#did this blue haired woman teach him that lesson

[beanghostprincess]

ShuggyUta family is so cute and funny bc like.

One one hand - AAAA CUTE Uta one day having the EPIPHANY that half of her hair is WHITE, and HAIR DYE EXISTS so she hunts down the closest blue to Buggy's hair. She dyes it in the middle of the night, and either comes out next morning completely casual OR bursts out like "DAD, PAPA, LOOK NOW I HAVE BOTH OF YOU WITH ME :DD"

They both implode immediately ((and Buggy gives her the "The sentiment is so sweet baby, but remember you never ever have to change your appearance to be worthy of love. If you want to, want it for yourself, okay? We love you no matter what" talk))

Then there's also the shenanigans.

Buggy: .... whatchya got there?

Shanks and Uta, both holding one of Luffy's hands, holding cups in the other: ........ smoothies?

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Buggy: Shanks so help me, I TOLD YOU not to get another kid-

Shanks: whaaaaaat? Hahaha, no Bugaboo. You told me very specifically I am not to adopt another child :))

Buggy: so why are there two new children in the kitchen

Luffy: I adopted them!

Uta: we have big brothers now!

Shanks:

Buggy:

Shanks: you told me not to adopt anyone. You didn't tell Lu or Uta.

Buggy: alright. That one's on me.

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Rayleigh, surprise visiting his kids: hello my children, I have swam across the Grandline- is that a kid?

Buggy, Uta on one hip, Sabo on his shoulders, Luffy on his back and Ace clinging to his leg and glaring death at Ray: four, actually.

Ray:

Buggy:

Ray: I'm a grandpa? And you didn't TELL ME??

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Shanks: happy mothers day, Bug!

Buggy: i'm... not a woman?

Shanks: maybe not but you ARE a botto-

Buggy: punches him I'm keeping the roses and chocolates

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Buggy and Shanks teaching them the pirates code, weapons, Haki, sailing, navigation, etc.

Shanks has a moment of "is it really okay to have them on the ship? We were in danger, Bug, it hurt us, what if we're hurting THEM-??"

Buggy smacks him. "We're learning from our dads' mistakes, Red. It's not perfect. We're not perfect. We just need to be the best we can and always put them first. We need to communicate. If we leave them, we can't protect them. If we leave, they'll be on their own. This is the lesser evil. We need to have their security as our priority. We're pirates, but we're parents, too. We can not commit to one over the other, but we can't let it hurt our babies. They're ours now. We are NOT leaving them behind."

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Ace gets a crash course in his history. It's rocky at first, but it's only bc he asks Buggy and Shanks ((separately, mind you)) about "if Gold Roger Had A Kid".

Buggy responds with a snort. "I mean, he kinda had two? But if we had another, then word, I guess? I'd be a little annoyed."

"Bc of his blood?"

"What? No. I'd be pissed that Captain didn't tell me. Asshole move, that. Why do you ask, freckles?"

Shanks, meanwhile, just shrugs. "Ya know how they say blood is thicker than water?"

"... yeah?"

"Yeah, it's bullshit. I wouldn't really care. If Captain had a kid, that's just not my business. I bled with him, for him, and he did for me. I think of him as my father, so I guess that would be sort of like... a little sibling, maybe? But it'd be up to the kid. Your blood doesn't define you, Ace. That's a lesson all good pirates know."

"......... mm."

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Sabo, no warning, in the middle of dinner: I'm a runaway noble.

Shanks: oh neat.

Buggy: oh? Which family? Want me to rob them for you?

Sabo: you aren't mad???

Uta, shrugging: it doesn't matter. You're still a feral jungle brat. Besides, if anyone in the family passes as a fancy pants noble, it's me!

Buggy: 🤨

Uta: ... and mama Bug. I guess.

Luffy: I don't care. Sabo is Sabo.

Ace: yeah, what he said.

Buggy: I will still rob them though.

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That's all I got rn baaaaiiii

Help these are all great 😭 You made my day with this <3

They just keep adopting kids and expanding the family. When they grow up, they get their partners and Zoro, Yamato, Koala, and Perona are there 24/7 because these kids cannot have a normal relationship that isn't based on codependency and both Shanks and Buggy have to deal with four more people around.

Ace telling them he is Roger's child and Sabo telling them he is a noble??? That kills me. They'd be so supportive and protective of them, too. It kills me.

Also, Buggy would ADORE these kids. Rayleigh comes over and sees the whole thing and Shanks thinks he's going to be angry because they didn't tell him but the man is just amazed they managed to have a family of their own without fucking up. Buggy keeps saying it was thanks to him because Shanks wouldn't have been able to do it on his own and, like, everybody agrees.

#also bold of you to assume buggy isn't a woman. buggy is whatever buggy wants. buggy is a feeling. buggy is an experience #buggy is non-binary to me okay- #but this is all great PLEASE i've been laughing for ten minutes #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shuggy #uta one piece #asl brothers #monkey d. luffy #revolutionary sabo #portgas d. ace

[jiliansky-blog]

Witch’s love. Chapter 1. A long time ago

Pairing: Morpheus x Witch FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 2770

Warnings: Can be spoilers for Briefly lifes and Kindly Ones

Summary: When Lyta Hall and Furies are coming for Morpheus, he received unexpected help.

Notes: For everyone who asked why I write Morpheus x OC instead of Morpheus x Reader

“Why do I come here?” you asked yourself. “No one even paid me any attention. It was silly to think that my former fiancée regretted his decision”. He was already too preoccupied with his new victim to pay attention to me. So you want to punish him so much. You wanted to spell love charms on him. For him to love again or to never love anyone. But then I changed my mind. You don’t need artificial love. You can’t cast on him any dangerous charms as well. It was against our rules. So You decided to bring him nightmares. And now you watched him tiredly trying to flirt and court another woman. “Shall we dance?” suddenly a stranger in a black suit, and mask, and with black hair appeared right in front of you. “What?” you asked.

“You did come to dance here, little witch, did you?” he whispered with a deep voice that made you goosebumps on your skin. You froze because this stranger knew that you were a witch. What if he was a witch hunter or a demon and came for me? “I’m neither of them”, he said, as he read my thoughts. “Now let’s dance before you start to get attention from people around you”. And you let him lead you into the dance. His one hand was on your waist and the other held your hand. You dared to look into his eyes. They were blue and the stars were shining in them. “So who are you?” you asked.

“You sent this mortal into my Nightmare realm”, he replied. If you weren’t dancing, you would be frozen again. Oh god, is he an Endless? You are so in trouble. What should you do? “You are an Endless”, you said. “Hush, little witch”, he whispered. “I’m Dream of the Endless. And you need to take away your charms of this mortal”. “I think not”, you said even though you were afraid of him. “This mortal betrayed my trust and abandoned me. Do you know what you know what it feels like?” “I know”, he pouted his red lips. “And still you need to undo your spell”. “Why?” you asked. “I heard you, Endless, cursed people for less”. And then you froze and don’t know what got into you. He for sure can curse you too for your disrespect and disagreement. And you ran away from the dance floor. Of course, he followed you. It was stupid to try to escape from him.

But you understood that you are not afraid of him. He followed you and don’t try to stop you anymore. You looked at him. “It will pass away”. She said. “In time”. “I don’t think it will teach him a lesson”, he said. “Nor it will help you. I know something about it. As you admitted”. “Oh alright”, you sighed. “I will release him of your realm”. “Very well, Y\N”, he said. “It is a wise decision”. And he disappeared. I decided that I didn’t have reasons to stay anymore. I didn’t want to see Nathaniel again, so I told my aunt that I had a headache and returned home, where I broke the spell. I didn’t expect to see Dream of the Endless again.

But you met shortly after the ball. A few days passed when someone came to your aunt and she called you. And you were shocked to see a familiar figure. Now he was without the mask and you could see white skin and a sharp nose. He was quite handsome. He was more handsome than Nath. He smirked when he saw your reaction. “Miss Y\N”, he nodded.

“I did what you asked”, you said, trying to calm down. “Why do you come here?” But deep inside you felt flattered that Dream of the Endless bothered to visit you.

“Do not be worried”, he said. “You are not in trouble. But I may need your help. I need the help of a witch”. “And you decide to come to me?” you asked. “Yes, as for now you are the only witch I know”, he replied. “I doubt it, Dream of the Endless”, you dared to smile. “Morpheus”, he said. “What?” you asked confused. “You can call me Morpheus”, The Endless said. “Morpheus”, you repeated. “As a god of sleep”. “Exactly”, he nodded. “It’s one of my names”. “So, what help do you need, Morpheus of the Endless?” you asked. You understood if he doesn’t threaten you anymore, then you are not on his bad list. But you still need to be careful.

Turned out that he needs some potion or spell. Someone needs to wake up. And then he appeared in your life more often. He needs some witchy stuff and then you understand that he makes up the reason to come. Even though you caught yourself liking him eventually. He was silent and serious most of the time. But when he smiled, it was like the sun came out of clouds. And it made your heart beat a little faster. “Wait a minute”, you say after another visit. “You are the Endless. You don’t need the help of a witch to wake people up or to put them to sleep”.

“Do you want me to leave you for good?” he asked seriously. Yes, if you are planning to make him confess that was the wrong move. He is definitely not used to confessing feelings easily. “No, I don’t want you to leave”, you replied. “I just really am interested in why you came. I didn’t think you liked me after the ball”. “I am interested in you”, he came closer to you and your heart started to beat faster again. “Actually I want to court you”. “What?” it was a surprise. “I want to court you”, he repeated seriously and then suddenly he took a bouquet of flowers from somewhere. It was beautiful red roses.

“Is it for me?” you asked confused and delighted at the same time. “Of course”, Morpheus gave me flowers. “Do you like them?” “Of course”, you smiled. “It’s unexpected, but it is a pleasant surprise. And I…you can court me I think…” He was too close to you now. You can sense that he smells like rain and coffee and something else. Something mysterious.

He returns in a few days. He brought another bouquet of flowers and jewelry made of rubies. “You will spoil me”, you smiled. “I haven’t even started yet”, he smiled. “I want to invite you to the lake”. “To the lake?” you asked surprised. “Yes, if it’s alright with you”, Morpheus replied. “And also, this necklace is not just jewelry. It can help you to come to my kingdom anytime”.

“Oh”, you said. “I’m flattered. And the lake is totally alright with me”. It was a surprise for you. But you keep falling for him, even though you feel shy around him. You didn’t expect the Endless to fall in love with you. And you still wait for it to become a dream or some cruel joke. Yet, you feel thrilled and anticipated. And you dream about him before sleep. You dream of his touch and kisses. All other men are nothing when he is around. And you almost forget about Nath. “I will look forward”, you smiled.

He smiled and disappeared. You were very busy before your meeting. “I hope, you will take me with you”, said your aunt, while you were looking for a suitable dress. “Everyone already is talking about you and his man. I trust you because you know what beast for you. But witchcraft won’t save you from gossip and the aftermath of it”. “I don’t think he will marry me”, you said and sighed. “If that’s what you mean. And I won’t stay here forever. I will leave eventually”. “Why then are you courting you, if he doesn’t want to marry you?” she asked.

“I don’t know”, you shrugged. “Perhaps, he was just intrigued by fancying the witch. Who knows what men like him think?” “I think he likes you”, she said. You hope that he likes you too. Because you start falling for him. It’s hard not to fall for this mysterious and handsome man. “I hope you forgive me”, you said when he came for you. “My aunt insisted on going with us, because of my reputation”. “There is no need for that”, he turned to your aunt. “I will take care of it. And nothing will happen to Y\N reputation”. “How?” you asked.

“No one will see the two of us”, he said. “There are two options. First, I will make an illusion. The second we will make it, but in the Dreaming”. “You want to court me in my dreams”, you said. “If I must”, Morpheus nodded. “No”, said your aunt before you could answer. “You need to court her in reality too because people know, that you came here”. “Aunt!” you sighed. “At least a few dates”, she added. “Very well”, Morpheus was too serious. “First, we come with your aunt. And then we decided. Are you ready to go?” “Yes”, now you have the chance to answer first. “Are you ready, aunt?”

“Yes, let’s me take my book”, she smiled. “Do you want to visit the Dreaming?” he asked when your aunt left the room. “I do”, you replied. “But she makes sense”. “You want everything to be appropriate”, he admitted. “I do”, you smiled. “Fine”, he smiled again. At that moment my aunt returned to the room and you can go to the lake. You need to admit, that he knows how to court. He was very gentle and attentive. When he touched your skin, it was covered with goosebumps. His fingers were cold, but his touch was like silk. Even with your aunt nearby, you were trembling with emotions.

“Are you still scared of me?” he asked. “No”, you replied. “It just…like a dream”. “It’s never just a dream”, he smiled. “So what do I need to do to appear in the Dreaming?” you asked. “You just want it”, he replied. “I can show you everything. To make the date beyond yours or other’s people imagination”. “Sounds tempting”, you smiled. “You just need to wish”, he whispered.

You wished it to happen. To meet in a place where you won’t be bound by people’s expectations. To have him without even other people looking. You can even kiss him here. So you waited for this more even than your date in the real world. “You are going to take his invitation”, admitted Aunt when you returned home, “Yes”, you smiled. It will be the place where you don’t need to think about propriety.

“You need to be careful”, she said. “He is a powerful creature. Now he is fond of you. But that may not last forever”. “I’m aware of it”, you reassured your aunt. And in the night you appeared near the castle. Morpheus came to meet you. He was even more stunning than ever. He wore a long black robe and his hair was unruly. “So, that’s the Dreaming”, you said. You tried very hard not to look at him all the time. Even though he was so beautiful. He just smirked at your casual voice. “Only the small part of it”, he replied. “I can show you everything. Actually, I prepared something”. “The lake?” you smiled. “No, something else”, he smiled. “Wait and see”. He brought you to the beautiful meadow with butterflies and the lake and many wonderful trees. Such a marvelous place to visit in the dream.

“Wow, that’s really marvelous”, you smiled, amazed. “Thank you”, Morpheus smiled. “It’s Fiddle’s green. The heart of the Dreaming. And now we are going to have a picnic”. “A picnic?” you smiled wider. “Really?” “Yes”, he looked satisfied with himself. “I know that you wanted one, but you were afraid of other’s people opinions”. “You are so attentive”, you smiled. “Everything for you, my little witch”, the basket with different food and wine appeared on the grass. You blushed at his words. “Why you were so surprised when I started courting you?” he asked and poured wine for you.

“I didn’t expect the Endless to be the fancy ordinary witch”, you said. “I’m nothing special really. Even my magic is not very powerful”. “You are charming”, he said. “And you dared to argue with me, even when you knew that I could put you in nightmares”. “Who would think that you like when someone doesn’t obey you”, you smiled and took the glass of ruby wine. “I glad, you took my invitation”, Morpheus smiled. “You look more…free”. “No other people's expectations”, you smiled. After you tasted wine and some other delicious food, you found yourself closer to him. He was too close, but you didn’t mind. And at the next moment, he kissed you. That felt like really the beginning of something even more beautiful.

Nowadays You remember about it even now. You were sure that when Sleepy sickness began something happened to Morpheus. You tried to find him but failed. Now the Sickness is gone and you stop trying to contact Morpheus. Until the bird knocked into your window. “Hello, birdie”, you said, opening the window. “My name is Matthew actually”, said the raven. “But hello to you too”. “Oh no”, you sighed. “You are his raven, aren’t you?” “Yes, and you are Y\N?” he asked. “Yes, I'm surprised he remembered about me after all this time”, you admitted. “Did you fly here on his behalf?” “He had never forgotten actually”. The bird replied. “And no, Lucienne sent me”.

“Lucienne sent you?” You were surprised. “Yes, because you know boss…He would never ask for help, even when he was…” he said. “Captive, I assume”, you said. “Yes”, he almost sighed. “But now he is in danger again. It’s a long story. And Lucienne said that you may not agree to help him after your history, but I decided to give it a try”.

“What happened?” you asked, feeling anxious and scared. Yes, you were still mad at him, but you didn’t want him to be hurt. Or worse. You couldn’t help him when he was captive, but you can help now. “Someone haunts him”, he said. “Furies. The woman who lost her child wants to avenge him and now they are coming because he did something”.

“Wait, what?” you asked. As far as you know, Furies punish someone who spills the blood of his relatives. But they wouldn’t come just because someone asked them. Especially, for vengeance. Morpheus didn’t tell you much about his family, but you doubt he would kill his own blood. “Boss killed his son”, the raven said and it terrifies you. But also make everything so much clearer. That’s why the Furies are coming for him.

“He didn’t want to kill him”, Matthew continued. “It was his son’s last wish. And now the boss should pay”. “But why do you come to me?” You asked. “I couldn’t stop Furies”. “You can stop the witch who protects the woman that woke Furies”, he said. “Perhaps, that can help him”. “Another witch?” you asked. You didn’t meet any witch for a very long time. “Who is she? And why she is doing it?” “Well”, here comes awkward silence. “He called her Thessaly. And they also have a history”. “Well, that’s explains a lot”, you said. “If he breaks her heart…” “Actually, it was the other way around”, he said.

