of arousal that shoots through you when he says it, despite the shame that it brings with it. “This- this is exactly what I mean; this isn’t good for either of us-”

“Since when does what’s ‘good’ matter when it comes to the two of us? We’ve been ignoring this for years now, clearly what’s best for us hasn’t come into the equation at all.”

“Obi-Wan, I-” you sigh again. “I love you, but this scares me.”

He fixes you with a level gaze. “Do you trust me?” he asks plainly.

You swallow. “I do.” No matter what the two of you have gone through, Obi-Wan is still the one person in the galaxy that you’d trust with anything. “I just don’t trust myself.”

He holds out a hand. “Then trust me to make sure that this doesn’t all go wrong.”

After a moment’s hesitation, you reach out and grasp his outstretched hand. Obi-Wan immediately pulls you closer, drawing you into a passionate kiss. You’ve kissed Obi-Wan before, drunken make-out sessions when the two of you were still Jedi, but this is different. The intent goes so much deeper, and there’s a greater level of desperation as Obi-Wan holds you close to him.

“I love you, darling,” he says. “We’re going to be able to make this work, I promise.”

Your only response is to kiss him again, sucking on his tongue when he slides it into your mouth. He places his hands at your hips, drawing them against his, and you can easily feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against you, in turn increasing your own.

His mouth moves so that he’s pressing kisses against your jaw, then trailing down to your neck. He’s just about at your mating gland, and you’re waiting for him to bite you, but he pulls back for a second.

“Darling- omega- can I?”

“Yes, Obi-Wan, mark me, do it,” you beg.

Your bond is sealed as his teeth sink into the gland at your neck; it’s like something just clicks into place, and you feel more connected to Obi-Wan than you ever have before. You let out a moan, sinking into Obi-Wan’s embrace as you feel your mating bond solidify. Everything is intensified; you can feel your alpha’s — your alpha’s — arousal alongside your own, even more than you already could in the Force, and all you can do is clutch onto him.

Obi-Wan removes his mouth from your neck, deciding instead that he wants to kiss you again. You’re still holding on to him, but manage to put some effort into the kiss, attempting to show him how much you care for him.

“Thank you, Obi-Wan,” you get out when you come apart. “It- this was going to happen eventually.”

“I’m glad it’s happened now, while we can still have a proper life together.”

You smile at one another for a second, before you’re reminded of the blazing arousal that you’re feeling due to having just been mated. “Kriff, alpha, please can you fuck me?”

“Oh darling, I worried that you’d never ask.”

The fact that you’re already in his arms is useful, allowing him to easily pick you up again and carry you through to his bedroom. You wrap your legs around his waist, kissing various spots on his neck and sucking at the skin there, excited to give him his own mark in return.

When he reaches his bed, he sits down, keeping you in his arms so you’re sitting on his lap. You adjust yourself so you’re straddling him, putting your hands on his shoulders. “Can I bite you, now?”

“Please,” Obi-Wan says, baring his neck for you. You hesitate for just a second, savouring the thought that he’s letting you do this, before biting down until your teeth break the skin and you can just about taste your mate’s blood. You lick over the mark, soothing it, before pulling away to look your alpha in the eyes again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, alpha.” You settle further into his lap, grinding down against his clothed cock and savouring the noise that he makes in response. “Now fuck me before I regret my decision.”

It’s an empty threat — as if you’d ever regret finally solidifying your bond with Obi-Wan — but it gets the response you want anyway; his eyes begin to burn and his fingers tighten their grip on your hips. In a split second, he’s moving you both so that you’re lying down on your front and he’s right above you, pulling down the loose trousers you’d put on before coming over, as well as your underwear.

He puts his hand to the juncture of your thighs, and you can feel his response to the wetness there through the Force. Two fingers are pushed into your cunt and curled, and you can’t block the moan that comes from your throat at the feeling. It’s been years since you’ve done anything with anyone else, and you’ve never done anything at all with anyone you care about as much as Obi-Wan, and everything you’re feeling right now is indescribable. All of the good physical feelings are being reinforced through your Force bond, almost echoing around you, and you’re excited to see how it feels when he actually fucks you.

You don’t have to wait too long for that, as Obi-Wan soon removes his fingers to take off his own trousers. You whine at the feeling of emptiness and turn around to look back at him, watching as he pulls off his shirt and tosses it away. Your eyes are soon drawn to his newly-bared, hard cock though, widening at the thought of it finally being inside you.

Obi-Wan takes his cock in one hand, pressing it against your entrance and pausing for a second before properly pushing into you. You let out another broken moan at how it feels, actually feeling complete for once in your life now you’re properly joined with your alpha.

“Kriff- Obi-Wan, alpha-” you get out as he begins to thrust, finding his rhythm before increasing the force behind them, gripping more tightly to your hips.

“Darling, you feel so perfect,” he says. “Can I go harder?”

“Please do, you’re so good-” Obi-Wan laughs as his next, harder push inside you cuts you off with a yelp. He’s more confident now, and it’s wonderful.

Your alpha’s thrusts are punishing, strong; if you were capable of any coherent thought right now you’d certainly be thinking about how much you’re going to hurt tomorrow. You’re making an incoherent series of noises, and Obi-Wan isn’t doing much better if the growl he lets out from deep in his throat is any indication.

He drops to his hands like he’s properly mounting you, his warm chest pressing against your back. One arm wraps around your torso, pulling you up and closer to him as he presses haphazard kisses to your neck.

“So glad you’re finally mine,” he says with a growl.

It’s hard to speak — your prediction of the Force bond feeling even better was completely correct — but you manage to reply. “’lways was yours, Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, you were, weren’t you?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “Now it’s official. We can be together in front of everyone-” another particularly strong thrust- “And what better way to show you’re mine than to fuck you fat with my babies?”

You’re certain that your Force signature must flare with arousal when he says that, and you bury your head into your pillow with a loud moan. “Please, alpha,” you say, voice muffled and desperate sounding.

“You like that? You like the idea of everyone knowing how I’ve fucked you properly? How nobody else is ever going to have a chance with you? My perfect omega?”

The noise that comes out of you then is hardly more than a wail, and you helplessly clench around Obi-Wan’s fat cock, as though coaxing him into knotting you. He lets out a moan of his own, and you can feel his knot begin to swell at the base of his cock, slowing down his thrusts slightly. You press back against him, still desperate to feel more of him, and it seems to make his knot swell even more. It isn’t long before he pulls away from you but can’t pull out, locked inside of you.

He still manages to move a little, and it’s one of those smaller thrusts that pushes you over the edge. You can feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes as the orgasm washes over you, clenching even more on the knot. It really does echo around you in the Force, keeping you at that peak for much longer than you’d be there usually, becoming even more intense when Obi-Wan himself comes. Your hips are writhing, almost milking the come from his cock until it fills you completely and you allow yourself to still.

You suddenly become more aware of Obi-Wan’s heavy breathing, brushing against your ear and sending a shiver down your spine, as he comes down from his own high. He seems to have finally been silenced, and simply presses a kiss against your cheek as he relaxes more.

“I love you, Obi-Wan.” You don’t think you’ll ever get sick of saying that, of reaffirming what the two of you are to one another.

“I love you,” he says, before pressing another kiss to your cheek. You can feel it beyond his words, too; though there’s still a faint element of arousal to your Force bond it’s mostly been replaced with pure adoration on both sides — adoration, and relief, at finally having been open with one another about your feelings.

The two of you move so you’re lying on your sides instead, in a position a little more comfortable while you wait for Obi-Wan’s knot to go down. You swallow. “I’m still a bit nervous about openly being with you,” you admit, “but I know it will be okay.”

Obi-Wan takes one of your hands in his. They’re both a bit sweaty, but neither of you care, and interlace your fingers with each other. “We just need to trust each other. It might be a bit strange at first, but I doubt anyone will be surprised. And anyone who is critical isn’t worth having near us in the first place.”

You laugh softly. “Yes, use our mating as an opportunity to see who is and isn’t a good part of our circle. Great.”

“Hey, I don’t see why not,” Obi-Wan says with a grin. “But I’m sure it won’t come to anything like that. We’re meant to be together. And the galaxy will surely see that.”

He says it with such certainty; if you didn’t already believe it then you’d have been completely convinced now. But you do believe it. Obi-Wan has been a constant in your life for as long as you can remember, and now that the two of you have mated it’s like a reassurance that he’ll continue to be that constant for many years to come. You’re just excited to see what those years will bring.

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed and have had a wonderful new year — immediately after celebrating with my friends i was overcome with the inspo to finish this lmao so here it is earlier than anticipated. learning you part three is also on its way! the hardest part of this was deciding whether to choose the title from my sith au band (the feeling) or my abo au band (take that lmao). i (unsurprisingly if you know me) chose the latter. ngl i don’t know if any non-uk readers will know who either of those bands are lmao but i lurve them both

likes/reblogs are always v much appreciated <3

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan smut #obi wan x reader #sith!obi wan x reader #sith obi wan #alpha obi wan #obi wan x you #star wars fic #vi does writing

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mari-the-hedgiewolf · 1 year

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Sprouting Friendships (Wanderer X Aranara! Reader)

An Aranara's life was very simple in your eyes. Sure, you were safe in Vanarana (dream world), but you often wonder about Naras (humans) outside. Not the little Naras your fellow Aranaras interacted with, no. The adult Naras. The ones Araja and Arama warned you about.

But a seed, once stubbornly buried in the ground, won't change their minds as easily about their decisions.

So there you were, floating aimlessly near the river bank, between the Nara village Arana used to stay, close enough to the big Nara city, but away from any dangers of being hurt. Your Ararakalari (Aranara ability) wasn't strong enough to take down Big Iron Chunks (ruin guards) like Arabalika, but it was enough to help you escape if things got too dangerous. Amidst the green landscape, shades of blue caught your attention.

A big Nara, perhaps not as big as you imagined, resting under a sunsettia tree. Your first thought was to approach them right away, but you remembered that Nara can get scared easily if approached harshly. So you looked for another tree, picking what you thought was the best fruit before carefully walking towards them. Your instincts were right, they did jump a bit when you got closer, eyeing your form suspiciously. You extended your little hands carefully "Fruit. For Nara friend." you spoke, waiting for their reply. It didn't come in the form of words, but a hand extended slowly, taking the sunsettia, looking at it for a few moments before taking a bite.

Wanderer's POV:

Truth be told, he wasn't expecting a plant child (?) to approach him while resting from the strong sunlight near Sumeru city. It was supposed to be a quick break, but curiosity got the best of him. Why did it appear in front of him? If he's not mistaken, Aranaras were supposed to be creatures from children's stories, so why is one offering him fruit? Awkwardly, he reached out and took the sunsettia from the Aranara's hands, analyzing the fruit before biting into it. He was surprised when instead of that awfully sweet taste he's accustomed to, it had a slight tartiness to it.

He looked down at the Aranara, seeing an expectant look in its eyes, if that makes sense? It never blinked as far as he's aware. It never stopped smiling as well, it's a little unsettling. "It was . . . good. Thank you." He answered slowly, cringing internally from the positive response he just blurted it out that would make Nahida proud. It seemed to work, for the now flying cabbage flew and twirled around, satisfied. "You're welcome. If Nara friend ever needs company, Ara(y/n) is staying nearby" it said, before disappearing into the ground. ' . . . What a weird creature" he breathed out, shaking his head before adjusting his hat and returning to the city.

Making his way towards the Sanctuary of Surasthana, he took a deep breath before opening the gates, gaze set on the Dendro Archon's small form. "Oh! You're back. Usually you take a lot more time to return. Is there something on your mind?" she asked, patient, at least respecting his mental privacy this time. The Wanderer scoffed, crossing his arms in small defiance, like a child would when hesitating to tell something to his parents. "Let's say, hypothetically, a cabbage offered you fruit" he started, cheeks turning slightly red from embarrassment and sheer stupidity of his phrasing, hiding his features with his hat "What does it mean?" he finished, looking once more at his caretaker once his emotions calmed down.

Nahida's POV:

Nahida took a moment to analyze the Wanderer's question, index finger pressed lightly against her lips in contemplation. She wasn't aware he liked riddles, so she discarded the idea for now, looking at his phrase objectively. A cabbage offering fruit. A normal cabbage wouldn't be able to offer you fruit, for it doesn't have any limbs nor mouth to talk with. What would he consider a cabbage? It took a few moments before she reached a conclusion, smiling at him, slightly creeping the Anemo user. "Does the cabbage name starts with 'Ara' ? "

His shocked expression soon fell into his neutral one, letting his arms fall to his side. "Impressive. Seems nothing can escape the Dendro Archon's gaze." he told her, confirming her suspicions. "I'm quite familiar with Aranaras, yet this is the first time I heard of one approaching an 'adult human' on their own accord" she explained, curiosity blooming in her chest. However, she couldn't help the giggle that escaped from her lips as a familiar shape made its way towards her form, startling her helper.

