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ma1dita · 3 months

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said he likes crazy

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 2.1k

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where only he can help you with a bad day, even if he's been avoiding you since your first kiss. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS, BUT HE HATES WHEN I ACT CRAZY guys i didnt sleep for this pls tell me its ok

(posted 1/29/24, beta’d by the lovely ellie @lixzey )

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He’s been avoiding you.

To be specific, Luke’s been running away from you. Typical son of Hermes, and a typical teenage boy at that. But if anyone’s asked you what’s up (which, they all have, after almost 4 years of seeing you two not go a day without bickering), it’s just easier to say you’ve been busy.

Okay, so perhaps you’ve been avoiding him too.

Annabeth clocked you as soon as you turned tail after almost bumping into him after archery practice. Damn children of Athena; it’d be nice if they weren’t so perceptive sometimes.

“What did he do this time?” she pipes up, filling the silence of the Big House. It’s late now, and the cabin counselors’ meeting just ended.

“Seeing as you’re the one helping me with the paperwork tonight and not him, you can take a good guess, Annie,” you sigh.

Honestly though, who the fuck kisses someone senseless and then runs away? (Luke Castellan, that’s who.) You weren’t sure what to make of it. You’re a daughter of chaos, after all, not love. But if there’s anyone who can read your emotions better than yourself, it’s him.

Annabeth stares at her idiot brother through the window as he wanders in the grass outside the Big House.

“That bad, huh?”

“He’s just…being Luke,” you say, blinking slowly as you shuffle through the last of the files you need to put on your dad’s desk before you mutter, “I’m just having a bad day.”

A noise of concern makes its way up Annabeth’s throat. You haven’t had a bad day in a while, in all honesty, not one that makes you act like this, admittedly not one that makes you act like you— the daughter of Dionysus, god of insanity, and not the daughter of Mr. D, camp director.

It was just a bad day until it turned into a bad week, and the voices in your head were starting to get loud without Luke distracting you. Because that’s what he ultimately is, a distraction from your camp duties.

There’s so much to do and so little time, however, that you hide away your microexpressions that seem to be clawing at you from the inside. The anger, the mania, the hurt. If you unleash it, only the gods can predict how much of camp would be affected by your ‘outbursts’, as your dad likes to call them. Not like you had a choice in the matter. Your days of wreaking havoc are behind you, now presenting yourself as the stellar star of the Camp Half-Blood show. It’s almost a one-woman production with you picking up after your father and trying to tame the traits he passed down.

Thanks for that, D.

So you give and you give and you give—all your attention and time and effort into keeping camp upright, into being the perfect daughter, that at the end of the day, you’ve drained yourself of who you are with who you try to be.

You look at your tired reflection in the window, before your eyebrow raises at the sight of Luke blending in with the shadows of the tree he’s leaning against. Idiot.

“Annie, would you mind…”

“Yeah, I’ll do cabin checks myself. Might drag your brother to do them with me,” she smiles, patting your arm before grabbing her bag.

“If he complains, let me know. Pollux has heard me bitch enough today.” The small girl raises an eyebrow at that, biting her tongue from responding. You chewed out a lot of people today, acting extra uptight and demanding of the counselors to “just do the right thing.” It was almost insufferable, but despite you trying to hold it in, your emotions bled into their own. Everyone was agitated by the end of the meeting, filing out quickly with biting words and hot tempers. You couldn’t help but notice Luke led them all out of there, and they also somehow got the feeling that he was to blame.

Smiling at Annabeth in thanks, you watch her walk out to Luke before punching him in the stomach as he grimaces, meeting your violet gaze through the window as he raises a hand. It’s hard to tell if it’s to signal a truce or his embarrassment, but he trudges the way up the path and the door creaks open.

“Heard you were having a bad day,” he mumbles, scratching the nape of his neck. You look at him from the corner of your eye as you continue to write down the weekly to-dos and organize papers for your dad to sign and send back to Zeus.

“Why are you here, Castellan?”

“So we’re back to that? I thought…” his voice trails off at the sound of his last name, not Luke, not angelface, or anything in between, and both of you are unsure how to proceed. Neither of you have done this before, at least not with each other. You tilt your head to the side, daring him to speak, and it reminds him of a week ago, you bathed in sunlight when he leaned in and kissed you. Though if he did that right now, he’s not sure how you’d react.

“It’s just a bad day,” you whisper in defeat, lilac eyes wilting in front of him like an overwatered flower.

He realizes then that he cares for you more than he knows how to. And Luke knows what it means when you’re having a bad day.

There’s a deranged look in your eye, a subtle eye twitch and clench of your jaw that is almost insusceptible to the average demigod, but he knows you’re on edge, having taunted you mercilessly until you scream, cry, laugh, or all of the above. But most of all you look tired and in need of someone who knows how it feels to be underappreciated.

“D’s a great dad to the twins. But I just feel like… maybe he wasn’t meant to be mine,” you whisper, rolling your tongue against the front of your teeth to push back the sob a 14-year-old version of you would let out deep in the dark of cabin 11, having been there for months and knowing Dionysus was your father and waiting for him to see you. To know you.

“Giving me a hard time about all of this,” you say, hands gesturing to the things you have to prepare for him by morning. You’re overworked, underpaid, and definitely not appreciated— and Luke decides he hates your dad for what he puts you through, not just as a shitty camp director but as a shitty dad. He’s learned to live with the hurt—to use it to fuel his vengeance for how he plans to make the world better. But your ambition makes you change yourself constantly to try to be better. Both fatal flaws are fueled by the ignorance of your fathers. He knows the feeling all too well. He knows you.

“What do you need?” he asks simply, stepping closer to your form hunched over the desk.

“I can do it, you know. D’s wrong about me,” you whisper, and the words come out sounding so desperate for him to believe the performance you always put on that you avert your eyes.

He doesn’t need to be convinced; instead, he holds his arms out waiting for you to let you make the next move. Luke is neither a fool nor a knave— there are no tricks here, no hidden agenda as he watches you try to compose yourself with a deep breath instead of showing him the real you. The one who’s beneath the mask of being head counselor, your father’s saving grace, and the one who carries her responsibilities like Atlas carries the weight of the sky.

“I know you can. You always have. You really think I’m here to help you file paperwork?” He means it.

“Will you let me?” Whether he meant sharing the workload or being there for you, you wouldn’t dare to ask. It’s all the same, anyway—laying yourself bare for someone to peek into your mind and have them not laugh at it.

Suddenly you speak, and the intensity of your tone makes him straighten his posture.

“Sometimes… Do you ever feel the need to just…”

“What?” He reaches out to tug your hair, and in the dim light, he can see the bloom of your cheeks. You’re shy, and Luke thinks you look soft like this, wary of how he perceives you.

“I shouldn’t.” Fuck the gods. He can see the thought form in your eyes, the heat of your stare tearing through his, and his lips pull into a smirk.

“What was that, trouble?”

“Luke, don’t be an asshole…” You say warily, biting the inside of your cheek. There’s no way you’re going down in the history books for cursing the gods because Luke Castellan of all people made you.

“I thought you liked me like that,” he’s grinning now, and grabbing your chin lightly, mouthing the words to echo your thoughts.

Fuck the gods.

“Fuck.” you whisper, before your voice fails you, your eyes closing both from his touch and the genuine fear of the heavens falling down from the sacrilege falling from your lips.

“Louder,” he whispers, pulling your face up close to his, “come on, you used to be more fun, trouble. I believe in you.”

“Fuck!” you say louder and he’s whispering in your ear, urging you to toe the line between perfect child and degenerate.

“Say it again.”

“FUCK! FUCK THE…” you yell before you sigh exasperatedly, eyes widening as you feel the breath release from your chest before your head lolls onto his shoulder.

“Gods, you’re fucking insane, Castellan.”

He laughs lowly, and it sounds as sweet as sin. Your smiling lips make an imprint on his collarbone, and he wishes they would sear themselves on there for the rest of eternity.

“Hey, I get it from you. Feel better?”

To be seen is a fickle thing. But to be known is something more intimate, and nothing will be able to erase the connection you both share—fatal flaws and all. There are things you can’t change about people, what they are at their core, and so he takes what you hate about yourself with both hands and pulls you towards his chest until you settle against him with a sniffle. Luke tilts your chin up again, a rough thumb wiping away evidence of your watery smile. He thinks he sees a glimpse of a past you—a younger one that dyed his socks purple to make him feel like he belongs here. And he knows now that he does belong with you, right here as he holds you in the quiet of the Big House.

“Ugh, I’ll kiss you later, I still have to finish up here. You’re not off the hook, angelface.” You sigh, pushing away from him before he tugs you back, your feet stumbling as you roll your eyes at his impish expression.

“Let me make it up to you, trouble.”

“What, so you run away again?” you scoff, snickering at the sight of his ego being taken down a notch.

“I’ve just….I don’t know how to do all of this with you. Guess I’m worried it won’t meet your expectations, Miss Head Counselor.” A boyish sort of bashfulness crosses his features, and he’s twirling a piece of your hair in his hands like spinning silk.

“I just hope you never stop surprising me. That’s all I ask.”

Your hand touches his wrist lightly, and he sighs like you’ve already taken his breath away.

“I keep my promises. Do you?”

“Who said a kiss was a promise? I meant it as a threat,” you laugh before he’s pressing your hips into the table, nose nudging against yours and suddenly work is off the table for the rest of the night.

You on the table, however, well... that could be negotiated.

“I knew something was wrong with me when your so-called threats got less scary and more sexy,” Luke teases, running a finger on the side of your cheek. His breath tickles your lips, and you can imagine the rage your father would feel if he caught the two of you in his office like this. Besides the blatant defiance, you briefly wonder if your rebellion would get him to respect you more. An interesting thought.

“You’re absolutely terrible. I need to get this done… The gods don’t wait for us.”

A weak sigh leaves your mouth as your brain is already riddled with thoughts of him and he closes the gap between your lips.

“They can wait until morning. For now, you’re mine.”

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“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first — bullshit.

I have never loved myself.

But you —

Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like. (via swxrn-in)”

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 13: Christmas will break your heart

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 3.1k

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won’t be smut in this series)

Warnings: fluff, rooster feeling guilty, lots of fluff... before the crash and burn.

A/N: so am... i'm really sorry for making this to all of you dear readers. you're so gonna hate me after this.

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You can't fall asleep again once Rooster leaves the house. There's just something preventing you from closing your eyes and resting. You slowly get up, knowing there's no reason to stay on the sofa. Jesse is stirring and turning around, but not waking up. You can see the little smile on his face. He seems to be having a good dream. You kiss his forehead before moving upstairs. You still need to wrap Bradley's gift.

On your way to your room, you see Nick pacing around Becca’s, the woman sitting on her bed, biting her nails. You approach him, curious about their behavior. "Guys, you seem nervous"

Nick almost yells when you talk, too immersed in his own thoughts to notice your presence. "Why are you up?"

"Cause I couldn't sleep anymore." You shrug, his comment making you believe that they want you to be awake. Not yet.

"Makes sense. We just hoped you wouldn't be awake when Rooster came back."

