#or attempting to be even though he was a part of the seekers

[distantdarlings]

SPEAK OF THE DEVIL // t. nott

RATING: R / 2.6K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* During an after-game Quidditch party, Theo approaches you, intending on reconnecting with his on-and-off ex, you. You are not interested, at least, not originally. He quickly changes your mind, though, just as he always does.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! No protection - piv, Language, slight praise kink, fem reader, slight begging, slight resistance from reader at first, dom!Theo

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Half of My Heart - Josh Makazo

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The wind rushed against the Quidditch stands, blowing the team flags up and around the stadium. You gasped and ducked as one flew right over the Slytherin stands. Next to you, Pansy burst out laughing as you helped each other to your feet. It had narrowly missed her, as well. 

“That was insane!” she laughed. The two of you huddled together in an attempt to pool some warmth between the two of you, to no avail. It had to be close to below freezing. You wouldn’t be surprised if the sky started dropping snow soon, and with the blanketed, gray light overhead, you figured that would be happening rather quickly.

Around you, shivering students chanted a few cheers for the Slytherin team, ensuring that the shitty weather could never get them down. Even the Gryffindor team had dampened a bit, but not the Slytherins. A prideful smile beamed on your face. Pansy and you joined in the hooting and hollering.

Overhead, three green jerseys swooped downward, causing several students to duck again. You thought you heard a few professors gasp over the cheers. Once the players had passed over the students, you saw them split and tackle different sides of the pitch. This was a strategic maneuver to get the Gryffindor beaters away from their seeker so the Slytherin seeker could focus solely on catching the Snitch. Anticipation burned in the air as the tension between the two teams swelled at this tactic. Merlin, you loved Quidditch. Who didn’t?

And in a matter of a few minutes, the Slytherin players had successfully deflected the Gryffindor Beaters’ attempt to ward them off, sacked a couple bludgers toward their Seeker, and allowed their Seeker enough time to spot the Snitch and soar after it. By the time he had caught the small, golden thing and dived back down into the main part of the pitch, the roar of the Slytherin crowd was deafening. You could barely feel your fingers or toes, but you couldn’t care less. Slytherin had won, which meant that the aftergame party was going to be fun. 

The group of green-clad students began to pour out of the stands and toward the common room as the Quidditch players exited the field. Pansy ranted back and forth with you on the strategies used in this evening’s game. You laughed and teased the whole way back. The two of you had discussed outfits for hours after classes had ended today and, thanks to your obvious inability to remain realistic in your expectations, had set out your selected clothing for the party. In your minds, there was no way Slytherin wouldn’t win tonight, and you had been right. 

Once back in the common room, students were flashing up the stairs, running to grab their outfits and stashed bottles of firewhisky, amongst other stashed things, so generously donated by the Hufflepuffs. The two of you giggled as you made your way into your dorm room, quickly shutting the door behind you. A few of your other roommates had already returned and were changing. The group of you squealed in excitement, ramping each other up. You all had plans for the evening, ones that had been discussed over secretive shots the night before. 

Your plan was to find a bit of a distraction tonight. In the last year, you and your ex-boyfriend, Theodore Nott, had bounced on and off with each other. No matter how many times you had called it quits, you kept finding yourself back in his bed, beneath his strong, warm—

“Hey, come on!” Pansy shook you. “Get dressed!” You laughed along with her and began pulling your heavy winter clothing off. This was going to be a night to remember for all of the right reasons, not because of Theo. 

You selected the dress you’d reserved especially for this party and slid it over your body, letting it fall down the expanse of your hips. Pansy appeared behind you to zip it up, marveling at its gorgeous design: a small black thing with a high neck and no sleeves. Perfect for the evening, in your opinion. You slipped into the black heels you’d picked out last night and pulled a necklace over your head. It was silvered with an ornate snake carved into the charm at the bottom of the chain. Nothing wrong with a little bit of house pride.

“Okay, let’s head down!” Pansy announced to the others in the room. The small group gathered closer and filed out the door. You gathered the larger group of students in the hallway filtering through the passageway and into the common room. Like magic, it had transformed into a gorgeous scene of celebratory banners and music. You poured into the enormous amount of students, all dispersing randomly. Pansy squeezed your hand politely before briefly leaving you to go find someone.

You pushed through the crowd, feeling the bass of the music pound in your chest. Excitement built in your chest, pushing small pants out of your lips. Your mind was set on finding someone new tonight and the anticipation of getting to know someone like you had once known Theo made your heart flutter. Then again, no one had ever known you better than he had. His hands had traveled every inch of your body and learned you so personally as if he had sculpted you. 

“Looking for someone?” A sly whisper appeared in your ear. You shuddered at the feeling of the voice so close to you. You turned and came face-to-face with Theo. Speak of the Devil…You rolled your eyes and turned, intending to leave him behind. You weren’t doing this. His hand gripped your arm roughly, his eyes dark and needy when they found yours. Shit.