“Oh”, you said. It was an unexpected plot twist. This witch broke his heart; he should kill his son, now this. It was difficult for him. “I will help you, but I need to meet him. And…I need to prepare everything. I should know what spell the other witch did”. “I don’t know if the boss will meet you”, the raven said. “But just know that we don’t have much time. Something else?” “I should know, where she is”, you said. “And it would be easier to do from the Dreaming. Perhaps, I can enter her dream”. “Not the best idea”, he said. “Boss won’t be happy. And I hope that you don’t tell him”.

“Do you want to save him or not?” you asked angrily. “I can’t help if I don’t know all the details. She can block me as well”. “Alright, that makes sense”, he sighed. “I will tell Lucienne and the boss”. “Good”, you nodded. “So tonight I will visit you in my sleep. I still have a necklace Morpheus gifted me”. The raven flew away and you sighed. Time to meet ghosts from the past and to be a real witch.

@shadowqueen1318 @mypsychoticlove @justathirstyhoe​ @ladymoztaza

#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sandman x reader #sandman fanfiction #the sandman

[nelissecrectplace]

void

ch3

Neteyam x reader

word count: 4k

tw: bodyshaming

language: ‘evi- child (affectionate)

summary: Adjusting to your life in the forest. The teasing cannot be escaped completely but slowly you are gaining more freedom and knowledge of your new home. At 13 your relationship with a certain na’vi began to spiral into something new.

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The years you have been living in the forest have been a gift from Eywa. Shortly after coming here you began training to become tsahík of the clan. Of course at your young age you did not know this and simply thought you were training to become a healer. Your lessons often times were private because of the years you had missed you had a lot of catching up to do. It had been two years before you were even aloud off of the mountain, your father prohibiting you from leaving the area afraid you would get hurt because of the mobility you lack because of your lower body. The story’s from the sully kids kept you entertained enough.

“Y/n you will not believe what happened today!” Busting through your tent door a 12 year old Lo’ak came stumbling to you as you organized the new herbs you were learning. Looking over to the na’vi you urged him to continue as you finished up your task.

“Spider started painting himself blue!”

Rolling out of his squat position the boy fell onto his back as he started to laugh his ass off. You giggled at his grand display as you tried to picture the image in your head. They had described the sky people to you but they lived in a camp on the ground so you had never seen one. It was hard to imagine such a strange creature.

Lo’ak and tuk were usually the ones telling you crazy stories every afternoon, they seemed to always find you not matter where you were. Kiri always brought gifts and she would teach you the omatikaya way of weaving in the free time you shared while you would share your metkayina weaving skills with her putting the seashells you brung to use. Although you moved away your father still taught you certain things like weaving, and hairstyles of your old clan. He would not admit that he simply had no idea how to do omaticaya woman hairstyles. It did not bother you because where he lacked the woman who fancied him would always lend a helping hand to you if you asked them to do your hair. Having a high rank warrior as a father came with perks.

You spent most of your free time with kiri basking in nature and exploring the mountains. You began to grow as time passed and a new skirt was weaved for you but this time it was if omaticaya fabric. After two years of being best friends with kiri you finally took off your skirt showing her your lower half. Of course she was consumed with joy as she examined your foreign features and complimented them non stop. She finally understood why you were so much faster than her in the lakes you would swim in. You did not share your secret with anyone else kiri was the only na’vi besides your father who knew about your strange shape. This strengthened your bond and put a seal on your friendship.

Neteyam was usually busy but he always made time for you. Eventually you gave in to his pleading and taught him sign language in return he helped you conquer your fear of heights and now you traveled through the mountains with ease.

“Woah, water girl is getting fast on the vines.” His voice whisked away swiftly as he took long strides to past you.

“You wont be laughing when I pass you in a couple years!” Yelling ahead you took carful but fast strides as you attempted to catch up to the boy. It was not easy as he was a head and a couple inches taller than you. Damn the boy for hitting his grow-pert before you. Rushing off the vines your broke into a sprint as your feet touched the soft grass, the forest na’vi in front of you turned around as he braced your body as it collided with him.

“Woah slow down there tiger.” Neteyam flashed you a smile as you looked up at him from his chest.

“One day your gonna break my nose doing that” Huffing you push yourself off the boys chest as you make your way to your spot. You hoped he would not see the way your ears turned purple as you walked away. You heard fast steps as the boy jogged to catch up to you.

“What are you teaching me today?”

“We’ll see what you remember.” You teased as you sat down on a big moss covered rock. Neteyam sat in front of you as you guys began to converse in sign language. Although both of you had never said anything it was an unspoken rule that this was your spot. It was far in the first mountain he had even taken you too, this is where the big mossy rock sat. There was always beautiful rays of sunlight shinning perfectly through the trees and the the plants surrounded it so when eclipse hit it would light up your surrounding in the most beautiful ways. Your favorite part though was the tiny pond that was to the left of the rock. It was not big enough to swim in but perfect to cool off on a hot day in the forest.

The third year you were here nothing changed much your relationships stayed strong. You had figured out that the other kids would talk about you but they never said it to your face because you always hung out with the sullys. They did not want to risk getting on the bad side of their future leaders. Whenever you father would go out on hunting trips you practically lived with the sullys, and once neteyam tamed his Ikran your father finally let you go down to the ground. The boy was happy to fly with you, and you were excited to finally meet this Spider boy they talked about.

The first time you saw the blond human your mouth hanged slack as you looked at the tiny thing. You were even more shocked to find out he was older than you! The lab did a number on how your views as you were introduced to many of the humans the sullys talked about every day, you felt as if you were on another planet.

“Woah kiri this is your mom?” Looking at the girl in amazement you looked into the weird bubble that held a floating na’vi that they called an ‘avatars’.

“Yep! They do not know how I was made but here I am.” The girl almost seemed sorrowful as she made this statement.

“I believe that Eywa herself gave your mother a gift as a parting.”

Kiri swatted shyly at your comment. “You are too much y/n”

You only beamed at the girl. Kiri had changed in these few years you guessed she had matured. You knew she felt different, and you felt the same, so you always got along. Though her outgoing personality had dulled she was still the Kiri you knew.

“So who do you think knocked her up, i’m pretty sure it was norm.” ruining the sweet moment lo’ak comments turned both of your heads.

“Bro, he’s like in every shot!” Laughing spider pointed to the device you learned was a computer. The boys continued to tease as kiri denied their rude comments.

“I would kill my self, I would drink acid!” Kiri said as she looked as the boys with an unamused looked.

sighing you pulled her away from the boys. “Let them be let’s go explore more of the lab!”

Nodding she sent one last stank eye to the boys as you both sauntered off.

“I think spider likes you” informing kiri in a singsong tone you tell her your observation.

“As if, your too young to know.” Pushing you playfully you both giggle as you explore more parts of the lab.

Neteyam did not have interest in the lab and everyday you would go down he would simply drop you off and pick you up. Like your father Neteyam was strict on his rules and would never let you wander into the forest. He would only bend them a little and occasionally let you walk a mile in. Of course when he was not there the 2 siblings and spider would take you deep but not too deep as you had not had training or knowledge of traveling through the trees.

Your father was not please with your interest in the sky people but did not limit you, hoping you would satisfy your curiosity and forget about them. You were glad he let you have that much freedom, but he still would not allow you to train to become a warrior so you could have your own ikran. Kiri and Lo’ak had tamed their own and ever since then you have wanted to take part in the training as well. You were a skilled healer but you felt left out of the fun stuff, you were only aloud deep in the forest with the other healers when you were gathering herbs and most of the time you could not go because you lacked an Ikran to take you to the locations. It was insufferable but your fathers ruled were rock solid.

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On the date that marked your 13th year the clan held a celebration, of course it was not for you ,na’vi did not celebrate birthdays, but it was the day Neteyam passed his Iknimaya. He was the first na’vi in the clan to pass his trials so early and this celebration made his time away from your worth it.

“‘Evi are you ready. The celebration starts soon.” entering your pod your father rushed you to prepare yourself.

“Can you help me with this braid?” Hands tied in your hair you motions to the other side. Your father was quick to get to work helping you finish the braid on the top of your head. They were a couple medium sized braids helping keep your hair out of your face as you let the curls in the back flow down to your waist.

“I am glad you have your natural hair out” Admiring you your father fluffs your curl and you couldn’t help but giggle. You shuffle to your corner of the room as you shut the makeshift curtain that covered your corner of your home. You admired the matching set of black loincloths you wore as you wiggled your, now brown, skirt over your frame hiding your thick tail. You adored the top with the feathers your father had assigned you tonight as the black contrasted nicely with the beautiful colors of brown and white. You put them on over your shoulders as the black cloth covered half of you and the feathers necklace covered the other top of your half.

“How do I look?” Twirling for your father you gave him the full 360 of your outfit.

“You are beautiful ‘evi, now let’s go, tonight is an important night for you too.” Taking your hand father rushed guided you out of the pod. Confused You analyzed your fathers words, how is this night important for me? It’s literally all about Neteyam.

Soon you reached the sight of the festivities and you couldn’t help but feel excitement as you saw all the na’vi dancing. You were quick to find Neteyam as your father sat next to Jake.

“Congratulations Neteyam!” You practically screamed as you walked over to the boy. He seemed fluster by your presence as he looked up at you with suprised eyes. You only laughed as you handed him a bracelet with a seashell weaved into it.

“I wanted to give you this as a gift, to honor your achievements.” Fluster the na’vi took your bracelet, he felt his face heat up and prayed to eywa it was too dark to see. Of course your peering eyes did not see as you studied the white paint smeared all over his body.

“oh my eywa you guys have matching feathers!” Tuk yelled as she approached. Looking down at the boy next to you dread settled in your stomach. You felt guilty as you looked down and started fidgeting.

“I am sorry, I did not know, I was not trying too-”

“Wow, that’s really rude trying to take attention away from him on his big day.” Suddenly an all too familiar voice cut you off. Your eyes immediately met her cold yellow ones. It was Kyna, a female warrior in training about a year older than you. She had never spoken to you until now but you knew she talked shit about you before, and her hateful eyes always seemed to find you in a crowd.

“That was not my intension I truly didn’t know!” cowering from her judgmental gaze you turned your eyes to the ground.

“Kyna, it is fine. It’s y/n’s 13th year anyway she deserves some of the spot light.”

Suddenly the hard spoken girls tone changed as she ignored your existence and began conversing with neteyam.

“Really nete? Well it’s not like much could take the spot light away from you” Giggling she sat down next to the boy as her tail traced up his arm. He only offered an awkward smile in response. The girl continue to talk but you could care less all you felt was this feeling in your gut that made you want to hiss at her in a rage. You did not understand why her touching neteyam made you feel this way.

“I’m going to dance.” Announcing your plan you began to get up but not before Kyna got her nasty comment in.

“maybe it’ll get you into shape with huge legs like that!”

Stomach twisting you made your way to the dance floor trying to keep composed. Of course it did not last long, you could not even dance for one song before you were forced to walk out of the main room. Tuk followed your movement with your eyes, she was not sure why you were sad but she knew it had something to do with the na’vi over there. So, she did what the only reasonable thing in her mind to do was. Skipping over she threw herself into Kynas lap and bit down into her leg.

“Neteyam!! Get your sister off me!! ow!” The girl screamed in pain as tuk’s jaws sunk into the meat of her thigh. The older na’vi only laughed as he quickly picked tuk up and usher her to their mother.

“Ah, you should get that checked out! I must go, I’m sure someone else can help you.” Flashing a kind smile the boy ran off. Not wanting to be around that girl for another second, his only objective was to check on you.

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Thoughts stormed through your mind as you made your way to the only safe place you could think of. Your legs took you across the thick vine as you rushed into the forest of the mountain. Tears stained your cheeks as you thought about the girls comment. It brought up memories of the reef kids, of your childhood. You knew the girls talked but having it said straight to your face hurt, what hurt even more was Neteyam did not disagree with the girl. Oh how stupid you were, you knew you had a crush on the boy but to think he was going to think any different than the other na’vis was crazy. Although they could not see your tail you were still a freak with your teal skin, green eyes, and legs that were slightly bigger.

As your mind cleared ended up by the mossy rock dipping your legs into the small pond. The area around you seemed to glow as you swayed your legs in the water that was full of glowing pearls. You let your thoughts run wild as tears dropped down your face, and eventually you could not think anything more. It was like time had stopped and you felt as if you were numb. You allowed your body to slip into the shallow part of the pond, it reached just above your waist soaking the tips of your hair.

“Hey.” The sudden voice knocked you out of your daze. Looking up slowly your eyes met yellow ones that looked almost concerned as they looked at you. You could tell the boy had been running as his chest heaved up as down as he gradually made his way towards you. No words left your mouth to respond as the boy sat next to you.

“Are you ok?” A hand reached out and took one of your curls twirling it around their fingers. You quickly snatched it back as you stood up out of the water. Your skirt clung to your body as you made your way to the Mossy rock, plopping down in front of it so you could use it as a back rest, you brought your knees up to your chest so the boy could not look at your legs. The skirt was long enough to cover you so he couldn’t see in as it stuck to your calf’s and pooled around your feet.

“y/n, please talk to me.” Pleading the boy followed you to the rock as he took his place next to you.

“I am fine.” The burn of his yellow eyes never left you even as you turned your head away from him. Warm hands gently grasped your chin as the boy turned your head.

“Do not lie to me.” Hot tears pooled in the corners of your eyes as he gazed at you with such a soft and caring look. Who does he think he is? Agreeing with her than chasing after you Eywa he was stupid!

“You did not defend me, you agreed with her, so stop playing with me if you think i’m that disgusting to look at! You do not care.” Tears escaped your eyes as you looked into his yellow ones. His face seems to soften as he brung your body into his. You tried to push away but the boy outrivaled you in strength as he held you close.

“I did not agree, but I also did not say anything. I did not know her comment would make feel like this, please do not cry.” You stopped trying to pull away as the boy talked into your ear. He took this as a moment to pull the rest of you onto him so that you were sitting between his legs.

“I do not care what she thinks, in my opinion your body is perfect. More beautiful than all of the clan girls.” Lifting your chin up so he could see your face he smiled down as your eyes looked up to him. His thumb whipped the edge of your eyes clearing them of their tears. “It’s a waste of such beautiful eyes for them to be filled with tears, especially when i’m missing my own party to see them.”

You felt your face grow hot as you processed all his words. You felt stupid for overthinking as he complimented your appearance twisting your curls with his left hand. You could feel his body pressed up against your back as he hugged you close with his right arm.

“I am sorry for making you miss your party.” You spoke softly scared he would change his mind and get angry with you.

“I much rather be with you.” Resting his head on your head he closed his eyes as he relaxed with you in his arms. He was trying to keep himself composed but knew that if it was day the purple hue of his ears would be obvious. He did not want this moment to end as he hugged placed both hands around your waist bringing you in as if you would disappear if he let go.

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The sound of animals around u was the first think you heard as you regained consciousness. Slowly your senses awakened as you peeled your eyes open. Sitting up you felt something fall onto your lower body, looking down there was a dark blue hand draped over your leg’s. The memories of last night came flooding into you brain as you felt your body heat up at the memories. You fell asleep in each-others arms last night! Covering your face you suppressed a scream as you recalled the events. You were a teenage girl after all of course you were going to freak out about cuddling with your crush.

“mmm, eclipse has passed already.” A raspy voice graced your ears as the boy next to you stirred sitting up as well. Your sea green eyes scanned him as he sat up, you could not tear your eyes away from the way his torsos extended as he stretched.

“We should head back, our parents are going to be pissed.” Bringing himself to his feet the boy offered you a hand. Slowly you placed your hand into his as his larger one engulfed yours. The urge to talk about last night consumed your mind but as you looked into his piercing eyes you could not seem to get the words you wanted out. Had it meant nothing to him? He did not seemed fazed in the slightest at the display of affection he gave last night. Not having the courage to pry you let him pull you up as you trailed behind him, making your way to Highcamp. No words were spoken as the whole way. Sadness consumed you as your brain has come up with the conclusion that he regretted it, he simply was trying to cheer you up. You only felt shame and embarrassment on the long walk to high camp, he had successfully led you on.

On the other hand Neteyam was barley keeping his composure. He was shocked at his bold display, hell be even fell asleep with you pressed against him. He thought he could keep his cool but was wrong, the moment your sea green eyes met his he felt his stomach do flips. The boy swore that anymore contact with you would make him combust. He did not even notice the tension too busy freaking out about last night. He knew he was suppose to be promised to someone but he couldn’t help but fall in love with your shy but playful persona.

The sound of a horn signaled your arrival and while neteyam felt sad knowing he would soon be torn away from you, but you felt relief wanting nothing more than to leave the boy you thought was toying with you. Your relief was quickly replaced with anxiety as an angry Jake and Antu came stomping towards the two of you.

“Boy are you crazy?! Ditching the most important part of the celebration than going MIA for the night?”