"Nick!"

He gasps. "Oh shit."

You look at them, not understanding a thing. "Am I not supposed to see what he's buying?"

"Did he tell you he went to buy something?"

"Nicholas!” Becca groans, covering her face in embarrassment.

"You know what, fuck it. He knows where Solo lives and he went there with you father"

"What?"

"You're so dead, Nick"

The thought of Rooster and Solo in the same room scares you. Not because Solo could hurt him, but because you know Rooster’s strength and how guilty he would feel afterwards if he inflicted pain on another person.

"Can any of you go buy something for me? I don't want to leave the house"

Becca points at Nick. "He'll go. Payment for spilling the beans"

Nick sighs, but accepts. "What do you need?"

"A Polaroid album"

“Cool. Speaking of Polaroids, there’s a box in the attic. Maybe you want to see it.” He says leaving the room.

Polaroids, huh? The only one around here that used them was Goose. It might be good to take a look.

Rooster comes back soon after Nick leaves. He's been crying, you can see it in his puffy, red eyes. Fear installs itself in your stomach, afraid that he has done something horrible to Solo and that he's now regretting it. He hugs your dad, whispering something to him and smiling a bit before walking towards you, who are now seated in the kitchen eating some Christmas cookies.

"You know where I was, right?" He asks, seeing the answer in your eyes. "Thena, I'm sorry I had to."

"Please, just tell me that he can still walk," you mumble.

"Yes, he can. He has a broken nose and was trapped in his closet for three minutes"

"You…treated him like he did with me?"

"An eye for an eye."

"...Good. He deserves it" You open your arms for him, seeing a new wave of sadness extinguish the light in his eyes. Not again, he was so happy lately. "Roos, what is it?"

"Everything is my fault"

"Nugget, you can't blame yourself for this. Not again."

"No, Thena, you don't understand. He was… obsessed with me, and therefore with you"

"What?"

He explains to you what he saw in his house, how your dad's comment unlocked a long-forgotten conversation. Oh no. You thought he would stop blaming himself for your scar at last, and now this.

Why can't you two have a normal relationship without trauma and drama?

"Bradley Bradshaw, look at me. You are not to blame. It's not your fault if you're just really cool and people want to be like you. I mean, Jesse wants to be like you and he doesn't go around traumatizing me"

"I know, but…"

"You're not taking the blame for this one, you hear me?"

"Would you ever be able to look at me and not remember what Solo did?"

The mention of his name makes your whole body shiver, an instant reaction that you’re sure will fade away with time.

You circle the kitchen table, grabbing his face between your hands. He tilts his head to one side, kissing the palm of your hand. “The only thing I see when I look at you, Bradley Bradshaw, is a lot of lost time that I hope we can make up for.”

A side-smile adorns his face when he looks at you. “It’s snowing”

“Really?” You look out the window and see white snowflakes falling. The snow from when you arrived here had completely melted with the warm temperatures of the last couple days. “Woah, look at that.”

“It’s been snowing all morning. Wanna go out and play?” Rooster says while running his fingers through your hair.

You nod quickly, running upstairs to put on warmer clothes.

“What are we gonna do when we come back?” you ask, resting in the snow after covering the backyard in snow angels with Rooster’s help.

“Gotta be a bit more specific, love.”

“Work, relationship, friends... I sent a message to Nat this morning, but I think she’s deployed or something. She didn't respond."

Rooster groans, rolling in the snow until he’s laying on top of you, his head pressing against your belly. You can still feel the warmth of his body through all the layers of clothing. “Too many things.”

“I know, pretty nugget, but tomorrow is Christmas eve, we’re getting on a flight back home on Christmas day... In three days, we’re gonna be working again.”

That only makes Rooster groan louder. You chuckle, patting his back.

“I’m not worried about work. Remember when Phoenix was dating a member of the squad?” he says, bringing memories back.

“Gotta be a bit more specific, love” you mock him, making him put a cold hand in your face. “Rooster is fucking cold!”

“Serves you right. Anyway, I was referring to White Queen," he clarifies.

“Oh, she was the sweetest girl. It was a pity that she was transferred to another station a few months into the relationship. I loved those two together.”

“Yeah, but long-distance relationships were hard for her… Can’t blame her.” He mumbles the final words, tightening his embrace to emphasize the significance of his words.

“I don’t think I could, either. I mean, I can't imagine a day without you in it. We’ve been together since we got out of Top Gun. Every. Single. Day. It’s hard to imagine the base without you.”

“Oh, so you liked me before all this?”

You grab a handful of snow, slowly moving it towards his face. “Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll like you after this.”

You let the snow fall in his face, moving from below Rooster’s body to run away from him. He’s up on his feet in no time, making a big ball of snow with his bare hands. “Oh, you little-”

“No, no, no. Don’t throw that at me.”

“And why should I stop?” he asks, a smirk appearing on his face as he moves dangerously close, the snow crunching beneath his feet.

“‘Cause you love me?”

“True, but not enough.” He throws the ball straight to your face, almost throwing you to the floor.

“Rooster,” you pout, getting the snow out of your face and clothes.

He closes the distance and helps you, using his scarf to clean your face. “Grouchy, this is as simple as you want it to be. You want to tell our friends?”

“Yes. I want them to know how much I love my nugget.”

He lets out a giggle. “Stop, I feel like a teenager.”

“We kinda are, Roos. We’ve been pushing back our feelings since we were teenagers.”

He looks at the floor, thinking about your words for a second, slowly nodding while coming out of his thoughts. “Well, yes. You’re right. Does that mean that we can do crazy things?”

“We said we loved each other already, and we’ve been dating for less than 72 hours.”

“But we’ve known each other since you were born. It’s not as if I met you three days ago. I’ve been growing up with you by my side, loving you a bit more each day, even though I've been an asshole sometimes with you.”

You grab his hands, ignoring the cold. “Okay, lover boy. What are you trying to say with this rant?”

“Maybe we can move in together?”

That wasn’t what you were expecting. “Roos, don’t you think it’s too soon to be sharing a house? I know we're doing the same thing here, but... we’re surrounded by family, and it's a little different."

“Hey, you got me all wrong. I’m not asking you to buy a house, share one bedroom, and all that. I’m talking about sharing an apartment but each one has their own room”

“Please, elaborate.”

“So, we move to an apartment with two bedrooms. We spend a lot of time together whenever we’re not deployed, and, you know, we do things together: watch TV, cuddle on the sofa, eat takeout for dinner, play video games, you name it.”

"I like that," you say, your mind racing with images of all the things you could do together if you shared an apartment.

“I know. But the best thing is that, whenever one of us wants some time alone, we have separate rooms. If one day everything is too overwhelming for you, you can go to your own bed, or kick me out of yours, and enjoy some precious alone time.”

“I can do that in my own apartment.”

“But you won’t be able to have cuddles whenever you want,” he counters.

“Yes, I can. It’s called a cuddle call.” You explain, seeing that there’s something else he’s not saying. The real reason why he doesn’t want you to have your own apartment. “Roos, just say it.”

He inhales deeply. “What are you gonna do when someone knocks at your door?”

You surely haven’t thought about that yet. Just the idea makes you breathe quickly. It wouldn't be the first time a neighbor came knocking in the middle of the night. What will you do? Pain and fear will become bearable in the future. You’ll be able to live a normal life without having to feel the claws of fear closing tightly around your throat, cutting off your breathing. Someday you’ll look back and think of this as a memory.

It would take time, though.

For now, you’re accepting Rooster’s offer. You know he’s not implying that you need him. He’s just offering to be there in case you want someone to help you in a bad moment.

Building a relationship based on need is the biggest mistake you can make. And he knows, too.

“Okay, let’s move in together,” you whisper, having so many feelings at the moment that you’re not sure you can identify them.

Maybe this is a complete mistake. Maybe it’s too soon to even think about living in the same place. Maybe it’s just the right thing to do.

But the smile on his face and how he tackles you to the ground in the biggest hug ever known in history makes you believe that maybe it’s not a bad idea after all.

Christmas Eve goes by with you almost being kicked out of the kitchen. You didn't realize what day it was until Sarah and Becca began to cook all types of Christmassy meals, including some of your favorites.

This week has been an absolute mess. It started with you and Rooster being forced to share a bed. Now he's asking you to share a house with him. A home. A simple yet effective way of beginning a life together. Even though this life began years ago, after the car accident. You're just been too blind to realize that the love you were looking for was not in front of you, but at your side, at the F-18 that always flies with you. He's always been there.

Rooster's playing with Jesse next to the fireplace, holding a tiny figurine of Chase, the police pup, in his big hands. You take a picture with your phone, looking at his fond smile and loving eyes. He's going to be an amazing dad, like Goose was. He might not have been there long enough for Rooster to remember him or for you to meet him, but you two know him.

Iceman, Slider, and Maverick had made sure to tell you the type of man he was. He was loving, not only with his wife and his son but also with his friends. He loved them as a family. Maverick was a brother to him. That's why he’s Rooster's godfather. Goose was also attentive, caring, funny, and brave.

He was the type of person you don't meet often. The type that goes too early, leaving an empty space too big to fill, even harder to ignore.

You've never met him, but you know him.

And you know that he's looking at his son right now, knowing that he would be a better father than he was.

You set the picture as your lock screen, admiring the pure love embodied in one single picture.

Then the phone rings. A video call from Phoenix.

"Love of my life, there you are!" You smile when you see her tired face. Tired means the mission was a success, and she's safe.

"Look at that face. You're literally glowing. Have you fu-"

"There's a kid here, Nat!" You whine, Rooster whispering something in Jesse's ear, the kid is leaving the room in a second.

"The kid has been secured," Rooster says, sitting next to you on the sofa, his arm resting on your shoulders while he waves at your friend. "Hey, Nat"

"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire, you two are in love. With capital letters."

You look at each other, his shy smile making you giggle. "Well… maybe a bit"

"I talked to you a few days ago, how can this be real?"

"Well… A lot of shit happened with Solo," you mutter, shivering when his name slips from your lips. Rooster hugs you closer, kissing your temple.

"Does he know?" Phoenix inquires, her eyes wide as she realizes you're referring to the monster in front of Bradley.

You nod, looking at Bradley's hand. His fingertips are drawing small circles in your arm, a comforting, grounding touch you are grateful for. "A lot has happened. I'll tell you someday"

She looks worried. "Is she okay?" She's asking that question directly to Bradley, not you.

"She'll be okay. Just needs a bit of time." Rooster reassures you both.

"Is this why you're asking to change stations, Bradshaw?"

Rooster freezes when Phoenix’s words register in his brain. The fingers that are caressing your arm stop moving. A change of station?

"You're doing what?" You don't look at him. It's almost unbearable.

"Let me explain, Thena," he says, kneeling on the floor in front of you, his eyes searching for yours, even though they're lost.

"So it's true," you whisper, the phone falling from your hands into your lap. Nat silently hangs up, a guilty expression on her face. "You want to change stations. You asked me to live together this morning, and now you're probably moving across the country."

There are tears in your eyes, so many of them that Rooster is just a blur. You blink, teardrops on your cheeks, as his hand approaches your face. You flinch away.