Your POV:

"Queen Aranyani (Dendro Archon)!!" You exclaimed, jumping into her small arms, unable to contain your excitement. Curiosity got the best of you, so you decided to follow Nara friend into the big Nara city. Despite not being able to be seen, it still scared you a bit with how fast Naras moved from one place to another. Thankfully, you could reach Nara friend by using the tree branches, leading you to a house? It looks a bit like a house. And when you got inside, Queen Aranyani was there! So that's where she lives!!

"Hello there, little one. When did you come here?" she asked you softly "Ara(y/n) got curious, so Ara(y/n) followed Nara friend around!" you explained, Queen Aranyani nodding in understanding. "I understand, but you should be more careful next time. You could get hurt." she advised, patting your head softly "Ara(y/n) understands. Ara(y/n) will be more careful from now on." you promised Queen Aranyani. A confused voice interrupted your conversation. "Can someone explain to me what is going on?" Uh oh. Is Nara friend mad?

"This little Aranara got curious about you, so they started to follow you around. You should take care of them during their stay" Queen Aranyani proposed to him. You also wanted to stay with Nara friend. Maybe friend could turn into best friend! "Me? Being a plant's baby-sitter? Yeah, not happening." he refuted, turning his gaze away, making your leaves drop a little. "Hmmmm, how about this then? You take care of them for a few days, and I'll get that tea blend from Inazuma you were eyeing at the Grand Bazaar. How does that sound?"

Wanderer's POV:

Well now, it's hard to refuse such a simple request. Take care of a flying cabbage for a few days? Easy, right?

Apparently, when you give cabbage hands and legs, they tend to cause chaos anywhere they go. Just because most people can't see them, doesn't mean they're intangible, which causes people to 'trip on thin air', when in fact, there's a wild cabbage walking amongst them. The Wanderer couldn't help but snicker a few times when the lack of awareness from his small, plant companion managed to domino their way into trouble.

Would he be scolded by Lesser Lord Kusanali? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely yes.

He wouldn't admit it, but this kind of mundane lifestyle. He missed this. "Nara Wanderer, Ara(y/n) didn't mean to cause trouble to other Naras" here they come, small hands covering their face, leaves trembling in nervousness. He sighed, patting their head softly "They're just stupid to not notice you. Ignore them" he said, his poor attempt to console them working "Nara Wanderer doesn't mind Ara(y/n)?" they asked, making him stare at them, lost in his own thoughts for a moment. "Your company is . . . way better than some humans out there." he admitted, making Ara(y/n) twirl and spin around them, causing a small smile to grace his features.

Lesser Lord Kusanali, watching from the distance, smiled as well, for this small seed would soon bloom into an unlikely friendship.

(Sometimes, you have a stupid but funny idea and you need to write it down, alright?- It remained as pure brainrot ever since I finished the 3.3 Archon Quest and Aranara Quest-)

#genshin impact #genshin #reader insert #fan fic writing #genshin reader insert #genshin aranara #aranara #wanderer #the wanderer #genshin wanderer #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #genshin x reader #mari-the-hedgiewolf

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phoenix-rising-starbird-one · 1 year

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Chapters: 27/? Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), star wars the last jedi, Star Wars Alternative Timeline Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: poe dameron x reader, Poe x reader Characters: Poe Dameron, Reader, Leia Organa, Resistance - Character, BB-8 (Star Wars), Kes Dameron, others - Character, Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Muran, Caluan Ematt, Lonno Deso Additional Tags: Before TFA, Before TLJ, Written into story line, Rapier Squadron, Black Squadron - Freeform, New Republic Fleet, Love, Some hints at smut Series: Part 1 of Til the universe tears us apart Summary: Reader and Poe meet at New Republic Starfleet academy. A friendship that turns into more and is tested through the years.

Excerpt under the cut.

"Let me repeat one more time. This mission is voluntary." Poe's eyes cut to you at the word "voluntary" and you know exactly what he is trying to say, but you don't counter. At least not right now. Not with Karé and Iolo in the room. That would be -despite the unofficial nature of the mission- unprofessional. And uncomfortable. All you offer is a curl of the lip and Poe's eyes redirect to the holographic projection on the wall, the words "Sabre Strike" and "Pinnacle-class" hanging above the picture of a luxury space yacht. You watch on, the occasional glance from Poe to you at repeated words like "dangerous", "limited time", and "complete denial" not going past you. "Poe. We get it. It could go Bantha-shit." Karé points out while chewing through a bite of a Zeltros slider, and you chuckle at the captain's forwardness. And at the informality in her tone. But there's no reprimanding. Karé and Iolo aren't just inferior officers. They're friends. They've been since before Muran. Terms like Commander and Sir have long been left behind. Only in front of Resistance command and new recruits is formality ever restored; and even then, it's not uncommon to fall into relaxed banter between the four of you. Poe continues on for a while. Specs of the ship. Specs of the Uvoss system. Specs of the New Republic squadrons stationed there. You watch him. You see his mouth move but the words are mere background noise. You've fazed out. The way his eyes had cut to you is still on your mind, and you already try to formulate a response for when Karé and Iolo leave. "[Y/N], everything alright?" Iolo's voice snaps you back and you sit confused for a second. "What?" "I think, it's time to call it a night." Poe's eyes detail you sternly. "Let's regroup tomorrow evening. By then I should have an idea how we're going to get our hands on some Zee Ninety-fives." Poe's gaze stays fixed on you and you take another moment to process his words. Your brows contract. "Zee Ninety-fives? I might be able to help with that." Karé rubs her hands together, smiling. "Alright, now we talking." "Hmmmm... we could actually leave tomorrow evening to pick them up." You explain and Iolo's eyes grow big. "You know someone who just happens to have four Zee Ninety-fives stashed in their backyard?" And here's a drawing of reader's droid. Made by yours truly... 🤭

#Star Wars #my art #Poe is calling...#Poe Dameron x reader #reader insert

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pherelesytsia · 1 year

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Hey my dears, I apologise but unfortunately I have to do a separate taglist for Who did this to you? ✨since it' 's already so long that Tumblr makes it impossible to add another name to the original post. You can find the link to the seventh part below❤️ Sending you a lot of love❤️

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madllamamomma · 4 years

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Journey Back to the South Part 3~ SWF. FLUFF and LORE

[Stay calm, there is more smut, I did say this was gonna be long... OwO. But this has a lot of lore and sweet soft moments. On the scale of softness, from concrete<--to-->teddy bear, I am freakin’ mash potatoes....so soft....but hearty, and hopefully filling.... Enjoy!]

Journey Back to the South Part3~

Muriel and you enter into the large tent, surprisingly inside was a warm fire. The very top hand a hole about three or four feet open to let the smoke escape. The tent even had dividers within it, creating little make-shift rooms. It appeared that Una, Gilbert and their smaller children stayed all in this tent, the older children must have had their own. Despite having a hole in the top of the tent, it was very warm and comfortable, slightly cramped. Muriel seemed to feel right at home. It did feel like the hut in a way.

Una and Shona stand at the front and usher you both next to the fire where blankets are all spread around where Gilbert is sitting on the ground, adding another log. Inanna comes barreling in, and quickly makes her way next to warm embers next to Gilbert. Una speaks to Shona in Rune quietly, she sharply nods, handing Una her baby, and quickly marches out of the tent. “So I must ask you, Muriel. Where have you been all this time?” She asks sitting between him and Gilbert (you sit on his opposite side).

“Vesuvia…. It’s northern.”

Gilbert barks a short jolly laugh, “That’s not just northern, that is the north!”

You giggle a little. “Well Parka is the furthest, it past the sea. And technically there are cities past that. It’s just little known territory.”

“Our friends went adventuring around that area last year.” Muriel adds.

“Vesuvia… that pretty big city if I'm not mistaken. I don’t think that your parents thought that merchant would take you that far.” Gilbert folded his arms thinking hard.

“Good thing they did.” Una says almost sadly. “There was nothing but devastation here for years.” Una then smiles sweetly looking at you attempting to uplift the conversation. “Is that where the two of you met?” You nod with a happy smile, she stares at you a bit, looking at your features. “Hmmm. You don’t completely look like a Northerner. Where were your parents from, Rhemi?”

You shrug a little looking down to your thumbs. “I, ah. I’m not sure about my family. I am missing a lot of my memories.” Glancing back up Una and Gilbert look at you very sad all of a sudden. You shudder for a moment, shaking your hands, you didn’t mean to make them feel bad. “Ha! B-b-but it’s-it’s fine!! It sounds way worse that it really is! Really!! Muriel and I both have great friends back home. Besides…” Grabbing hold of Muriel’s hand and interlacing your fingers, you look up at him sweetly. “...All that matters is the future.” He looks back at you with a small sheepish grin, a bit of blush colored on his cheeks. “..We can only go forwards, not backwards.”

Una and Gilbert look a bit more relieved. “That’s a good way to think about it. You’re right. One cannot dwell on the past.”

Una holds her newborn wrapped tightly in a little fur swaddle, they coo adorably in her arms, eyes wide open. Muriel can’t help but look at the baby with a sweet smile, almost gazing with a bit of longing. Una catches a glimpse of him and gives him a knowing grin. “....Would you like to hold them, Muriel?”

“—Hmm?! Wha-?!” Muriel suddenly becomes flushed and has a wary look on his face. “Oh! N-n-no!.... I-I might…. break...them or—“

“Nonsense!!” She says while simultaneously handing him the small bundle. “..Just support his neck.”

“—W-wait! Wait! I-I-I don’t know how to—” Muriel founders in protest, but takes the bundle very carefully, afraid to let go. The baby stretches then snuggles right up to his warm chest popping his tiny fingers in his mouth, eyes loosely closed. Muriel stops breathing, his entire body stiffens, terrified to move even an inch. But his face and eyes softens as he watches them curl up in his large strong arm, looking like his heart just completly melted.

“See? You’re fine, my boy!” She says while standing to her feet again and start to bustle in the small makeshift kitchen area next to the room dividers.

You giggle at Muriel’s reactions and lean into him quietly, tenderly placing your hand on his forearm. “You can breath, Muri.”

Muriel takes a deep breathe then starts to very slightly relax his shoulders, but keeps his arms very tense, cradling the babe tightly. “It’s... so...tiny.” He says very softly trying not to disturb him, attempting to hide a joyful grin.

“It’s a baby, silly. Of course they’re tiny.” You can’t help but feel like your heart is melting as you watch him hold the baby so gently. In a way, you find this incredibly attractive.

He blushes and sneers at himself, “I don’t think I was ever tiny….”

“Oh! Yes, you were!!” Gilbert gives out a booming hearty laugh and it fills the large tent. “I’m-I’m sorry, little cub. But your— your face! Your father looked that same exact way when he held you for the first time.” Muriel finally lets himself smile back at him a little, he seems to like to hear about his parents.

Una laughs through her nose while fetching a few wooden cups from a wooden chest. “You were so small when you were born, but you were always strong. Everyday, you grew and grew and grew!!” Muriel looks away for a moment, he looks almost ashamed. For so long, that always bothered him, growing larger and taller everyday when he was younger. Having to eat more because of it. He believed for so long that was the reason why his parents sent him away. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Hearing about how much they care for him is difficult, and yet, it’s good to know. You know him so well, you can read his emotions running through him right now.

The baby starts to cry a little and fidgets in Muriel’s arms snapping him out of his thoughts. He stiffens again, beaming at you, looking like a desperate plea for help. You giggle, lean over to look at Una for permission. “May I?”

She nods with a pleasant smile and you open your arms and he very delicately hands the baby off to you. “G-got him?”

“I got him.” You continue to smile sweetly at Muriel then to the baby as he coos and stretches. You relax your arms, but hold him at an angle, rocking him a bit. “I got you little one~” You whisper to the little sweet bundle as he stares at you with a small sleepy smile.

A little smile doesn’t leave Muriel's lips, he wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed every minute of it despite feeling afraid of somehow hurting him.