Your body slammed against the door of his dorm. You moaned loudly into his mouth as his hands ran smoothly up and down your body. Sculpting you, shaping you, just like always. Nobody’s hands compared to his. His fingers trailed up the outsides of your thighs, slipping slyly beneath the material of your dress. 

Suddenly, he ripped the material up and over your hips. You gasped at the sudden movement, hissing as he bit down onto your bottom lip. Your hand slapped against his chest as a blossom of pain spurted against your teeth. He mumbled a breathy apology against your mouth before resuming his previous activities. His fingers curled beneath the thin waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them higher and higher. The material of the undergarment pressed against your core, eliciting a spark of pleasure behind your eyes. Your hands tightened in his hair. 

“Mm,” you pulled away from his lips, “we shouldn’t be doing this.” You struggled to get the words out around his insistent kisses. Every syllable you spoke was lost against his rough lips, marking every inch of your own. “Theo, you know we’re just going to regret it.” Yet you didn’t stop kissing him back. You couldn’t stop. His taste, his touch, his smell…It was addicting, and pushed more heat between your thighs than anyone else ever could.  

“Tell me to stop, then,” he mumbled into another kiss.

“What?” His lips separated from yours and began to trail down your neck. The cleavage parted in your dress granted him just enough access for his teeth to scrape the soft flesh of your breasts. A silent moan parted your lips as you leaned your head back against the door. His large hands held you firmly in place. His head began to move past your chest. As he lowered to his knees before you, his fingers slipped into the sleeves of your dress, wrapping tightly in the material. As he dropped before you, he roughly tugged the garment down over you. You yelped as your chest was exposed to the cold air. Your dress remained scrunched up around your waist as one of his hands traced delicately over your clothed core and the other massaged your left breast. You couldn’t contain your moans any longer. 

“Teddy,” you moaned breathlessly, letting your favorite nickname for him paint the walls of the room. You never called him that unless he was pleasuring you in some way and, fuck, was he ever doing exactly that. 

You ground your hips against his fingers, trying to gather a bit of friction against yourself. Just as you’d come into contact with his perfect fingers, he pulled away. He smirked devilishly at the whine that fell from your lips.

“Should I stop, baby?” he murmured against your lips. “Don’t want you to regret me…” He laid an open-mouthed kiss to the outside of your left thigh, maintaining darkened eye contact with you. 

“No, don’t stop, please baby,” you begged, your hands curling in his hair. You tried to push him closer to you, to press his face to you. But you couldn’t, he was much too strong. 

He got to his feet, pressing his face closely against your ear, his lips brushing against you. A shudder fell down your spine as your knees weakened.

“Beg for it,” he whispered. He pressed small kisses to your jaw, reiterating he wanted to hear you beg until you finally caved.

“Ugh, please, Teddy,” you whined, bucking your hips against his, eyes rolling back at the contact it made. “Please fuck me, baby. ‘ve missed you so fucking bad.” A smirk fell on his face as he lifted you into his arms, wrapping your thick thighs around his waist. Your mouths found each other again and he claimed every inch of your tongue as his own. 

“Always miss me, baby?” he breathed into your mouth. “Think about this sweet mouth every day.” His hand gripped your jaw, holding it perfectly still. He walked the two of you away from the door and laid you against his bed, careful to set you down gently. 

“Raise your hips,” he instructed. You did so, allowing him to slip the rest of your dress off your body. The only thing left on you was your thin underwear, already soaked through with your arousal. You shook in anticipation as his fingers slowly glided against your naked thighs. Your bottom lip sucked between your teeth. They crush down on it until you taste metal, the reddened material painting your lips.

“So pretty,” he moaned, pressing his mouth to yours. His spit mixed with your blood, his tongue carving a new taste against you.

His hands, rushed and rough, tore through your panties with strong, mean fingers. You whimpered against his lips at the sudden action. The tips of his fingers slid against your core, tracing your wetness all around you. Your head pushed back, separating your lips.

“Turn around,” he said. “Now.” You nodded your head and promptly obeyed, flipping yourself over. His hands wrapped around your hips and yanked your ass into the air. Your teeth closed around your folded arms, trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum.

Behind you, you could hear him undoing his trousers and pulling them down. The bed creaked and shifted as he got to his feet and slid them all the way off. Your hips swayed impatiently, waiting to feel his touch again, desperate to feel it. 

“Please, Teddy,” you whined, spreading your legs even wider. You could feel the wetness from your core sliding down between your thighs, slowly coating his comforter. No one had an effect on you like this. 

It never mattered who you were with. If they had magic fingers, the perfect mouth, none of them compared to Theo. Traits as simple as his voice had your legs pressing together, from the very moment you’d met him. The very first time he touched you had been imprinted in your mind, tracing your eyelids every time you closed them. 