"Don't touch me."

He has been giving you reasons to believe that he is going to be with you… forever, if he can.

You're the only person I want to fly with.

The only way you're getting rid of me is when you say you don't love me anymore.

Was that real? Was any of it real?

"No, no, no, love, look at me. Please, look at me, it's not what you think." He begs, tears of his own falling silently.

His hands cup your face. His touch, a warmth so welcome a few seconds ago, now burns; it suffocates you. Have you become Icarus in this timeline? Have you tried to be so close to your personal sun that now it ignites your skin? Melting it. Hurting in the most painful yet delicious way. His calloused hands, the physical depiction of his so-called love and respect for you, now leave aching goosebumps in your skin. It brings comfort and grief at the same time. These are the hands you want to be held in—the same hands that have betrayed you.

It's too much.

"I said don't touch me!"

Rooster backs away from you, his hands open and held in the air as if he were surrendering to the enemy. The rational part of your brain wants you to stop and listen to whatever he has to say. He had never given you a reason not to trust him, right?

Well, he tried to pull your papers.

He knew that you loved him. He heard your confession.

He didn't say anything about it; he made you believe that he didn't hear you, that he didn't love you.

He had been acting like a dick ever since.

He came up with the fake dating idea knowing that you loved him.

He asked you to share a home with him.

And now, as if nothing that has happened between the two of you matters, he's asking to leave.

Asking to leave you.

Who's the enemy here? You, for running upstairs and locking yourself in the bedroom? Or him, for lying and betraying the little trust you had left in him?

He's at the other side of the door, your name falling from his lips as a litany. You know he’s trying his best not to knock on the door. You thank him for that, but it only makes you pack your things faster.

"Thena, please. Talk to me."

You tune him out. If you don't hear him, he's not there. He can't hurt you. Not anymore.

You've been broken too many times this week. But this? This is the final blow. You are packing your things, as if every cloth were a piece of your broken heart, collecting them in hopes that, with patience and lots of work, every single piece will fall into place.

The Uber should be here at any time. You take a few breaths before opening the door. You look at the floor, however. You can't look at his face.

"You're gonna move and let me go. You're not gonna look for me or ask about me. And if someone asks where I am or why I am gone," you raise your eyes, making eye contact in an ephemeral moment of bravery, "Tell them how you've been lying to them for a whole week and how you ended up lying to me, too."

You leave him standing in that hallway before running downstairs, leaving the house with tears in your eyes and a little boy crying out for you to come back home.

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bibbumblebee · 9 months

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Starting a fic when I should be working shhh don’t tell anyone….

I headcanon that Phoenix is actually quite intelligent, but just inexperienced and thrown into a legal system that was the exact inverse of the system he studied in law school. Now that The Dark Age of the Law is coming to a close, and Edgeworth is back in LA, I feel like more “standard” processes get implemented into court proceedings. Not perfect, just present.

Anyway, Phoenix defending a stage actor, anyone???

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“You seem busy,” Edgeworth said, gray eyes falling on the subpoena in Phoenix’s hands. “Proactive, even.”

Phoenix ignored the jab and glanced over the dates of production at the bottom of the form. One week. He knew he wasn’t giving Kings County a lot of time to produce the records, but it wasn’t in direct violation of Rule 17, and he didn’t have the luxury of a one-month production window. If he didn’t get the documents within a week, he’d be going into trial blind. Well, blinder than usual, anyway.

He signed the subpoena and the accompanying notice with a practiced flourish and sighed. “Proactive, huh? Desperate, more like.”

“Blackquill’s got you that up against the wall, has he?”

“Huh?” Phoenix stood and grabbed his jacket, slinging it over his shoulders. “Oh, the LeMaster trial. No, Athena’s covering that.”

A smile ghosted across Edgeworth’s lips. “So confident in your argument you sent in your associate?”

“Yeah, actually,” Phoenix said. “She’s more than capable of putting Blackquill in his place, and you know it.”

In response, Edgeworth checked his phone. “We’ll be late to Trucy’s show if we don’t hurry.”

Phoenix grabbed his papers and followed Edgeworth out of the office, two steps behind him as they went.

“If I may,” Edgeworth asked once they were seated in his car, “what is that subpoena for?”

“Production,” Phoenix said. “A new case came in today, and something about it seems off.”

“Since when does a case you accept not feel off?”

“This is different,” Phoenix said, thinking back to the phone call he’d received that morning. “This one just feels...tampered with.”

Phoenix noticed Edgeworth’s hands tighten on the steering wheel. The car surged forward with a sudden burst of speed before Edgeworth realized and edged off the pedal. “Which of my prosecutors is assigned to it?” He asked, voice tight. “If I find out any of them have tampered with evidence in order to make this case play in their favor, I will personally see to it to have them dismissed. We’ve spent far too long trying--”

“Edgeworth,” Phoenix said, cutting across Edgeworth before he could build up into a proper rant, “it isn’t anyone at your office. It’s outside your jurisdiction. That’s what worries me.”

Edgeworth’s hands didn’t release their deathgrip on the wheel, but his breathing did relax some, Phoenix noticed with relief. “It just shows how much work we have left to do.” A pause. Then, “How did the case come to you?”

“The suspect requested me specifically,” Phoenix said. “He wouldn’t accept anyone else.”

“How flattering.”

“Too suspicious to be flattering,” Phoenix said. “I’m meeting with him tomorrow, first thing, but something tells me nothing about this process is going to go smoothly, especially since there’s an outside jurisdiction involved.”

“And the subpoena?”

“I’m asking Kings County to produce any and all documents pertaining to the prosecution,” Phoenix said. “I can’t get anything on the victim without a court order, which I don’t have...yet, but I need something to go off of.”

“I must admit,” Edgeworth said, “that’s rather unlike you.”

Phoenix chuckled and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I’m dealing with an unknown attorney,” he said. “And I don’t want to make the same mistake twice.”

“Right,” Edgeworth murmured, voice barely audible over the purr of his car’s engine. “I understand.”

“I know you do,” Phoenix said.

* * *

Phoenix sat down across from Ariel Spector and studied his client closely.

On stage, Spector cut a terrifying figure: tall, broad, with square features and a thick neck. He bellowed his notes, loud and confident, echoing through the theatre. Off stage, however, he seemed drawn, disbelieving, and truly indignant as to why he’d be suspect in this situation. Phoenix noted the jut of his chin, the way he kept fidgeting his thumbs, as though trying to undo an invisible knot.

Phoenix sighed. “Hi, Mr. Spector. I’m Phoenix Wright, defense attorney-”

“I know who you are,” Spector said, sticking his chin out. “I requested you.”

“Just a formality,” Phoenix said, quickly flipping open his notebook and pulling a pen from his pocket. “Why did you request me?”

“You’re the best, right?” Spector leaned forward till his nose was nearly touching the glass partition. “You’ll find out the truth behind what happened.”

The truth. The knot of unease loosened in Phoenix’s stomach somewhat. At the very least, this wasn’t an Engarde situation, where he was used to try and get a not-guilty verdict, whatever the cost. Spector didn’t want off just because. He wanted the truth, which Phoenix knew would invariably get Spector off. Because why else would he demand the truth over innocence?

“The truth, yeah,” Phoenix said, nodding. He held his gaze with Spector for a moment before glancing down. “That’s my job. Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“You don’t know?” Spector asked.

“Let’s just say Kings County hasn’t exactly been…forthcoming with information,” Phoenix replied. “I want your version of events.”

Spector leaned back in his chair and swept a hand through his wavy black hair. “Well, where do I begin?” The tone of his voice, thoughtful and low, alerted Phoenix that this could very quickly turn into a monologue.

“It all began six months ago,” Spector began, and his voice dipped lower. He stuck out his hand and swept it across an invisible horizon, inviting Phoenix to imagine a mountain range or rolling vista. “I had just gotten cast as the Phantom in the Freiderick Cain production of The Phantom of the Opera. It was my first truly big gig. Sure, I’ve done Jersey Boys, City of Angels, that sort of thing, but this…this was the big time. I accepted right away, without even meeting the rest of the cast prior. Truthfully, I’d only heard their names before.”

“No one else you knew was in this production?” Phoenix asked, marking that statement in his notes with a small star. “But you’ve been in several productions, and Broadway is big, but it isn’t that big.”

“Not a soul,” Spector said. “Cain said it wasn’t an issue that I didn’t have rapport with anyone. In fact, he seemed rather pleased.”

“Why?”

Spector shrugged and brushed invisible lint off his shirt sleeve. “Not a clue. I didn’t ask. It makes no difference to me, you see. I got the role.”

Of course, Phoenix thought. Spector got what he wanted, so why would he care. Still, it was strange. Phoenix wasn’t sure how just yet, but he knew something stood out there, and he’d do all he could to figure it out. “What happened to the person who played the Phantom before you came along?”

Spector stiffened and then immediately laughed. Phoenix thought it sounded rather forced. “Him? Oh, he was just done with the role. Cain said he left to audition for Old Deuteronomy. Cats, you see-”

“I know,” Phoenix said. He gave a tight-lipped smile. “Don’t worry about that. So he left for another production, sounds normal enough. What happened once rehearsals started? Did you and the cast get along?”

“Swimmingly!” Spector said. He winked at Phoenix then, as though he was vying for Phoenix to believe him.

“Mr. Spector,” Phoenix said with a sigh. “You don’t have to audition for my trust. Just tell me what happened.”

“We got along fine,” Spector said. “Oma and I didn’t really get along, but she’s rather…in-character all the time. It got a little annoying.”

“That’s…”

“La Carlotta,” Spector said.

“Fitting.” Phoenix marked down Oma’s name in the margin of his notes. “What about you and the victim, William Way? Did you get along?”

“Of course! He and Summer and I were friends!” Spector sat up straighter in his chair then. “We spent weeks together. Months, even. We’d get dinner together. I’ve been to Will’s flat for pizza. He asked me to marathon Mad Men with him. If we hated each other, why would he do that?”

“So you didn’t kill him?”

“Of course not!” Spector’s voice echoed off the walls in a baritone panic. He shoved his knuckle in his mouth and bit down to stifle the sob that wracked his body. “I didn’t do it, I didn’t kill him. I would never- I could never- he and I were friends. I’d never do that to Summer.”

“I believe you,” Phoenix said, pleading with his eyes for Spector to understand. “I’m going to have to ask some questions that may unnerve you or make you uneasy, but I need you to be honest with me, okay?”

Spector nodded, raking his hand back through his hair again nervously. He licked his lips to wet them and then took a deep breath. “Okay. Ask away.”

Phoenix clicked his pen once more and tapped it to his notepad. “Start,” he said, “at the beginning.”

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #pwaa #bibbs is losing it again #am writing #my fic #ace attorney fanfiction #just the beginning #art major phoenix

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clementine-writes-things · 1 month

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(Don't have a good title for this yet)

Summary: Edward finds himself in Arkham after being found out by Gordon. During his time in the asylum, he finds himself having an admirer. Let's just say the admiration is one-sided. THIS IS THE FIRST PART. ITS SHORT BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IF YOU GUYS LIKE IT.