Jake grabbed Neteyams arms as his enraged eyes switched to you. “Your coming too.” Dread settled in your stomach as you followed the chief. You looked to your father who was behind you but only got a disappointed head shake in return.

The two of you were soon sat in the chiefs pod as he lectured the two of you, Neteyam got most of it and you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you watched the boys ears droop. Fighting the lump in your throat you finally forced a sentence out.

“It was my fault, He came to find me after I ran off” Once your words were spoken a deathly silence filled the room. Glancing to the side you saw Neteyam yellow eyes widen. Jake only sighed as he looked for Antu for help not wanting to scold a child that was not his. Your father peered at you with disappointed eyes as he processed your words.

“Now why on Eywas green planet would you run off after I told you how important that night was.” You could not look your father in the eyes as you peered down at your legs. You felt the lump in your throat break as you let tears fall from your eyes. All the feelings you felt from the night before came crashing back like a wave, all because of the memory of Kynas one comment.

Antus eyes softened as he heard your crys but before he could reach you another pair of arms was already around your figure. Neteyams yellow eyes burned with slight rage as he looked at the men that had brought you to tears.

“Kyna was targeting her last night, I guess it brought some stuff from here time on the reef.”

At the boys words both men shared a soft look almost as if agreeing to let this slide. The men waited for you to gain your composure as Neteyam ran his hand down your back calming your sniffles.

“We will find another way to announce the news to the clan than.” Sighing jake rubbed his face with his hand as he processed his thoughts.

“what news?” Softly the words left your tired vocal cords as you peered at the men who seemed to be brainstorming.

“You and neteyam are to be mated.” Father stated it as if this was common knowledge and you couldn’t help but open your mouth slightly in shock. The Na’vi next you shared a similar look as his eyes search your green ones.

“But we do not see eachother.” You stated what you thought was a fact trying to save the boy from being trapped in a relationship with a freak like you. Neteyam on the other hand was hurt by your statement as he scanned your tiny body trying to figure out where he miss read your signs.

“You will one day ‘Evi, now you kids go to your lessons, you’ve caused enough trouble today.” Suddenly turning stern your father ordered the two of you out. Quickly you scrambled to your feet and obeyed as Neteyam dragged himself behind you.

“Are you ok? Your father was awfully hard on you.” You shot the boy a concerned look as you turned to face him.

“Why do you care? You do not see me.” Poison dripped from the boys words as he pushed himself past you. You felt hurt by the exchange as you watched the boy stomp off. He really was upset about last night….

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@ultimatebluff

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[noisilyscreechingsong]

DP x HP Crossover Prompt

Okay so I don’t know why I need this but I do and have been thinking about it a lot.

There aren’t that many fics where Draco and Danny are brothers but I am so here for it. Hear me out. Not twins per say , a couple years apart and Danny is most likely younger. Listen…

Danny stolen as a baby, hired by someone who lost much in the war and wanted to give the Malfoy’s what they ‘deserved’. As a way to teach then a lesson the hired kidnapper decides to leave them with muggles, but not just any muggles, witch hunters. That’s right, the Fentons continue their ancestors work of hunting the supernatural, specifically witches.

Due to some spell or artifact, Danny is unable to be tracked and the Malfoy’s are forced to believe their second son is dead. It isn’t until their son’s name is written on the envelope for his Hogwarts letter because magic. Danny is eleven and Draco is in his fourth year.

The Malfoy parents, Severus Snape who is also the boy’s godfather, and a Ministry official all go to the address on the letter and find the Fenton’s. As a whole they are not impressed with the Fenton parents or their eccentricities.

They establish they are there to talk about the boy that lives there and the Fentons are confused but sure “oh you mean our son Danny!” Both of the Malfoy’s and Snape sneer at the plebeian name which of course the Fentons don’t notice.

They call him down and Danny slows to a stop as soon as he looks over the ‘guests’. Because yes he’s made friends with the local clockmaker who is kind of a grandfather to him and is a squib. He confined in the older man about the weird things that happen around him sometimes and Clocky has answers and explains about magic. Danny knows that these people are wizards and witches. Was this about his Hogwarts letter Clocky told him he should be getting? Do they know what his parents do for a living?

Narcissa and Lucius on the other hand are staring at this boy in recognition. The coal colored hair and jawline were unmistakably from the Black side of the family. The straight nose and body shape however came from the Malfoy side. A perfect mix of both parents.

Introductions are made and they can see the understanding in the boy’s eyes when Snape says he’s the potions master at Hogwarts. The Fentons don’t catch it, but they were studying the boy with hawk-like attention.

“Potions?” The large Fenton asks suspiciously.

Before they can start explaining why they were really here, the boy, their boy speaks up nervously.

“He means chemistry! They call it differently because Hogwarts is a special school,” he lies without remorse.

Yes, this was their son.

“Special school? Like for gifted students?” The woman Fenton clarifies.

Danny glances at them anxiously.

“Yea! Like that.”

The parents don’t ask him how he knows about Hogwarts even though this should be his first time hearing of it. Instead the woman turns to them in confusion.

“Then why did you ask for Danny? Did you mean our daughter?”

“Oh! Jazzy-pants is super smart, already reading college books I tell ya!”

They don’t notice Danny’s face crumble and his confidence wither right in front of them. Narcissa wanted to tear these people apart for being responsible for the bright light in his gorgeous crystal blue eyes dimming in self-doubt.

“Actually, it is different than you are thinking, we are wi-“

“Mom, Dad, did you tell them what you do?” Danny interrupts urgently.

“Young man-“ the Ministry official continues.

“That’s a great idea, Dann-o!”

Which leads to explaining they are witch hunters and they all just stand there processing what they were just told and figuring out how to go about this. And they look at Danny who gives them a ‘see?’ look that explains the interruptions. He was protecting them.

Oh he was definitely their son.

Danny eventually goes with them because duh and he finds out the name he was born with.

“Corvus? Like the constellation? The crow?”

Narcissa is so proud of her son, he already knows the stars and the story to his name.

There are some bumps in the road with Draco and him getting along, and yelling at Lucius for mistreating the elves because they have feelings too, and adjusting to wizarding life in general.

Danny (Corvus) mets Tucker, a squib who was kinda in the same boat as him with learning this whole world, and Sam, a pure blood witch who’s parents were both Hufflepuffs but her grandmother is a seer and she might have inherited that gift.

Danny on the other hand seems to have gotten a gift from his mother’s side as well. Necromancy. Thus starts their adventures of skirting around the professors to learn magic for each of them that are not encouraged. Danny with necromancy, Sam with her seer abilities, and Tucker finds an interest in runes and arithmacy.

Don’t know about an actual plot but I think the idea could have potential. It’d also be funny if all three of them get sorted together in either Slytherin or Hufflepuff. And Draco trying to be a good brother, has warned him about a bunch of things before going to Hogwarts, one of them being Harry Potter and the golden trio. The first time Danny and his friends meet the golden trio, Ron makes a comment about him whether it’s about him being another snake or another Malfoy. Danny just blinks and they just look at each other.

“My brother was right about you. You guys are bullies.” And walks passed them, Sam shoulder-checks him and Tucker gives them the stank eye.

“WHAT”

Draco just being fiercely protective of his little brother he thought was dead. Danny being the baby of the family and the parents actually trying to do better to make him happy.

I just really enjoy this for some reason.

#danny fenton #harry potter #draco malfoy #malfoyfamily #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #dp x hp #hogwarts #story ideas #writing prompt #crossover #story #thoughts

[reginaaxxwrites]

Surprises (Fred Weasley)

Hi guys, did you miss me? Anyway here's my new one-shot. Lovelots!

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Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

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Today's my birthday and nobody knows it. I never really liked the day I was born. Hell, I'd wish I wasn't born in the first place.

Mum died the day I was born and at the same time, dad left me after mum died. For me, my birthday was cursed. I loathe it. I was orphaned. My parents had no relatives which left me to be raised in the orphanage.

Everything changed when an old man with a weird long beard told me I was a witch. I didn't believe him at first, of course. I thought he must've hit himself. But he gave me a letter which led me here today at Hogwarts. 

Hogwarts was my home. I made friends but I'm still cautious around them. I hang out with them but sometimes I feel like I'm not part of them nor belong to any of them. They never understood me and often to be left out. But I didn't mind.

My peace was interrupted when a tall red-haired guy sat in front of me. He placed his forearms at the wooden table and grinned at me.

"Morning, love." He greeted. I rolled my eyes at him.

Fred Weasley. We didn't talk much until the fifth year when Professor McGonagall asked me to teach him and his twin, George Weasley for our O.W.Ls. It was a nightmare for me. I had to keep up with these troublemakers for a year just to help them revise all the lessons we took.

"I told you to stop calling me that." I should've gotten somewhere quiet.

"You know, I won't." He said whilst his brother sat beside me.

"Oh. Perhaps I should go and fetch Angelina. I don't want to interrupt anything." George winked at us before he went looking for his girlfriend.

Fred and I were left alone sitting at the Library. I don't know why he would always come here and wait for me to finish what I am reading. He could've gone somewhere. Like, pranking Snape or annoying the hell out of Filch. But instead, he's here with me.

I was busying myself reading a book when I could feel his eyes staring at me. I tried to ignore it but it bothered me so I looked back only to stare at his beautiful brown eyes. Wait, did I just—

My eyes widen but he just continued to stare at me. I heard him chuckled when I immediately broke our eyes away.

"Have you finished reading?" He asked me. I just nodded at him as I fixed the books that were placed at the table. Fred helped me to get the books back on their shelves.

"Thanks."

"No problem, love." He puts the last book at the top of the shelf which I couldn't reach. "Anything you want to do today?"

"No. You can go and look for Lee and George." I was about to go when he held my wrist and gently pinned me into one of the shelves.

Fortunately, the Library was less crowded today as the students prefer to enjoy their weekend at the Hogsmeade or in their common rooms.

His actions took me by surprise. His left hand was still on my wrist whilst his other hand was placed at the side of my head.

"Get the box inside my pocket using your right hand." He commanded. I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Sorry. What?" I heavily breathed. He could see that I was nervous. So, he softened his gaze and repeated his words for me.

"The box, Y/N. Inside my pocket." I nodded at him and moved my right hand. He didn't move away, still staying in his position. I took the box out of his pocket. It was a small blue box with a little ribbon on it.

He finally let go of my wrist but his other hand was still placed on the side of my head.

"What's this?" I asked as I examined the tiny box.

"Open it." And I did. The tiny box contained a beautiful hairpin. It was the most beautiful one as it changes colors from blue to violet.

"Happy Birthday, love." He greeted me and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

"How did you—"

"I asked the woman who raised you at the orphanage. Now, I know you'll be mad. But, I wanted to know everything about you. Well, I could've asked you myself. Then again, I know you wouldn't tell me because you're stubborn—" He didn't finish his words when I pulled him into a hug.

"Fred... Thank you." Happy tears fell into my cheeks. He slowly pulled away and wiped my tears for me. He took the hairpin out of the box and placed it at the side of my hair.

"I don't know why you hate your birthday when I am happy that your mother gave birth to you." He placed his both hands on the side of my cheeks and softly kissed my nose. "I'm going to make you love your birthday 'till we take our last breath. That is if you are willing to."

Fred Weasley. He's full of surprises. He really did pull two birds with one stone. First, he knew my birthday by giving me a beautiful present despite no one knowing it from the day I stepped into this school. And second, he confessed to me as if he's proposing to me already.

"I don't know what to say..." I whispered. His face was getting closer to mine. I placed my left hand at his hand where he continues to cup my face.

"Then don't say anything." He whispered back. His lips got closer to mine. One push and our lips can already fit together.

"Fred..."

"Godric, my name sounded good when you say it." Our lips finally crashed together. His hands left at my cheeks and made their way to my waist. My arms curled around his shoulders as I ran my fingers to his soft red hair. I felt him smile between our kisses when I did that.

We finally stopped kissing when I pulled away because I realized that we were still at the Library. We might get to detention if Madam Pinch caught us and with Umbridge as our acting Headmistress. Detention is more severe than before.

"As much as I love this. We must stop before anyone can catch us." I tried fixing my school robes. He grinned at me while fixing his hair.

A bright red immediately flushed into my cheeks when I remembered that I was the one who made his hair a mess. So, I tiptoed and helped him fix his hair. Only to have him steal a quick kiss from me.

"I love it when you run your little fingers into my hair." He chuckled as I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

"Calm down, Weasley."

*****

Whoa, that was...spicy. D'you, guys liked it? Now, I'm sorry if it takes too long to post another story. It's because I get writer's block and I'm busy because our school year is almost coming to an end. It's finally our vacation!

Also, I am thinking to create fanfiction about Snape's daughter and Harry Potter. I have it already in my drafts, waiting for it to publish. Let me know what you guys think.

Love, reginaaxxwrites 

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[hommoturttle]

a Fanfic I'll Never Write

(a/n: i don't intend to really finish this, nor do i know where i was going with it. haha)

pairing: TFWS! Bucky x Reader

warnings: sexual content, bdsm aspects, alcohol, mild misogyny (you really have to squint), story starts in a very random place so I'm sorry if at first it doesn't make sense. let me know if I miss anything else also, this has NOT been beta read, i own up to all mistakes and incorrect grammar

"no. no! anyone but her!" bucky yelled at sam and Zemo holding his hands up to further prove his protest.

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the bar they walked into was loud. the way it was designed was like someone hadn't grown out of their 12 year old emo phase. black walls, floors and tables. the bar counter was the focal point with thousands of light up skulls that changed color with the music that was playing. fake spiderwebs and Victorian portraits hung on the walls with pictures of someone called BeetleJuice. "he looks like you before coffee" Sam mocked Zemo pointing to those pictures.

the patrons of this bar were also dressed in all black, a few had neon colored hair that Bucky had to remind himself this wasn't the 40's anymore. people had the right to look however they wanted, even if he still found unnatural hair colors weird.

surrounded by a crowd at the bar was the woman they were looking for. but what they saw her doing nearly gave bucky a heart attack. the poor old man that he was.

Y/N Y/L/N was topless laying titts up on the counter while some punk was pouring hot candle wax on her. the crowd was hollering and whistling in excitement. "has she always had her nipples pierced?" Zemo asked noone in particular. Bucky was this close to crushing his windpipe for staring at his girl.

just because he left her so she could live a life without his baggage didn't mean he had stopped thinking of her as his girl.

Y/N arched her back and stuck her tongue out. a different man poured his drink down her throat and tried to touch her without his permission. Bucky saw red, but before he could go play hero Y/N had sat up and started twisting that guy's arm behind him.

"did i give you permission to touch me? last i checked pet, i hadn't. you gonna make it up to me? how bout an apology." Y/N bit his ear and shoved him to the ground.

the man instantly fell to his knees, placing his hands on his thighs with his head facing downward. "forgive me mistress, i need to be punished so badly! let me please you!"

Sam and Bucky looked at each other in confusion. Zemo though looked like he had gotten what he wanted on Christmas morning.

Y/N cocked her head to the side and lifted her foot so it rested on the man's crotch. he whimpered and had a blissed out look on his face. "kiss it."

the man instantly did as she said kissing her foot with the utmost reverence. Y/N held her head up while looking at the man in disgust. she pushed him off her and slapped him across the face. "you're pathetic. a real man wouldn't be a spineless twat like you are now. strip and meet me on the stage pet. i feel like teaching you a lesson."

the crowd around the pair cheered with more hollering and whistles.

"what kind of bar did you say this was?" Zemo asked Sam seeing as how he was the one to bring the trio there.

"i..i was told it was an alternative bar. you know, for goths or something." Sam was stuttering and blushing slightly. Bucky never took his eyes off Y/N. he knew her too well. he could see she was just putting on a show, but wasn't really getting any enjoyment from being this dominant. he knew what kind of submissive she usually was. he had spent hours learning.

was it weird that thought brought him some comfort?

"come on" he told his awkward group as he made his way to the bar. there was a woman behind the bar with only a little more clothing on than Y/N. she had curly brown hair and harsh blue eyes that showed how unkind life had been. "what can i get you?"

she sounded exhausted and more than ready to go home.

"how often does she do this?" Bucky asked the woman, not wanting to waste her time even more so.

the woman gave him a small once over with an eyebrow raised, but didn't say what she was thinking.

"she's one of our regulars. she does this when she's pissed of about something usually. the wax thing is new though. not complaining about it, it's just new." the woman shrugged her shoulders. Bucky nodded.

"so, can i get you anything to drink or are just going to be pervy?"

"i'll have a Vodka Tonic if you would be so kind." Zemo ordered his drink. "and your name so that i don't feel like i'm disrespecting you madam."

the woman chuckled “you wouldn't be the first man. my name is Sami. i'll get that drink going for you." she turned to sam, "anything sound good?"

Sam ordered a beer but wasn't paying much attention to her. he was focused on Bucky wondering what was going through his head. bucky didn't want to see Y/N or bring her onto this mission. last he heard, the pair had a falling out caused by Bucky, but here he was staring at her like all he wants to do is take her in his arms and never let go. Y/N still hadn't noticed the trio, too busy hitting a poor, near naked man with a ridding crop on a stage for the whole bar to see.  Sam just had to laugh at the scene.

just when he thought this was going to be a moment of calm in a world of crazy, Bucky started walking towards the stage and he didn't look happy.