Gibert jollily places his hand firmly on Muriel’s shoulder. His long arms are able to stretch all the way over to him. Strangely, Muriel doesn't flush or pull away, he looks almost comfortable. Gilbert looks at him with such kindness and warmth as he smiles ear to ear. “Ahhhh….if your father could see you now, Muriel… you are the spitting image of him—Except just a wee bit shorter if I’m not mistaken.”

“How did you know him again?” You ask as you let the baby hold your pointer finger, Muriel can’t help but continue to smile watching you hold the baby, seeing a kind of sparkle in his eyes.

“Well, my father was his mother’s brother. Artturi and I were born only a few months apart, so we grew up together. He was like my sibling. We even called each other mo bhrathair—my brother. Your father was an only child, and I was the only boy out of seven girls in my family.” His smile falls a little. “I… I wish you got to know him, little cub. Artturi was a great man...he was my best friend.”

Muriel takes a deep breath again, mustering up the courage. “....What… what were they like?...My… my parents.” He finally asks.

The corners of Gilbert's lips curl up at him again and he looks to the fire deep in thought. “Your father was outgoing, strong, but surprisingly very gentle, liked to work with his hands…. good with animals. I swear he could even understand them. He was loyal and brave, with a great sense of humor—could always make you laugh.” He pauses and sighs almost sadly, but keeps a big smile. “He… he would do anything for you. Even put his own life before yours…”

Una walks over handing her husband a cup of warm milk, then places a small bowl for Inanna, she sits herself up and starts to lap at it happily. Una looks at the corner of the tent, grinning fondly and shakes her head a little. “Muriel, you may look like Artturi, but your demeanor is that of Glenna’s. She was also shy, quiet, kept to herself, but once you got to know her, she was patient, kind, thoughtful, very good natured, smart, but she was also very tough and very feisty. She was rather blunt. Glenna studied herbs and flowers, things like that. She was fascinated by them, we even called her the plant shaman. She and her mother made remedies from them. Glenna even taught me how to use magic to help things grow.”

Muriel leans a bit onto you. There is no telling how hard, yet wonderful it is to be told about them. Your glances meet and he gives you a small soft grin, but behind it is a bit of pain. But he still wants to know more. He swallows hard and closes his eyes for a moment. “I….I have so many questions….”

Gilbert places his hand back on Muriel’s shoulder and gives it a comforting squeeze. “We would be more than happy to answer them, son.”

Muriel pauses, thinking about which question he wants answered first. “...How’d they meet?”

Una gives a short chuckle and rolls her eyes as she hands Muriel two cups of warm milk for you both. “Are you both comfortable? We are all going to be here while!” Una sits onto the blanket with a smirk next to you. “...When the Master Speaker starts yapping his large trap—”

“GAH!” Gilbert clutches his chest like he’s been struck, but still keeps his large happy grin. “Oi!! That hurts! I’m not that bad, Moonlight!! Besides this is a tale from eyes, not the old songs.”

She shakes her head, snickering to herself as she gets comfortable sitting on the blanket and reaches out for her baby about to breastfeed him. You carefully hand him over to her. “Thank you, child.” She mutters to you.

Gibert crosses his legs and straightens up his trunk. You can tell this was what he was good at. “Every year during the winter, all the Kokhuri bands joined together on this great plain. On the winter solstice, we cast ourselves to our Athair Mor—Great Father Sky’s Great Lights and celebrate. It is also a good time to find a partner outside of your band. Some of the Kokhuri even called it the gathering of ‘Lovers and Lights’. Your mother, Glenna, was part of Khamgalai’s and Una band, a smaller one from the southwest Steppe.” He shields his mouth with his hand to hide from Una and loudly whispers. “...We called them the stumpy band.”

Una sputters into an amused giggle with an eyebrow raised, “—Excuse me! But you fell head over heels over a ‘stumpy’ southwesterner! And so did your father, Muriel. Besides, your band was just filled with giants!!!”

Gilbert blushes a little, snickering to himself, Muriel and you can help but be entertained by their cute banter. “Anyways —Your father, Artturi and I came from a larger eastern band…. Your parents met many years ago when they came here during winter. We were always the first two bands to arrive at the end of autumn and prepare for the others to arrive. Artturi and I were just teenagers at the time. We were about to help pitch the large gathering tent, then he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Glenna. She was alone picking flowers and herbs in the meadow, where the graves are now. He said something about her that was enchanting, he wanted to get to know her. During the next few gatherings he slowly tried to approach her. He was patient, and he was charming, and smooth—”

Una suddenly chuckles stopping Gilbert from continuing. “Smooth?! Artturi?! No, I don’t think so! Is that what you think happened, mo ghaol? He just effortlessly swept Glenna off her feet?!”

“I-I know it did! I saw it happen!” He scoffs a little at her.

“And I did not?” She snorts. “Well that was not what Glenna thought. She wanted nothing to do with Artturi at first! She was so bashful it was ridiculous, she’d put Ida and Muriel here to shame.”

Gilbert scratches the back of his head a little. “Well, perhaps she was a little…. apprehensive.”

“Apprehensive?!” Una throws her head back in disbelief. “HA! For the love of our Mathair Mhor! She didn’t even want to speak to him the first year! Oh, Muriel.... your father was such an awkward mess when he tried to approach her. It was like watching a trout flounder helplessly out of the stream. He could barely get out any words—So, she would just walk away from him without batting an eyelash. That was Glenna for you!” Gilbert looks up through the hole of the tent, scratching his scalp, looking like he was thinking, Oh…righhhht... Una starts a little reminding herself of something and carries on. “OH! Berty! Don’t you remember? Once he tried to terribly strike up a conversation with her, she and I were both at the time scattering seed on the eastern fields. He-he says to her, ‘That’s some nice flowers you got there, but there are other things here that are prettier.’..” Muriel and you just scrunch up your faces. It was probably one of the worst pick-up line you’ve ever heard. Una laughs at his reactions. “Didn’t I tell you it was terrible, cub? Glenna just groaned, turned around, throwing the basket over his head, dumping the rest of the seeds in him, shouting, ‘Don’t you have anything better to do than to annoy me? There aren’t even any flowers in this field!’ And just... walked away!” Una starts to laugh a bit harder in remembrance, Gilbert tries to stifle his own laughter as well. “Oh me!.... Poor Artturi, he looked so heartbroken…. It didn’t help that I couldn't stop laughing at him at the time. BWHAHAHA!!!” She playfully smacks her knee.

“Oh noo!!” Gilbert groans almost painfully, slapping his hand on his face, feeling embarrassed for the man, muttering. “Ohdeargreatfather…. I almost forgot about that time…. I’m the idiot who told him to say that—” He then suddenly stops himself and quickly remarks in realization, “—Hey! I thought I was the storyteller, woman!”, still hiding his laughter. You curl your lips into your mouth, badly trying to hold back a huge smile and try not to giggle either. It’s actually a funny little story, although cringy. Yet it was rather cute in a way, los love stories have at little bit of cridgy tales in them. Even Muriel sports a large grin with a very amused look on his face.

“Fine. Carry on.” Una grins mischievously, flicking her wrist at Gilbert as she turns away a little opening up her parka coat and carefully so the baby can latch on, then covers herself to keep her and the child warm. Hearing these two talk together made you feel something warm in your chest, it was sweet and funny how they interacted with one another.

“....Thank you! Alright, so now that my wonderful wife kindly pointed that out. He did have a hard time getting her to talk to him. For quite some time actually now that I think about it…. But lucky for him, she also didn’t have many suitors because she was… well… how do I put this…people were—”

“—She was different.” Una interrupts again, but her husband didn’t seem to mind this time. “...Some were fearful... Some of our people didn’t care for the gifts our Mathair Mhor and Athair Mor, our Great Mother and Great Father gave us. Our small band had a particular surplus of these gifts. Glenna and I were close because of it. She said that she felt I was one of the only person our age that understood. Your mother could see visions of the future--”

“....That’s what … what Khamgalai told us.” Muriel utters. “....She knew about the outcome of the battle with the Scourge.” Una nods slowly, a sorrow frown taking over her lips.

You hold tight to Muriel’s hand as he sits very quietly listening intently and Gilbert continues. “...Glenna was known to be very quiet and didn’t like to talk to many people when she was younger, she got teased a lot... But your father didn’t mind her gift at all—AH! I’m getting ahead of myself....Lets got back to where we were... So anyways, after failed attempt, after failed attempt, your father still wasn’t giving up quite yet. But every time he tried to face her, she never opened up to him. And he still really wanted to get to know her, despite her surliness to him. So one gathering, he started to visit her dreams...”

Muriel and you give the same look of bewilderment. That sounds far fetched. How can someone just visit someone in their dreams? I mean… Asra did it once before to me. But that's because he was the realm of the Arcana. I don’t think the Kokhuri use magic like that…. then again, something like that was mentioned in that book.

Gilbert continues with a bit of gleam in his eyes. “He said she was this beautiful silky black bear. In her dreams she wasn’t afraid to be herself. Surprisingly she didn’t even mind him there, so he kept coming back to visit her. I guess that made her feel less different…. After a while, they slowly got to know each other that way. She even started to talk to him a little when they were awake, without dumping seeds all over him. One night, she showed him her favorite flower… The specific kind escapes me… But, after that night, your father woke up early before dawn and ran around everywhere for those flowers! They were rare and hard to find. It took him almost all day, but he brought an entire bouquet of them to her. Your mother’s cheeks were so red, I thought she was going to explode!”

“Aw!! I remember that, Berty! She never had anyone do that for her before! She didn’t know what to do!” Una interjects tilting her head and closing her eyes.

“It was quite sweet wasn’t it, Moonlight? Artturi was afraid at first she didn’t like them for a second, but she actually took them. It was the first time he made her smile outside the realms of dreams. That night, during the midnight celebration, when they cast their aura to the lights, she stood by him. She casted first, and it even waited for his to emerge! Their casts danced and played with one another, and then ran up into the great sky together. It’s very rare for casts to know one another.”

Una sighs happily reminiscing. “It was an amazing site. Father’s Great Lights were so beautiful that night.”

Gilbert chuckles as he speaks. “Your mother grabbed Artturi by his coat, pulled him down and kissed him so quickly! Sharing their first kiss under the Great Lights. They were inseparable after that! After winter was over, Artturi decided to join the southwestern band. He just wanted to be with her. I had nothing better to do at the time, so I followed him, that’s when they introduced me to Una. A few years later they got married, and a year after that you were born here, Muriel.”

Their love story is so sweet. But you both feel a little dumbfounded. “...Cast their… aura?” Muriel squints his eyes looking at you for a potential answer. You shrug shaking your head, you haven’t a clue what that means. You’ve never heard of that before, that wasn’t in the book either.

Gilbert jolts a bit, realizing that you two were getting lost. “Oh! My apologies. Of course you wouldn’t know that. A cast is what we call your own ah,—your spirit, or energy. The solstice is when Kokhuri’s spirits and hearts are at its strongest. We summon them… it’s like a small piece of you that takes on a form of its own… it is usually an animal—Kokhurian’s casts are mostly bears. Once we project our casts, they take a life of their own, and we use that energy to renew Father Sky’s Great Lights so we can keep safe from the dark long nights of winter.”

“Energy?...” You whisper to yourself, pondering this for a minute, tapping your pointer finger on your bottom lip. Then you start when you realize. “—You mean… magic?” You quickly ask, eyes wide.

Gilbert chuckles, slowly nodding. “It’s a form of it I suppose, yes.” It’s all starting to make sense now. The book you have wasn’t very far off. The Aurora is a part of ancient magic.

You look to Muriel with excitement, but he still looks lost. “What do you mean my father visited my mother’s dreams? How’s that even possible?”

Gilbert gestures to the ground and the air. “Our Great Mother Earth and Great Father Sky have given us many things. Fertile land, healthy animals, and to some, the gift of something Kokhurians call leaping.” He returns his hand back to the tops of his crossed legs. “Artturi had the gift of leaping into the present—into other people’s dreams, no matter how far. He could also feel other people's presents when he was dreaming. Out of all the gifts, leaping into dreams is the most seldom.” Gilbert leans his trunk a little closer and points his finger towards Muriel. “... But you inherited his gift, little cub!”

Muriel blinks, stumbling on his words. “M-m-me?” Gilbert nods sharply, looking somewhat excited with his wide hearty toothy smile. “That…. doesn’t sound believable.” Muriel scoffs a little, totally unconvinced.

Una sees his lack of belief on Muriel’s face, she turns back to you and gestures to her baby. “Would you mind, my dear?”