Content Warning: Explicit language, mentions of homophobia, parental neglect, trauma, sexual assault, gender dysphoria. Reader is in late 20's like Edward, Autistic!Reader, Hyper!Reader. Reader is AFAB. Reader is non-binary. Pronouns for reader are they/them. Reader presents feminine. Idrk how to explain it, but because of the readers trauma, they are very hyper and sometimes immature. They still act like an adult, but they feel safer just being spontaneous yk? Lol. Also, y/n gets in trouble a lot because of their hyper nature. I really wanted to make the asylum like an actually asylum. Like when they thought they could cure gayness lmao. Edward is an asshole at first and basically their relationship is like if Edward found a dog in a cardboard box on the street. He doesn't want a dog, but he feels a need to take care of it. Ykwim? Lol. PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE THINGS!

Here is an idea of y/n's personality/background:

Hyper

Has adhd and autism

SA victim

Parental issues raised in abusive household

in arkham for multiple murders

PTSD

you'll figure out the rest hehe...

(Ya'll I cooked so hard making this character. I fear I ate and left no crumbs.)

Songs for inspiration:

mos thoser - food house (this song is basically what y/n's thoughts sound like)

LET ME SEE YA MOVE! - Lumi Athena

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

YKWIM - Yot Club

Bag of Bones - Mitski

Pretty When You Cry - Lana Del Rey

Dumbest Girl Alive - 100 Gecs

The Lobotomy - Maebi

Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain

Murder in My Mind - Kordhell

READ BELOW CUT

Wails and screams echoed off of the cold walls of the 'recreational room'. If one could even call it that. Even when it is bright and sunny outside in the middle of the day, it still felt cold and dark in the room. In the entirety of the asylum. The rec room is sectioned off from the hallway by a chain-link fence. It did a great job at making the inmates feel like wild animals. Sure, a lot of them did horrible things, but they were still human and still had mental illnesses. Even a sofa would be nice. Just a little more comfortability.

"Hi!" A voice chimed.

Edward looked towards the direction of the voice, breaking him out of his thoughts. He had just been put in Arkham around a week ago. If he wasn't insane already, he definitely was after being here. The food here was disgusting, he was almost convinced that it was just sewer sludge. And the rooms were nothing to write home about. The pillows were flat and as stiff as a rock. Which, Edward never knew was possible. But hey, it is Gotham after all.

"What do you want?" He huffed.

The person who had come up to him looked to be a young girl, around his age. Maybe two or three years younger.

"Well, I heard about ya before you came to Arkham! You like riddles and the color green, right?" The girl asked excitedly.

He raised an eyebrow, but nodded.

"That's a very simple way of saying that I nearly blew up Gotham Central Train Station, framed Jim Gordon for the murder of Officer Pinkney, and murdered 3 people, 1 accidentally. But sure. Yes, I like riddles and the color green."

"That's cool! My favorite color is pink because it reminds me of flowers and cotton candy. Do you like cotton candy? I loved cotton candy as a kid. Not so much anymore but if someone gave me some cotton candy and said 'Here, have some cotton candy.' I would definitely eat it!" She rambled.

Edward stared at her, a look of annoyance and surprise on his face. He never knew someone could talk so fast in all his life, without even taking a breath either.

"Uh huh...yeah cotton candy is great I love getting cavities. Who are you?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"I'm Y/n!" Y/n stuck out their hand.

Edward rolled his eyes, grabbing y/n's hand and shaking it. He found their hyper nature to be irritating.

"Charmed. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get back to reading my newspaper." He said.

Y/n frowned slightly, but nodded. Silently, they sat across the table from him, looking over both of their shoulders. A lot of the inmates here didn't like y/n. Like most people, they got annoyed with how hyper they were. But, y/n couldn't help it. That's just how they were. Edward noticed how y/n sat across from him and he groaned mentally. He couldn't get a moment of alone time anywhere in this place. After a few moments, the gate to the rec room squeaked. Turning around, y/n saw Prof. Hugo Strange. They immediately put their head down and covered it with their arms, as if they thought they were hiding. Edward looked up, noticing this. He narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"Y/n, you know I can see you." Hugo stated blankly.

Y/n shook their head from underneath their arms. Small groans and whimpers could be heard, albeit muffled. Hugo rolled his eyes.

"Don't make this difficult y/n. You know we have to do therapy sessions every day."

"No, I don't want to.." They mumbled softly.

Hugo scoffed and snapped his fingers, pointing down to y/n. Within a matter of seconds, two guards grabbed y/n's shoulders and yanked them off of the bench. Y/n let out a blood curdling scream, kicking their legs in the air. Edward's eyes widened and he sat in his spot, unsure of what to do or say.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! DON'T FUCKING T-TOUCH ME!" They screamed.

Edward watched as the guards dragged y/n out of the rec room and down the hall. The entire time y/n was kicking and screaming, tears welled in their eyes. Hugo clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Such a troubled young girl. You'll have to excuse her behavior. She's even more insane than you, Mr. Nygma."

Without another word, Hugo left the rec room, closing and locking the gate behind him. Edward scoffed at the very thought of Hugo thinking he was insane. But, he was also curious as to why he said y/n was more insane. From what he had seen, y/n was just a hyper person. Nothing insane about that. Even though he had just met y/n, he was very curious about what was happening. Call it morbid curiosity. Edward looked back down towards his newspaper, skimming over the headlines, frowning as he saw Jim Gordon on it.

Some time had passed after y/n left the rec room. Well, taken is probably a more appropriate word. It had been around 45 minutes give or take. Edward had gotten his lunch from the cafeteria, now sitting in his specific spot in the rec room. Hearing chuckling, he looked up from his....mush. Two guards, seemingly the same ones who took y/n, were walking towards the rec room. Opening the gate, they pushed y/n in and locked it afterwards. Swiftly, they walked away.

"Another session, another lesson! Has y/n learned from her past transgressions?" One of the inmates chuckled.

Y/n mumbled, sitting on the ground. Slowly, they stood up, legs shaky. Face stained with tears. Ignoring the inmate, y/n looked around, seeing that everyone in the room had lunch. Sighing they looked towards Edward, eyes widening and a small smile spreading on their face. They sat down across from him and looked at him, despite what happened in the past 45 minutes, y/n's eyes were bright. Edward took a bite of his food and looked up at y/n. He was curious, he was always curious. Bags were under y/n's eyes, obvious tear stains on their cheeks. He decided not to ask about it. He barely knew y/n. And he didn't want to know.

Y/n remained silent the whole time, not saying a word. It was as if all the energy they had earlier was drained from them. Edward found this to be very peculiar. He glanced down at the table, realizing y/n had no food.

"Where's your lunch?" He asked merely out of curiosity.

"I don't get food if I don't cooperate. Hugo says it rewards bad behavior." They said blankly, as if it was the most obvious thing.

Edward froze mid bite, placing his fork down on the tray. He stared at y/n, waiting for them to say it was a joke. But they never said that. He rubbed his temples with his fingers, groaning. Rolling his eyes he grabbed his bread roll and held it out. Y/n stared at him, not understanding. He groaned even louder.

"Just take it." He ordered.

Y/n softly grabbed the bread and looked at him again, slowly eating the bread. Edward started to eat again, noticing that y/n's legs were swinging underneath the table. Once y/n finished eating, they began to fidget.

"Thank you.."

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#writers #fanfic writer #writers of tumblr #fanfic #gotham #the riddler #edward nygma #dc universe

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dickarchivist · 4 months

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Throwing this in here late, so if y’all don’t get to it I understand (I understand if you skip any of them!) but I just woke up and was wondering what everyone’s sleep positions usually are? Or sleep habits entirely.

Love and hugs (for all that want them)

Dax'Malkin, smiling softly: they sleep so silly.

I find that Ghost sleeps best in a twist, his legs folded as if laying on his side, but his back nearly flat. I've seen him switch sides and listened to his spine crack all the way up.

Ghost: it feels amazing.

Dax: I'm sure it does my sweet boy. Your brothers, they sleep much different than you.

Phantom sleeps with his hands folded over his belly, as if he were in a coffin. Halfway through the night once of his arms will go over his head, and his knees will bend. Sometimes, he'll cross one leg over the other, sort of like if he were sitting at a table. About 10 minutes before he wakes up, his body will go back to its coffin like position, and he'll awaken.

Phantom: I do not...! Do I?

Athena: yes you do, unless I'm with you. Then your legs stay down, and one arm goes around me!

Phantom: huh... I'm a weird sleeper.

Dax: not as strange as Wraith. He starts off on his belly, arms tucked under his pillow, and slowly lifts his bottom into the air by tucking his legs underneath himself- leg, I should say. His one leg goes under him, but since he lost the other, the replacement doesn't abide his nighttime A frame pose. If his higney isn't in the air, his legs form a figure four, and one arm is incredibly straight.

Wraith: I-- like a toddler???

Dax: mmhmm, yes, I suppose tots do that. Vann slept like that when he was small... >ahem< but the twins, they sleep rather normal if they weren't in sync with each other.

Banshee and Specter both hug pillows when they're not in the same bunk, holding each other. But what makes this strange, you see, is that if they're in their separate bunks, they toss and turn in sync with the other, as if searching for each other. And they always face in the opposite direction, mirroring one another, and if you viewed this from above, lining them up, Banshee and Specter will always be holding one another.

Banshee and Specter look at each other, then bump fists with a single nod.

Dax, chuckling: never a closer pair of brothers I've seen. Little Hena, she sleeps like a star when not tucked into the side of one of us. All splayed out without a care in the waking world, yet when close to one of us, she latches on, head on our hearts, arms around our chests, secure.

Athena: Master Dax'Malkin doesn't sleep a lot, or very well. When he does, he has to sleep in a net hammock because of the spikes on his back. He has nightmares a lot, and he doesn't tell us of what. Sometimes, though, Master Dax falls asleep meditating. We like to put stuff on him to see how much we can get him before he wakes up.

#from the archivist #grave squad clones #clone oc banshee #clone oc ghost #clone oc specter #clone oc phantom #clone oc wraith #jedi oc dax'malkin #jedi oc athena bello #asks for grave squad #take it to the grave nye 2023

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gayandbifiremenofmine · 1 year

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Late Recovery blogging

Yes, I'm thinking about how Wendell's watch reflected the sunlight on the flashback

Tamara, I need to hug you and make sure you're okay. (Also, Tamara is in a striped shirt, idk if it means anything but 👀)

Maddie number one big sister in the world, if she loses the polls it's because it was rigged

I just know that being between the Buckley siblings in a hug would fix everything wrong with me

Bathena, you are everything to me.

Buck's smile when Hen enters his loft 🥺

Pretty good after being called cowboy and fighting the urge to use the good ol' "save a horse, ride a cowboy" line huh

Connor WTF... I know you might be anxious but you seem frightened

OHHHH domestic Madney 🥰🥰🥰

BUCK IN EDDIE'S HOUSE WHERE HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE YES! (got to where my streaming stopped yesterday)

Tamara calling ohhh fuck :((( I want to to hug her and protect her from everything and everyone

Bobby's trauma I'M NOT THAT STRONG

Ohhhhhhhh yes baby Buddie kitchen scene!!! Shooting talk oh yes yes yes

Buck being sincere with Eddie 🥺 Eddie's growth 🥺🥺

Okay, Bobby omg DAMN

These guys are so fucking evil

TAMARA WHERE ARE YOU????