"bucky! don't... you...don't!"

it was too late, the super soldier stood right in front of the dominatrix with a defiant look in his eye and his arms folding across his chest, metal arm shining in the lights. Sami the bartender thought he looked equal parts dangerous and sexy. Sam just thought he looked stupid.

Y/N though....

Y/N thought he looked beautiful. all rough, dark, and commanding. it didn't take away the hurt though and that pissed her off.

Y/N jumped of the stage to stand right in front of him, one had murder in their eyes, the other possession. "what the fuck are you doing here Barnes?" Y/N's voice sounded like pure venom.

Bucky gave a soft, sad smile. "it's good to see you too doll."

*****

after that awkward reunion, everyone sat down in a corner booth of the bar away from prying ears and leering eyes. Y/N still hadn't put a shirt back on. Bucky swore this woman was gonna be the death of him. "so let me get this straight, you break him out of a high security prison,"

Zemo had the nerve to smile.

"you thought you made the right choice in giving up the shield, so now it's in the hands of the human version of moldy blue cheese,"

Sam folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

"and you still can't look me in the eyes, but you want my help with 'terrorists gone wild'."

Bucky stared at the table even harder.

"we understand that we're asking a lot from you Y/N, but we could really use your help." Sam tried pleading with her, though he wasn't happy with what she said.

Y/N sighed and leaned back in her seat, rolled her head side to side to try cracking her neck. it didn't work unfortunately.

"I’m in. but lets get one thing straight,"

she turned to look at Bucky. "after this, don't ever think of pushing me away again to hurt yourself further." Bucky finally met her eye and saw her big (Y/E/C) eyes filled with anger, concern, and love. how a woman like her could ever love a broken shell like him, he'd never understand.

"I promise." those words were barely spoken over a whisper, but they were felt like bombs.

Sam, and even Zemo, felt like they the uninvited 3rd wheel intruding on a moment they weren't supposed to be.

"Sami! mind pouring me a drink to go?" Y/N called out.

Sami rolled her eyes but had a soft caring smile on her face as she grabbed the rum behind her. "you owe me!"

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[thewallerfiles]

Prisoner Name: Rebecca Harking

Name: Rebecca Harking

Aliases: Lucky

Age: 33

Date of Birth: April 7, 1990

Sex: F

Race: Caucasian

Height: 5’9

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Brown

Residence: Las Vegas, Nevada

Occupation: N/A (casino hopping before the time of arrest)

Special Abilities: Has the power of luck. Can also speak any situation into existence (considered highly dangerous. Approach with caution)

Notes: It should be noted that will try to use her powers whenever necessary. We have discovered that a simple counter to these powers is to have unlucky symbols on her suppression bracelet. The bracelet must be kept on at all times. 

June, 1997

“Derek’s home.”

Rebecca looked up from her reading homework. Sure enough she could see her stepdad walking up the walkway and heading to the front door of her house. “Does he look mad?”

Her brother Ryan shrugged. “He always looks mad. Ignore him if he says anything or you’ll just piss him off even more.”

Rebecca zips her mouth and throws away the imaginary key just as Derek walks in through the door. He scowls at them and tosses his jacket to the floor in the porch.

“Ugh. You’re still here?” He grumbles. He wanders into the kitchen and cracks himself a beer. “Where’s your mother?”

“We live here, stupid. And she’s at work. She took a double shift because you can’t stop spending her money that she pays the bills with.” Ryan shot his stepfather a look. “You’re still here?”

Derek took a long swig before chuckling. “You’re lucky your mom doesn’t let me smack you around. Otherwise I would. What are you looking at, goofy?”

Rebecca stiffens when Derek acknowledges her. “N-nothing. I’m just reading and doing my schoolwork.”

“Schoolwork is for sissies. People like you aren’t going to get anywhere in life working in offices or McDonald’s. Let me guess, you want to be an astronaut when you grow up?”

“You’re one to talk,” Ryan calls out from the living room. “You got a better job than mom and she still pays for everything around here. Lazy fuck-”

Rebecca covers her ears and shuts her eyes when Derek storms over and grabs her brother by the collar of his shirt. She expected to hear punches be landed but instead, opened her eyes to see them staring at each other with hatred in their eyes.

“Listen here, you little shit. Your mom and I had an agreement. She’d take care of you while I’d take care of myself-”

Ryan smacks his hand away. “Why are you even here then? Why are you even married to her if her money is all she’s good for?”

Derek backed away with a smile. “You’ll understand when you’re older, kid. A man owns a woman when they’re married. They’re your property to do as you please with them.”

Rebecca watches him go upstairs and soon hears a door close. “I hate him so much.”

Ryan sighed. “Ditto. I don’t know what mom sees in that guy. She should totally dump him.”

“I wish he was dead sometimes. Maybe he’ll fall down the stairs and break his neck one day then we’d never have to see him ever again-”

She was cut off by loud thuds coming down the stairs. For a brief moment she thought Derek had heard her and was coming down to teach her a lesson but to her surprise, that wasn’t the case. Derek did come downstairs….but just not in the way she was thinking. Both kids stared in shock as their stepfather tumbled and rolled down the stairs only to hit the bottom at a funny angle only for a sickening snap to reverberate through the small house. When Rebecca edged closer once he was still, she could see that his neck was bent in a position that it shouldn’t have been and a piece of bone was sticking out of his skin.

“Holy shit….” Ryan stumbled backwards onto the floor. “Becky, what happened?”

“I didn’t do anything! You saw me! I was here the whole time!” Rebecca cried. 

“Yeah but that was lucky. Him coming down the stairs exactly the way you hoped he would. Did you tie string at the top of the stairs again?” Ryan sighed when his sister quickly shook her head. “Are you sure? Because if mom comes home and sees him like this-”

“I swear I didn’t! I was downstairs the whole time you were home, Ry. You saw me.”

Ryan sighed and glanced at their dead stepfather at the bottom of the stairs. “Mom doesn’t need to know about this. Got it? We hide the body and if she asks where he is, we say he left-”

“But his truck’s in the driveway….”

“Shit,” Ryan looked out the window. “You’re right. Look….you keep doing your homework and act like nothing happened. I’ll take care of this mess before mom comes home at 9. Can you keep a secret?”

Rebecca nodded and watched as her brother began dragging Derek’s body away from the stairs and towards the back door. When both Ryan and the old fart were out of sight, she smiled and hummed happily as she finished her book report.

December 24, 2013

“Come on, dude! It’s Christmas! A little extra wouldn’t hurt for the holidays!”

Rebecca, 23, looked her boss in the eyes and pleaded for a small bonus. Money was scarce this year and the car dealership that she worked for didn’t see as much business as usual anymore. Everyone wanted newer, better models to ride around in. Even the ones looking for secondhand (the ones that her boss sold) weren’t worth the money that he was selling them for. She had bills to pay. Mouths to feed.

“Becky Doll, I told you at the beginning of the month. I ain’t got much money left in the business. I gotta pay you and the ones that work the lot. Utilities. Other things. I can’t afford to give you a Christmas bonus this year.”

Rebecca eyeballed the big black vault in his office when he wasn’t looking. “I understand. I thought I’d try anyway. My brother is sick again and his hospital bills are piling up. But I get it. Thank you anyway though. Merry Christmas.”

Walking herself out to the bus stop, Rebecca took a seat on the bench. She knew the money excuse was bullshit. She’d seen her boss laundering cash before and even saw how much money he had hidden away in his stupid vault. No one hated him as much as she did and she secretly hoped that karma would bite him on the ass one day.

The bus was late. Rebecca pulled out her phone to check the time right when someone ran by and slipped on ice, dropping a bag in front of her. Before she could say anything, they got up and continued to run away. The bag was staring her in the face and curiosity was getting the better of her. So she picked it up and peeked inside. She nearly died of a heart attack at the bus stop.

Piles and piles of cash. All hundreds from the look of it. Rebecca had to hold back a scream of surprise as she looked down at this gift that the universe gave to her. This looked like enough money to pay off her own bills as well as her brother’s. And they’d still be able to live comfortably for the next while.

“Hey! Hey you!”

Hearing a voice, she quickly zipped up the bag and hid it inside her winter coat. Thankfully it was big enough to make it look like that was part of the design just in time as a police officer approached her, breathing heavily and seemingly tired from running.

“Ma’am, did you see someone run by here carrying a bag of sorts? Black jacket, wool hat. They just stole money from Wheeler’s Wheels just up the road and we got called in to get a jump on the guy,” the officer inhaled a deep breath before continuing. “Yeah….yeah. I can’t keep up. But have you seen him run by?”

Rebecca shook her head. “No officer. I’ve been sitting here for ten minutes by myself waiting for the bus. It’s late tonight, probably due to it being Christmas Eve. But no one ran by. Was anyone hurt?”

The cop shook his head. “Thankfully, no. But if you see anything suspicious tonight, please don’t hesitate to call us. Theft on Christmas Eve is the lowest form of crime, in my opinion.”

“So you’re okay with murder….”

“Pardon? Did you say something ma’am?”

“No, officer. Just can’t believe someone would do something like this. So disgusting….”

The officer sighed. “Well. I’ll have to tell my partner that they got away with no witnesses. That should be nice to write up in the report….you have yourself a nice Christmas, ma’am. Be safe out there.”

The bus arrived shortly after the officer left, and Rebecca couldn’t wait to get back to Ryan and tell him what happened. When it arrived at her stop, she raced into the apartment building they lived in and rushed upstairs to their place. When she burst inside with a huge smirk on her face, her brother sat up on the couch, looking confused.

“Becks….what did you do this time?” He asked through a cough.

“I didn’t do anything this time. Well….that’s kind of a lie. I silently hoped my boss would get some long overdue karma and he got exactly that tonight.” She dumped the contents of the bag on the table between them. “There’s thousands here, Ry. I can pay your bills off completely.”

Ryan sighed. “Did you do the thing?”

“....what thing?”

“You know. That weird thing where you speak something into existence. You know. You’ve done it a thousand times before.”

Rebecca snorted. “I thought you’d be happy. I can get you your medicine with this and pay off the hospital. Maybe even treat us to a little something. But to answer your question, no. I didn’t do the thing. At least not out loud.”

Ryan shot her a look. “Not out loud? Since when could you do it silently? Is this new?”

“I don’t fucking know, Ryan. I don’t even know how it works. I don’t even know where I got this power from. I’m just lucky I suppose-” She paused for a moment. “Lucky. I’m Lucky.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Oh no. Please don’t tell me that you’re going to do this again, Becky. You’ll get caught eventually.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Rebecca pecked her brother on the cheek. “Now come on. Let’s get some of that expensive Chinese food that you love so much. My treat.”

August 12, 2020

The following is a transcript of an interview taken with two agents and the prisoner Rebecca Harking, aka Lucky. This is a part of the quarterly interviews that take place to recruit new candidates for Amanda Waller’s “Suicide Squad”. Please note that Harking’s suppression bracelet is activated for this interview as well as during her sentence at Belle Reve for the safety of herself and others. But mainly others.

Agent Shaw: Are we recording?

Agent Bellend: Yup. You can start

Agent Shaw: Alright. Hello, Rebecca. I’m Agent Shaw and this is my partner Agent Shaw. How are you doing today?

Rebecca: Spare me the bullshit, Shaw. This isn’t my first rodeo. Just do what you gotta do so I can go back to my cell

Agent Shaw: Wow, okay. Uh, so you know why you’re here today I’m presuming. To get screened for-

Rebecca: Yeah, yeah. I know. Screened for the stupid Suicide Squad. I know all about that merry band of assholes. Let me guess, the other crew are dead?

Agent Shaw: Some are, yes. But not all of them. Waller is looking for new recruits for a new mission in the future. For the time being, she wants to seek out potential candidates

Rebecca: Interesting. And she thinks my skill set has potential?

Agent Bellend: She doesn’t think. She knows

Rebecca: But do you know, Agents? Have you read my file before coming in today?

Agent Shaw; We did. It’s….impressive, to say the least

Agent Bellend: Can you really manipulate luck? Influence how things work out for you?

Agent Shaw: Bellend-

Agent Bellend: What? I’m curious. I could use a bit of luck in my life like that….

Rebecca: Would you like to find out, Bellend? Take this bracelet off me and find out

Agent Shaw: Nice try, Harking. You know that’s on you for a reason. Now back to our interview. You know you’re in here for a screening. If you were given the chance to join Waller’s team for some years to be taken off your sentence, would you do it?

Rebecca: For a shorter sentence? Maybe. Would I only just get thrown back in here if I commit the same crimes once I’m out anyway?

Agent Bellend: Uh….we’ll get back to you on that. But a shorter sentence is better than 50 years, isn’t it?

Rebecca: Hmm. As long as I don’t have to work with that weird shark guy. He gives me the creeps. All sharks do actually. Have you seen Jaws? I heard that they watched it over in the men’s cells and he laughed at it. Thought it was hilarious

Agent Bellend: Focus, Rebecca. Please. Next question. Have you ever used your abilities for your own personal gain?

Rebecca: [laughs] Would I be in here if I didn’t? Of course I did. I lived in fucking Vegas before I was caught and thrown in here. I’m no saint

Agent Shaw: Have you ever manipulated others?

Rebecca: Yes

Agent Shaw: Have you ever used your powers on your brother?

Rebecca: ….don’t bring him up

Agent Shaw: I don’t see why we can’t. It’s right there on your file. It says you killed him-

Rebecca: I SAID DON’T TALK ABOUT HIM!

Agent Bellend: Why did you do it though? 

Rebecca: It was….stupid. We had an argument and I let my emotions get the better of me. I told him to drop dead and he….he did. It was a mistake that I wish I could go back and change

Agent Shaw: You didn’t mean to kill him

Rebecca: Fuck no. I loved my brother. He protected me our whole lives. The least I could do to pay him back was use my powers to make our life easier. Jobs weren’t paying what I felt we deserved. So I took to the casinos where I knew I could use them to my full advantage

Agent Shaw: And was he okay with this?

Rebecca: Not at first, no. But I promised him it wouldn’t be a daily thing and he agreed to that. But I became addicted to winning and eventually people at the casinos caught on. Once I was banned, that’s when my brother got angry. Called me reckless. I told him that it was my powers that kept a roof over our heads. Put food on the table. He didn’t like that. So he began to yell at me some more and before I could control my words, I said the thing to him. Next thing I know, he’s on the floor. Dead

Agent Bellend: And then you got arrested?

Rebecca: I turned myself in, you mean. I might be a thief but I’m no monster. I know what I did was wrong and I couldn’t live with the guilt. If you accidentally killed your brother, you would’ve done the same thing

Agent Shaw: You turned yourself in instead of going on the run? You could’ve easily avoided authorities with what you’re capable of

Rebecca: Like I said. I’m no monster, Agent Shaw

Voice on overhead speaker: Don’t be fooled by her, Agents. She murdered her brother with a kitchen knife and ran with the money. Her powers don’t work when she’s asleep. That’s her only flaw

Rebecca: What the fuck, man?! They were totally falling for my story!

Agent Bellend: I almost felt bad for her too….

Agent Shaw: This wasn’t mentioned in her file, Waller

Voice on overhead speaker: Typos happen. I’ll be sure to add it to her file once this interview is over since I finally got her to admit to it

Rebecca: What? You tricked me!

Voice on overhead speaker: You’re the only one that can fool people, Harking. Now wrap this up gentlemen. I got everything I needed here today

Agent Shaw: Uh, sure. No problem. Wrap this up, Bellend. Did you get all that on the tape?

Agent Bellend: Yeah I got it. Didn’t realize this was a confession tape we were doing today

Agent Shaw: I’m sure that’s not the strangest thing we’ll record while we’re here. Agent Shaw and Bellend signing off. Session one ended

#the waller files #dc #writing #fiction

[mariaofdoranelle]

Empty Nested

Rowaelin Month day 9: Single Parent AU

Long story short, life happened and I won’t be able to keep up with my original plan of posting for every prompt. However, I managed to finish this WIP and here it is! It’s 11:48 pm where I live so I guess it still counts as day 9 lol I hope you like it!!

Warnings: language, NSFW

Word count: 3,1k

Edit: This fic ended up becoming a whole thing so here’s a masterlist

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To-do list

Read gardening book

Improve garden

Master’s degree pros and cons list

Find out which liquor bottles Maisie drank in secret and watered down

Enroll in Old Language classes

Rowan sighed. He was sat on his porch, trying to figure out what to do on the third weekend without Maisie driving him insane. His life’s purpose revolved around his only daughter for the last eighteen years, and now that he just dropped her off at college, he felt lonely. Mostly bored.

Coming home to an empty house felt hollow enough, the real tears about her moving only came when he arrived and saw her bike sitting on the porch. Three weeks later, he hadn’t moved it. Instead, he was gazing at it as he scrambled his mind for something to do.