His fingers brushed against your entrance, sending shocks of fire through your body. You gasped and tightened your fingers painfully hard in his sheets. Merlin, this was where you were meant to be. Pressed into his mattress, inhaling his scent, his body claiming yours. Fuck, you were pathetic. 

His hands wrapped around your hips, carefully lining himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing himself into you. Sharp heat split through your body, carving a line down your abdomen. It had been a while, but you hadn’t expected yourself to be so tightened up. Your muscles tensed roughly until he bottomed out with a breathless groan. You relaxed into the bed, barely holding yourself up. He gave you a minute, then two, until you nodded your head, eyes clenched and wanting. The two of you knew each other so perfectly well, no words needed to be spoken. He knew every inch of your body better than you knew it, yourself. His tongue and his fingers and every part of him knew you better than anyone else and he took you as such. He began to move.

The feeling of him moving himself back and forth, traced every part of you from the inside to the out. Your lips parted in a silent scream, relishing in the sensation you’d missed so dearly, that no one else could recreate. You could tell he felt the same way. A brief glance back revealed a flushed, pleasured Theo; his lips parted, musical grunts leaving his throat, his eyes fluttering shut. You’d have never known what he looked like if you hadn’t looked back, because he tended to be the “big man” in bed, always doling out your pleasure and keeping face. He wasn’t such a big man, you realized smugly, you were the same drug to him, as he was to you. A particularly sharp thrust had shoved a scream through your lips.

His hands slid up from your hips and found your chest. He swiftly pulled you up and against his chest, his sticky skin melding with yours. His hips never faltered and the change in position had him hitting new parts of you. His lips were against your ear, whispering sweet nothings and kissing the areas surrounding.

“Feel good, baby?” he groaned. You nodded weakly. “Yeah, baby, yeah?” His pace fastened, the speed working you towards the end of all things. Your breaths came out in short, hot pants. His fingers curved over your chest, tracing the tips of your breasts, forcing your end closer and closer. You tightened around him at your fast-approaching finish. He groaned at the sensation.

“Mmm, missed this fucking cunt, baby,” he grunted out. “Always squeezing me so well.” His lips pressed to your neck, creating a tight suction with his teeth anywhere he could. The bruises he left there were going to remain for days, alerting all who spotted them that you were his and no one else’s. The thought was enough to push you over the edge. You came around him hard. 

The sensation of your finish pushed him against his, which he announced with one more whiny moan and shaking thighs. His hot release painted every inch of your insides, soothing the rough force with which he’d fucked you.

The two of you collapsed against the bed, side-by-side, and watched each other with heavily-lidded eyes. And once again, you realized, the two of you were back in the same position you always were. The regret hadn’t yet had time to bury itself into your stomachs, and the guilt hadn’t made its way to your hearts yet, but in the few hours after, you’d graced each other with immeasurable pleasure; that was your favorite. His thumb traced gently over your lips, shaking slightly with the afterglow of your love. 

#fanfiction #creative writing #fanfic #writing #reader insert #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #oneshot #slytherin #harry potter smut #theo nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #fem reader

[dragonagecompanions]

hello, this is my first request :) unsure if your still taking requests but I was wondering how the companions (maybe romanced maybe not) would react to finding out the Inquisitor has a dead kid? I think the only way the party would find out is in the fade via the fear demon, and then maybe the advisors find out on their own ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌

idk but I would be truly honored to see you answer this request, and even if not than thank you for reading over it <33

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WARNINGS For CHILD LOSS YOI HAVE BEEN WARNED

Cassandra: When the fear demon, gleeful in it’s telling of their leader’s loss, reveals the truth the Seeker is…well, there are no words. Forcibly she is reminded of how they swayed, pale and weeping, when she had said there were no other survivors. Guilt churns low and deep at her own words, a year and more gone now, throwing that fact in their face as accusation. Throwing such a loss in their face and then demanding answers.

Throwing a calling at their feet and demanding leadership, never knowing what a loss they struggled through.

She fights all the harder for them, as if every enemy batted away from them is attempted absolution. Cassandra Pentaghast thought she understood grief in all its facets, but what does the loss of older brother and parents- expected losses if come too soon- stand before the loss of a child? Maker, how do they still breathe through it?

When they are free of the fade, she approaches only to offer apology. If they wish to speak of their loss she will listen, but only then. She has forced enough from them.

Varric: Shit. Just…shit. Here he is, going on for months about how this story is bad for heroes and how the Inquisitor is the main character and blathering on, and never saw it. Never saw the aching grief, because it was never shown. The only example he has, or is at least intimately familiar with, is Leandra Hawk and his own mother.

And as the Inquisitor had never fallen into drink or taken to blaming whoever was closest to them for things outside of anyone’s control there had been no sign for Varric to catch on to. And it makes him feel…almost dirty. Stained with his own intentions, blithely going on while their leader had lost their kid.