Oh IT'S A TRAP OH NO NO NO

They SET THE BUILDING ON FIRE WHAT THE HELL KILL THEM

AND THEY'RE TRYING TO FRAME BOBBY I'M GONNA KILL THEM PERSONALLY I'M GONNA DANCE AND PISS ON THEIR GRAVES

This lady is better not be doing what I think she's doing.

Oh. Okay. She's smart.

Oh Tamara my baby :(

Wendell's so sweet I wish we had more of him :((((

I don't want to see them suffer

I need this lady to die. Like DIE die. Slow and painful. She's so fucking horrible I hate her. And she's trying to blame my baby Tamara? Oh, no lady, this won't fly here.

They turning into each other HAH

Dr. Salazar, your hand in marriage please!

I'm not gonna be into too much detail but water's symbolism has a lot to deal with change and adaptability, like how it fits the shape of whatever recipient it's stored in...

I love how Bobby really is dad shaped to everyone he meets

Maddie and Buck you're the loves of my life

But I need to know the rest of Buck's list

Bobby becoming the sponsor, I'm so happy I was right 🤩

Athena being there for Bobby 🥺 I want what they have

#911 fox #911 spoilers #evan buck buckely #bobby nash

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a-d-nox · 2 years

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Hello,In reference to your Medusa Post, What does it mean when someone has Scorpio Medusa in the 1H?

hello! i did receive your other ask and i expect to pop that one out in a few more days because others have asked similar questions (planning to answer all the questions at once)!

BUT this one i will give a similar run down for everyone regarding placement questions (not particularly just you, oldsoulinanewera, or the asteroid in question). everything in a chart matters! scorpio medusa in 1h is a great start but, in all fairness, is not the complete picture. i don’t know the degree, if it has other aspects, if there are planets in your 1h as well, etc. all this should be kept in mind when asking questions about your placements - the astrologer is only as good as the information that they are given. i personally am not a fan of glossing over an asteroid and it’s placement in a chart because if it’s important to you guys it’s important to me! i want to give every ask and asteroid as fair a shake as i can. my goal is to have everyone reading my post say “huh, i learned something” or “that makes sense to me.” so please, everyone, keep in mind that all information about an asteroid is good information. even the stuff you guys are hesitant to share is good information because it serves as a reflection tool. people may be hesitant to share “scary” aspects (venus-pluto, mercury-neptune, etc) and it’s really the stigma behind them so you have to ask why you don’t want to share the information… why it bothers you… all things in life are meant for reflection and you can’t do it right if you don’t have all the information!

ANYWAYS, back to your question, oldsoulinanewera, which i plan to answer with what i was given.

scorpio medusas tend to insight a lot interest in those around them - like medusa running the temple before her transformation. people came from all around because they found her presence alluring. many people described her in a mystical and mysterious way (her hair danced in the wind, etc - lots of personified attributes). but on the downside of this placement, you may attract a lot of enemies and negative reactions similar to athena blaming medusa for how others reacted to her.

1h medusas like the scorpio placements for medusa (it’s a pretty hard core mashup with just these two placements alone), get a lot of hate from people who may not even know them that well. athena assumed that medusa was purposely attracting men to her temple to distract from her place among the gods (all those people were supposed to be worshipping athena, not medusa). but medusa was completely loyal to athena and didn’t realize what was up until it was too late and she was already being punished. and all because athena reacted before asking medusa why she was spiting her (perhaps if athena used her wisdom in this moment, medusa wouldn’t have turned into a monster and been killed by perseus). you may relate to that part of the story because you likely experience negative reactions when people don’t even know you. people may be a bit grabby around you as well (check out poseidon’s asteroid placements in comparison to medusa’s to confirm). on the plus side you may have really nice hair, a stunning face, and piercing eyes. you may also have a magnetic personality and be quite seductive without even trying.

hope this helps!

a.d.

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dragonmuse · 1 year

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This proves, once again, that I cannot do anything without a firm deadline (or two). A bout of covid in summer and a couple of long road trips and train rides meant I got through many more audio books than I usually would. So I'll limit myself to my favourites here and give a short teaser each instead. Just because I really want to. Hope that's alright.

To Night Owl from Dogfish by Holly Goldberg Sloan and Meg Wolitzer. Avery and Bett are both 12 years old and live with single gay dads. That's excactly everything they have in common. Otherwise they couldn't be more different. Only now their dads have decided to fall in love and to send the girls to the same summer camp so they can get to know each others as "new sisters". This cannot stand! A reverse Parent Trap, if you will. Utterly hilarious and very heartfelt. Also the most realistic 12yo I've come across in fiction ever, I think.

The Strange Case of the Alchemist's Daughter by Theodora Goss (Part 1 of the Athena Club series). When Mary Jekyll's Mother dies, Mary is left with no family, a lot of debt and a household staff she'll have to let go. When she comes into possession of a bank statement in the name of "Hyde" she is reminded of the cruel Mr Hyde who used to work for her late father and the high reward set for his apprehension. So, as one does when faced with mystery in Victorian London, she enlists the help of one Mr Holmes and the good Doctor Watson. You know how in gothic literature women are usually sidelined to wives, daughters, victims or monsters? Well, this is their story. And by "their" I actually mean "all of them"'s story. Readers of "Dracula Daily" will also encounter familiar names, especially in the second book. Brilliant, brilliant series!

The Fetch Philips series by Luke Arnold (of Black Sails fame), starting with The Last Smile of Sunder City. My current obsession. Detective noir novel set in an urban fantasy setting with a twist. Very cool world building and character development.

Identitti by Mithu Sanyal (translated from German by Altal Price) Nivedita's life is turned upside down when superstar postcolonial and race studies South-Asian professor Saraswati - her supervisor, mentor, idol and crush - is discovered to be actually… white. One of the most brilliant books I'v ever read, I think. A very, very darkly funny take on identity, race, academia and finding a place in the world. It makes you constantly go "Come on, the case is crystal clear now!", only to make you go "Huh. Or not." two pages later. You will also learn A LOT.

Now.. saving the best for last. Stories Beneath our Skin by Veronica Sloane. I will not give a summary here, because that simply feels too weird. But I loved it so damn much! This was my comfort while I was in bed with covid for over week. The found family dynamic reminded me quite a bit of Becky Chambers' books, and I mean that as the highest praise. I listened to it before Smut Nights became a thing so I was a bit suprised by the steamier bits, but that is in no way a complain ;) Can recommend it highly to anyone following you here!

Thank you for this reading program! It was a lot of fun! And thank you, just, for everything I guess!

omg omg you read my novel? I am torn between joy and wanting to hide under the bed. Just as a note to anyone who reads it now, please know I don't think it's cool for white guys to have dreads. It was really ridiculous that I wasn't aware of that in 2013.

I actually HAD to write the smut bits back then because the press (now defunct, hence it being self-published at this point and quite messy) required a certain steam level for novels.

AND MY MOTHER READ IT. She called me her 'little pornographer'. Truly a dark day.

But uh, being compared to Becky Chambers makes me want to ugly sob because I love all of her books very deeply, thank you.

And I love all of your reviews, my TBR list is now longer!

ANYWAY, please excuse me experiencing all my emotions at once, on to

YOUR POEM:

I wish I were a bonsai tree

so carefully tended

to be coaxed and trimmed

taking on a perfect shape

Would that I could give such peace

just by growing my tiny leaves

and reaching for the light

To be loved like that

for myself alone and the things

we make together

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wrestlezon · 2 years

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aew rampage 9/30/22 liveblog containment zone

dawdled too long picking out grocery store sushi so im like a full 20 minutes late. livebloggin for reals this time tho i got iced tea and everything im amped

acclaimed vs butcher and the blade vs private party

nooo so mean to butcher and the blade dont diss them and their band ;o; us watching caster hold his leg up for the tag team move: lmao?? very excited to see the acclaimed have a new special move: dick and ball destruction its supposed to be a scissor thing but still lmao its nice seeing private party and the butcher/blade wrestle again their little back and forth was pretty cool

backstage with the firm

the gunn club are being sassy backstage. mean to ftr etc etc oh theyre gunnin for the acclaimed huh! we want mjf to interact with max caster soooo bad but

backstage with jade

oh shes so mad. jade on fire oh no its vickie...... oh!!! nyla vs jade!!

lee moriarty vs fuego del sol

dark moriarty is here lmao fuego also has a dark mask. dark fuego its been a while since ive seen fuego. im a fan of the luchas. i also like fuego because he is a silly jobber guy

backstage with hangman and dark order

uno and 10's new masks... i dunno if i like them LMAO maybe i just need to get used to them. they are spookier than their usual ones thats for sure oh no andrade is here causing trouble again. a 10 vs andrade match, mask vs leave-aew-forever? i guess we're gonna see 10's hot face on tv now seriously. he is pretty cute if youve seen him on the wrestlevlogs the firm being catty gossips!! causing trouble! i love ethan page and im glad hes causing trouble with stokely now instead of... dan lambert seriously. what a huge upgrade.

help this ep is moving too fast i cant liveblog it well enough. the iced tea isnt enough. though its probably because im skipping the commercial breaks. thats valuable typing time im missing out on

willow nightingale vs jamie hayter

oh HECK yes now this is the match i was waiting for willow :)c whoaaa jamie hayter's outfit looks soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good omgggg GIRL YESSS FIGHTTT VIOLENCE why are they not giving willow nightingale all the contract money >:( i hope it is just because wlilow doesnt want a contract and not the other way around. you never know whats goin on behind da scenes AOUGHGHHH NO!!! NOT THE RAMPAGE COMMERCIAL JUMPSCARE DURING THE JAMIE/WILLOW MATCH!!! anyway im enjoying this match. i think theyre gonna make hayter win to push her which sucks because i really like willow ;o; dont make willow job all the time!!!! noooo willow lost... it makes sense.........

warjoe video promo

warjoe is a pretty cute tag team name tbh! also man how cool must it be for wardlow to be tagging with the legend samoa joe.......

in ring promo with ryan nemeth

"not from Philadelphia" LMAO his titlecard tagline hook is here to save us from ryan nemeth heel actions murdered oh! the trust busters are here... are they trying to recruit hook... no way

swerve video promo

its kind of funny/weird how everyone is like "swerve is really really mad about that whole acclaimed thing guys" meanwhile not a primary source in sight, not a word or even a v/o from swerve like true he IS too busy doing cool guy stuff and its not like theyre gonna send a video/audio team off da clock but still

moxley/hangman video promo

:)c yay!! cut a promo against each other LMFAO THE END... "hangman youre in moxley's hometown btw" "aw fuck"

prematch promo with the dark order vs andrade

john silver: "yall are kinda obsessed with 10 lately and its p. creepy btw." that means a lot coming from john silver of the dark order. theyre experts on being creepy perverts alex reynolds and john silver rule. i love the dark order