Some movement on the street caught his attention, and Rowan noticed two men in an uniform carrying a massive piano inside Aelin Galathynius’s house. As tamed as he was, it was impossible not to notice how beautifully her golden hair shined below the midday sun, or how little that pale blue dress did to hide the curves underneath. Something like that would drive Rowan insane when she first moved into their street, but now he was a lot more used to his drop dead gorgeous neighbor. When Rowan realized what he was doing, he focused his gaze on her garden’s Kingsflower and swallowed. That woman raised Maisie’s best friend. She deserved more than a creepy old neighbor.

“Need any help?” Rowan asked as he got closer to the home.

Aelin turned around and smiled brightly at him. “Not really, but come on in!” And gestured for him to come inside. Good. If she gave Rowan a task to do, it meant he had one less thing to add to his to-do list.

He and Aelin were in that weird parent limbo where they’re not exactly friends, but they’ve been chatting here and there for years because their kids are close.

“How’s Finn?” he asked after the piano matter was settled, while she made coffee for them.

She sighed affectionately. “He’s in love with college and everything is amazing, you know how the freshman year goes. It’s so cute. And he’s there with his girlfriend, so he’s loving it.”

“Yeah, same for Maisie.” He chuckled. “Except for the relationship part. She’s merciless with her girls.”

“And you have no idea where she got that from?” Aelin teased.

His eyes went wide. “I really don’t. I spent years telling her to avoid the ladies’ man type, but apparently she misunderstood the lessons and ended up becoming one.”

Aelin cackled, but sighed again after. “God, I really miss those troublemakers.”

He sent her a watery smile. “Me too. I’ve been trying to get busy, but apparently that’s not a problem for you?”

“I used to play it everyday before Finn was born.”

Rowan looked between Aelin and her new piano, astounded. “You knew how to play that beast at sixteen?”

Grinning, she nodded. “I even used to teach it for extra money before having a full-time job.”

He just blinked, amazed. “Sometimes I forget not every teenager is a dipshit. I have absolutely no useful hobbies to revive.” In fact, Maisie was who made him learn real responsibility. Caring for a newborn in college without the mother was no joke.

“I’m sure this isn’t the case.”

With a raised eyebrow, he challenged, “Unless you call partying a hobby.”

Aelin went still, her eyes wide. “I have a boat party later today, you should come!”

“What?” he screeched.

“Come on!”

Rowan blinked, thinking hard on it. “I’m not sure.” He never left the house on the weekends because, as independent as Maisie tried to be, she always got in trouble at parties, so Rowan liked to be available for her.

“It’s my friend’s birthday, it’ll be fun.”

Well, as alarming as the thought was, Rowan couldn’t be physically there for his little girl. And he didn’t need to think about the to-do list if he wasn’t at home. Reluctantly, he finally answered, “Okay. You sure your friend won’t mind?”

Aelin grinned wickedly. “When you meet Fenrys, you’ll be sure of it.”

~~

Rowan endured two chapters of his new gardening book before readying himself early for the party. When it was finally time, to reach Aelin, he crossed the street to find his neighbor wearing gentle waves on her hair and a pleased grin.

She was wearing a golden, metallic dress that was... flattering. Maybe way too flattering. It had a V-neckline that made Rowan’s eyes go too south before he snapped it back up, flushing, to meet Aelin’s smirking face.

Rowan’s mouth opened and closed while he scrambled his mind for something respectful to say that would do her justice, but his flustered face seemed to be response enough by her ever-growing grin.

“We should catch an uber. I’m making us drink tonight,” she said, putting him out of his misery.

Rowan cleared his throat and nodded. “Let me.” He gave his phone to Aelin so she could type which part of the Florine River they were supposed to be at, and the ride ended up being pretty uneventful.

When Aelin invited him, Rowan was expecting a small get together at the marina. However, he found himself inside a tri-deck yatch with a DJ and a infinity pool.

Fenrys, just like Aelin predicted, didn’t mind his unadvised presence in the slightest. There was absolutely no way a singular, regular person knew all this people, but Aelin didn’t seem surprised by how packed the place was. She just greeted everyone she knew and introduced Rowan as they beelined to the nearest bar. In the meanwhile, he tried not to notice the amused glances Aelin’s friends darted between the two of them.

The bar was a little crowded, but Rowan managed to get some whiskey while she intently watched the preparation of her dessert cocktail.

“We should hit the dancefloor.”

Rowan’s body froze. “I can’t dance.”

Grinning, she answered, “Good. I can’t either.”

For the first time in years, Rowan was led to a small crowd under strobe lights. Aelin looked like a living flame with that dress, but she didn’t seem to realize it, carelessly dancing whichever pop music was playing. He tried not to embarrass himself by doing some sort of manly dance, but she wouldn’t have it.

His heartbeat picked up when Aelin put two hands on his chest and leaned closer to his face, but she just neared his ear and said, “Come on! You can do better than a straight guy dance.”

Rowan laughed brightly at this, little did she know he was just trying to not embarrass himself. He took Aelin’s arm and twirled her just before allowing his limbs to do their own thing, accompanying his dance partner’s uncoordinated moves, just letting loose on the dancefloor. And it felt good. Freeing. Their dancing must’ve looked borderline quirky from anyone looking from the outside, but he felt lighter than ever.

Feeling a little bold, he placed both hands on her hips, still swaying together. After a few minutes, she led him to the bar again, holding hands.

After sipping on the same drinks again, he mentioned to ask Aelin what she wanted to do, but her eyes were already on him. She led him out of the crowded part, and then trapped Rowan against the glass wall with her two hands. The only signs of her desire were her quick breaths and hypnotizing parted lips, so Rowan put his years-long self-control aside and placed a unsteady hand on Aelin’s nape, his thumb running her neck up and down.

He didn’t know who initiated it, but what started tentative soon became an open-mouthed, fervent kiss. Every inch of Aelin’s front was pressed against his, and she didn’t seem to mind Rowan’s greedy hands on her sides by the way she yanked his hair, leading his mouth to her neck.

Swapping places, he pressed Aelin against the wall. “Tell me you didn’t put that golden dress on purpose,” Rowan hissed on her ear, in charge of her body.

“I can’t,” she smirked.

Rowan kissed her again. Picking Aelin up, he sneaked his hands a bit under her dress, hoping his eager grip wouldn’t bruise her. In response, she pressed herself against him, her ridden-up dress allowing the friction between his bulge and her underwear’s the flimsy fabric. She was going to be the death of him.

“You’re such a cocktease.” Rowan didn’t mean to say this out loud, but he was too immersed in her to chastise himself. However, Aelin’s whole body shivered, and she arched her hips against this. Just as greedy, he decided to continue, “And you love it, don’t you? I bet you’re loving to make my blood boil right now.” She moaned, and Rowan moved one hand that was already under her dress to run his thumb against her wet underwear. He could feel Aelin’s knees buckling on his side, but he stilled. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman, and at least a decade since doing it at a part. And it wasn’t just a woman, it was Aelin. Perhaps he was going too fast and—

“Please,” Aelin’s soft whimper snapped him out of his thoughts.

Well, it was hard to deny her anything with those bewitching little whimpers and flushed cheeks. Their position made it hard for anyone to notice Rowan’s hand under her dress, so he sneaked his thumb under the lacy fabric and started massaging Aelin’s clit. She cried out when he first applied pressure, but Rowan started kissing her to swallow her moans, and they soon settled into a rhythm.

For all the restrained movements he had by using one arm to carry Aelin and the other hand pleasure her, she made up by touching him everywhere. Rowan felt sly hands running across his chest, back, redirecting his face from Aelin’s mouth to her neck, making his desire grow each touch.

She gripped his shirt with impressive strength when her body went still around him, then she relaxed completely on his arms. Rowan pressed their foreheads together, both of them panting when he felt a bit smug by noticing her trademark lavender smell was now mixed with sweat.

“You alright?” he asked.

His answer was a lazy, blissful smile. “Perfect. We might need a napkin to your face, though.” Rowan leaned a little to the side to see his reflection on the glass wall and, yes, his face was smudged with Aelin’s lipstick. A lot.

After getting down from his embrace and making sure her legs were firm enough to walk in high heels again, they decided to look for anything able to clean his face—napkin, tissue, toilet paper—they couldn’t afford to be picky.

The birthday boy, was Henrys his name? was filming the whole party, and soon the blinding flashlight from his phone landed on them.

“Say cheese!” he screamed, way too cheerful to be sober.

A dark-haired version of Henrys yanked him away. “I’m cutting off your booze.” Then he turned his head towards everyone in the room and quickly yelled, “Sorry!”

Aelin chuckled, and they soon found an empty bathroom with tissues. She mentioned for him to seat on top of the toilet’s closed lid while grabbing what she needed, but then stopped.

“You know?” she started with a sultry voice, “I kinda like that look on you. And I like that I was the one to kiss you all over.”

“You like your men looking like the Joker?” Rowan teased.

She giggled, losing the seductress act for a minute. Aelin sat on his lap, rubbing a wet tissue against his neck. He instantly held her hips and pulled her closer, baring her thighs on the way. Aelin took it as a cue and started rubbing herself against his bulge, and in this position Rowan was free to cup her breasts. One hand was gripping her hair, helping him lead the kiss, and the other holding Aelin’s breast as his thumb flicked a nipple through the dress. They were in a frenzy, giving and taking pleasure however they could, when Rowan heard a hissing sound. Aelin unzipping her dress.

Deciding to gently stop her, he managed to cup her hand somewhere between her hand and her hips.

Breaking the kiss, Aelin leaned away from him a little. “Did I do something wrong?”

Why in hell would she think that? Putting a strand of golden hair behind her ear, he whispered, “Of course not.”

She arched an eyebrow. “So...”

Even if he was turned on like he haven’t been in years, it didn’t feel right. 18-year-old Rowan wouldn’t think twice before fucking a long-time crush in a party bathroom. 38-year-old Rowan? Not so much. Not only because he wanted to do right by Aelin, but also because adulthood back pains were no joke. Even with daily exercises, the only counter he allowed himself to bend over was his own, to cook dinner.

“I have better plans,” he said in a playful voice, trying to not upset her.

Aelin crossed her arms. “I highly doubt that.”

“We go back to the party and finish the night with our clothes on—“

“How is that better?”

He chuckled and kissed her adorable pout. “Then I’ll show up in your porch tomorrow and ask you on a date, and I’m pretty sure you’ll say yes because I’ll bribe you with chocolate. After I buy you dinner, if you feel like it, I’ll take you somewhere and ravish you whole until the morning because we have no kids to gross out with our love lives”

Aelin wrapped both arms around Rowan’s neck, sending him a sly smile. “I really like your plans…” He raised an eyebrow, knowing she wasn’t finished. “But the ravishing me whole part only appears once, and at the end.”

Grinning at her, he teased, “So you want the old man, but not the old-fashioned manners?”

That was enough to make her crack up. “You’re four years older! There’s barely an age gap.”

“Aelin, you have a TikTok account.”

“And?” she cried out.

“You’re young.”

She cackled and got herself up, pulling him too. “Come on, old man, I’m hungry.”

There wasn’t a proper table, but they managed to find a seat near the catering and snatch some food. Aelin was sat on his lap, eagerly eating some pan-fried trout he convinced her to try after a lot of pouting and grimacing. Before she could force him to eat chocolate, Rowan’s phone pinged once. And again. When he saw it was Maisie, he unlocked the phone and briefly apologized to Aelin—who didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, too focused on her fish.

Mais: DAD

His daughter sent him a picture of him walking side by side with Aelin, one hand on her waist. It was a little blurred, probably a screenshot from a video, but it was clear Rowan’s face and neck had some smudged lipstick on, his eyes were sparkling, and he just now noticed that he hadn’t felt lighthearted like this in a long while. Still, his kid’s reaction made him a bit uneasy. He had always put Maisie before any romantic interest without a second thought, and he didn’t want to change it just because she wasn’t at home.

Rowan: How in hell did you get this

Mais: Finn saw on Instagram and sent to me

Mais: We made sibling vows by text and everything

He zoomed in on the top of the picture, and it seemed like some fmoonbeam person has posted it.

Rowan: Do you think it’s weird?

Mais: NO!!

Mais: I mean I’m completely horrified

Mais: But in a good way

Mais: I’m happily retreating from the competition

Rowan: ??

Mais: Dad she’s a MILF

That was more than enough to make him flush. Aelin looked confused, and when he showed her the text thread, she cackled.

“Sounds like we have our kid’s permission,” she pointed out.

He beamed at that. For eighteen years, Rowan struggled with finding someone who he liked and Maisie might like, besides living the anxiety of trying to not catch feelings before he had it figured out. And long after Rowan gave up on dating, his neighbor swept him off his feet and checked all boxes in one night. And he was so relaxed tonight he didn’t even overanalyze every sentence she said to figure out if she’d be a good stepmom.

Rowan texted a quick Night, Mais. Behave. and turned his attention back to Aelin. Her smile was intoxicating, he noted as he grinned back, and it made him want to get closer and live immersed in it for days on end.

But then she straightened her posture and looked him in the face. “So...”

“So?”

“I just want you to clarify something for me, so I can know what to expect.” Aelin started fiddling with her fingers. “We’ve known each other for years, and this happened just now...” Rowan tilted his head, not getting where she was going, and she ran a frustrated hand through her head. “I just want to know if this is a thing thing or if we’re just getting together because we’re empty nested and bored.

Giving her a loose hug around the waist, he smiled and said, “No, definitely a thing thing to me.”

Sighing in relief, all of her features relaxed as she explained herself. “Good. I was just asking because,” Aelin bit her lip. “Finn’s a shy kid, so going for his best friend’s dad was a risky move, but I definitely… noticed you.”

Grinning like Hellas, Rowan scooted her closer and whispered on her ear, “Oh, I’ve noticed you too.”

“Yeah?” she breathed.

“Sure. You think I’ve never noticed your tiny little weekend sundresses, Aelin?” he said while brushing his thumb against her bottom lip. “You don’t think I notice the tight pencil skirts you go to work with?”

“So you’ve noticed me too?” she asked.

“Very much.”

“Wanna notice me in the bathroom again?”

Rowan cackled, breaking the spell. “I told you I’d notice you after asking you out and buying dinner, I never said we can’t do it all in one day.”

Humming, she bit her lip to stifle a smile. “Tomorrow?”

“If you accept my official wooing then, Milady.”

Aelin rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, but the grin she wore was fooling no one. She got up and pulled Rowan by the arm, and he didn’t fight it when she led him to the dancefloor again.

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Omg how slow of me, but I would love it if it would be from CK Terry, idk there's something ab him with his slick back ponytail and his silver hair☺️, he's just so handsome he's a silver fox foresure, thanks ❤️

I’m 100% with you about CK Terry – I find his quiet, controlled plotting a lot more attractive than his… y’know, screaming maniacally at Kreese over the phone in KK3 (though I also appreciate him in the bath!).

Here you are, anon, I hope you enjoy! This is just part 1!

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Lesson Learned - Part 1

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Just breathe. Stay focused.

This was the mantra you were repeating constantly to yourself as you paced across the street from the Cobra Kai dojo, five minutes before the evening adult karate class was scheduled to begin. You had been taking classes twice a week for six months now from Sensei Kim Da-Eun, and had been a fast learner, quickly rising to the top of the class in the first few months. But last month, Kim had been joined in leading your classes by another sensei, the owner of the dojo. Having just dominated the All Valley tournament, Sensei Terry Silver had decided to hand off the mentoring of the teenagers to the other senseis over the summer to see how Kim had been training the adult students.

The first time he watched you spar with another student, you’d gotten distracted by his piercing blue eyes and tripped over your own feet.

The third time he showed up to lead the class, you were unable to mimic the move he was trying to teach you, as you couldn’t stop daydreaming about what his strong body could do with you.

And finally, last week as you were drinking from the water fountain, he had surprised you, causing you to gasp and sputter as you coughed up water. He hadn’t even done it on purpose, you were sure, but suddenly hearing his low voice – “Good evening, Y/N.” – had sent a shiver down your spine.

In short, you had embarrassed yourself in front of Terry at every opportunity, and were determined to prove yourself in front of him today. You were a damn good fighter, and, more importantly, a grown woman who did not act like a blushing schoolgirl from being in the presence of an attractive man.

Taking a deep breath to steel yourself, you crossed the street and entered the dojo with confidence.

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Terry chuckled to himself in his office, having watched you across the street through the dojo’s security cameras. After ten minutes of pacing and muttering to yourself, you had strutted across the street and thrown open the door to Cobra Kai. Not a bad show of bravado, Terry mused, but you’d be more convincing if he couldn’t see the bright blush on your cheeks from across the street.

He was an incredibly confident man – cocky, in fact – but he knew it wasn’t his ego twisting his perception. Anyone that saw you around him would be able to see your infatuation with him, and while he had been with many gorgeous, successful women in the past, something about the way you tried to resist the pull you felt towards him was so damn charming that he found himself entranced by you.