“Oh! Yes— I mean no! I mean...I-I’ll take him, gladly.” Una giggles to herself at your floundering, handing you the baby again, you grin and happily take him without a second thought. You feel like you could hold the tiny sweet bundle forever. She hastily ties her parka back and and stands to her feet, goes over to a small chest and brings out a tapestry and gives it to Muriel. He takes it from her hands tentatively, it look a bit older and weathered. It’s a bear that looks ghostly and see-through, floating into the sky, jumping on clouds, while another one that is black and appears to be whole, is curled up on the ground looking like they are fast asleep. Una kneels next to him as his eyes scan the tapestry. “When I got older, I started to have dreams of the Great Lights. Father Sky calls to all of us, he needs our casts to continue to brighten the dark sky… I’ve had this dream for quite some time. But this year, you've been leaping into my dreams, Muriel…. I suspected it was you, but I was never completely sure. So I just started to sing to you. And you kept coming back.” Una tilts her head slightly as she continues to speak. “...Haven’t you leaped in other dreams before?”

Muriel scratches his head, he looks so baffled. “… H-How should I know? I didn’t even know I...‘leaped’... into yours.” He fumbles for words a little, taking back by all of this. “H-how do you even know it’s me...leaping? Couldn’t you be doing it, Una?”

“Couldn’t be.” Gilbert reaches out to Inanna so she can sniff his hand, then she nuzzles her face into his palm and he starts to pet her. “...My wife has the gift of leaping into the past. She can see other people’s memories by touching them, and can also share hers, as you experienced first hand, Muriel.”

Muriel looks at you with his mossy green eyes, completely blown away. Gilbert chuckles through his nose. “Unlike your parents and my lovely wife, our Great Mother and Father didn’t bless me with any gifts.” He shrugs.

“That’s not true, Berty. They blessed us all different gifts. This wonderful serenading voice you hear is a gift!” Una stands by her still sitting husband, leans over and kisses him on the forehead, he can’t help but melt into her touch. They truly love each other, watching them makes your heart flutter….God I’m a freakin’ hopeless romantic. “Do you really think I was won over by your looks?—ha!” She playfully smacks him on the shoulder.

Gilbert blushes a little and snorts. “I suppose you're right, Moonlight. That is why I am a Master Speaker! A historian! Keeper of our verbal history, our stories, our songs.”

Muriel hands the tapestry very carefully back to Una, she takes it and delicately folds it back up and places it back to the chest. “Hmmm. You may have leaped before and just didn’t know it, little cub…. But it does make me wonder why you leaped into my dream now after all this time.” She says as she walks back over to her spot by the fire and starts to peel potatoes from from a large basket.

Muriel sighs, and shrugs for a moment unsure, then glances at you, immediately remembering something. “.... We… we did read something about the Kokhuri from that old book.”

“You think that triggered your gift somehow?” You ask with an eyebrow raised. It does make sense. He didn’t know about the ritual with the solstice until after the book, then he started dreaming about it almost immediately after. Maybe it just reminded him...

“... A book?”’ Gilbert’s face seems to twist for a moment before stopping himself. “...You read about us….in a book?” He seems conflicted about hearing this.

“I-I have it if you would like to look at it.” You offer.

Una and him exchange somewhat wry looks before he kindly nods in agreement. “If you wouldn't mind.” You hand Muriel the baby again, this time he doesn’t fuss as much, but he still is incredibly stiff when he holds him, making your heart melt once again.

You quickly return from the horses, carrying your cross body satchel. Carefully taking out the heavy book, Magic of the Ancients, find the right chapter and hand the open book to Gilbert. He starts to look at the flip through the pages, he appears to know how to read. “Hmpf.” He murmured to himself. “Well… whoever wrote this was most definitely not Kokhurian. They probably didn’t even get permission from us. Most of this isn’t really accurate.” He turns the page with the wedding looking ritual and scoffing. “....What the hell are they talking about? That’s a Gabhail Ris ceremony!... Trials? Pfft!!! We don’t do trials!! That’s preposterous! We just… haven’t done that ritual in a very long time.” He deeply huffs and closes the book carefully handing it back to you. Muriel darts his eye between the baby that's still in his arms, holding his large pinky finger and Gilbert's slightly frustrated face. Gilbert folds his arms and ponders looking into the fire. His face softens before he speaks again. “...Well, I can’t be too surprised…. at least this book did help you find us, Muriel. We all feared that we’d never get to see you ever again… and you wouldn’t have known about the solstice if you didn’t read it. So… I guess it’s not all that bad.”

“Actually I—I wanted to ask,” You sit on your knees beside him and take out your blank leather-back journal and show it to Gilbert. “We’ve been searching for information for a while. But that's the only thing we found. Since there isn’t really anything about Kokhuri, I was wondering if I could write things down. Make it completely accurate, telling your story from your eyes.”

Gilbert stiffens at your request, then thinks really hard about this for a minute, stroking his beard, staring at the journal. He then sits himself up tall, folding his arms tightly, gazing at you with his bluish-greenish eyes, looking at you very seriously. “... And if we don’t like how you wrote it?” He asks with an eyebrow raised.

You shrug, popping your bottom lip out a little bit, then gesture to the fire. He snorts, then throws back his head in laughter, unfolding his arms. “I like you, Rhemi! You’ve got a keeper, Muriel!” Muriel blushes a bit, but keeps a proud smile across his lips. Gilbert places his very large hands on your shoulder, patting it very gently. “... Alright then. You can write about us as long as I approve of how it’s told.”

You give him a huge smile feeling very giddy, “Deal! T-Thank you so much!”

Ava’s tall figure comes through the tent without even glancing at you or Muriel, and taps their father’s shoulder, he turns to look at them. They wave their hands expressively, and he watches intently. They must communicate that way. He nods, understanding everything. “Ah, yes, yes, yes! We’ll be right there, Ava.” They nodded sharply to him, quickly turning about to head out of the tent.

You blink a little and ask the question to Gilbert before you could think twice. “...Are they deaf?”

Before Gilbert can answer, Ava whips their body around to face you and scowls a little, making you and Muriel jolt in surprise. They vigorously shake their head, pointing expressively to their ears, gesturing that they can in fact hear. Muriel brow furrows, disliking their attitude. “....S-....sorry.” You rub the back of your head nervously, feeling a little rude for asking that.

Una clears her throat and shoots Ava a particularly scolding look, they then scoff as they turn their heels grumpily stomping out of the tent. Una shakes her head slowly. “Don’t mind Ava. They’re just….very wary of new people.”

Gilbert stands on his feet, and you hear his older knees crack and pop a bit. “Ava said that your tent is ready.”

Muriel and you look at each other confused. “But we...we haven’t unpacked the horses yet.”

“Hmm?” Gilbert brings up his hands and waves then apologetically. “Oh! Yes! Sorry! Sorry! Ava, Shona, and Shawn have made both of you one! It gets icy on this tundra, and you need a tent where you can have a fire safely inside. The one you have just won’t do.” Muriel and you exchange glances and Gilbert looks pointedly at him. “You… You do intend on staying with us at least until the solstice… yes,?”

Muriel’s eyes flutter a little. “You…want me….to join you?”

“What?!” Gilbert’s shoulders drop a little, baffled. “O-of course we do, little cub!! You are a Kokhurian after all! Our Great Mother and Father obviously wanted you here with us! Why else would they give you the gifts? The more casts during the midnight celebration the better! And by the looks of it, your cast will be very strong!”

Your gaze meets with his. He has never looked so honored. You smile at him reassuringly. He exhales hard, processing everything for a moment. “Only…. only if Rhemi’s aloud.” You feel your heart leap.

“Why, yes!! Of course! Of course! Of course! Rhemi is very aloud! She’s going to be your wife after all! What kind of family would we be if we didn’t allow her?” Gilbert shoulders quake as he lets out another hearty laugh while Una chuckles, making quick work of the potatoes still. “We’re just happy to have you here, cub.”

Muriel can’t help but look very delighted. You never thought he'd be happy to be with a bunch of new people. But he is. Una and Gilbert were different, they made you both feel not like an outsider looking in, but a part of they’re large family. It’s strange, but also…. nice. It feels good to be around them. You don’t remember your family... Neither does Muriel. It’s refreshing in a way, like you have been secretly longing for that feeling of belonging somewhere.

Suddenly tears swell in Muriel's eyes. He tries to fight them back as he looks away and wipes them before they run down. “S-Sorry.” He whispers, clearing his throat. He never seems to cry in front of anyone except you, it’s alarming for him and you. But he’s starting to open up to them already.

Gilbert holds out his hand to Muriel and Una drops the potato in the blanket, grabbing the baby from his arms. He looks at his large hand for a moment, then slowly takes hold. Gilbert pulls Muriel up to his feet and throws him into his arms quickly, giving him a very tight, but genuine comforting fatherly hug. Muriel is very tense at first, but even Gilbert has tears. “Nothing to be ashamed of, little cub. We are proud and happy to have you back.”

Muriel slowly leans into him accepting the embrace. Those words. We are proud. They’re difficult for Muriel to accept, but it must be so good to hear them. Una hugs Muriel’s side while holding the child in her arms. “We love you, Muriel. We always have.”

Gilbert and Una release him and let him continue to sniffle and wipe his tears from his eyes. Looking at his feet. “I just...I-I don't feel like I deserve it.” He mumbles, still choking back his tears. “You don’t really know me....”

Una places her hand on his cheek and he glances at her. “But you do deserve it, my sweet cub.” She grabs his wrist inspecting the scar tissue where his chains once were and looks back up to him with sorrowful knowing eyes. “...You’ve been alone for long enough.” Una… she must have looked into his past. She must know about his suffering. She doesn’t love him any less either. You keep standing next to the fire watching this scene. Taking it all in, tears in your eyes too. It’s good to see this. You can’t help but feel so proud of Muriel’s growth, he never would let anyone see that side of him more than a year ago. But Muriel needed that loving reassurance more than either of you realized.

“T-thank you.” He utters with a soft smile and Gilbert squeezes his shoulder again, wiping away his own tears. You finally make your way to his side and he takes your hand. Muriel then straightens himself, resuming his iconic embarrassed and flushed face. He fakely coughs, floundering a little. “S-So, ah…. that —that tent…. you were, ah, t-t-talking about, G-Gilbert?”

Una and Gilbert laugh to themselves. Muriel isn’t a man who shows emotion like that easily. They both know it, you can see it in their eyes. “Come! Let's get you two settled in. It will be dark soon. Dinner will be a few hours.”

Gilbert opens the entrance to the tent and starts to show you where your new tent is as Muriel holds your hand tightly.

You feel so excited. This is a whole new experience for Muriel. You feel so humbled to be here too.

To be continued~

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Anyways. Sorry this is so long winded. But there is A LOT to explain here. Keep yourselves posted for the next bit, as always, Hoped you liked my hot trash!

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Your writing is otherworldly btw~ I don’t know if you’ll go on with this, but would you consider making a tom riddle x y/n where tom’s diary got into y/n’s possession, and y/n starts writing to him and they just have deep conversations. And as time goes on, diary Tom just gets completely infatuated with her? But I’m not sure how the rest of the story will go on, contemplating the fact that he is in a form of an object but yee...lmao

A/N: So this turned out a lil angsty and a lil experimental but I enjoyed writing it and was already thinking about a pt 2, but we’ll see if y’all like it 😉 Thanks to @raven-riddle for beta-reading!! Ily bestie 💖 (OG GIF CREDIT)

Summary: You have a very curious diary in your possession. Or then again, perhaps the diary possesses you. [GN reader ★ no pronouns ★ ambiguous house] Wordcount: 2.1k Warnings: none

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𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝐭𝐡

Tom?

𝚼𝖊𝖘?

It happened again.

𝚼𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓, 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓?

Yeah. I remember heading back to the common room after dinner and then suddenly I was standing in my dorm and it was 3 in the morning and I was all cold like I’d been outside and there was mud on my shoes. I think I should go to see Madam Pomfrey, this is getting out of hand.

𝓑𝛄 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖘 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖉𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝛋 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙. 𝓘 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝛄 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕-𝖜𝖆𝖑𝛋𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝓘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝛄 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝛄𝖊𝖆𝖗, 𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝓘 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝓢𝖙 𝓜𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖔’𝖘 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝛄 𝖆 𝖋𝖊𝖜 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖍𝖘.

They sent her to St Mungo’s? Just for sleep walking?

𝓣𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖈𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖚𝖕𝖘𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖑𝛄. 𝓐𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝛋 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.

Do you think they’d send me away, too?