He doesn’t bring it up to them, doesn’t know how, but Skyhold’s resident author is absolutely the own who tells Josephine as soon as they tumble out of the fade. That raven missive is a short and brutal telling, far from his normal goings on, and his guilt is manifold in it.

Solas: The Dread Wolf is not so unattached from the world as to not consider the losses suffered at the conclave, but for the most part -when he did turn his mind to them- they were mostly academic. A balance of power, and the loss of so many leaders among both chantry and mages a destabilizing force for his future efforts. Numbers laid cooly on a chart, beads on an abacus. The fortunes of war laid bare.

But more than one parent lost a child in that terrible moment, and siblings mourned. Children bereft, friends torn asunder, lovers left to weep alone for their loves. Listening to the fear demon enumerate the inquisitor’s loss magnifies the enormity of what happened, and though he will undoubtedly be the source of much worse for a moment the Dread Wolf cannot breathe.

It passes, of course, and when they leave the fade the rift mage dies his best not to carry those emotions out with him. This world is not to blame for his actions, for the destruction of his world, but he must restore it and so they must bear the cost. It is not fair to them, and it will be long months until he can be east about his plans.

In the interim, he dares to approach the inquisitor only once about their loss. He is there as a listening ear in the silence of his rotunda if they wish to speak of their sorrow. Or if they wish only a silent companion, he will direct the kindest spirits he can find to guard their dreams and remain at their side as long as he can.

Blackwall: Maker forbid. For a moment Skyhold’s would be warden is swamped by the images of Callier’s children, dead under tiny shrouds beside the ruined carriage at his command. Too many children fall victim to the machinations of their elders and with none to protect them from the fall out, but for all that most of Blackwall’s experience has been from the other side.

Being confronted with the parent who had lost a child, confronted with the knowledge that they had told none of them and had suffered under the burden alone was staggering. Damn it, they had all laid burdens at the Inquisitor’s feet and expected answers, demanded decisions and leadership in a word gone mad— and none had known what they had lost.

He doesn’t know what to say or how to act and instead channels everything into the fight to flee the fade. Rainier would be too much the coward to speak to their leader in the aftermath, but Blackwall- older and hopefully wiser from his own griefs- will offer quiet condolences and whatever aid he can. If they need to speak of it be will listen. And if not there is soft wood and chisel enough to grind out any feelings if that is what they need.

Vivienne: Children had never been in her destiny. As a mage, even one so elevated as to be all but free of the constraints of the circle, motherhood was forbidden to her. Any child of her womb would be sacrificed to the Chantry, given to a family deemed ‘more worthy’ to raise it.

And as a mistress, no matter how deeply the love between them bloomed, Bastian could never have given her such a blessing. He had children— an illegitimate child, and a mage child at that, would have been too great a weapon against him.

And so she had put it out of her mind, never allowed herself to consider or imagine what a son might look like, how a daughter might smile. To think of it would be a loss too great to contemplate—or so she had thought. Met with the active loss and overwhelming grief that their leader must feel, Madame de Fer is suddenly glad not to know how such a burden might rest on her soul.

Could she be so calm a leader as the Inquisitor, while bleeding out inside? Vivienne does not know, and that…well, terrifies her in a way little has. But she is not called iron for nothing, and so when all is calm again she will go the Herald and ask simply and plainly what she might do for them. If the answer is nothing she will abide by it. And if there is something that might in any way assuage their grief then she will ensure they have it.

Dorian: Well, that at least explains the Inquisitor’s uncharacteristically violent outburst, when Halward Pavus had made his way to Ferelden. Upon hearing the possible consequences of the blood magic ritual the Inquisitor had laid into the Magister, flaying with words when they could not use violence. Even the Pavus paterfamilias had seemed shaken by the diatribe, and Dorian had felt championed.

He is not so shallow as to feel betrayed by the knowledge of what terrible grief must have driven such an impassioned defamation of character, but can instead only ache for his friend’s loss. They must have been a wonderful parent, and in a quiet time later will gather his courage to tell them so.

Sera: It doesn’t really register in the moment, so great is her own fear of the Fade and it’s denizens, but later it will simply break the Red Jenny’s heart. Their leader lost a true little one, and still managed to bring themselves to protect the rest of the little people no matter their age.

Like Blackwall she will either offer distraction or uncharacteristic silence in comfort, baked goods an offering that feels too…personal for such a gaping loss. But her admiration for them grows exponentially.

The Iron Bull: Public, corporate grief is rare among the Qun. Not forbidden, exactly, but when everyone is given a role it also implies that every person is inherently replaceable in that role. As Koslun said, the tide rises and falls and things must work forward toward peace.

But the death of a child is different. Whether disease or violence or simple accident, losing an imereki is a tragedy. The Tamassran mourns, the others in their care mourn, and all those in the sphere of the lost one are permitted some little allowance for the loss. Things cannot grind to a halt- this is why parents are separated from children, to ensure the deep emotional bonds that are anathema to the Qun- but there is not simple acceptance without acknowledgement of the loss.