He had first seen you on the security cameras while working in his office one night. You were a quick study, and he was impressed by your rapid progress, but had been focused on running Danny-Boy’s dojo into the ground and couldn’t investigate you further. Now that that had been dealt with – he smirked at the memory – he found he had time to take a special interest in the adult karate class.

You were even more stunning up close than you were through the security camera feed on his laptop, and he found that he couldn’t take his eyes off of you that first day. He maintained his composure and bit back a smirk as you tripped over yourself during that first spar before him, enjoying the ego-stroking as his presence had managed to distract you so thoroughly.

Over the next month, he had had the time of his life toying with you, keeping up the façade of the firm but caring sensei and going out of his way to seeing how he could distract you. He took great pleasure in watching your face – eyes darkened, lips slightly parted, and that blush – as he demonstrated moves in front of the class. The last straw for him had been last week, when he’d spotted you bent over the water fountain, giving him a perfect view of your ass and the curve of your spine, and he’d almost snapped and taken you right there. Instead, he had smirked, silently approaching you and saying hello to you in his huskiest voice, practically purring your name. He was rewarded with a gasp and saw your whole body shiver, and the memory had been making nightly appearances in his fantasies ever since. He hadn’t even touched you yet, but after a month of teasing had decided to put an end to that.

Watching you now, he knew you were more determined than ever to hide your little crush, which served to only strengthen his resolve. He did so love a challenge; it made the victory so much sweeter.

Part 2 here! Part 3 here!

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Doctor's Medicine || Chapter 9

Hannibal Lecter x Original Character

Word Count: ~3.1k

CW/TW: NSFW 18+, graphic, disturbing content, dissociation, canon-typical violence.

[Chapter 1][Chapter 2][Chapter 3][Chapter 4][Chapter 5][Chapter 6][Chapter 7][Chapter 8]

[ao3 version here]

When I was young, my mother was hungry and sick. Sick and hungry. Hungry and sick. It never got better, only worse. Worse, and worse, and worse.

   “Emma!” she called out to me one day with a reckoning stuck in her throat. I knew then I had done something wrong. Waiting, she stood in the dining room, her once golden hair and clothes a mess – those days she barely bothered. A tiny shoebox sat in front of her atop the table, the top discarded. My feet refused to move closer while a sour smell cut the air, like a mellow death waiting by the corner, ready for the finishing blow. She reached and pulled out the twitching, spasming, struggling creature out, forcing me to look, look at what I’d done.

   Mother had found her , our mockingbird. She had fallen ill a few days prior, attacked in the process before I discovered her and since then, I hid her away, so they couldn’t take her away from me and leave her to the horrid fate of death where I’d lose her. Selfish and afraid, I wouldn’t let them. But that didn’t matter anymore. My mother tut-tutted, displeased. “I thought I raised you better.” I went to speak, but she raised a hand; it wasn’t my turn. “Seems as if I will simply have to teach you another lesson,” she said as her grip tightened around the poor thing's neck that was no smaller than her wrist. Whatever strength it had, it tried to flap, it tried to cry only for it to be of no use, and I stood, and I watched how her beautiful grey feathers shone slick with sick and blood under the sunlight next to the diluted gold my mother wore when both hands wrenched, hard. 

   SNAP .

   Stillness fell.

   Young as I was, I took it all in as the large painting behind my mother framed her in a new light. She stood in a perfect mimicry of the red robed woman, a bird instead of a heart and dagger, and what was horrid made all the more sense when she spoke, “we must end our loved one’s suffering. Mercy is the greatest act of devotion we can bestow.” And her red hand stained my shoulder as all I could do was stare. Stare because the horror was beautiful; death and mercy was beautiful.

   They told me her illness was hereditary. A big word for a little child, but I understood well enough from their wide stares. They were worried it passed onto me. The way I made the bird suffer, the way she killed it without hesitation. In a way, I guess it did. Being sick made my mother ravenous, and she made me starving, the thing left seeping between cracks. An ache that sat in my stomach, begging to be sated; for love; for mercy .

   … Love.

   Mercy.

   Love.

   Mercy.

   Mercy.

   Mercy.

   Mercy—

———

“—Emma?” the gruff awkwardness of Will’s voice broke through the painful silence where everything felt… cold and loud and bright. Flashing red and blue lights struck her face instead of the sunlight cradling her in their rays. Gone was the day from years prior, now there was the present night people called reality, and she sat outside, damp steps beneath heeled feet not the marble flooring of indoors. She had done it again.

   “I’m alright,” managed Emma, but if she focused, she could feel the lapping mists curling around her form as they laid in wait after their forced departure left her sweating. The lie was so visible, yet it did not stop him from taking the spot next to her. If he was scared, then it didn’t show, and she wished she knew why.

   “That painting, you stared at it for a while like it was a piece of the night sky or stained glass when we found the two of you before Hannibal guided you away at Jack’s behest,” he said as if it was his condolences or an offering for the gap widening in her sense of time because if there was anyone who could understand, it was him. Perhaps her lapses were more noticeable than she originally believed.

   She released a deep breath, hand pushing red hair strands back before holding her head and the sickening realisation came to the surface. Alex’s body and Emma’s thoughts. A sacrifice and a realisation. Unlike Alex’s tacked on skin, Emma’s mind threatened to burst at the seams in a way that made the smallest sliver of normal bring up bile in her throat. Whatever she thought, whatever happened, it did not change the undeniable fact that her only friend in this life was well and truly dead, not missing. That hope was gone forever.

   Will remained static in his spot, staying when he didn’t need to for no reason she could fathom except guilt, just as he did back at Alex’s home. A guilt that bound him to her. A guilt he could barely bear. But, the idle waiting, he still had no idea what to say or what was ‘the right’ thing to say, and she didn’t want to go back into the silence. Someone had to talk about something, so Emma picked the first and last thing that had come to her. “Mercy,” she mumbled. “She was suffering, and he put her out of it.”

   “Mercy?” he asked with the look of a man who wanted to argue, jaw tightened, but thought the better of it, biting back his tongue.

   “At least, that’s what I saw. I only hope he made it quick and painless.” She, too, bit her tongue so the other weird and insane thoughts did not slip out. Did he hold her gently, whispering in her ear when he made the first cut, or did he blind her before swiftly stabbing the heart in one clean move, leaving her unaware of the death rattle that ravaged her body? Was it a kind beauty or cruel like her favourite mockingbird?

   “Well, it wasn’t his intention.” The noise of the world silenced itself to a ringing tone. “He wanted to ensure her suffering. To him, she was a betrayer – your betrayer – and the act she committed needed to be punished in a way fitting her crime. A public humiliation wrapped inside an apology.”

   Emma peeked her head out from the depths of her drowning, swirling mind. “Art is subjective, it has many perspectives depending on who is looking at it. My mother taught me that, then Alex reminded me during our falling out. Some see the woman stabbing the heart and only that. They think she’s a traitor to her love. Then there’s others who notice the beast’s heart is cursed and interpret her act as mercy. Growing up, I just thought it was beautiful.”

   Taking in her response, Will fell insufferably silent, thumbs fidgeting; analysing, contemplating. Something else laid underneath his surface.

   He had seen more than he let on. “What did you see, Will?” Emma enquired as she turned towards him with a need to know, a right to know. But why not tell her? Perhaps he did it to save her or because she was beyond saving and the whole truth could ruin her like it always did to people like them.

   She followed his gaze towards the pairing of unlikely people, Hannibal and Marcus, observing the two’s discussion near police tape. “Admiration. The art of a master seeking admiration from his god,” answered Will as the words rattled behind the white prison bars that were his teeth, unsettled; a trace of the Ghost Writer, she presumed.

   Watching the psychiatrist and literary agent, Emma couldn’t help thinking about sacrifices with what Will saw sinking in like she could predict what each would say to the situation. God can be a fickle being, requiring certain conditions to be met before one may turn his eye. When the Ancient Greeks wanted the favour of the gods, they were expected to present a sacrifice, the slaughtering of a lamb, perhaps. But there must be blood, for God is bloodthirsty , would be Hannibal Lecter’s response. Humans are God’s mirror. They sacrifice what they might be to become worthy of his image, as you and I both must do , would be Marcus’ response. Different, but yet the point is the same. Sacrifices were how the devout got a god’s attention, akin to a beggar begging passersby for something small that could change their lives, and this serial killer wanted just that.

   He was a worshipper creating art, and he had proved he’d do anything for that small glance. But if what worshippers make represent their gods, then was this what she really was? All the bloodshed and gore, the brutality and murder, the horror and cruelty? “Are we the monsters?” Emma asked her sheepish, brown-haired reflection, Will, who must have seen who she hid inside her mind because monsters do not know they are monsters until someone tells them, destroying the cage.

   Apprehension seized Will the second he looked at her, each blink rapid. “I… don’t know.” Another omittance. There they sat like ravens atop the boney white ribcage of a carcass, consuming in small bites, the dead filling their stomachs while everyone else watched and manoeuvred around or shooed them aside when their pecks finished cleaning the body clean. He didn’t want to admit it and neither did she. It was easier to pretend; to live in the fantasy of a normal world – hers was falling apart though. The smell of stale death too hard to ignore, and the dream of being beside Alex long lost.

   She was gone. Gone because of a betrayal.

   Gone for the wrong reason.

   Suddenly, what had been beautiful became twisted and wrong. The bile in the back of her throat burned. Filled with a new anger inside clenched fists, Emma rose. “If it was betrayal. If it was done out of malice. Then, ending her suffering wasn’t for him to bestow. He didn’t love her,” came her revelation. It should have been me , was the truth she wanted to admit that seeped in the back of her mind because if it had come down to it, it should have been her mercy; her love.

   A surge of heat ran a course through her body, skin tingling as her face reddened, breath quickening and her hands pulled the warmth that straddled her shoulders closer, keeping herself from shivering against the pricking cold. Full of newfound hate, she didn’t realise it until then, when she bunched woollen cloth in her palms, that this warmth protecting her was a men’s coat, like the one Hannibal had previously given to shelter her from the world all those nights prior. He must have done it again upon noticing her dissociative state. How thoughtful. Emma sighed, loosening her grip, attempting to ground herself as he might have reminded her. Normal. Normal, normal. Be normal��. She doesn’t face Will anymore, she cannot bear to see how he saw her get too emotional and almost slip again.

   Except, wafting up her nose came a sharp musk, intrusive and singeing. Remnants of an aftershave buried into the fibres of the coat. It wasn’t Hannibal’s. No. There was no mistaking Marcus’ cheap, irritating fragrance, the kind one would get from a department store during a sale when they’re trying to convince everyone near them that they now had money (which wasn’t technically incorrect, only it wasn’t his to spend). His was the kind that lingered like mildew, while Hannibal’s was sophisticated, refined; a cedar fragrance that likely came hand-picked from a lavish store with gold signage in the heart of Florence, and looking at the pair, Marcus was the only one without a coat to hide his true messed-up self. The black coat that enveloped her body snuggly was truly his. Her heart filled with rocks. Of course it wasn’t Hannibal’s, however, for the briefest moment some part of her had hoped it was his instead. It would have been more comforting. But that was a delusional thought.

   “Are… Are you okay?” consulted Will, brokering the silence.

   “That’s a loaded question. Are you okay?”

   He avoided her burning gaze, wordless. There was her answer. 

   No , they were not okay.

   But neither sought to leave, not yet. Emma wanted nothing more than to work away the night, and she suspected Agent Crawford wasn’t going to let Will go home for some time until they made a breakthrough in the case. A punishment for not being insane enough to catch a murderer whose numbers are piling up. “So, which book is it this time?” He brought himself to question aloud. A question she had left ignored, forgotten, overlooked.

   “Have you read this one yet?” said Price in passing, moving past.

   Thomas Fowl trailed behind. “This one? I haven’t read it, haven’t heard of it, in fact.”

   Because it didn’t exist.

   Because she stopped writing it.

   “Hey, guys! You’re going to want to see this,” shouted Beverly from inside the abandoned gala. The boys hurried and Emma, desperate for a peek, ran after and there, with art removed from its frame, flesh unbound, crouched Beverly holding bundles of paper, a manuscript with La Belle Mort ’s finale title clear as day, clearer than Alex’s beady gaze on her. Confirmation sent Emma reeling. The red ink, notes in the margin. “Alex’s original copy. I thought…” muttered her quietly. I thought she threw it out . She should have. She had convinced Emma to stop writing it in the first place, and now here she was, depicted in the same manner as her firstborn’s murder. Then again, it had been some of her best work yet.

   Emma covered her mouth, collapsing onto her knees. She felt herself unravelling, bursting at the seams of what she created, her facade(?). If the monster inside her was a separate beast from her, she could no longer tell. Maybe it didn't matter. But it did. A monster is a monster, they hurt people and enjoy it. If people knew then they'd rid themselves of her filth. No . She wasn't like that. She couldn’t. No. No. No. No. No .

   No .

   She just wanted to live a normal life where someone didn’t look at her weirdly and the world never bothered her. Why was that so hard? Maybe if she closed her eyes real tight and took a deep breath—

Running footsteps. A name called. “Emma!”. “Claire!”.

   Claire.

   Claire. Emma stood, turning to the police tape at her back as reality melded with distant memory, parquet flooring being replaced by marble and pillars, and there was Alex, hair and clothes half-done, blood painting her cheeks, cavity in chest where white bone opened up to an empty bleeding burgundy spot and crying out for her first born while pushing past the line that stopped the public. She knows this isn’t real. This isn’t what happened, but this is all that is left of her friend in every memory. Her dead body scratching over every version like taking a needle to proofed polaroids, like how people do to those who’ve hurt them. It not being real doesn’t stop Emma from following the memory’s course when a loud sob cut through forensic camera flashes and note-taking as Alex crumbled herself up, unable to look away from the murder hung on the wall and disguised as art. Next, Emma tugged and pulled and twisted her around, switching their positions, so she was the one looking, not her. She shouldn’t have to see her dead flesh and blood. She shouldn’t have to see her own dead body. The ruby gem the living called a heart thrummed on the canvas with a living pulse against the dagger pressed to its tissue folds. Face stretched in all directions and eyes bulging.

   “Don’t look, don’t. Just breathe . Deep breaths ,” she reassured.

   Beady black pupils stared her down. They twitched. This isn’t real. This isn’t real. Lips of plump red moved on their own accord, compelling her to stay, to look even when it tore her apart to do so. “This is all your fault.” She heard. “I shouldn’t have come back.” A wetness formed against her shoulder as Emma’s own tears fell with each second she stared at the piece of art . Alex sobbed relentlessly, her husband on the other side of the tape, their daughter kept out of reach. It was just them, Emma and Alex. For an eternity it was just them.

   Nothing else. The scene changed to reflect that cold darkness.

   “Why that case?” was whispered into her ear, moving in sync with the painting and louder than any echo inside their world that collapsed into an abyss. A shiver took over her body as it became rigid and frozen solid. “How could you?” said Alex’s disembodied voice on repeat over and over like the ringing of a phone.

   Ring. Ring. Ring. An endless ringing crawled and rattled her brain. 

   Ring. She knew this wasn’t real. Ring. It couldn’t. Ring. It wasn’t. Ring. It wasn’t. Ring. It wasn’t? Ring. She couldn’t tell; she couldn’t stop hearing it, that noise, that phone. Then. Ring. Emma thrashed. Ring. and tore. Ring. Blood stuck under her nails. Ring. She wanted it to stop. Ring. for Alex to stop. Ring. So she could end her pain. Ring. Anything for her friend betrayer. Ring. Tears and sweat mixed with the gathering blood. Arms grabbed onto hers. Rin—

Red. A distant light refracted the faintest of red in pinpoints from inside the brown irises that pierced right through her soul as Emma blinked. The gloominess of the room sunk in while the fluorescent hallway lights flickered out the corner of her eye. Gone was the abyss, here was what should have been the harsh reality that another gap in time had formed but, cedar hung in the air with a shaven face before hers. “Dr. Lecter?” said Emma, pushing the words from a searing throat, and reality no longer felt all too bad because she knew she was safe .

   Although, for a moment she could have sworn that the browns of his eyes appeared as black as the devil’s night, his firm grip more claw than human, like a cat playing with its beaten-up food by holding it down by the tail when, instead, it could easily go for the killing blow than prolong the torture, claws digging at the heart in one lunge. But it was brief. So brief she must have just been seeing things.

   That wasn’t real.

   This was. Him here, now, here to help.

   Not a monster. He could never be, not to her. Monsters don’t help monsters, they destroy them.

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vaike isn’t in the tag list

(Not to worry! Not only did I add him to the commission list, here's his bath tent prompt where he tries to murder Chrom!!! U V U )

“HEY!!”

Vaike’s shout practically echoed across camp. He stood meters away from Chrom, who was trying to dodge the volley of objects pelted at him from the women’s bathing tent.

The tent where you were trying to get washed, only to have the prince of Ylisse walk in on you.

Vaike, who heard your scream moments earlier, had rocketed over with an axe in hand. When he saw his friendly rival was the one who peeped on you, he was ready for murder.

“V-Vaike!!” Chrom yelped, prompting you to gasp and grab the nearest towel. You barely made it between them before he was charging Chrom.