𝓦𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖋 𝖎𝖙’𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝛄 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖆𝛄, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝛄𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖙? 𝓘 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝛄’𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘, 𝓗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍, 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖑, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖆𝛋𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊. 𝓑𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝛄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘, 𝓟𝖆𝖉𝖒𝖆 – 𝓘’𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖊’𝖑𝖑 𝛋𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖘𝖙 𝛄𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝛄, 𝖘𝖔 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖓’𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖗𝛄 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝛄𝖔𝖚’𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘.

Maybe I can still figure this out before it comes to that...

𝚼𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊? 𝓡𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝛄, 𝖎𝖋 𝛄𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖚𝖕𝖘𝖊𝖙 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕-𝖜𝖆𝖑𝛋𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖆𝛋𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖑𝛄 𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘.

No, I’m being silly. I'll give that potion you mentioned a go, the one with lavender and fairy wings. Maybe that’ll help.

𝚼𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓’𝖙 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝛄𝖊𝖙?

I’ve been busy with studies, N.E.W.T. classes are really demanding.

𝓦𝖊𝖑𝖑, 𝓘’𝖒 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖗𝛄 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝛄 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝓘’𝖒 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉. 𝓘 𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖊𝖝𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊 𝛄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖘.

I will! I mean, I am that sort of person. I’ll make the potion, I swear. I can start next weekend when I’m in detention, I’m with Slughorn cleaning cauldrons so it’ll be easy to grab what I need from the storeroom.

𝓐𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝛄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓?

There was a misunderstanding between me and this pureblood git named Malfoy.

𝓗𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝛄 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖋𝖚𝖑.

He is. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and he’s never once been pleasant to anyone in his life.

𝓕𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝓘 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝛄. 𝓟𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝛄 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊, 𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓’𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝛄?

Ones like that are.

𝓣𝖍𝖊𝛄 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓’𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝛋𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝛋𝖓𝖔𝖜, 𝖘𝖔 𝓘 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝛄 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝛄𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒.

Why didn’t they like you?

𝓘𝖙’𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖙𝛄 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖑𝖎𝛋𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝛄𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖎𝖘𝖓’𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 – 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖑𝛄 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝓘 𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖚𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝛄 𝖉𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝛋𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍, 𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗.

Ha! That at least shows some sense.

Tom?

Are you still there?

𝚼𝖊𝖘, 𝖒𝛄 𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖘, 𝛄𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙.

It's so strange not being able to see you when we talk. I'd like to know what you look like.

𝓐𝖓𝖉 𝓘 𝛄𝖔𝖚.

I wish I could meet you for real.

𝓓𝖔 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝛄?

Gotta go Dumbledore’s starting class, I’ll write later!

𝓤𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓.

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟖𝐭𝐡

Are you there, Tom?

𝚼𝖊𝖘 – 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙’𝖘 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌?

Why do you ask?

𝚼𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖋𝖋.

Should have known you’d notice.

𝓓𝖎𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓?

Well, you remember Malfoy the pureblood git from the other day?

𝓜𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖑𝛄.

I may or may not have sent him to the Hospital Wing.

𝓘 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝛄.

We were practicing duelling in Defence Against the Dark Arts, and he was saying some really nasty things about this Gryffindor girl (she’s Muggle-born), so when it was our turn to duel each other I broke his nose.

𝚼𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝛋𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖊?

Got him with a modified Confringo Hex, if you add 'ostana' as a suffix it’ll shatter bone from beneath the skin. His whole nose turned purple and swelled up without a drop of blood to be seen. Snape gave me another detention but honestly I think he was sort of begrudgingly impressed.

𝓦𝖍𝖔 𝖙𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙?

Confringo? It’s O.W.L. level.

𝓝𝖔, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.

I made that up.

Tom?

𝓣𝖍𝖆𝖙’𝖘 𝖆 𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊.

Are you surprised? I’m sure I’ve told you I like duelling.

𝚼𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖑𝛄 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊. 𝓐𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖘, 𝖒𝛄 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊.

Ugh I’m being called to Dumbledore’s office, Malfoy’s really throwing a tantrum about the duel.

𝓗𝖔𝖜 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖍.

I expect he’ll try to have his father get me expelled.

𝓦𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓’𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙.

Are you alright?

𝓞𝖋 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊. 𝓦𝖍𝛄 𝖉𝖔 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖘𝛋?

You seem a little distracted.

Are you still there?

𝓘’𝖒 𝖆𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝓘’𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊. 𝓑𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖚𝖈𝛋 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝛄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌.

Alright… hope you’re ok.

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡

Do you think it’s strange that the Wizarding world uses owls to send mail? We can Apparate, Floo, and even fly faster than it takes an owl to deliver a letter, if you’ve got the right broomstick.

𝓞𝖜𝖑𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖑𝛄 𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖚𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖘 𝖙𝛄𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖓𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝛋𝖊 𝓐𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝓕𝖑𝖔𝖔 𝓝𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖔𝖗𝛋 𝖈𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊. 𝓟𝖑𝖚𝖘 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙.

Yes but in the Muggle world I can send a letter to the other side of the planet in a few days. The same letter would take at least a month by owl.

𝓘𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈? 𝓘 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖆𝛋𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖆 𝖋𝖊𝖜 𝖉𝖆𝛄𝖘.

Probably not more than a week if you paid extra shipping. Planes are pretty fast, Tom.

𝓘’𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖓𝖊.

Well I have, and I think it’s a bit weird that the magical world’s sort of lagging behind a bit. Honestly I could just send an email and it would get to where I’d need it to go instantly.

𝓘’𝖒 𝖆𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝓘 𝖉𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝛋𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓.

What year did you cast that Mirroring spell on your diary again?

𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟑.

Well, there’s all this new technology coming out that lets you communicate instantly with anyone else on the planet, so long as they’ve also got access to the internet. It lets you send messages, and photos, and music, and I think you can even use it for research since it can access papers and books and things. Sort of like me writing in this diary, but if you knew absolutely everything in the universe and I could talk to lots of different people at once.

𝓘 𝖘𝖊𝖊.

Was that a boring explanation?

𝓝𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑.

You don’t seem particularly enthused.

𝓘 𝖆𝖉𝖒𝖎𝖙 𝓘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝓜𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝓜𝖚𝖌𝖌𝖑𝖊.

Well if you’re from 1943 that’s not so hard to understand. The Muggle world was a bit in shambles back then.

𝓣𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖙 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝛄, 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝛄 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖑𝛄.

How so?

𝓦𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑, 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝓗𝖔𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗.

You can go into more detail if you want, Tom.

You don't have to.

Sorry, I shouldn't have asked.

𝓝𝖔, 𝓘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖑𝛄 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓. 𝓘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖎�� 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊.

Oh.

𝓣𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖘, 𝛄𝖔𝖚'𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝛋 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝛄 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖉. 𝓣𝖍𝖊𝛄 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝛄𝖘 𝖆𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉.

𝓣𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝓘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖚𝖈𝛋𝛄 𝖙𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝛄 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝛋 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝛄𝖊𝖆𝖗. 𝓣𝖍𝖊𝛄 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝛄 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝓒𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖑𝖑.

𝓐𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖉. 𝓘 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝓗𝖔𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝛄 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝛋 𝖎𝖓 𝓛𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖓. 𝓒𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝓢𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖆𝛋𝖊 𝖆 𝖋𝖊𝖜 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝛋𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝛄 𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖋𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖑𝛄 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓.

𝓜𝛄 𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖘, 𝓘'𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊.

No that's alright, I was just listening. Reading. You know what I mean.

𝓦𝖊𝖑𝖑, 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝛄 𝓘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝓜𝖚𝖌𝖌𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉.

But the Magical world was in shambles, too, wasn’t it? Grindelwald’s crusade was in full swing back then.

𝓘 𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖜𝖔, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝛄𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙.

Do you think you’re out in the world right now, Tom?

𝓦𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓?

Grown-up you. I mean if your Mirror spell caught a snapshot of you in 1943 you must have carried on here afterwards, right? The real you would have graduated and gone and done something with your life.

𝓘 𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖔.

Maybe I’ll look up your name and see if I can find you, it would be funny to see where you ended up. Did any of the professors still here teach you, too? I could ask them about you.

𝓘’𝖉 𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓’𝖙.

Why?

Tom?

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡

I lost a few hours last night after we talked. Woke up in my dorm again, I was just lying on my bed. It was so weird.

Are you alright?

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡

Hope you’re okay, it’s been a while.

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑𝐫𝐝

I have detention in an hour… But at least I’ll finally be able to make that potion you recommended!

𝓘 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝛄 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙.

Oh hello!!

𝓘 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝛋 𝓘 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖘, 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝛋𝖊𝖑𝛄 𝖉𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉.

Where have you been? Are you okay? It’s been ages.

𝚼𝖔𝖚'𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝛄 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕-𝖜𝖆𝖑𝛋𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘, 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝛄𝖔𝖚?

No, not since I last told you about it. What happened, Tom? Why did you vanish for so long?

𝓟𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖚𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 – 𝓘 𝖉𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖗𝛄.

Wait. Did you misremember the effects, or is it unnecessary?

Hello?

𝓑𝖔𝖙𝖍, 𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖑𝛄.

That’s not ‘naturally,’ that’s a completely different point. Would it do more harm than good, or is it unnecessary because the problem’s already gone away? Which is it?

𝓘 𝖉𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝛄 𝛄𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖘𝖊𝖙 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘.

What exactly does that potion do, Tom?

𝓐𝖘 𝓘 𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝛄𝖔𝖚, 𝓘 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖙�� 𝛄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕-𝖜𝖆𝖑𝛋𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝓘 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖘𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖚𝖊. 𝚼𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝛄 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓’𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑𝖑𝛄 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕-𝖜𝖆𝖑𝛋𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝛄𝖜𝖆𝛄.

𝓐𝖗𝖊 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊?

𝓘’𝖒 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖗𝛄 𝖎𝖋 𝛄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖘𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌.

𝓘’𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝛋𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙.

𝓓𝖎𝖉 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝛋𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉? 𝓘 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙, 𝖎𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝛄 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖜𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝛄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖘.

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡

Want to tell me why you were trying to get me to make a Spirit Stifler, Tom?

𝚼𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝛋𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖚𝖕.

Yeah I did. Took a while, too, since you never told me its actual name. And you know, at first I thought it was really weird that I didn’t look it up when you first told me about it, but then I remembered that you told me you’d used it YOURSELF for sleeping issues and that I should just trust the recipe you gave me. ‘Misremembered the effects’ huh?

𝓘 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝛄𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖎𝖋 𝛄𝖔𝖚’𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊.

I read that Spirit Stiflers can leave the drinker vulnerable to POSSESSION. Want to explain THAT?

𝓘 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝛋𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖙.

What else have you been lying to me about, Tom?

𝚼𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖘𝖊𝖙, 𝓘 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙’𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖑𝛄 𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖎𝖋 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝛄𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋.

Well how about you start here – I looked up Mirroring spells too, and there’s not a single book in the whole library that says you can use them to make something like this diary.

𝓟𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊, 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙

Or perhaps you can explain why my SLEEP-WALKING seems to match descriptions of POSSESSION perfectly?

𝓘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉.

You stopped WHAT? You stopped possessing me??

𝓘𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔, 𝖜𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝛋𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝓘 𝖜𝖆𝖘

𝓘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉

𝓣𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖎𝖘, 𝓘 𝖜𝖆𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖑𝛄, 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌

You're really going to pretend like it was an accident when you tried to trick me into being EASIER to possess? Exactly how stupid do you think I am?

𝓐t 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝓘 𝖆𝖉𝖒𝖎𝖙 𝓘 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖎𝖙, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝓘 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝛄 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉, 𝓘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝛄𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝛄 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝛋𝖊𝖉, 𝛄𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊

You’ve been doing this to me since the beginning, haven’t you?

𝓘 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓’𝖙 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝛄.

What exactly would I find if I looked you up now, Tom? Why did you tell me not to ask about you?

No answer huh? Trying to think of a good story?

𝓘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝛋𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗. 𝓘 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝛋𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗.

I’m throwing this diary away. Goodbye, Tom.

𝓦𝖆𝖎𝖙, 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊, 𝓘

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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; you're mine

tranq loza x fem!reader. ⸺ useful links.

requests by @skyofficialxx and anon. Hiya darling. I’d like to request number 13 from your prompt list with hank if it’s not taken already. / Hola! Can I request prompt “I don’t fucking care. You’re supposed to be mine” with Tranq? Thank you! 😍

words. about 700.

warnings, tags. none.

a / n. sorry it took me an eternity to post it! none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.

You were talking with Rosario until Tranq has decided is enough conversation. As you're walking close to him, he grabs your forearm to push you onto him, making you fall on his lap. If it wasn't because you have good reflexes and you have covered the opening of your beer with your thumb, it would've been a disaster. You frown at him, feeling his arms wrapped around your waist possessively. A word that has never been part of his character.

“The hell are you doing, Hank?” You hiss turning enough to glance at his dark upset eyes.