Not even that was given to the Inquisitor. It’s east to see the shock of the others even through his own fear, and the knowledge infuriates Bull enough to get him through the Fade. Their leader lost a child, and no one was there for them. Instead piled on the whole world and its imminent loss on their shoulders. It’s disgraceful.

Later, when Adamant is pacified and they return to Skyhold, he will pull them aside. It will be painful and it will be slow, and whether they need alcohol or pain or even the clinical breakdown that bondage and sex can only give-with their explicit consent- he will help them bleed the pain and begin the grieving process.

Cole: The pain was too big for him to help, the threads caught up in pain and joy and guilt and anger and terrible despair. He didn’t even have the words to describe it to others, and so had kept silent.

If they need him later he will help, but this loss is too big for a spirit unsure of how to act.

Cullen: Maker’s breathe. How could they…why did they not…Damn it, how could he not realize?! He had all but thrust the entire inquisition on a parent who had been robbed the chance to even bury their child, let alone mourn them.

Varric’s report rocks him to the core, and the commander in truth does not know what to do. If the rest of the inner circle has it well in hand he will simply work to make sure their leader has less in their plate. If they wish to discuss it with them, he is there and if not…

He hardly has the words anyway.

Josephine: She weeps over the missive, when it arrives. Their inquisitor has been hiding the worst of loses from them, putting on such a brave face to do so much. Like Cullen she works to make sure they have less to do when they return, but does pull them aside briefly to awkwardly hug them and ask if they want a memorial somewhere private in Skyhold.

Leliana: She knew. She knew from only a few days after, when her spies brought her everything there was on the Herald. And even The Nightingales Heart could ache for such a loss, but Leliana took her queues from the Herald and simply never discussed it. That does not change now— she will follow their lead.

Mod Fereldone

#cassandra pentaghast #solas #dorian pavus #varric tethras #the iron bull #sera #madame de fer #warden blackwall #cole #tw:child death #tw: loss #tw: death #cullen rutherford #josephine montilyet #leliana #dragon age inquisition

[robotnik-mun]

You know what still gets to me from Enter the Florpus?

This.

This one, brief moment with Membrane.

In this moment, in this exchange with Dib, you can see there's a lot going on in his mind. He knows what Dib wants to hear. He even knows what Dib NEEDS to hear, and some part of him even wants to say it badly, if only for the sake of his son.

But at the same time, he is Professor Membrane. A man of Science, and of principles- principles that cause him to see the world purely through the lens of proven scientific truth. Now, as the audience, we know for ourselves that everything Dib talks about is absolutely true, and more. But Membrane doesn't have that benefit… and even in a world where aliens, nightmare worlds and hog demons are real, paranormal research still attracts the same kind of grifters, attention-seekers and lunatic fringe that it does in real life. From Membrane's perspective, his son is staring down the barrel of a future that will have him as a social outcast at best and a criminally negligent scam-artist at worst. The kind of person who peddles theories about Atlantis and Aliens building Egypt on history programs.

Thus we see the conflict. This is his son's passion, and his son is all but begging for some kind of acknowledgement… but giving that acknowledgement would only help further cement what, from Membrane's perspective, down a path that will bring harm to Dib and maybe others. Especially with his endless insistence that the one, unfortunate green child is an alien… what if he ever accused the wrong person of such a thing?

Membrane WANTS to tell his son what he wants to hear. Membrane NEEDS to stay true to himself and his principles as a scientist… so he tries to find a middle path, and winds up saying basically the worst thing possible- an uncommitted not-answer that only leaves his son furious at him.

It's quite the leap from how he was in the series proper, actively belittling Dib's interests and not even attempting to stand up for him in front of others. To say nothing of his general distance and negligence as a parent, even though he DOES in fact care for his children. Invader Zim was an absurd and mean-spirited show that spared neither Zim nor Dib, and honestly I think that's a big part of why it endured for so long and what made its humor so memorable… but all the same? I do like that Enter the Florpus tossed Dib a small bone when it came to his family, and this moment is what really clinches it for me.

I dunno, I just really like this scene because of the layers I see to it, and its still my favorite.

#Invader Zim #Professor Membrane

[lavender-romancer]

The Astronomy Tower

Part Two Draco Malfoy x Potter Reader

Even though you were Harry's twin you led very separate lives, different friends, different focuses but one thing you had in common was that Draco Malfoy couldn't stand you. Or at least he acted like that…

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previous part

You were incredibly confused about the whole affair with Malfoy in the Astronomy Tower. He seemed so… different. It didn't seem like Malfoy at all. But you supposed that you didn't know him very well to make that distinction. Should you go back to the tower? Or was your place of solitude completely forfeited to Malfoy who was probably making fun of you throughout your interaction? The idea of never speaking to him again dawned on you, but after that night he wasn't such a dick to you.