“Vaike, don’t!!” 

He ground to a halt when you came at him with just a towel and a frightened face, your hands pressed to his chest in an attempt to slow him down.

“What the hells are you doin’, Chrom?!” He barked at the prince, “I'll axe ya in the face, you blaggard!!”

“I-it’s not what it looks like, I swear!” Chrom tried to defend himself, “It’s a misunderstanding- I-I would never peep on anyone, let alone Robin!!”

“Don’t even try to lie to me, you milk-livered varlot!! You think I’m gonna believe you?!  The Vaike might not be the brightest, but he sure as Hells ain’t an idiot!! Robin, let me go so I can teach this filth a lesson-!”

“Vaike, enough!” You pushed against him, managing to shove him backwards. “We’re drawing a crowd and making a bigger mess of this than already. Just go to the tent.”

You grabbed Vaike’s wrist, which was thick enough you barely got your hand around it and he could very easily break from your grip if he wished.

“Robin, no way am I just-”

“Vaike.”

Something about your demeanor told him the fight with Chrom was over. But yours was just simmering to start. 

You pulled him into your shared tent, your face ablaze with a blush as you latched it shut and scavenged for clothes. Vaike huffed; so he would start the battle, this time.

“Robin, why did ya think pullin’ me outta that was a good idea? You just let that pervert get away with oglin’ at you in the private bath!!”

“He’s not a pervert.” You scoffed as you tugged on your coat, forcing it on over your towel and soaking body. “I know for a fact that Chrom would never do that.”

“No?” He growled, the handle of his axe creaking under his unforgiving grip. “You’re gonna defend that? He was lookin’ at a married woman! My married woman!! He saw you, dammit!”

“I know what he saw!” You cried, “But it’s not what you think! Besides, you don’t have room to talk! You’re the one who snuck around to watch women while they were bathing not too long before we got married! You’re no better, if not worse considering yours wasn’t an accident!”

“Don’t you turn this around on me!” He snarled at you, matching your volume and anger blow for blow, “I stopped actin’ a fool ages ago! So why are you tryin’ to defend him with a shit argument like that?! I’m not the one who messed up here, it’s Chrom!!”

“You drew way more attention to the matter than he ever could’ve!” You snapped at him, “You tried to kill him over a misunderstanding!!”

“Because he was lookin’ at my wife!!” He roared at you, and you stared at him. Never in your life had Vaike raised his voice at you, nor had he ever been this visibly upset.

Enraged.

He was heaving for breath, glaring at you like he was ready to charge you, not his intended target. He tugged a hand through his hair, yanking the tie from it as he struggled to find his composure.

“I stopped lookin’ at girls the second I started fancyin’ you, got it? I never considered doin’ that stupid stuff again after we got married, because unlike Blue, I get the sanctity of marriage!! I know it’s important and it’s got meaning!! This,” He tugged off his ring, thrusting it in front of you, “Means somethin’!!”

You could only watch as his words and his heart flew a mile a minute. 

He gestured to your body, “This is mine!! Nobody else gets to look at you but me! You got it? And all o’ this is yours! This is for your eyes only, and your hands only, and that’s all that matters!! Nobody else is ever gonna have what we got!”

“V-Vaike...I understand that, but that’s not the problem. It was an accident, and it wasn’t something that-”

“To hells with accidents!! I ran over thinkin’ somebody was attackin’ you, only to see Chrom gapin’ at you in the goddamn bathing tent!! Would you rather I just kept walkin’ and let him ogle you more than he already was?!”

“No, Vaike, of course not, I-” You tapered off, trying to find the right words to ease your husband’s rage. “I would be more worried if you did! But I’m the one who got walked in on. So I don’t get why you’re acting like it was you who got peeped at, and not me!”

“Because you’re my wife, dammit-- I’m supposed to protect you and be there and fend off anybody tryin’ to hurt you! I don’t care if I overreacted, I care that ya got violated and I wasn’t there to stop it!!”

“Vaike…” You sighed shakily, closing the distance between you as you both panted for air, trying to draw the right conclusion from this argument.

“Look, I...I love you, Robin. You mean more to me than anybody in the world. I’m not the dumb kid I was a while ago, I’m more mature than I used to be. You’re my world, Robin; can’t ya see that?”

“I...I understand your feelings, Vaike, I promise I do. I know better now why you’re so protective. I’m...I’m sorry.” You exhaled as you crossed the tent, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest.

Vaike wasted no time drawing you into his arms, a frustrated huff of air leaving him as he returned the embrace. 

“Aw...you ain’t got anythin’ to apologize for. You’re the one who got walked in on, and it’s not like that’s somethin’ ya could’ve controlled. If anythin’, I guess...I oughta apologize for blowin’ up as much as I did about it.”

“You did blow up quite a bit.” You said with a weak chuckle, “I know you were just trying to protect me. I don’t think your anger was misplaced.”

“Good, because it definitely wasn’t.” He grumbled against the top of your head, pressing kisses into your hair. “I’m never gonna let somebody get away with doin’ weird things to ya, unless it’s me.”

“Oh, you-” You swatted his chest, making him laugh. “You’re ridiculous, Vaike.”

“That’s why ya love me!” He replied earnestly, pulling back to look down at you. He curled a finger under your chin, drawing your eyes up to him. “I’ll always be around to defend your honor, no matter what! You can count on me- but don’t expect it to be any more relaxed than what I did, today. I don’t take things lightly when it comes to you.”

“I’m glad.” You sighed sweetly, “Well...I suppose I ought to get dressed and see that Chrom’s not making things worse on his end.”

“There isn’t a rush for that sort of thing, is there?” Vaike asked to your curiosity, his hands slipping down from your waist to tug on the sides of your cloak. “I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure you’ve still just got a towel on underneath this, don’tcha?”

“I might.” Your eyes narrowed at him, “But it’s also the middle of the day, and I just took a bath.”

“To hells with all that. I’ve got some jealous feelins I gotta work through, and the prettiest wife in the whole damn world! I’ll finagle us some private bath time down at the river, later. Whaddya say?”

“I say...you’re the worst.” You giggled as he feigned offense, before he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroll. “Vaike, come on!”

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna get a little somethin’ from me, now! Otherwise you would’ve zapped me with a tome!”

“You’re not wrong,” You shook your head at him as he settled you into the blankets, caging you between his arms with that silly grin plastered on his face, “But really, Vaike...you’re just ridiculous, sometimes.”

“Ya love that, and you know it.” He mused before diving down, capturing your lips. You hummed when he pulled away, your noses nearly touching.

“I suppose you’re not wrong….though there’s an awful lot I love about you. My big, sweet guardian.”

“I like the sound of that.” He beamed at you, before returning to his kisses.

Chrom would later be permanently separated from you via Vaike standing between you both at all times (until you told him to knock it off), and of course he insisted on guarding the women’s bathing tent whenever you were inside.

Sully fought him the first few times because she thought he was doing what Chrom tried (considering his past, it made sense). 

Luckily you were there to bail him out, though eventually you just decided on sharing a mixed bath with Vaike whenever you could find a body of water.

That was what Vaike was most excited about.

#vaike #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #vaike x robin #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu #bath tent #angst #hurt and comfort #vaike will kill for u and that is all u need to kno #and he loves u v much!!!!

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Please may I have Blue exorcist headcanons of being the oldest sister of the Okumura Triplets of Rin and Yukio and her name is Hana Okumura and she is a splitting image of her mother from the few moles to the black hair..she kept it in a ponytail away from her face. Hana means cosmo flowers in Japanese and it is quite an irony considering that she is the daughter of the king of the underworld and she would've never would've thought that Shima is in love with her but how could anyone love Satan's daughter. Hana knew she was different..even when she was only a small child..she could see things no one else could see and she understands what they say and she can speak to the dead basically to people who have passed away (she helped a lot of ghosts who had died make peace with what had happened in real life..considering that she can see them). Hana was the main source of love for Rin and Yukio and she fiercely protected Yukio back then whenever the demons were mean enough to tease him to the point of tears when they were kids..and she always managed to calm Rin down whenever he threw extremely dangerous temper tantrums in preschool..Hana gets it..she was not proud of what her father had done back then and that was the fact she knew of how many families were taken because of him. Her blue flames were very well controlled because since she knew who she was when she was younger..she had her Foster father help her control them and she is much better at controlling her flames than her brother..(she wasn't proud of an incident she caused back then in Preschool..Hana remember getting so angry that a kid got badly hurt and a adult got caught in the blue flames and became permanently blind due to the severity of the burns..Hana cried for hours afterwards in her room..she kept her mouth shut about that incident when Rin asks, only Yukio and her foster Dad knew) and it was sealed in the swords that she had but they were unsealed and safely in her hands. Her music was her getaway and she is the type of person who wore headphones around her neck.

Personality:

Hana is highly intelligent and she is practically the most Kindest girl known to man but she doesn't like being reminded of being the daughter of Satan..yes. her father did horrible things but never blame Hana for what he did! (Hana actually slapped Bon when he accused her of that stuff..she said "I get it. I hate what he had done too but don't you dare accuse me ever again!"). Hana was the one who had to break up fights/an argument between her classmates and she is not a damsel in distress and she is more than capable of fighting for herself and she wasn't exactly impressed by Shima's romance advances at the start by the romance between Hana and Shima developed gradually throughout the series and he even accepted her for who she was (she cried at his acceptance of her background). She tries to make friends but it was hard when you are the daughter of Satan (she is a class assistant *she helped out the other students* in the same Exorcist classes as Rin and Yukio and it took a long time for Rin to know that big time). Tends to be snarky when people complained about her methods of teaching when she is actually teaching them a good lesson.

Hana Okumura looks just like her mom, a few moles to the black wavy hair which she kept in a ponytail..acts more like a worried mom than a teenager sometimes when Rin got himself in some kind of trouble again..she wears similar clothes to Yukio..happy to stick with a black skirt with long socks and black trainers, white shirt with a light blue jumper..she developed the same Satan ears and tail like Rin did when the swords were unsealed and the teeth too (it was less sharp looking considering that she was a woman). She still wore those religious cross piercings that Shiro gave to her as a 15th Birthday present and she had that flower pendent that Yukio gave her at Christmas. She always kept her swords with her. Her body is extremely curvy and attractive to look at..but that is not an excuse for grown men to ogle at her like if she was a monkey in the zoo.

Other things about Hana Okumura

1. She is a good cook, actually really good and so good that people often tried to sneak into the kitchen to try her food..(got spotted by Hana every time).

2. She is a healer in her own right as a exorcist.

3. Not the person to lose her temper..that incident in Preschool was too much of a close call with blue flames when someone became permanently blind because of it. Hana does though..speak extremely coldly as well as harsh when pissed off and it sends nervous shivers down the person's spine.

4. It was weird for Hana of how Yukio used to be clingy with her back during childhood..but it was fond memories that she told Shiemi sometimes and how Yukio used to say "big sis, big sis!"..it was extremely embarrassing enough for Yukio when Hana acts like a doting mom, telling a girlfriend of how their son behaved as a little boy..it was basically "Little Yukio and Rin" stories.

5. Hana's flames are warm..not unbearable hot that it kills people. (Her father and Shura taught her well)

6. It hit her hard when her foster father, Shiro sacrificed his life *she heard the news over the phone and to hear her cry was heartbreaking 💔..Yukio stayed by her side the whole time..(she reacted exactly like how Winry reacted from Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood when she found out who murdered her parents).

7. Hana is a skilled fighter and a swordsman as well as a top exorcist..she sealed off a lot of difficult demons in her lifetime and Shura is pretty much her helper..he trusted and loved her..generally because Shiro talked a lot about her and by the sounds of it..loves her dearly.

8. Hana is a good person once you get to know her but she kept her Satan side a secret..it wasn't fun being reminded of how she made someone permanently blind when she was four. Hana made her feelings known big time when she told the others never to judge someone by their cover when her secret blew wide open. Her words were, "Can you see how I cry for help. You should love me for being myself"..Hana never asked to be born to the king of Satan and she wasn't proud of what her father had done.

9. Not a big fan of peeping Toms or perverts..Shima learnt that the hard way when he thought that he would go unnoticed when he peeped on her..she almost put him in hospital that day.

10. The fear of her secret being blew wide open affected her sleep and that wasn't great. It was so bad that she..almost thought about letting her blue flames burn her and it took Shura a long time to talk her out of it and Hana just cried instead on his fur alone.

11. She always kept her swords close to her..it was a promise she made to Shiro.

12. She never tried to make friends due to personal background issues with family especially considering that she is the daughter of Satan.

13. Hana is beautiful..it wasn't a surprise how men and teenage boys/demons are totally smitten with her married or not or girlfriend or not.

14. She always wears that lavender perfume..it was her favourite scent..

15. She wears a female version of Yukio's outfit considering that she is his assistant in class.

16. She is a skilled exorcist.

Rin's relationship with his older sister

Yukio's relationship with his older sister

Shima Renzō's relationship with Hana Okumura, who he clearly had fallen for.

Shiemi Moriyama's relationship with Hana Okumura

Kuro's relationship with Rin's older sister (Hana can understand him and he is her familiar and friend)

Shura's relationship with Hana Okumura

Suguro Ryūjj's relationship with Hana Okumura

Konekomaru Miwa's relationship with Hana Okumura

Izumo's relationship with Hana Okumura

Music to describe her..

1. https://youtu.be/cIlghWDd7RU?si=0wZOOMFdMYXNeUPP (that because she is the daughter of Satan)

2. https://youtu.be/ASmhRsqTfis?si=bciLuRQEJUwA0s85 (to describe the gradual romance between Hana Okumura and Shima)

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the headcanons!

Fandom: Blue Exorcist

Characters: Rin Okumura, Yukio Okumura, Shima Renzo, Shiemi Moriyama, Kuro, Shura Kirigakure, Suguro Ryujj, Konekomaru Miwa, Izumo Kamiki x Hana Okumura (separate)

Rin thinks Hana’s great. They both team up to embarrass Yukio and, even though they’re very different people, they can always bond over this.

Cheered her on when she slapped Bon. Way to go sis, you show him! At the same time, he’s probably a bit worried deep down. He knows firsthand how much it hurts being reminded of his connection to Satan and he hopes she’s doing okay.

Hana is one of the few people I can see Rin being open around and allowing himself to be honest with. Something about her being older lets him be vulnerable around her in ways he would never allow himself to be with Yukio.

Doesn’t know how to feel about her being in any kind of relationship with Shima. On one hand, he’s glad he knows the guy but at the same time, he’s not fussed on the idea of his sister being in a relationship at all.

He will use it to tease her though. There’s no way he’s letting her off the hook that easily, not when there’s such easy teasing material within reach.

Yukio has a very different relationship with Hana than Rin does. He respects her in an academic sense and has a far more professional relationship with her. Very rarely does he allow himself to see her as a big sister.

Hates it when she brings up childhood memories around other people. In private’s another thing but the other exorcists have no need to know about how much of a cry-baby he was.

He tends to bottle up those feelings rather than ask her to stop though. When he does finally snap, Hana will apologise and try to limit the amount of stories she tells about him. She just likes sharing those fond memories with people.

Much like Rin, Yukio isn’t sure how to feel about his sister being in a relationship with Shima. He thinks she could do much better but at the same time, he’s glad it’s someone who will respect her and not some random hooligan. He will give Shima the “talk” though. Just to be on the safe side.

Helps Hana train her ability to see ghosts as well as hone her control of the blue flame, even though she already has a good handle on it. When he gets put in charge of helping Rin, he will hand over a lot of those duties to Hana since she has first-hand experience.

Shima thinks Hana is the best thing since sliced bread. She’s pretty, she’s smart, and she’s an amazon fighter. It’s a triple threat in his eyes.

He does find her ghost powers a bit creepy though. He’s an easily spooked guy so he finds it a bit disarming when she starts talking about the ghosts she talks to.

He gets particularly freaked out when he and Hana are spending time together and she mentions there’s a ghost in the room with them. It doesn’t matter what they were doing before, he’s leaving the room straight away until the ghost is gone.

Shima worries about Hana’s sleeping habits a lot. He’s concerned that her lack of quality rest will affect her physically and mentally and in a dangerous business like exorcising demons that can be fatal.

He subconsciously keeps an eye on her during fights to make sure she’s doing okay. He trusts her ability to protect herself but knows accidents can happen and wants to be there for her should anything happen.

Shiemi loves having another female friend but she finds Hana a bit intimidating. In the same way she was shy around Yukio when they met due to his status, she’s the same around Hana.

Eventually opens up around her when she finds out Hana has a hard time making friends but I think Shiemi will always be a bit more quiet around the eldest Okumura sibling.

She knows first-hand the struggle of making friends so she’ll do her best to be a good friend for Hana. She’s still learning though, so they’ll probably both make a lot of mistakes. But they know to be patient with each other while they figure things out.

She does enjoy listening to stories about Rin and Yukio when they were younger, even if it embarases the boys. She thinks it’s sweet that Hana likes talking about her memories of her siblings so much.