“I swear if Pablo looks at you again, like that, I'm gonna set his bike on fire”. He whispers in response, dragging every word over his tongue, making an inappreciable gesture with his head.

Sideways you watch the other member regret trying to call your attention and earn some time alone, as soon as he sees El Pacificador marking his territory. You didn't notice it before because you were too occupied with your friends and controlling how many tequila shots your man was drinking.

“I don't get why you ca—”.

“I don’t fucking care. You’re supposed to be mine and no one is allowed to look at your body imagining how good it'd feel, besides me, preciosa. So for the rest of the night, you're gonna be sitting here. On my lap”.

You raise your eyebrows surprised and not really pleased by his order.

“What if I don't want to? Are you gonna set my bike on fire too?”

“What’s more relaxing than setting things on fire?”

“Jesus… Christ, Hank”. You snort trying to undo the tight wrap around your abdomen and waist, as a kid fighting against a wall. “Stop treating me like a fucking thing with your name on my face”.

“No”. He grunts sinking his nose on your neck. “You're only mine”.

“Por Dios santo, you're smothering me. Lemme go! ” You maneuver to stand up, turning at him with your arms crossed, earning Bishop and Taza's attention. “Two don't play if one doesn't want to, you idiot”.

Both men chuckle seeing his friend so damn pissed, watching you leave the clubhouse slamming shut the door. What the hell just happened? Is Tranq jealous? For real? No, he has to be joking. Nothing could annoy you more than his behavior a minute ago. Sipping your still fresh beer, back to the door, you hear it being opened and closed.

Bishop places an arm over your shoulders with a comical smirk on his lips, as he takes a drag from his cig. El Presidente tilts his head towards you for a second, letting escape a soft laugh. And he causes you to chuckle too.

“Pablo? Really?” You say incredulously, shaking your head.

“You look at your man, your big and terrifyingly peaceful man, and you think he doesn't have any insecurities. But, querida, he thinks your smart and beautiful ass is too good for him”. He replies with all his wisdom, resting his temple against yours. “Go inside, slap his head for being a pendejo, and then give him a kiss”.

Sighing through your nostrils, you simply nod taking another sip from your beer, making your way back indoors. Tranq knows he has fucked it up, pouting at you briefly as you walk closer and closer. But he wasn't expecting the slap to the back of his head, looking stupefied.

“I'm yours but not your property”. You point at him using your forefinger, leaning forward with a serious gesture drawn on you. Your husband assents ran out of words, having a seat by his side. “Don't act like that again, you hear me? I don't need any other man, I have enough bearing you twenty-four-seven”.

You're still annoyed, but Hank doesn't doubt placing an arm on your shoulder to kiss your cheek and murmur onto your ear. “I'm sorry. I lov—”.

“You love me, I know”. Puckering your lips, you sit over your left leg to turn at him. “And that's the only good thing I have. I wouldn't change it for anything”.

“You sure?”

“You wan'me to punch your face? 'Cause seems like you're asking for it”.

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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Y/N looks at the three Spider Women…

Y/N: I can take you all on

Julia: got a death wish, cutie?

Y/N: I didn’t mean in a fight.

Anya: a challenge, huh?

Mattie: I love confidence

Y/N: so my place or one of yours?

Julia: lead the way

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summahsunlight · 3 years

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Worth the Risk, Part 13

Rating: Mature(18+only)

Word Count: 2120

Pairing: Army Pilot!Poe Dameron x Nurse!Reader (1940s AU)

Summary: It’s the 1940s, Army pilot and Captain Poe Dameron is flying on missions for the United States Army in Europe. After being shot down off the coast of France, Poe wakes up in an Army hospital in England, to find you, a nurse, taking care of him. Throughout the process of his recovery, Poe finds himself falling for you, and even though you, for the most part, maintain a professional relationship with him–you’re falling for him as well. Both of you know the risks of falling in love during a war, but then again, both of you have never cared much for being cautious.

Warnings: Angst, gunshot wound, blood (nothing graphic)

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There had been very little time to breathe since the Army had marched into Paris. They were continuing their push to Germany, which meant endless bombing runs for Poe and Iolo. Endless bombing runs meant very little sleep and living in leaky tents in the woods--Poe had lost more crew than he could ever have imagined in his worst nightmares during this time and the Army granted his squadron a 48 hour leave. Immediately he went to work on finding a way to Paris, on a finding a way to spend as much of that leave with you before he was inevitably back in the air being shot at.

He sat, slumped in his seat on the train, reading over your latest letter. You had spent a lot of time with freed prisoners and your heart was breaking it smaller and smaller pieces each day. Poe wished he could have made it back to Paris sooner to hold you; he could feel your pain in every stroke of your flawless handwriting.

By the time the train arrived in Paris, Poe had read your letters over three times. Tucking them into his rucksack, he slung the bag over his shoulder and made his way off the train. He knew that you would be waiting for him on the platform but when he laid his eyes on you for the first time in months, he couldn't help but smile.

"Poe!" you cried, waving wildly, your smile just as wide as his.

Moving through the crowd, Poe made his way to you, dropping his rucksack at your feet, cupping your face between his hands and kissing you.

You eagerly returned his kiss, wrapping your warms around his neck and melting into his solid form. When you pulled away from his warm lips, you sighed, "I missed you."

He stroked your cheeks with his thumbs and gazed at you with loving eyes. "I missed you, too, sweetheart."

"I wish you had more time to stay in Paris."

"I know; me too. We just have to make the most of it."

Sighing, you rested your forehead against his. With some luck in a few months you would be together back home in America, planning your wedding, meeting each other's families--the war nothing but a distant memory. "Are you hungry? There's a small little cafe near my apartment. By the way, Jess can't wait to see you."

Poe chuckled and pulled away. He reached down and picked his bag up in one hand, and grasped yours in the other. "She just wants to ask me questions about the new recruits, you know if they're cute and available."

You laughed while you walked out of the train station. "That's not all true," you argued with him. "She likes you too."

"Not as much as that sergeant from North Dakota."

"Well, yeah, she can't kiss you but she can kiss him."

"You're the only I want to kiss, sweetheart."

"Smart answer."

He gave your hand a squeeze and laughed. He'd missed you so much over the last several weeks and he wasn't sure when he would be able to see you again--already Poe's heart was breaking thinking about having to leave Paris in two days.

You were just as heartbroken at the same thought--but you did your best to hide your sadness from Poe. Neither of you talked about the war, or your impending separation for the rest of the afternoon, that is until Poe leaned back in his seat at the cafe and sighed, heavily. "Something wrong?" you questioned, sipping your coffee.

Poe ran his tongue over his lips, his fingers lazily tracing the rim of his own coffee mug. "When the Army marched into Paris over the summer, I thought it would be over. Maybe I just hoped it would be over."

There was an overwhelming feeling of sadness in his voice. You knew that he had suffered tremendous losses since the Allies had taken Paris back. For a man like Poe, with his big heart, you knew that each loss cut deep. "Darling, there was nothing wrong in hoping."

"I know, I just--I've been away from home for so long now."

"Are you afraid your dad will forget what you look like?"

"No--but my dad is getting up in age--he needs help on the ranch."

"I'm sure he's managing without you for now."

Poe frowned. "I'm worried about him, y/n."

You took a deep breath. "Why?"

He looked at you, sadly. "The anniversary of my mother's death is in a few weeks. My dad...he never really got over my mom...I just worry that he's lonely."

Reaching out you gently placed your hand over his. "Maybe this will be the last anniversary of your mother's passing that you'll miss. Maybe next year, you'll be home on the ranch."

"I hope so," Poe mumbled, running his thumb over your knuckles.

"When was the last time your wrote to your dad?" you asked, softly.

"Right before Normandy."

"Poe, that was months ago."

"There hasn't been time."

"You've found the time to write to me."

Poe looked at you, guilty. "You're easier to write too than my dad. You know what it's like to be in the thick of this war--I don't want to worry my dad too much."

Gently you shook your head. "Poe, your dad is a war veteran himself--I'm sure he knows exactly what is going on. Not writing to him is going to make him worry even more about you if you ask me."

He looked wounded. "You really know how to make a guy feel better, ya know that?"

Smiling, you looked him straight in the eye. "I'm just being honest with you."

"I know--and you're right--I need to get in touch with him."

"Promise you'll write to him before you leave Paris?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Good. I'll even make sure it gets in the mail for you."

Kissing your hand, he thanked you. Poe briefly wondered how he had survived without you--and if he had never been shot down, he may never have met you. He might have already passed his mother's ring onto you--under the guise of safe keeping--but he couldn't wait for the war to be over so he could properly ask you to marry him. "Shall we get out of here, darling?"

You smiled coyly at him, knowing exactly what was on his mind. "And go where, Captain?"

Poe sighed, lightly. "Oh, maybe a walk along the river....back to your room..."

"Let's go then," you said, standing up.

"Let's go," he echoed, tossing some money on the table and following you wherever you were going to lead him.

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Forty-eight hours went by way too fast for either of your likening, and after a tear filled good-bye, Poe found himself back with the Army. He felt more exhausted then ever with the cold weather moving in. He did hold true to his promise and wrote a letter to his dad, he even hand delivered a letter from Jess to the sergeant from North Dakota. Poe could never remember his name but he seemed excited to receive the letter.

Iolo grinned at him. "Look at you, playing cupid."

Poe rolled his eyes and pulled his coat closer to his body. "I didn't miss your shit for the last two days, Arana."

"Sure. That's fair. You were with your lady."

"What did you do?"

"Me? Found a nice village, got drunk, kissed a few French girls."

"A few?"

"Hey, I'm not attached so I'm not picky."

Laughing, Poe turned towards the tent he was sharing with his wingman and best friend. After Snap's death, the pair had become closer, looking out for each other as best they could--being there for each other after each and every loss. Poe felt grateful that he had a friend like Iolo--he didn't know what he'd do if he was facing the horrors of war each day alone.

Iolo was going on about something or another as they walked; Poe was so engrossed in what his friend was saying that he felt the gunshot before he heard it. The bullet tore through his upper left arm, burning, and Arana shouted, "Captain!"

Poe clutched at the fresh wound, blood seeping through his fingers and Iolo pulled him to safety as the ground troops sprinted into action trying to find where the shooter was hiding. "Fuck!" Poe cursed when he finally saw the blood on his hands, the pain coursing through his body.

"Easy, Poe," Iolo said, waving down a medic. "Looks like a flesh wound--you should live."

"Great, just great. It still fucking hurts!" Poe snapped at him. His face went white. "Don't tell her, Arana, please don't tell, y/n."

"You want me to lie to your girlfriend?"

"Yes! She doesn't need to know if I'm gonna live!"

"She's gonna know when she sees the scar!"

"And I'll tell her the story then!"

Iolo rolled his eyes as the medic joined him. "Ya might want to check his skull after you finish with that arm--he's talking batshit crazy."

Poe wanted to punch him but his arm hurt too damn much. He just didn't want you to worry about something as unnecessary as a flesh wound. "Can you hit him for me?" he begged the medic tending to his arm.

The medic looked anxiously between the two pilots. He was fresh on the field so clearly, he didn't understand their antics. "Sir... I'm just here to treat your arm. You'll...you'll...have to settle your differences with the Lieutenant on your own terms."

"In other words--he'd rather not get involved," Iolo chuckled. "It's cute he thinks we have some kind of beef with one another."

"Don't worry, once my arm is patched, I'm gonna punch you," Poe countered, curtly, to which Iolo responded with laughter. "I'm serious Arana!"

"Sure, sure, you're gonna punch me with your non-dominant arm."

"Fuck! Come on, man, just do it for me!"

The medic finished up dressing Poe's wound and quickly moved on to help the next guy. Iolo reached out and pat his friend on the shoulder. "Fuck Poe, don't scare me like that again," the other pilot whispered, seriously. "We've been through hell but I'm not sure I'm ready to lose another man I consider a brother."

Poe sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. He knew that if the bullet was in centimeters in a certain direction he'd be dead. "I know," he responded, all the venom from earlier gone from his voice. "But I'm serious, please don't tell her. She worries enough as it is."

"Don't worry," Iolo said, firmly, "your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks buddy," Poe whispered, opening his eyes. "I owe you one."

"She's gonna find out, ya know."

"Yeah... yeah I know. I'll deal with it then."

Iolo frowned at him and helped him to his feet. Quietly, the two friends walked back to their tent and didn't speak about the gunshot wound in Poe's arm again.

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You did find out--from North Dakota boy when he came to visit Jess.