For reasons Harry couldn't explain, you stayed at the potions seat next to Malfoy, you also no longer joined in when the golden trio would complain about him. You no longer seemed to have a seething hatred of him but an indifference that was dangerously close to becoming a friendship.

DADA classes were a neverending experience of boredom now that Umbridge had limited the whole curriculum to note taking. But one day, a small enchanted note landed on your desk, it was shaped like a bird. You assumed it was a charmed paper plane from Hermione, complaining about how bored she was or Ron, asking if you could use an unforgivable curse on him to end the suffering of this class. But as you carefully opened the bird, it was from Draco.

You didn't turn around to where you knew he sat, afraid all of it was a cruel joke he laughed about with his friends. All it said was, did I scare you off so easily? It felt like a challenge you were expected to rise too, which made you more inclined to ignore this attempt at attention just to frustrate him more. You could tell Draco was used to getting what he wanted and if you were going to be friends, he couldn't have the power in that regard. You decided that maybe being close to Malfoy wasn't as heinous as everyone thought it was. But, he was a ridiculous attention seeker...

When you didn't answer the question in his message he grew even more impatient. Furious at himself for letting his desires fuck with the better judgement of his head. But you were just so…he didn't know how to describe it other than a secret he wanted to uncover. How could you not understand that all he wanted was to be alone with you again and- No! He couldn't be thinking this way about a bloody Potter? No matter your pureblood status, you were tainted by the actions of your brother. Was it fair? Probably not judging from the ache in his stomach when he thought about never speaking to you alone again. He was only a fifth year, what did a little fling mean to him when he would soon be betrothed to a powerful pure blood?

He couldn't tell what the feeling was but he didn't like it. A fresh, scary feeling of happiness, a smile that crossed his lips after you had left him up on the astronomy tower. The smell of lavender as he got close to you, the stars in the night sky glinting in your eyes. You were so… there wasn't a word he could think of but he wanted to be around you, he wanted to be in your presence always. It was an immediate feeling of comfort in the way that you argued and teased one another. What was happening to him? He was going soft, obviously. But Draco did something that night when he returned to his dormitory, he smiled and thought of you looking happy.

Two weeks after your accidental meeting with Malfoy you decided he might have given up on meeting you again. You returned to the Astronomy Tower under the cloak and when you got to the top you couldn't see him. One part of you sighed in relief but the other half made you feel more disappointed than anything else. After you walked over to the balcony and began looking out, a finger tapped you on the shoulder and you cursed to yourself, assuming it was professor Sinastra. But as you turned, Malfoy was grinning at you.

“But how did you-.”

“You really can't be as clever as you think if a simple disillusionment spell fooled you.” he raised an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes.

“Just because I wasn't on the lookout for someone watching me doesn't make me stupid.” You turned back to look at the stars, undeterred by his presence (or at least you pretend you were).

“I can tell you're annoyed.” Draco leant on the balcony with his forearms, looking up at you with quite a sweet smile.

“I'm trying to ignore that you're there, Malfoy.” you said through gritted teeth as you committed to hating him even though you were slowly realising you didn't.

“Did you like my bird?” He asked, looking down at the black lake.

“It wasn't the worst way to be flirted with.” You said back in a sudden urge of confidence you didn't expect.

“Flirt- it wasn't flirting!” Malfoy protested and you cocked your head at him with a smile.

“Awh, all embarrassed? Wait till my father hears about this.” You replied mockingly, he surprisingly didn't look embarrassed but challenged.

“Well, I'm glad to see you've been listening so intently to what I say. Already in love with me, are you?” He returned the mocking tone and you narrowed your eyes.

“If I ever fall in love with you Malfoy you'll know, because the earth will have disappeared.” you shook your head and returned to look at the stars.

“Can you see Orion up there?” He asked, pointing.

“Whereabouts?” You tried to look in his eyeline but couldn't quite make it out.

“There!” He exclaimed pointing in the same place.

“And how do you think doing the exact same thing will help me!” You replied angrily, wishing you had never asked.

“It's just,” he stood up and moved behind you. You could feel his presence so close to you now that your fight or flight felt like it was kicking in. But you stayed put, you-on some level at least- wanted this.

Draco delicately touched your head and turned it to where he was pointing, then repositioned you from your waist. It was confusing for the most part, his hands stayed at your waist and were still there as you both looked at the constellation.

“Beautiful, isn't it. I assume you wouldn't expect me to have a love for the stars but I do. Helps me escape from everything when I can imagine how far away they all are but still choose to show up for me.” His voice was nearly a whisper by your ear as your eyes grew wide. Malfoys hands rested on your waist now, not moving but seemingly more comfortable.