(upcoming match announcements)

yay!! mjf vs yuta! ohhh!! toni athena willow vs britt baker serena ohhh!! pac vs trent!!!!!!!! TRENT PROMO!!! "and when you hurt one of our friends, we gonna hurt you. we do it legally though. because we're nice boys" the best friends should always be doing promos. rip to the aew editing team but its true and should be happening

john silver vs rush

big fan of john silver the meat man. i hope he wins against rush having him lose and then 10 lose back to back would make me Quite Cross >:( (i mean... theres no way they kick andrade out of aew...) little doc sampson makin sure everything is up to order as rush beats up john silver in front of him tussling around the timekeeper's table nooo!! trashcan move!!! hey if youre gonna do a "the refs need to be more STRICT about THINGS" bit just to get eddie kingston a results-reversal at least be consistent!!! though im pretty sure remsburg is the most lenient of the refs... noooo! john silver lost!!!! im getting preemptively mad!!

i literally did not recognize evil uno in a hoodie. the new mask and him not having his trademark outfit on threw me so off. "who is this yet unknown member of the dark order" i thought hangman!!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hes defending his friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH I JUST REALIZED WHY EVIL UNO AND 10's NEW MASKS THROW ME OFF evil uno's has a half-color split (like 10 used to have) and 10's now does not i do like 10s mask style (i think the slade look is better than what he had before) buttttttt this throws me off maybe thats why i dont like their new masks... hmm

#livezon

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significantfoliage · 2 years

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911 S2 E9:

- Hen used to be in pharma? Interesting. She doesn't seem like much of a sales person

- I don't think pharma companies were permitted to wine and dine doctors after 2008?

- OH FUCK, I forgot a Hen flashback/history would include her shitty ex!!!

- the rolls and butter on their table are making me have a Mad bread craving

- MAAM PLEASE DONT BURN YOUR WIG IN THE SINK, YOU WASH DISHES THERE

- why is there no one greeting her. Hm. Wait. Go back to no one, this guy's fucking annoying.

- CHIM!!! CHIM IS HERE!! THANK GOODNESS!!!!!!

- PRE NICKNAME CHIM!!!

-.....wait Chim and Hen have been at the 118 longer than Bobby? Why is he in charge?

- Chim acting as an insult translator is sad and funny.

- okay at least Bobby brings better food to the table. Also OBSESSED with how they've dressed down the station to make it look more 2000s and less late 2010s BUT SOMEHOW KEPT THE FRIDGE WITH A WINDOW SCREEN

- this house looked massive from the outside, does it really only have one bedroom?

- I expected a lot of thing but the mudslide was none of them

- "to fetch a tide" just say getting a hose please

- HELL YEAH HEN ATHENA MEETING

- bruh please don't have an oppression stand off

- huh it felt like the captain was going to have a half decent moment but. Nah. Or course not. Moments like this with Bobby and typically Buck tend to work cause Buck needs a father figure and Bobby isn't an asshole.

- wait is this gay fire fighter still around???? I want to meet him holy fuck

- okay dramatic scenes like this are fun but there's absolutely no way it would yield any results

- I just. Kinda hate when the writers add these speeches. I get it, it's a show. But they're always just. Kinda bad.

- fuck you, don't give the captain a slow clap of her speech

- damn, Chim and Hen solidarity forever I love them

- still so weird to hear Howie lol

- they're crying buddies!!!! 🥺🥺🥺

- Sal seriously looks like a knock off dean Winchester

- wish the colleagues (other than Chim) had defended her in person but I'm glad she's got someone on her side

- aaaaaand fucking narration

#911 #911 fox #signi watches

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Hi, Eve

Rose here from yesterday, thank you very much for the Birthday message, I wasn't expecting you to read it let alone reply but I was looking for Coops kids Birthday fluff specifically. It doesn't matter if you don't have time however as I don't want to be a bother.

Hello Rose, and happy (belated) 20th birthday! Sorry for the wait--I really wanted to get this one right to celebrate such an important number. I hope your day was absolutely fantastic! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Stella is an OC

Combined with asks for Sirius lightly making fun of Remus' accent and Remus yelling at a game show (@nazar4114)

“Medusa!” Stella shouted with all the force in her thirteen-year-old lungs. Remus leaned forward on the couch. “Medusa!”

The front door opened with a creak. “I’m h—”

“Yes!” they cheered in unison as Nicole answered correctly. Remus turned and gave Stella a double high-five, feeling his heart squeeze at the vivid joy on her round face. “Good guess.”

“I knew she was gonna get it,” Stella said with a pump of her fist as she turned back to the show and folded her legs underneath her.

“Gonna,” a familiar deep voice mimicked from the doorway. Paper bags rustled before footsteps stopped behind the couch; Remus tilted his chin up without sparing a glance, and Sirius pressed a laugh-laced kiss to his cheek before dropping one on Stella’s head as well. “You sound too much like your dad.”

“Love you, too,” Remus said wryly.

“I’ll take ‘Myths and Moths’ for 400, please.” Nicole’s voice snapped his attention back to the screen, and Stella narrowed her eyes.

“Daily Double!” the automated voice announced. Stella gasped; Remus bit his lower lip. “This mythical shield was wielded by Athena, and is sometimes said to be made of goat skin.”

“Aegis,” Stella whispered, then raised her voice. “It’s the Aegis, Nicole. You know this.”

“We know you do,” Remus said, scooting forward. “You just guessed whose head is on it.”

Nicole’s buzzer went off with two seconds to spare. “What is the Aegis?”

“Hell yeah!” Stella whooped.

Remus turned to her and raised his eyebrows. “Excuse you.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you two going to do this the whole afternoon?” Sirius asked from the kitchen, obviously amused. “We might need to get the neighbors some noise-cancelling headphones.”

Stella blew a dark lock of hair out of her eyes as she flopped her head back. “It’s almost final Jeopardy, papa. We have, like, ten minutes.”

Sirius blinked at her, then shook his head. “I swear you two share genes.”

“Ope, you caught me,” Remus said over the noise of the commercial break. “When I was 20 and had literally never left Wisconsin, I went and had a secret kid in Maine who looks terribly like you just so that someone would watch Jeopardy reruns with me thirteen years later. Oops.”

“It’s the truth,” Stella said with great gravity. “I remember.”

“Mon dieu,” Sirius muttered, though he couldn’t keep a smile down. He had never been able to hide around Stella, not once in the three years since they had adopted her. It was one of the things Remus loved most about him. “By the way, nobody under the age of fourteen is allowed in the kitchen for the next…hour. Ish.”

Stella squirmed around until she could rest her arms on the back of the couch. “What if I get thirsty?”

“I’m sure you can invoke birthday privileges and ask your dad to get something for you.”

“Birthday privileges?” Remus scoffed. “Nobody in this house has a birthday today. Yours was last month, and mine’s in March.”

“It’s my birthday,” Stella said.

“What? No, it’s not.”

“Yeah-huh.”

“Your birthday is in June.”

“It’s today.”

“Or maybe July?”

“It’s today, in December, when there’s snow,” she insisted, throwing herself back against the pillows. “Come on, dad, that’s not funny anymore.”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Is somebody too old to find their poor old dad amusing now? Can you go back to being twelve so somebody will laugh at my jokes again? I know, I know, we're super lame compared to all your friends’ parents—”

“So lame,” Sirius agreed from the kitchen.

“—but I like to think we get one more year of pre-teen cuteness before the teen angst takes over.”

Stella sat up again with a groan. Looking at her, Remus saw a mix of himself and Sirius that had always baffled him, considering they had adopted her comparatively late in her life; beneath it was something uniquely Stella. Maybe it was her double-jointed elbows, or the board-straightness of her hair next to their curls, but there was no mistaking that she was her own person through and through. He loved that about her. “I’m not going to be a terrible teenager.”

Sirius poked his head around the edge of the kitchen—his nose was adorned with a smudge of flour. “Can I record that for future use?”

“Non.”

“Ooo, using the French,” Remus hissed. “That transformation is already beginning.”

“It’s not like you were bad teenagers, right?” She settled upside-down on the couch with her flamingo-patterned socks high in the air.

“I almost convinced Grandma to let me dye my hair blue, but otherwise I was pretty good.”

“I was terrible,” Sirius laughed. “I didn’t talk to anybody for a solid three years.”

Stella frowned. “How? I think I’d die if I did that.”

“He’s stubborn,” Remus stage-whispered.

“I heard that.”

Stella suppressed her laughter as best she could, but she was about as good at hiding her emotions around them as Sirius was. She didn’t really giggle—the amount her voice had deepened over the past three years always gave Remus whiplash—but her laugh had the same cadence as it did the first day they heard it. While Stella had been quiet at first, it only took love and time to bring her out of her shell. Within a year she settled into their lives like she was always meant to be there.

A thoughtful look crossed her face. “This is my last year before high school.”

“Does it feel different?”

“Not really.” She paused, then shrugged. “And a little. I don’t feel older. It just feels like there’s stuff I won’t get to do anymore.”

“And a lot more you will get to do.” Sirius left his dishtowel on the counter before joining them on Stella’s other side. “You can drive soon, you’ll get a longer curfew, you get more freedom…”

“I guess.”

“What are you going to miss?” Remus asked as she toyed with the hem of her shirt. It was a basic Lions FAN jersey; he was fairly sure she bought it to be ironic. That, and she only wore one of theirs if she was upset with the other, or if one needed a boost at a game.

“I dunno.” A few beats of silence passed. “My classmates. My team. It feels like everything’s going to turn upside down.”

“You can still keep in touch with your friends, and I bet your team won’t be too different,” Sirius said quietly. “Even if it does, that doesn’t mean you have to give all of them up. People change in different ways. They come and go on their own time.”

“There’s going to be a lot of upside-downs over the next couple years, kid.” Remus offered her a smile. “But you’re going to be just fine.”

“You two sound like such dads right now.”

“This might shock you, but that’s because we are.”

The corner of her mouth tugged up and she lolled her head to the side to look at Sirius. “Is the cake done?”

“Fifteen more minutes.”

“Will you watch final Jeopardy with us?”

“What’s the category?”

“US Presidents.”

Sirius exhaled through his nose, but nodded. She grinned and turned herself upright to snuggle against his arm. “You just enjoy watching me lose.”

---------------------------

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Sirius called from the kitchen.

“On three,” Remus said, raising his phone camera. “One, two, three!”

“Happy birthday to you,” over a dozen voices sang. They were off-tempo and so out of key the composer was probably spinning in his grave, but Stella’s clear joy didn’t waver for a millisecond even as her cheeks reddened. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Stella, happy birthday to you!”

Finn, of course, dragged out the last note. So did Leo, Logan, Kasey, James, Lily, and Talker in varying degrees of awful harmony attempts. It was terrible, and beautiful. “Make a wish,” Sirius said softly as he set the cake down and stepped back. His eyes were the brightest quicksilver Remus had seen in many moons.