He'd casually talked about as if you and Jess knew it had happened. It wasn't until he saw your eyes go wide and Jess' mouth fall open in shock that he was aware he'd let the secret out. Poe was probably going to beat his ass when he got back to camp for this...

...you excused yourself and found a small closet in the hospital to shut yourself away in and have a good cry.

After the day you'd had, nursing freed German prisoners back to health, holding their hands while the fate of their loved ones was either dealt to them or still kept a mystery, and crying at their bedside as they took their last breath. In between all that you were still expected to perform your duty as a lieutenant and care for the wounded soldiers.

It was clear why Poe hadn't told you he'd been shot--he knew the fragile state you were living in, but was this better? Finding out this way, from Jess' new boyfriend?

"Lieutenant?" Jess called on the other side of the door. "Are you okay?"

No! "I'm....fine...I just need a moment," you replied, wiping your eyes on the back of your hand. "I'll...be out soon."

You heard footsteps fading away and knew she had left you alone. If you could, you would have stayed in that closet all day--but the airhorn went off, signaling incoming wounded. Dusting yourself off, you got to your feet, and went to work. There was still a war going on after all.

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seraphimcollections · 10 months

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AND YOU WEREN'T THERE | Alejandro x Reader | Ch. 2 |

summary: he's finally come back to you, waltzed willingly into your web. Now or never.

warnings: +18, MDNI, mentions of blood, death, dark themes, gun violence, sorry if i missed anything.

word count: 2.6

a/n: first, thank you for everyone showing love to this new series! I really appreciate all of you. Second, have your translators ready (if you don't know spanish) because there's a lot in here! Disclaimer: I do NOT speak spanish and much of this was translated so I apologize if the language is correct. Third! I added a link to a song but it's not necessary to play if you don't want to but I got a lot of inspiration from it. Anyway! Enjoy!

chapters: | ch. 1 | ch. 2 |

The elevator doors slid open and you pushed the Mexican Army general to walk in front of you. The poor man stumbled daring to look over his shoulder to you as you glared at him.

“Walk,” you ordered.

You could see the fear in the man’s eyes as he turned to walk down the hall. There were a few stragglers in the hall but once they had seen you coming walking down, they were quick to get out of your way. Finally the hall ended at a partially opened door. You shoved the man through the door, slamming the door open to the dim room. Inside was Diego, standing over a struggling man tied to one of the three chairs with a bag over his head. With a twisted smirk, Diego twisted the knife in the man’s chest, watching him struggle until he slowly went limp.

“Diego,” you said.

The man’s smirk immediately fell from his face after acknowledging your presence. You nod your head to the general.

“Subdue him.”

“Yes, jefa.”

You walk further into the room and over to a table with a TV showing surveillance footage of the perimeter. You could see a row of expensive cars driving to the gate, the guests were arriving. You’d forgotten that El Sin Nombre was having another one of her donor parties, inviting the rich and influential from all over the world to your doorstep. You understood networking was instrumental in running a successful narcotics cartel, but you could care less. All this seemed pointless, everything did.

Your eyes narrowed when the figure of a man appeared from the bush, walking over to the guards standing at the gate. As he came closer, you immediately recognized the man. It was the man from the cliffside, the one with the funny haircut. You could see he had his hands up as he approached. The guards shot at the man’s feet, forcing him to a stop. You patched into their radio.

“What’s happening?”

“La Arana! ¡Aquí hay un hombre, extranjero!” One of the guards said.

From what you could see, the man wasn’t nearly as armed as he was hours before in the wilderness.

“Bring him to me,” you ordered, terminating the channel.

You turned to Diego, seeing him finishing up restraining the General.

“Diego, we have a party crasher, retrieve him.”

“Claro,” Diego left the room in a hurry.

Your attention returned to the screen, watching as the rucksack was forced over the soldier’s head before being led inside. Something wasn’t right. You knew the man wouldn’t be able to find the Villa completely on his own, leading you to believe that he wasn’t alone and likely had the help of Los Vaqueros and whoever else they had up their sleeve. Meaning…

“Hermana,” Valeria’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You looked at her over your shoulder, “we have a visitor, likely a friend of Los Vaqueros.”

Valeria smirked, swaying her hip to the side with her hand on top of it.

“Supongo que son tan estúpidos, ¿eh? Ha! Men,” Valeria rolled her eyes.

“I’d thought you’d be a little more concerned seeing as they are obviously coming for you, hermana,” you frowned.

Valeria huffed, waving her hand, “come on, lil sis, we should celebrate! The idiots are practically offering up their heads on a silver platter!”

“It’s not that simple,” you said, receding back into the shadowy corner of the room.

“Sit in on this one, let me know if the fucker is lying,” Valeria said.

You nod, letting the shadows of the room conceal you from everyone else except Valeria. You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms making Valeria smirk as Diego shoved the unknown man through the door. There was no mistaking that it was the man from the cliffside but now you had an up close look at him. He looked to be close to your age and had the fitness of a soldier his age. He wore a simple blue tee and jeans, like a normal civilian but having watched him and the others take out your men, you knew he was anything but. His hands were bound with zip ties and from simply looking, you could tell he was unarmed. Fool.

“Sit,” Diego shoved the man again toward the empty chair.

With hardened eyes the man took a seat before Diego tied his wrists to the arms of the chair, sitting away from you and directly across from the General.

“¿quién es?” Valeria approached Diego.

“Su nombre es jabón. Él vino a nosotros.”

“¿Jabón? No mames,” Valeria laughed. “And you let him in?”

“Dice que tiene informacion-”

Valeria kicked Diego in the back of his knee, forcing him to kneel before holding a knife to his neck.

“¡Mierda! No lo conocemos y él ha visto sus caras” she growled.

“But-!” Diego found you in the shadows, seeing you stare into his soul, warning him.

He let out a visible sigh, “Valeria, necesitamos la información. Él podría ayudarnos.”

Valeria looked up at you and then to the man known only as Soap with a wicked smirk, “Será mejor que... o después de que lo mate... estarás en la silla.”

With this threat, Valeria released the poor man, letting him go and sit on the stairs behind her with his tail between his legs. Valeria came closer to stand in the circle of chairs, gun in hand.

“¡niños!” she said. “This is simple: I ask questions. You answer truthfully. Do not lie to me.”

This was a game, another one of Valeria’s games. She loved them. You nodded for Valeria to continue, ears honed in.

“Recently, we were protecting a friend in the mountains. Someone attacked us there…Who?”

Both you and Valeria knew very well who the culprits were, having had filled her in hours before. It was obvious, this was a game of who could give the best intel, and your bets were with the soldier.

“Fue... fue un caos, no vi-” the pathetic general responded.

“En Inglés. Pará gringo,” Valeria ordered.

“I-I think it was the rival cartels…” the poor man answered.

You shook your head, letting Valeria know that the general was wrong.

“Hmm, your turn, blanquito. Who attacked us?” Valeria turned to Soap.

Soap didn’t flinch, showing no signs of fear toward Valeria, which was somewhat refreshing. Everyone was afraid of the cartel, people survived off of fear and that’s how the city ran. But for once, this man wasn’t afraid. It intrigued you.

“It wasn't a cartel. It was Mexican Special Forces,” Soap said, his accent strong. Scottish perhaps.

You smirked under your mask. So the man wasn’t stupid after all. You nodded to Valeria, letting her know what he said was true. Valeria cocked her head with a smirk.

“We found the bodies. Fuerzas Especiales,” she nodded, “Now, how would an outsider know they were Mexican Special Forces and not you?”

The sweat became clear on the general’s brow as he squirmed nervously in his chair. Pathetic.

“M-maybe he was there!” The general tried to defend himself.

“Estuviste ahí, pendejo,” Diego hissed in his ear. “Maybe he was too…”

“There were outsiders, helping the Mexican Special Forces,” Valeria stared deep into the foreigners blue eyes, “Who were they?”

Your brow rose, interested to see if the man would rat out his comrades.

“W-we heard them yelling, some in English. They were gringos, like him!” The general said, voice trembling.

“American PMGs. A group called the Shadow Company,” Soap answered.

You were almost surprised but even more intrigued now. You gave Valeria the signal, your eyes never tearing away from the back of Soap’s head.

“Los vaqueros está trabajando con mercenarios,” Valeria said, sounding half impressed.

“Those snakes,” Diego growled.

“See?! I was right, it was the gringos!” The general said.

“Can you even prove that this ‘Shadow Company’ exists, pendejo?” Valeria’s gaze landed on Soap again, “can you?” “The Company is run by a man called Philip Graves, he’s their commander. Revisa mi bolsillo,” the man’s voice never wavered for a moment, even with his scratchy Spanish.

Valeria spared you look as she approached the man, digging in his pocket and fishing out what looked like a patch with gray stitching.

“This man, Graves, what does he want?” Valeria asked.

You stepped off the wall, your steps light as you stepped closer ot the edge of the shadows, never stepping out.

“He wants the missiles your moving,” Soap said.

You stopped mid step, your brow furrowing. How the fuck did know that? Diego had the same question, voicing his concern. Valeria’s gaze hardened, flickering to your own. You looked back to Soap.

“He’s speaks the truth,” you said, your voice cool and venomous.

You could see Soap visibly stiffen, having finally realized that you were standing behind him the entire time. He tried to catch a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, but there was no use -- he couldn’t see you from within the shadows.

“Y-you can’t believe what he says, he’s lying!” The general said, quickly realizing his worth was diminished.

“You’ve told us nothing! ¡Callate!” Valeria ordered.

The man continued to plead for his life, but there was no use, his fate was sealed. Diego pulled out his gun, pressing it against General’s temple before pulling the trigger, letting the poor man’s blood and brain matter splatter against the hardwood. Valeria didn’t flinch, just continued to stare down Soap as she leaned over him.

“Well done,” she smirked, using her knife to cut Soap’s restraints before making her leave, “let’s get to work.” You watch Valeria wave back at you as she leaves the room. Diego yanks Soap to his feet, shoving him forward to follow Valeria. Soap tries to glance back at you, but Diego shoves him again, forcing him out into the hallway. With a sigh, you open the other door, entering another hallway. You knew this soldier known as ‘Soap’ had come here as a suicide mission, but that couldn’t be it. Something was about to happen, and you needed to find out what it was before it did.

“Fucking gringos,” you curse, finding the stairway up to the viewing deck.

You slipped through the door frame, walking over to the glass bannister and looked over the pool area. By now, the guests had found purchase in certain parts of the patio, some by the pool, many by the bar and a few inside the mansion. All guests wore the same beige mask, hiding their identities from each other. You scanned the crowd, assessing any threats but found none. You couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that you were being watched. Your eyes lifted to sparse woods outside of the villa, squinting to see anything out of the ordinary. For a second, you thought you saw the glint of scope, but as soon as it was there, it was gone.

With a sigh, you turn to look at the towering skyline. Once upon time, you would have thought the view was beautiful. This was your home, where you were born, but now…it all felt empty. The old times, it would be a lie if you said you didn’t miss them. Part of you still misses your old life, your old face…

Miss him.

You frown at the thought, burying it. Voices began to crowd the radio, their tone sounding urgent. Your brow furrowed, listening in.

“¿Dónde está Miguel? ¡Oye, responde idiota!”

“¿Alguien tiene ojos en Fernando?”

“Shit, I got a body!”

You immediately went on alert, patching in: “Where’s the gringo?”

“I got someone in the armory- Mierda, get down!”

His correspondence was immediately followed by gunfire. You grabbed your gun from your back holster, checking it for ammunition. A string of curses left you lips as you leaped onto the roof shingles, sprinting toward the penthouse.

“Get to the penthouse, they’re after el jefa!” You shout through the comms.

“Si, La Araña!”

You knew it was too good to be true. There was no way Soap would waltz into the lion’s jaws if he didn’t have a plan. You had thought it was him walking into your trap, but no, it was you who became entangled in theirs. You grunt as you jump over the gap of the roofs, breaking some roof tiles along the way until you slip through an open window of the hallway leading to the penthouse where undoubtedly Valeria was. Your eyes immediately land on one of your men lying lifeless on the floor.

“Shit! Valeria, come in!” You shout.

All you could hear was gunshots as you sprinted into the penthouse, only to find more of your men slaughtered. Your head immediately snapped to the open back door leading out onto the roof once more. It’s then you could hear the gusts of wind and turbines. Carefully, you make your way outside, just in time to see a military issued helicopter hovering over the roof, it’s storm beacons lighting Valeria up.