Kuro’s bond with Hana is equally strong to his bond with Rin. Hana reminds him a lot of Father Fujimoto since she’s teasing but intelligent (a combination of Rin and Yukio).

As a result, Kuro’s very defensive of Hana. In battle and even in daily life, he’s always keeping an eye on her. He will get in between her and Shima…he gets jealous…

I think Kuro would be able to see ghosts as well since cats often seem to see things that humans can’t. He’s also a demon so that gives him an advantage in that department as well.

He’ll back up Hana in situations where ghosts are present since he knows everyone else will be pretty much useless since they can’t see what the threat is unless the ghost reveals itself to everyone.

Oh, Shura loves Hana. She’s more intelligent than Rin but more easy going than Yukio? It’s the perfect combination.

It does freak her out how much she’s like Father Fujimoto though. Even if she doesn’t look like him, sometimes Shura will look at Hana and all she can see is Shiro.

She’s so glad there’s someone else to help her with training Rin to use his blue flames. As good as Shura is at teaching (in her mind at least), it’s always better to have someone on hand with first-hand experience.

Shura’s arming up on ammo to use against Yukio every time she catches up with Hana. There are just too many embarrassing stories she can choose from to tease him about. She’s honestly starting to think Hana may be one of her favourite people…

Bon isn’t really sure about Hana at first. She’s got the blue flame which straight away makes her as dangerous as Rin. But she’s also intelligent. That makes her, in his mind, the biggest threat out of the Okumura siblings.

He’s definitely going to be guarded around her for quite a while. And then he brings up her connection to Satan. He felt the effects of the slap for hours afterwards.

He’s angry of course but he can’t help but respect her for what she did and said. Once he gets over his issue with the Okumura’s biological father, he’s a lot more comfortable around her.

Bon honestly thinks she’s too good for Shima. He loves his friend dearly but really? Him? Of all people? Well, at least he knows they’re both in good hands with each other.

Much like Bon, Konekomaru is incredibly weary around Hana once he finds out about the Okumura’s heritage. If everyone thought he was scared of Rin, that’s nothing compared to you.

Until he gets over his fear, he’s going to do his best to not even be in the same room as Hana. Once he does get over it, he still truffles to be in the same room but more from embarrassment than fear. He’s ashamed of his actions.

Appreciates having a peacekeeper in the group. Things can get pretty heated between Rin and Bon sometimes and no matter how much everyone tries, sometimes only Hana can calm them down.

He thinks Hana’s ability to see ghosts is a bit spooky but is also fascinated by it. He thinks it’s very useful that she can see and talk to ghosts whenever she wants.

Izumo is completely unbothered by Hana. On the outside at least. Inside, she’s a bit intimidated since she knows this is one person she won’t be able to manipulate or intimidate.

Once she opens up more, she has nothing but respect for Hana. It’s great having another strong, intelligent female in the group.

And then Hana shows interest in Shima and that respect is tainted. Izumo still thinks Hana’s incredibly cool (even if she’ll never say it out loud) but really? Shima? What poor taste Hana has. She could do so much better.

Will try to help out with Hana’s sleeping problems in her own way. She’ll give her lavender spray and incense under the pretence that they were gifts from her family but she either already has enough or doesn’t like the smell. Izumo just shows that she cares in unique ways.

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[dream-dove]

Edith of House Stark

Full name: Edith Stark

Nickname(s):

- Gentle Flower: Somthing her father Ned Stark would call her

- Jewel of the North: There are tales of the beauty of all three of the Stark girls going around the North and that is how Edith got the nickname, because of her beauty.

Current age:

Twenty years old

Hair color: Her hair color is dark brown

Eye color: She has dark brown eyes

Height: Five foot three

Visual: E-D-I-T-H

Distinct features: Well she does have this small heart shape birth mark on the side of her left thigh.

Personality: Edith is known to have the purest heart of gold in all of the seven kingdoms. She treats everyone with the same kindness and respect no matter who they are; even if they are the most sadistic bastard alive. It's hard to push her to anger and it is a rare sight to see yet when she gets angry, it's a very terrifying sight to see. She can even nearly kill a man if she wants although her blade has never tasted blood.

Style of clothing: Her style of clothing is much more simple than southern girls.The colors consist of many colors such as blue, black and etc. As well as a few light colors such as lavender and periwinkle. The dresses are a little plain but she does not mind. She also has a shirt and pants she wears when she goes hunting and has quite a few fur cloaks she wears on very cold days.

Lineage

House: Stark

Living family members:

- Sansa Stark: The two red haired sisters have always gotten along, Edith teaching her younger sister how to sing even though their relationship did strain when Sansa went to King's Landing. Edith was worried for her getting hurt although the girl only gave her an attitude telling her older sister that she was jealous since Sansa was marrying a soon-to-be King and Edith didn't have a hand in marriage yet.

- Arya Stark: Edith was the one that convinced her parents to get Arya to start learning how to wield a weapon. She spent many mornings doing a one-on-one lesson with her baby sister before their mother found out about her doing archery since Edith knew that she would not approve. She began to get worried when news reached her of her youngest sister missing although Edith held a brave face knowing that her younger sister would be coming home instead of staying in King's Landing, or at least that's what she hoped.

- Bran and Rickon Stark: Along with Arya, she had taught the boys how to wield a bow and arrow and was even there with Bran to witness his first execution. She just prays to the old gods that they would be reunited again.

Jon Snow: Jon may be Edith's bastard brother although she treats him as if he's her legitimate brother. With him only being a year younger than her, the two hit it off immediately even though it was against her mother's wishes. The three caused a lot of trouble when they were together. Edith and Jon would often be partners in sword fighting even if Jon was better at the sword. Edith knew that sometimes he would let her win when they were paired up together but she had fun with him nonetheless and was actually upset when he decided to take the black.

Deceased family members:

- Ned and Catelyn Stark: Edith was very close with both of her parents, them teaching her that family was the most important thing above all else. She only defied her mother once in a while when she didn't want her to do her sword or archery lessons with the Stark's master-at-arms, Ser Rodrick. Even if she defied her mother, she still loved her. When word hit to her, Edith was absolutely distraught although she had to try and keep a brave face. However when Edith heard from the mouths of unknown men after the Red Wedding about the massacre that happened, Edith completely let her guard down.

- Robb and Talisa Stark: Edith has never personally met Talisa but she knew that the other woman made Robb happy and that was all that had mattered. The Stark twins were very close growing up, not as close as Cersei and Jaime Lannister, but they were as close as siblings should be. Edith loved that he had so much faith in her that she would be able to fight like any other man. On their sixteenth name day, Robb had given her a necklace with a wooden direwolf pendant and she never takes it off. She even gave Robb on their next name day a wooden direwolf head, a replica of their family sigil. After she found out about her twin brother's death, she was in hiding since Winterfell was taken over yet she didn't see who the men were allied with and did not hear on who gave the final stab to Robb, she only heard about his corpse riding around on a horse with Greywind's head replacing his.

Pets: There were six direwolves when they discovered the deceased mother; two females and four males. Jon had insisted she take Ghost although she refused telling him that he deserved a direwolf as much as the rest of the Stark children. A few days later, she was wandering in the woods by herself hearing cries of pain from a nearby animal. She ran to the source and found a wolf pup with beautiful grey fur suffering from an injured leg. She took the pup back home with her and nursed her back to health. Edith decided to keep her and called her Silver because of her fur color. Silver is also a good protector for her. She also has a snowy white horse which she named Eira which is her horse for riding.

Religion: Old gods of the forest

Life growing up: Edith was told by her father many times that she was the sun brought to the North. She always was a happy little girl no matter the situation. She was very close with all of her siblings, including Jon Snow and Ayra. She was closest with her older twin brother, Robb, however and they would do just about everything together. From the moment Edith could walk and talk she would go with her mother to hand out rations to the common folk and help them as much as she possibly could. Even with the fall of Winterfell, she still tried to help those that were still alive to the best of her abilities.

Lessons growing up: Edith had the typical lessons on how to act like a lady including sewing however she begged to do sword fighting and archery lessons with the boys. Against her mother's wishes, she was able to learn with her two brothers and now she is one of the best marksmen in the North. She uses one of her brother's sword though to make sure that he was never truly gone from her.

Extra skills and talents learned: She doesn't have many extra skills and talents although she does have a beautiful singing voice but other than that, she has no other talents

Love interest: ???

#oc tag

[ambercoloredfox]

I'm gonna post a snippet of this thing I just wrote cuz the idea has been rattling around in my brain for too long and no one can stop me. Also cuz I need someone to pat me on the head and tell me my work is adequate.

Anyway here's a howl's moving castle au. Well, it's inspired by howl's moving castle. Things are changed and the story isn't going to be one to one. I have some interesting ideas.

"Hey, girlie. The parade is that way. You lost?"

She snapped her head up to find her mindless path had led her down a back alley with something far worse than fae or dragon. A group of soldiers, smirking and looking with predatory eyes that danced suggestively up her legs.

But Sophie was not prey.

"No." She said, voice unwavering and chin held high. "I know exactly where I'm going. And I have no business with you."

"Oh, but of course you do!" A different soldier grins, arms outstretched. "It's our job to make sure little things like you are safe!"

"Especially on a day like this." Another adds with a nod.

"Exactly! So why don't you let us keep you safe from all the creatures that wander the streets, huh?"

As they spoke they began to stalk forward, as if hoping to corner her. Despite the thrill of fear running through her spine, despite every instinct screaming, Sophie does not run. She would not be cowed by anyone, especially men cowardly enough to corner a woman in a dark alley.

She careful bit down the sharp insult she wanted to hurl at them. It wouldn't help to make them angry.

"I don't need to be escorted-- like a child."

They grew closer, so much closer than she was comfortable with. They had guns, were trained to fight. At least monsters, it could be argued, only do what was in their nature. These soldiers were monsters hidden in lies, uniforms of self purported heros, without any of the morality. They were the least humane humans she could think of. She would rather be facing a fae. At least they were bound by rules.

Sophie's feet began to carry her backwards with shuffling steps. She hid the tremors in her hands by closing them into fists.

"Aw c'mon." The one closest said, nearly within arms reach. "Let us do our jobs."

"We'll be real nice." The soldier licked his lips as he spoke, and Sophie's stomach churned.

Something solid touched her back and for a moment she was blinded with the panic of a cornered animal. Then reason took hold again. There had been no wall behind her.

"There you are."

She turned her head to find a man behind her, his blue eyes blazing into her own. His face would be a careful blank mask, if not for the way his lips parted slightly. He placed a firm hand on her shoulder.

"I have been looking for you."

Sophie's mind reeled, adrenaline setting her thoughts spiraling. His carefully tended locks of dark hair and expensive ink black outfit spoke of something unnatural about him, but she could not name what. She failed to find a sufficient response.

"Oh, ah, we were just escorting her back to the festival," Said one soldier, suddenly losing confidence at the man's appearance.

"Yes," Spoke another. "Can't be too careful, what with today being the solstice."

The strange man leveled them with a stare devoid of amusement, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Oh, that was promising.

"Actually," Sophie started, trying not to focus on the fact that he was so close she was nearly whispering into his skin. "I was just headed to the bakery. These men had a mind to take me... elsewhere."

Sophie left the implications clear enough.

"Did they?"

It was not really a question he spoke, but more of a verbal unsheathing of a knife, his eyes not leaving the soldiers. His fingertips dug into her. She did not need rescuing, of course not, but lacked the means to teach these pathetic soldiers the lessons they so obviously needed. Keep them from hurting anyone else. This stranger certainly had the means, danger draped over his shoulders like the dark cloak he wore. Luckily he seemed to be of a similar mind.

"Then perhaps it would be best to remind them their duties do not include terrorizing young women. Nor sleeping on the job."

Before she could ask what he meant, his hand was at his face and a powder rose from his fist, riding on his breath and covering the soldiers in a glittering cloud. They dropped like flies, clattering against the pavement. They didn't even have a chance to protest.

Magic. That had been magic.

Was he a wizard? Was he a man at all? Or some creature that came from the Wastes in the form of one?

"Are you well?" The stranger asked. His brow furrowed slightly, his eyes skimming across her in search of answers.

Sophie quickly snapped her mouth shut. She hadn't realized it had fallen open. It would not due to be rude to a suspected supernatural being.

"I- I, yes. I am, thanks to you."

The stranger was still standing so close, hand still placed on her shoulder as if at any moment she might disappear. He smelled of fresh rain. Heat crept up her cheeks.

His head bobbed slightly, blue eyes still piercing into her very soul, his gaze both cradling and dissecting, like one would study an ancient artifact. The longer she looked, the clearer it became that he was not just some man. His moon white iridescent skin, flawless complexion, the fading golden sun scattering pale colors across his skin. It all spoke to something unnatural, touched by magic. Ethereal.

Something moved in the corner of her vision. Sophie watched as the stone wall shivered with magic, rippling as it gave way to a creature made of shimmering gel, like a soap bubble. It stumbled into the alley and then turned towards them. It took a step closer. Then another.

"Friend of yours?" Sophie asked, her voice an octave too high.

Another creature spilled from the wall.

"No."

The stranger placed his free hand at her waist as he glared at each arriving visitor. Then, entirely too quickly, her feet left the cobblestones, and Sophie was three feet off the ground and only rising faster. She managed to subdue her scream of terror into perhaps a more dignified squeak. She rose higher than the rooftops, far beyond the reach of the creatures.

Sophie was shaking. She did not like heights.

He was still at her back and she leaned into him, grabbing at his hands. Any moment she would drop. The stranger tried to push her forward but she only pressed back against him harder. He shushed her, as if that might somehow make her feel better about dangling two stories off the ground.

"It's alright." He told her, his dark mumble like distant thunder, his breath warming her cheek. Carefully he took his hands in hers, removing first the hand on her shoulder, then the other.

"I won't let you fall." He said it like an oath.

Sophie was suspended over the rooftops, held with her arms out, as if she only needed to keep her balance. There was nothing beneath her feet.

"Walk forward."

His hold was cool and firm in juxtaposition to her sweating shaking palms. This stranger was so sure, so gentle...

Sophie took a step forward. Then another. And they were flying.

It really was just as easy as walking.

She let out a breathy laugh of disbelief. The stranger's lips tilted, the smallest smile out of the corner of her vision, so small that she was not sure it was truly there. Nor did she think she could peel her eyes away from the colorful city below to check.

The stranger seemed content to allow her to direct them, not arguing at all as Sophie made her way to the bakery, his only effort contributed in the magic that kept them in the sky. As they continued to fly, she felt herself relax into it, smile stretched openly across her face. Trusting him not to let her fall. Trusting his word.

Yet her racing heart did not slow. She could feel him so close to her, the distance itself like a caress. His thumb swiped across her knuckles.

"What were those things?" Sophie asked.

The only sound was the wind rushing by, and for a moment she was sure he would not answer. But he did.

"I have many enemies." The words were measured, deliberately spoken. He did not elaborate and she did not press.

Carefully, they landed on the balcony of the bakery, Sophie nearly losing her balance as the wooden planks hit her feet. The stranger kept her upright easily, arm slipping around her waist. She gazed up at him, trying not to betray the awe she felt.

"Thank you."

"I assure you, it was my pleasure."

Sophie blinked at him as if that would stop the reddening of her face.

"I was never given your name."

The first rule of supernatural entities was never ever give them your name. The second rule was that if they did you a favor, you owed them a debt.

Which now put Sophie in quite a predicament.

The stranger waited for her answer patiently. She was torn on what to do. So she chose her words as carefully as he said his own.

"It's normally considered... impolite, to ask one's name without giving your own."

There. Perfect. Not an insult, not an outright refusal. She mentally crossed her fingers and hoped not to receive a curse this night.

The corner of the stranger's mouth twitched, his eyebrows rose a hair.

"Morpheus."

"Oh." Sophie's eyes grew round. She had not expected that. "I, I'm Sophie."

It couldn't be too bad, to give him her name. Right? After all, he had given his own.

Slowly Morpheus released her, hands brushing against her back as he let go. Then his fingers found the stitching of her capelet and his brows furrowed. Just as quickly he dropped his hand and looked back down to the street.

"They will be looking for me." He murmured. She couldn't tell if he had spoken to her or merely to himself. Morpheus found her eyes again. "Stay here. Remain inside. I will lead them away."

He turned and placed one foot on the railing of the balcony. He was going to leave.

"Wait!" Sophie grabbed hold of his sleeve. Morpheus watched her with barely contained surprise. She quickly let go, her mind scrambling for some reasonable explanation for her actions. "Don't I... owe you some sort of. Debt?"

Oh god. Why did she say that? That was perhaps the stupidest thing she could've ever said. Why would you remind a supernatural entity of a debt you owe them?? It's like reminding a teacher to assign you homework.

Morpheus's expression stretched into an unmistakable smile. Still small, but this time undeniable. Something sparkled in his eyes.

"We shall meet again, Sophie."

With that promise, Morpheus stepped lithely off the railing and disappeared into the crowd below.

#reader x Morpheus #my writing #does it count as reader? or is it oc? oh well #doesnt matter