“I-” your voice cracked like it had shorted a circuit and your eyes went even wider. You cleared your throat and took a step to the side, looking at the floor. “What time is it? God, that's late?” you began to step backwards and nearly sent a telescope flying off the tower but caught it just in time. Not however, in time to stop yourself from falling over. Malfoy took a step forward to help you up but you scrambled to your feet.

“It's not that late?” Draco said calmly and you didn't know how to argue with him on that.

“Since when do you love the stars?” You asked, hoping it would be a good enough diversion.

“I was formally introduced to astronomy at Hogwarts but always loved looking up at the stars more than down at what was here with me. Down here is so boring. The stars can do anything, turn into multitudes of things. But we're stuck.” He turned away from you and leant on the balcony again. You weren't sure whether to approach him or escape.

“When did you become so questioning about humanity and the world?” You asked, slowly walking towards the balcony. Draco scoffed-

“You imagine me to be so vain and uninterested with the wider world?” Draco turned his head to look at you with eyebrows furrowed.

“No, I just… well maybe I do think that.” You paused, thinking about how best to proceed.

“It's quite alright, if you were concerned. I'm not so fragile that it would knock me for six.” Draco smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Such a drama creator, aren't you. Want me to buckle under the pressure of the Malfoy gaze hmm?” You were next to Draco now. Leaning your forearms on the balcony, your shoes almost touching.

“Can't be too kind to a Potter. You'd think I was going soft. A bit of playful manipulation couldn't hurt.” He rubbed his hands together and blew hot air on them.

“Playful manipulation is an interesting way of describing a bully.” You said quietly, almost to yourself but Draco heard.

He didn't comment on it. He just gripped the wooden balcony hard enough for his knuckles to go white. Is that all you saw him as? The two of you stood in a tense silence for a few minutes just looking at the sky before Draco sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I should be heading back.” He said with a half smile walking around the platform.

“Oh, alright. It's been nice talking to you.” You had no idea if that was genuine or not because, at this point you were half loyal to protecting Harry in these conversations and giving Draco the benefit of the doubt.

“Really? Sure I'm not just a bully?” He asked in a spiteful manner you were expecting, his eyes narrowed.

“I- uhm,” you paused. “Well you have bullied people.” You took a step towards him.

“You don't seem to care enough to avoid me, why is that?” Draco walked all the way around the platform and circled you.

“I was coming here before you did, you just happened to be here.” You scowled, your hands getting sweaty at your close proximity.

“But why now? Even now you want to see me or at least don't hate it. So why do you act like you hate me?” Draco asked, stopping right behind you.

“When did I say I hated you?” You replied cautiously as that feeling in the bottom of your stomach returned.

“I can see you trying to pretend you do, it's so sweet. All the little comments and jabs when really what you like is being alone with me.” Draco was so incredibly close to your ear that the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

“You don't know what you see. It's easy to misconstrue something when you want it to be the truth.” You turned around and glared slightly upwards, looking him in the eyes.

“I don't think I'm misconstruing anything right now.” Draco took a step towards you and you were shoe to shoe. His finger touched one of your hands that were balled into fists at your side. You couldn't help but look at his lips, it was ridiculous but so intoxicating to imagine what they felt like.

“What are you trying to accomplish here? A cheap joke for you and your friends or just for your own enjoyment?” You wanted to pull your hand away from him but you felt like you couldn't.

“I think you know this is for your enjoyment just as much as mine.” Draco’s voice was almost a whisper when he leant closer to you. Should you run? He wasn't holding you still and seemed to absolutely love that you didn't want to leave.

“I can't.” You took a step back and pushed a stray hair behind your ear. “I’m going back to my dorm. I think you should consider that too.” You turned around and practically ran down the astronomy tower stairs forgetting to wrap your invisibility cloak around you.

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[fizziepopangel]

A Fizziepop Take: Let's talk about Blitz's new look at Stolas

Ok, so in the past, I’ve talked about how the incident at Ozzie’s put more strain on an already fragile relationship, thus solidifying the idea a certain imp had in his mind that he was essentially beneath Stolas in every way he possibly could be and therefore unworthy of love. This ideology made the relationship between the pair appear strictly transactional since Blitz wouldn’t let it be anything else because he himself feels that that’s how it should be; that it’s all it could be. Now don’t get me wrong, Stolas isn’t completely innocent in making the whole relationship feel more like a transaction than a relationship, but in this instance, we’re gonna focus on Blitz and what I believe his turn around will be based off this newest episode because I believe that it could be a game-changer for their relationship and Blitz’s own character development. So let’s get into it!

As I’ve pointed out previously, Blitz has felt like he’s been used as a glorified sex toy since the beginning of their relationship. And given the hierarchy of the demons, Blitz is already pretty low on the totem being an imp while Stolas sits somewhere on top…. We can see that Blitz understands that when he’s tripping balls in “Truth Seekers”, but because of this, it seems that Blitz got it in his mind that Stolas was less than ‘human’ (for lack of a better term). Because of the status difference, Blitz always just assumed the other demon was unfeeling, uncaring, and essentially indestructible; building this image of the demon prince in his head that is a romanticized version of him that truly was worlds above where Blitz sees himself. And until “Western Energy” came out today, this is really the only version we’re shown of Stolas because we seem to be seeing the man the way Blitz does. Is he whiny? Sometimes. But do things hurt him? From Blitz’s point of view, no. 