You quickly find cover behind the archway, peering around the corner to see Soap with a gun drawn on your sister. But there was someone else. You knew who it was immediately, seeing his broad shoulders and gelled back dark hair. The air left your lungs as his face became illuminated by the copter’s lights.

Alejandro. He was here.

Your eyes narrowed as a familiar rage began to well in your chest. You felt like you could tear him apart. He was only a few feet away, if you got your hands on him, for even a second, his fate would be sealed. But there were too many eyes, too many obstacles. And now, they had Valeria. Your hands were tied, whether you liked it or not. You cursed underneath your breath as you watched Soap tie Valeria’s hands behind her back. Another man, you assumed to be Graves, hopped out of the copter with one of his men.

Alejandro’s expression said it all but all he could do was stare at his former comrade. Valeria chuckled with a smirk.

“Does she know?” Alejandro shouted over the whirring blades.

This question made you stop in your tracks in the shadows. Valeria’s smile became even bigger as she laughed in the man’s face.

“¡Sabía que eras estúpido, pero esto es un nuevo punto bajo, incluso para ti!” Valeria snickered. “Find out for yourself, ¡pendejo!”

Alejandro glared at Valeria, “get her onboard!”

Graves’ men forced Valeria to walk up to the copter and you could only look on helplessly. Valeria caught you hiding in the shadows and smirked. You let out a sigh, knowing what you had to do.

“Hermano, what’s up?” Soap shouted.

“I know her!” Alejandro answered, “we-”

His words were cut off when a throwing knife landed right between his legs, making him jump. Both the men grabbed their guns, swiveling around to see where the attack had come from. Alejandro kept his eyes trained on the shadows, seeing a figure emerge from the darkness. Your heated gaze didn’t stray from him as walked fully into the light. Alejandro’s eyes widened as his complexion became pale, as if he’d seen a ghost. He lowered his gun as stood frozen.

“Amor-”

You didn’t allow him to speak his sickly sweet words, swiftly disassembling your rifle and pistol, throwing the parts on the stone tile. You threw the rest of your throwing knives and radio, everything, down on the ground. Your glare never left him as you stretched your hands out limply to him. Soap looked at Alejandro, obviously confused.

“Who are you?!” Soap shouted.

You chuckled bitterly, “I’m hurt, mi vida, you didn’t tell your little friends about me? What you did?”

The words drowned in Alejandro’s throat as he continued to look at you like you’d risen from the dead right in front of him. You smirk under your mask.

“I’m Alejandro’s fiancé.”

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crystalwolfseer · 6 years

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Tarot vs Oracle

Hi! So, I get many question from people wondering what the difference between tarot and oracle cards. Here is a mini explanation of the difference.

Tarot Cards

*A tarot deck is made up of 78 cards

*The deck is made up of 22 Major Arana cards, 40 Minor Arcana Cards (Wands, Cups, Swords Pentacles), and 16 court cards.

*No matter the art style or creator of the deck, they all have this structure.

*Each card has their own meanings. No matter the deck those same cards have those same meanings.

This website does a great job of explaining in more details http://starpathways.com/tarot/structure-of-the-tarot/

Oracle Cards

*There is no structure whatsoever

*Each deck has their own theme

*Each card has their own meaning.

*You cannot find a specific card from one deck in another one

*Ex: The Oracle of the Shapeshifters deck by Lucy Cavendish has 45 cards and one of the cards is called Little Wolf girl. You will not find that exact card in another deck with the same meaning. Maybe something similar, but you will not find it elsewhere.

Magical Mermaids and Dolphins by Doreen Virtue has 44 cards and one of the cards is called Soulmate Relationship. You will not find that card in the deck mentioned above.

*Each deck is unique to the author and artist

*Readers have to interpret each deck differently.

*Energy from oracle cards are definitely different from tarot

This website explains the difference in a bit more detail (x) But otherwise, that’s basically it. Nothing too complicated. I hope this was able to help some of you. I think oracle cards are definitely under appreciated. Lots of people just want tarot, but oracle readings aren’t bad either!

I hope you all enjoy your readings!

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 7 years

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I’ve been thinking recently about how if I had absolute autonomy I’d reorganize the various Spider-Man titles and to a lesser extent the Marvel Universe titles as a whole. Thought I might as well share.

Putting aside stuff like price point, distribution and accessibility, the main things I’d do is try and make things better structured and easy to follow.

Part of that would be creating a fairly meaty recap page on the interior of every comic so that ANYONE can pick up a comic book cold and read it no matter the title or issue number. I’d advertise that feature on the front of every cover.

I’d create 4 distinct categories for every Marvel title, each denoted by a different colour banner and label atop every cover. These would be:

Prime Marvel Universe: Red with white text literally saying ‘Prime Marvel Universe’. Obviously this is the ongoing progressing adventures of the Marvel universe characters.

Marvel Legends: White with red text. This universe would contain classical and iconic versions of Marvel’s most famous characters. Each individual title would be not only out of continuity but also self contained. That is to say the Peter Parker of ‘Marvel Legends Spider-Man’ would be unrelated to the one who might guest star in ‘Marvel Legends Avengers’. You just follow that particular Marvel legends title and nothing else.

Cinematic Marvel Universe: Silver with black text. This universe would function identically to the Marvel Legends universe with each title being self-contained but instead of classical versions of each character it would be based upon the MCU versions. These would not be in continuity with the MCU but rather be akin to those 90s Disney shows that spun off from their movies. You could pick up this brand’s version of Iron Man and I’d feel like the MCU version but it would be telling is own stories and have only loose continuity allowing it to arbitrarily change as necessary when the next instalment of his films come out.

Alternate Marvel Universes: Blue with white text. Literally any comic or title which takes place outside of the regular Marvel Universe. This would cover ongoings like Spider-Gwen but also one shots like What If.

As for what I’d put in each of these 4 corresponding catagories...

Cinematic Marvel Universe

Literally every movie and Netflix show would have their own comic.

Marvel Legends

Spider-Man: Basically Spider-Man in High School

Peter Parker: Spider-Man: Spider-Man in college

X-Men: First Class: the Original Five X-Men

X-Men: Cyclops, Storm, Nightcrawler, Colossus, Wolverine maybe Kitty Pryde. Basically the classic Claremont/Byrne X-Men

Hulk: Bruce Banner as the lonely man wandering America

Captain America

Iron Man

Thor

Avengers

Fantastic Four: Obviously based more on the Lee/Kirby era

Heroes for Hire: 1970s goodness with Luke Cage and Iron Fist

Defenders: Hulk, Sub-Mariner, Silver Surfer and Doctor Strange

Ghost Rider: Johnny Blaze

Nick Fury Agent of SHIELD: Obviously based upon Steranko’s stuff

Any other really, really classic or iconic Marvel character and series you could think of

Now for the big ones

Prime Marvel Universe

Amazing Spider-Man: I’d have this come out 3-4 times a month but with the caveat that there would be 2 writers working on it simultaneously. Essentially it’d be like having 2 ongoings publishing twice a month but they would just be ASM. I was considering having a title exclusively for Peter’s supporting cast or Untold Tales but I figured that with 3-4 issues per month you could cover all that stuff pretty easily, even if its just back up stories. Meanwhile you get the benefit of not relying upon just ONE writer’s talents for ASM to ride or fall. Plus it’s less confusing. All you need to do is pick up ASM and you got everything you need to follow Spider-Man

Spider Women: I’ve spoken about this before but it’d basically be the Birds of Prey of the Marvel Universe starring Madam Web/Cassandra Web, Spider Woman/Jessica Drew, Arachne/Julia Carpenter, Mattie Franklin, Arana/Anya Corazon and Silk/Cindy Moon

Superior Foes of Spider-Man: Comedic adventures starring Boomerang, Beetle, Speed Demon, Overdrive, but given how iconic he is I’d drop Shocker but replace him with Grizzly and Gibbon

Silver Sable and the Outlaws: Silver Sable assembles a team of Spider-Man characters who have either been reforming villains or else been morally ambigious and they’d go on mercenary missions alongside her in and out of the USA. These characters would be Black Cat, Prowler, Rocket Racer, Cardiac, Sandman, the Puma and Phil Urich/Goblin Knight

Scarlet Spiders: Ben Reilly and Kaine’s buddy cop adventures featuring a back up strip about Ben’s lost years.

Marvel Alternate Universes

Miles Morales: Ultimate Spider-Man/Ultimate Spider Woman: Miles adventures continue back in the Ultimate Universe with Ultimate Jessica Drew starring in some back up strips

Spider-Gwen: More of the same

Spider-Girl: pick up where the series left off in Spider-Girl the End and explain away Spider-Verse later

Spider-Man 2099: Miguel back in the future

Spider-Man Loves Mary Jane: More of the same from Sean mcKeever

Venom: This would be it’s own universe similar to 616 but with an emphasis upon the symbiote characters. Agent Venom/Flash would headline and a back up strip would rotate adventures starring Eddie Brock as Anti-Venom, Carnage, Toxin, flashback stories with other people as Venom, any other symbiote related characters

Spider-Man: Renew Your Vows: More of the same

Superior Spider-Man and the Spider-Verse: I’ve spoken before about how I’d handle Superior Spider-Man going forward. But to reiterate I’d make it clear that Doc Ock and the lead character of Superior Spider-Man are different entities. The entity which was once Superior Spider-Man would get his own body and be exiled to another universe where he supplants that world’s version of Spider-Man and picks up from Goblin Nation onwards. He’d be the headliner but it’d be an anthology with other stories rotating adventures starring Spider-Man Noir, Spider-Man India, Spider characters from the Mangaverse, Spider-Ham and other such characters

What If: You get it

I’d also invest in a trade program designed to make the history of the Spider Verse easy to access

Spider-Man Classics: This series would take EVERY Spider-Man story barring flashback tales like Untold Tales of Spider-Man and organize them into a reading order of linear volumes. So you could pick up volume 1 and it’d start with Amazing Fantasy #15 but as you keep going issues of Spectacular, Web, guest appearances, mini-series, one shots and so on would show up. But rather than you tracking these stories down yourself and figuring out what order to read them in the trades would have you covered, including exposition text where necessary. The aim of these volumes would be to be comprehensive and make things easy to follow.

Amazing Spider-Man: This could go one of two ways. Basically if you began ASM over with a new volume then the trades would start there and just keep going indefinitely. Alternately if you didn’t do yet another new #1 you would just make an issue of Volume 4 a new jumping on point and start these trades from the start of Volume 4. Either way the idea is that you read the Classics trades to catch up to these trades which are the modern adventures.

Spider-Man Flashbacks: A trade series collecting untold tales and other flashback stories with text informing you when exactly they take place in Spider-Man’s history. I’d make this a separate collection because the problem with placing them chronologically with the rest of Spider-Man’s stories is that you spoil stuff for the future and also get distruptive on account of drastically different storytelling styles between different eras

Venom and the Symbiotes: A trade collection collecting EVERY symbiote related story ever. It’d start with Secret Wars and then keep going including the 90s Venom minis, the Flash Venom stuff, Carnage, Toxin, etc. Once they are caught up I’d launch a separate trade series for the AU Venom series I mentioned above.

Goblins: The same thing but for Goblin related characters like Norman Osborn, Hobgoblin, Phil Urich, etc

Doctor Ocotpus: the Superior Spider-Man: A trade series chronicling every Doctor Octopus appearances from Slott’s run leading into the AU stuff I spoke about above.

2099/Spider-Man 2099: A trade series chronicling everything that happened in the 2099 universe leading into the stuff from Superior onwards and into the series I listed above.

Spider-Gwen: Every Spider-Gwen appearance including Spider-Verse, Web Warriors, etc

Ultimate Spider-Man: Peter Parker: Every USM Peter Parker story

Ultimate Spider-Man: Miles Morales: Every Miles story leading off from Death of Spider-Man up through to the present day

Possibly Ultimate Spider Woman trades

Spider Women: Literally every appearance in chronological order of the characters starring in Spider Women

Black Cat: Every BC appearance leading into Silver Sable and the Outlaws

Silver Sable: See above

Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends: A anthology trade collecting appearances from the other characters to star in Silver Sable and the Outlaws plus other spin-off characters like Alpha

And of course every individual series would have it’s own trade set too.

I’d also invest in creating what would amount to ‘playlists’ on Marvel Unlimited. People could click on any individual character and get either a publication reading list or a reading list which follows their personal chronology.

By doing this a reader could if they so chose just read every appearance of Spider-Man with flashback stories placed in their correct places in his history too if they so chose.

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