Stella closed her eyes, took a breath, and blew as hard as she could—the entire room erupted into cheers when all the candles went out. She was laughing and blushing at the same time when Remus turned the lights back on, though the humor won out in the end and she helped pass plates of cake to her many aunts and uncles. Like every year prior, Regulus managed to smear a bit of frosting on her chin, only to immediately deny it with great offense when she noticed. It was becoming a bit of a tradition—one that Remus never grew tired of.

I know what I would wish for, Remus thought as he looked around the table at their patchwork family. Celeste, Dumo, and his own parents had no doubt spoiled their first grandchild with ‘cusp of adulthood’ gifts, and Natalie and Lily would certainly steal her away after cake for some girl time. Finn and Logan would remain the fun uncles while Leo and Regulus kept their thrones as the cool uncles; Stella would interrogate Jules on the intricacies of high school for at least an hour before they destroyed everyone in a snowball fight. The world they built together had a place for everyone.

I would wish for this. This, for us, forever. It wasn’t a bad eternity to imagine.

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #coops kid #stella #lions #regulus black #my fic #fanfic #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #birthday party

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pennylanefics · 3 years

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future - isaac lahey

a/n: i wanted to write something short and sweet where you and isaac just talk about your future and this is what happened :)

•••

“have you ever thought about the future?” isaac wonders as you two lay in his bed together. both of you had a long last week of junior year and now it’s over for the summer.

“not really. kind of scares me.”

“how?” isaac strokes your cheek with his thumb and his fingers rest on your neck.

“if i were to plan for something to happen, like say i want a certain job, and maybe by a certain time in my life or a certain age, it’s going to crush me if i don’t accomplish it. i want to take things day by day.”

“understandable,” isaac smiles. “have you ever thought about if you’ll be married, have kids, or any sort of stuff like that?” this time, you smile, and scoot closer to your boyfriend.

“yeah. i want two kids, and a cat. maybe a dog, but maybe a second cat.”

“what kind of dog?”

“norwich terrier. never been a huge fan of big dogs.”

“of course. so, two kids? what would you name them?”

“if it’s a girl, i’d name her margot. and if it’s a boy, river.”

“some unique-ish names,” isaac chuckles. your cheeks heat up and you shrug in response.

“kira, allison, lydia, and i had a girls night and once it hit midnight, the conversation got a lot more personal, and the topic of baby names came up.”

“oh really? is that what girls do at sleepovers?” a giggle escapes your lips and you nod.

“pretty much. what about you, huh?”

“what about me?”

“baby names for the kids you want?”

“unfortunately, i don’t have a list, yet. but i’ve always loved the name athena.”

“that checks out since you’re really into greek mythology,” you respond. isaac blushes and casts his eyes down between your bodies.

“i mean, when the time comes, i’ll be more into picking names for children, but, like you, part of me is worried about it.”

“why?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion. isaac sighs and sits up, bringing his knees up and locking his arms around them. you push yourself up as well and wait for him to continue.

“i’m terrified of turning out like my own father. and my mother died young, so i don’t exactly know what it’s like to have a real family. but i’m so scared of history repeating itself and not being able to emotionally be there for my child.”

the quivering in his voice broke your heart. your hand comes up to rub his back softly.

“hey, i know you’ll be an amazing father. i know you will do anything in your power to prevent what happened to you, i know you will do everything to protect your children. with the way you protect me, it’s no question you’ll be a great dad.”

isaac’s head turns to you and he grins. you two stare at each other before isaac leans closer to you and kisses you deeply.

“i love you,” he whispers. “so much.”

—

“is she finally eating?” isaac steps into the nursery, where you sit in the rocking chair, feeding your daughter, athena, a bottle.

“yeah.” you sigh and rest your head against the back of the chair, smiling up at isaac as he comes to stand next to you.

“maybe she’ll finally settle down for the night.” you nod and stare down at her. a couple minutes pass before she pulls away from the bottle and stirs in your arms.

“here, i’ll take her,” isaac says, grabbing her from you. “go get ready for bed, it’s late.”

“thank you.” you head back to your room and change into a t-shirt of isaac’s, forgoing shorts, and climb into bed. soon after, isaac returns, with athena still in his arms.

“she wants to fall asleep with us,” he chuckles, cradling her.

“that’s fine for now. but when she’s out, put her in the crib in the corner.”

isaac hands her to you for a moment and joins you under the covers. once he’s comfortable, he takes her back and lays her on her stomach against his chest.

“i never thought this would be my life,” isaac whispers, almost in a dream-like way. “having a daughter with the most beautiful woman in the world, moving in a much better direction than i thought was possible with how much i went through. and i can’t thank you enough.”

you turn on your side and caress his cheek, then moving down to athena’s back.

“you’ve gone through hell and back all your life. and with recent events, you deserve to have all the happiness in the world.”

“and thanks to you, i have the two most important people in the world right here. i will love you for as long as i live, and i will protect both you and our athena.” you can’t help but tear up at his words. after being with each other for so long now, he still is so sweet, romantic, and makes you cry out of love.

“i love you so much, isaac,” you whimper, kissing him sweetly, his smile eventually breaking it.

“i love you and our daughter just as much.”

#isaac lahey #isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey x reader #daniel sharman #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

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mydiazboys · 2 years

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MARCH [TUWYAN]

The last thing Leah had expected when her phone was ringing was for it to be Hen on the other end, telling her that she needed to get to the hospital. Of course, it was late and she had already been asleep so it took a few times of Hen repeating herself before it clicked. And then she was getting dressed in the first outfit she could fit into, her feet just sliding into her sneakers when someone was at her door.

Eddie. Hen had also called him, and told him to pick her up. So they arrived at the hospital together, and they got the story from Hen. Chimney had been stabbed, he’d lost a lot of blood.

It didn’t take long for the trio to get settled into the waiting room, Leah was dozing off straight away, her body physically exhausted as well as emotionally. Eddie had her wrapped up against his side, gently rubbing her stomach as he kissed the top of her head. Hen was sitting near them, a cup of stale coffee in her hand as they waited. Waited for any news about Chimney.

“Hey, Hen, can you-?” He gestured to the snoozing pregnant woman against him, before he gestured to where he knew Athena had Buck sitting.

“Of course,” Hen nodded her head, taking the position of the Texan, and letting the woman snuggle up against her side. It was going to be a long night for them all, the least they could do was make sure Leah was comfortable in the last stages of her pregnancy.

When Leah awoke, it was getting light out and she found that she was snuggled against Bobby, who was also dozing now. A glance around, she saw that some of the 118 Shift B had replaced the Shift C ones that were now on duty. Eddie and Hen were snoozing, each having long nights themselves but any loud and sudden noise had them stirring. But she couldn’t help but realise that they were missing some key members.

“Bugsy?” She called out, frowning as she tried to twist her body to find him. “Maddie?”

“Lee,” Eddie breathed, hushing her softly as he was startled awake by her voice, moving to quickly tug her up against his body, rubbing her back. “Shh, it’s okay.”

“Where’s Bugsy?” She asked, frowning as she settled back down into his chest.

“He’s-” He frowned, because he realised that she had also called out for Maddie. Which meant she didn’t know. Maybe that was intentional, so she wouldn’t have added stress on her or the baby. “Lee, you know that- that Doug did this to Chimney, right?” He asked, looking down at her.

The expression that crossed her face was an answer, and the fact that she was now panicking. “He got Maddie?” She whispered, sniffling as he nodded his head, cuddling her close to his body once more. “Bugsy went after them,” she mumbled, stating it instead of asking. Because she knew Buck. And she knew he wouldn’t return without Maddie.

As the sun rose in the sky, the conversations picked up between different members. Telling stories about Chimney from before some of them were around, telling stories that Leah had been present for. It got around to Hen, and she was telling them a story about when he babysat Denny for her and Karen one time, and they were laughing out softly.

“We come home and find him asleep, shirtless, on the floor with Denny on top of him, a fan blowing at them, and the vacuum cleaner running in the corner.”

“Wow, uh, he went all out, huh?” Eddie mused, rubbing his chin.

“I’ll have to ask him for tips when this little one is keeping me up all hours,” Leah laughed softly, rubbing her bump where Baby Sterling-Diaz was kicking up a storm, like clockwork.

Her head dropped onto Eddie’s shoulder, as her eyes were blinking slowly. It was hard to stay happy for long, not when they were worried about Chimney and Maddie. His fingers rubbed her knee gently, before their hands were clasping together and fingers tangled together, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Reinforcements arrived, in the disguise of Michael and Harry. Hen got up to greet them, and Leah smiled widely at Harry as he went up and hugged Hen, before making his way around to hug her.

“Hey, monster,” she greeted him, rubbing his side as she looked up at Michael.

“Oh, Harry and I were out. I needed to get some coffee, then we thought you guys probably need some, too,” Michael explained as he handed out the different bags to everyone, the last one to Eddie.

“Ah, we haven’t met but I love you,” Eddie sighed happily, holding out his hand for Michael to shake. “Eddie.”

“Ah, Leah’s baby daddy?” Michael teased, sharing a look with the exhausted blonde. “Michael, pleasure.” He looked back at the blonde, humming. “There’s a decaf in there, just for you, sweetheart.”

“Michael, you’re the fucking best,” she announced, even though the cursing had Harry scolding her.

“For you, I try.” And the pair were laughing out together, as Bobby was joining them. Harry was offering him one of the bakery treats from the pink box.

“You check on Chim?” Hen asked.

“Yeah, he’s still in surgery,” Bobby explained, as he tucked his bear claw into a napkin. “It’s starting to feel like an annual tradition. Another hospital, another girlfriend not by his bedside, and me wondering what I’m supposed to tell him when he wakes up.”

“We’ll tell him the truth. Whatever that turns out to be.” A glance back at the pair, who were snuggled back up in the uncomfortable waiting room seats. Fingers tangled together on his thigh as he got her decaf coffee made to perfection. Hen raised her brow as she shared a look with Bobby, who nodded his head knowingly.

Shannon had arrived at lunchtime, with Christopher and a selection of pizzas. Upon seeing Eddie and Leah tangled up together, sharing a donut and just in general looking close, her sour mood had turned even more sour. But Christopher was excited to see the mother of his half-sister, instantly sitting himself next to her while Eddie got distracted with Shannon. Obviously, when the heavily-pregnant woman had to get up to pee, Christopher took that as his opportunity to seek out Chimney.

She sent an apologetic look to the Texan when he had returned with his son, who once again made a bee-line for Leah, getting himself snuggled up under her arm as Eddie returned to his seat beside Shannon.

“Have you decided on a name yet?” Christopher asked her, raising his head with his smile stretched across his lips.

“Not yet, me and your dad can’t agree,” she replied, reaching out to take the pack of cards from his backpack. “Wanna play?” She asked, brow raising when he eagerly agreed. “Okay, but I’m really good at snap.” She challenged, smirking as she got herself sat opposite him, shuffling the cards and splitting them evenly.

The pair would play for a while, setting down card after card with Christopher winning more ‘snaps’ than Leah, and to anyone watching, they could see she was letting him win. But they could also see that she was having the time of her life with the boy.

“Oh, hello, little one,” she said, gasping softly as the baby in her stomach became active after being asleep for a while.

“Is she moving?” Christopher asked, tilting his head.

“Yeah, you wanna feel?” She offered, and he scooted across, letting Leah take his hand and rest it against her stomach where the baby was most active.

“Woah, it’s like an alien,” he whispered, eyes wide. And Leah couldn’t help but laugh, because she remembered the first time she felt the baby move before the first big kicks, where she had let Eddie touch her stomach. She would have described it in a similar way.

Leah had no doubt that Christopher would be the most amazing big brother to his little sister, but a glance over at Eddie and Shannon had her wondering just how much time the half-siblings would get together.

#911 fox #911 #911 fic #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz x ofc #eddie diaz x oc #eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz fic #evan buckley #tangled up with you all night #bugsy and ladybug #IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #IVE BEEN STUCK AT WORK #AHHHHH #i should just queue up the next few months so i dont have to worry about it tbh #but alas #i shall forget

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jasontoddssuper · 3 years

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Hello! Hope you're ok <3

Can I request something for Percy Jackson?

Maybe jealous Percy x reader, where the reader has been spending a lot of time with another boy (maybe Malcolm Pace from cabin 6) recently, so when in a game of truth or dare Malcolm has to kiss the reader and Percy (who is also the reader's best friend?) snaps and does something like holding the tip of his sword to Malcolm's throat and says: "don't you dare"; so at the end of the game reader gets confused and slightly annoyed and confronts Percy, who gets angry because "this idiot doesn't understand I have had a crush on her since we met" answers not really politely, so it ends up in a fight, but then Percy loses his patience and lunges forward kissing the reader?

Can the reader be a daughter of Hades with she/her pronouns?

Idk if this makes sense

Thanks for spending your time reading this, have and amazing day

Also, remember to stay hydrated, and that you are valuable

Hi!I'm doing great!!Hope you are too💕Of course you can!I love this omg!And tysm!!!You too💖💖💖

Jealousy,thy name is Percy

Percy was jealous.How could he not be?You'd been spending so much time with Malcolm lately and even though you'd made it clear to the son of Athena that Percy was your best friend so he was top priority,he couldn't help but feel like he was loosing you.Then truth or dare happened at that night's campfire.

"Malcolm,truth or dare?"Annabeth asked and did she glance mischievously at Percy?

Malcolm chuckled."Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Y/n."

Malcolm blushed furiously and the 'oooo's from his siblings and the Aphrodite and Hermes cabins didn't help.

Percy gaped at Annabeth.She knew how he felt about you,he'd told her,and now she was doing this?What exactly was her plan?However,he didn't think about it further as he saw Malcolm walking towards you,Nico scowling at him fiercely from his place next to you.You didn't look entirely comfortable with the ordeal either so Percy took his chance.

Next thing Malcolm knew,he had Riptide's tip at his throat,being held by an angry son of Poseidon."Don't you dare."Percy snarled and the campfire was left in a stunned silence,especially you.

(Annabeth smiled smugly to herself,seeing her plan was working.)

After the game,you kissed Nico's forehead and told him you were going to talk to Percy.He nodded and went to bed as you made your way to the Poseidon cabin.You knocked on the door and Percy opened the door in his pajamas.

"Why did you get mad when Annabeth dared Malcolm to kiss me?"You questioned.To your surprise and hurt,Percy scowled at you.

"Oh,i don't know."His voice was dripping with sarcasm and you clenched your fists.

"What the fuck is your problem,huh?!"Skeletons started to rise out of the ground out of your anger.

"My problem is that you like Malcolm more than me,even though we've been best friends since we've meet!"He snapped.It wasn't true,he knew that,but he was too mad to listen to reason.

"That's ridiculous!Percy,i like Malcolm but i love you!You're my best friend!You're someone i-"You cut yourself off,realizing you were saying too much.

"Someone who you what?"Percy asked hopefully.Did you feel the same way?

"Nothing.It doesn't matter."You looked away from him,flustered,and he lost his patience.

He lunged at you,kissing you on the lips.You were stunned for a moment before kissing back.Percy walked backwards into his cabin and you closed the door behind you.

After gods knows how long,you both pulled back,panting and smiling."Percy,you're someone i want."You said,finally,finally.

"And you're someone i've had i crush on since we met."He admitted at last,making you smile and hug him.

And so,you slept in his bed with him that night,exchanging kisses and cuddles until you fell asleep.

#msmissinghome #percy jackson x reader #pjo #📘#askxaquestion

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abluescarfonwaston · 3 years

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Anyway this is @sapphire-wine fault so blame her.

Detective conan ace attorney au where Edgeworth gets reverted to the body of a child after he followed after two men dressed in black he suspected were a part of a smuggling ring. Gumshoe lost him and when Edgeworth woke up he was like 5 again.

Gumshoe finds him in a pile of his old clothes that he’s MANY sizes too small for now. But Gumshoe can’t afford to take care of him! And he Definitely cant go home. He can’t even reach the door handle! Luckily Mia, Wright and Maya are all at this theme park celebrating Wright’s first case win!

Gumshoe: Hey can you hold onto this for me for a second?

Wright: Huh? Sure?

Gumshoe: *Hands him tiny Edgeworth but in glasses and baby*

Wright: ... *Miles sweating bullets as Phoenix studies him* YOU’RE SO CUTE!

Edgeworth, master of being where the murders are gets Wright and Mia a Lot of work. Edgeworth is trying so hard to track down this smuggling ring and get his body back. Wright laments to... Tails (open to a better/worse fake name for Miles) that the man he studied law to met has suddenly disappeared. Phoenix and Tails share Wright’s bed the first few nights before they buy a second futon. Miles looks at him so sadly. Then Wright starts snoring and he looks less fond.

Miles regularly wakes Phoenix up in the middle of the night with nightmares. Phoenix cuddles him back to bed with all the Dad he will one day master. Talks to Mia about getting Tails into therapy because clearly that kid has seen some shit and is not handling it well.

Miles has to sit through first grade. It is a nightmare of children he does not know how to interact with (just like the first time!) and mind numbing boredom. (Just like last time!) Phoenix gets Many requests from the teachers to ‘just let the kids write his own reports please.’ Phoenix has no idea what they’re talking about.

He’s in a class with uhh Kay, Sebastian, Athena and Cody. They are very impressed by the fact he knows so much about the Steel Samurai and they make him watch the Jammin’ ninja as well. They solve kiddy cases as the Detective Kids. Sometimes these turn into murders/mafia/kidnappings. It’s Fine.

Franziska flies in to see her Father again. (Read: To look for her missing brother that she’s terrified her Father killed.) She is absolutely Brutal in court and Tears Wright and Mia apart. They manage to eke out a second day by the skin of their teeth.

Edgeworth sees her leaving. All rage and pain wrapped up in fury. Scrambles to remember what it was that kid called her that had her preening for Days.

“Hey Ms. Whip Lady!” Oh he was getting hit for that.

The hit never came. “... What is it small child?”

“Would you like to play chess some time with me?”

“... If you would like,” (I am so lonely here) “I suppose I could.” (I just want my brother back) “My little brother loves that game you know?”

“I do.”

Edgeworth sneaking into Lana’s office to find some key evidence about the smuggling ring. Gant Almost finding him. Badd searching for the same group. Shields returning and putting together who Miles is after like 0.5 cases with him and proceeding to almost blow his cover every single time they meet. Edgeworth questioning the system that corrupted him. Badd being Deeply frustrated people keep letting the 5 year old Tails run around the crime scene. (Gumshoe why are you letting this happen?!)

Miles learning that Kay’s father was killed by the smuggling ring to stop the investigation. That Athena’s uncle/brother was framed for murder by them. Realizing that Sebastian’s father is the head of the organization that attempted to have him killed (you thought it was a coincidence we went after you? You sniff around a little too much and Von Karma wasn’t moving fast enough) Cody is- well he’s just a very good boy with a camera and a love of the steel samurai and justice. Miles loves him very much.

Phoenix getting so desperate to just Know if Miles is alive or not that he asks Maya to channel him. (Mia already refused) Maya accidentally pulling Gregory instead and Gregory, lost and confused, comforting Phoenix.

Ema developing a ‘cure’ for his deaged state but unfortunately it only works for a little while. “Phoenix I-” Love you too. He wants to say. But their isn’t time. There is Never enough time.

Them all tearing down the entire smuggling ring and uprooting the deep roots of corruption in their system. The sword raised above the guilty chest of the corrupted and damned ready to plunge it in for one final victory over evil and madness-

When Von Karma kicks the feet out from under him.

And suddenly their whole case is falling apart because their Lead witness is suddenly pleading guilty to his father’s murder and there are so many voices demanding his guilt and so many more asking where Tails went- No one cared about Edgeworth. Edgeworth should just Die. Let him just die boy. Don’t make us force your hand.

Miles curling up that Same Exact way Tails does after an earthquake. Phoenix who was So ready to defend him realizing that Miles has been manipulating him for Months now and leaving the courthouse in a rage. Franziska holding her brother that she’s been looking for so long as his bones Melt back down to youth. A glazed eye boy taking the stand and confessing to his father’s guilt. Mia griting her teeth and not knowing how to proceed.

Von Karma demanding a verdict because It’s rather obvious isn’t it?

Franziska yelling out Objection! Standing against her Father. Shaking and demanding a fair trial for him. Protecting her Little Brother from her Father. From Papa with shaking hands.

(I spent the last months thinking you’d taken him from me once. I’ll not stand by and let you do that to me for Real)

He delaying the trial enough that Wright comes back. Them fighting side by side. The kids yelling out things that Miles taught them. The Ballistic markings Mr. Nick!

Coming together at the last minute to save Miles Edgeworth. Uncovering the truth and exposing the corruption of the system. Miles and Phoenix talking. I wanted to save you. You did.

Edgeworth taking the detective kids out for trips to the museum after its all over. Them being surprised how little their dynamic changes despite the fact he can now drive. He is still an absolute pushover but now he can buy them candy.

Lana and Mia reconnect over this kid they got very attached to (Miles vs Tails) and swapping stories and dragging him mercilessly. Maya dragging Edgeworth in his full adult glory to their (previously established) weekly steel samurai viewing party that Does take place in a mountain of pillows and blankets.

Phoenix sitting up late that first night that Edgeworth went back home and Missing. Missing all the space that was filled by another person. By caring for another person. (Shouldn’t it be a relief? Why am I so empty?) Mindlessly calling Edgeworth who answers because he can’t sleep even though he’s exhausted. (i don’t want to dream and wake up alone.) Come over Edgeworth. Edgeworth sleeping on the futon on the floor and Wright dropping his hand over the edge for Edgeworth to hold. Edgeworth not waking up alone.

Detective Conan au.

#miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #kay faraday #mia fey #maya fey #detective conan au #i'm not totally commited on the kids #maybe kay should be her normal age and we put someone else there. Pearl maybe?#and Kay comes back and gives Edgeworth alcohol to cure his cold and that's why he ages back up-#anyway #thanks SAPPHIRE #long post #writing

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