We as the audience see maybe two or three times where Stolas is truly vulnerable but it seems to end just as quickly as it starts. Blitz doesn’t see that side of him. Granted, I believe Stolas does want a relationship with Blitz where he can be vulnerable in ways he never was able to before and because he has a preconceived notion of what their relationship is, Blitz shuts down any attempt Stolas tries to initiate intimacy… But I think in the imp doing this and Stolas just blindly going with it to try to appease Blitz has given the image of someone made of stone… And being so used to the abuse from Stella, Stolas doesn’t see that he’s almost restarting the cycle with Blitz by allowing the imp to be as mean as he is to him; even going as far as to tell Blitz through text that he can be mean to him if it’s what he wants. I think this genuinely leads Blitz to believe that Stolas can't be hurt in any way, emotionally to physically.

In all honesty, it’s interesting to look at Blitz in this light where he seems to unintentionally be another abusive relationship that Stolas is trapping himself in because you can see that the imp does genuinely care for the owl, even if he thinks he shouldn’t. That is why the incident at Ozzie’s was such a big deal to him, because after some time, I think Blitz was slowly trying to open himself up to Stolas and whatever little progress he made was pretty much crushed when Stolas basically refused to acknowledge the fact that he’s out with him in public when confronted. For someone like Blitz who struggles with communication and bases their self worth on how others view him, Stolas not wanting to be seen with him in public but being kind to him when no one else is around would have destroyed every sense of security he may have been starting to feel with the other man. Like just shredded it. Which in turn, is going to cause a rift that Blitz will rationalize as just him not being worth anything more even though he is actively contributing to the rift by refusing to communicate.

Now, the interesting part: in the newest episode of Helluva Boss, Blitz actually has a chance to view a more humanized idea of Stolas. It sucks that it took Stolas being damn near murdered and hospitalized for Blitz to see him on a different level, but it does happen. I think this in turn may give us a more freely feeling version of Blitz down the line. We can already see small fragmented moments when Blitz is genuinely worried about Stolas, genuinely cares about him, but he still keeps himself distant…. Seeing something bad happen to Stolas does open the man up a little, prompting him to text the man while he’s in the hospital to let him know that he hopes he feels better. Despite how minor that may seem, I think it is a step in the right direction, and I do think he’ll see a more personified version of Stolas which could prompt him to want to be closer to him, meaning he would have to stop pushing his feelings down to allow himself to wander into this territory of emotional vulnerability he may have seen but never experienced.

While I trust Vivzie completely in this journey she’s taking us on, this is definitely a route I really hope she takes because I truly do want to see the two men get a happy ending of some sort whether that’s at the end of the series or it advances their storyline together through the rest of the series.  But this is just a Fizzie take on things so far. I would love to hear what your thoughts are on how Blitz and Stolas’ relationship seems to be going.

#fizziepop thoughts #fizziepop take #vivziepop #helluva boss #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss stolas #stolas goetia #blitzy #blitz needs a hug #stolitz #just a thought #helluva boss striker

[hobiebrownbrowser]

🔞Introduction🔞

❤️My name is citrus, I'm 19 and I write mostly SMUT. I have no problem writing SFW but NSFW is mostly my thing. ❤️

Rules and things about me:

🔞I indeed take requests! I've done quite a lot of them already ❤️ Mostly SMUT so. 18+ DNI if your a Minor!🔞

The thing that usually clouds my mind is 'Hobie'❤️. I've had an odd obsession over him for a few weeks now and it's extremely not healthy.

🔞If you are a minor stay clear of my page! I tried to be nice and let you all come through but NO. THAT DEEMED TO MUCH TO ASK. I don't need my posts getting reported any longer. I'm tired of it.🔞

I really only made this account for Hobie Brown but I do others too. It's not common though. ❌❤️ Do not ask me to do a character that is depicted to be a minor you will be ❌BLOCKED.❌

I WILL NOT do anything I am uncomfortable with, let's say for example, selfscest, Extreme violence, Extreme sexual assault, Etc. You get the get go of what I'm saying. ❤️

I LOVE punk. You will never take that away from me even if I died. If I did I'd say I completely fucked myself out. Probably why Hobie was my number 1 reason on here

I got this introduction idea from @quintessencewrites I realized I never really introduced myself.

╰──Hobie Brown smut

Mating Season↓

Summary: Y/N didn't come to the HQ today. Of course Hobie was gonna worry. She'd never miss a day to come see her favorite guitarist. It wasn't like her to disappear on him.

Attention Seeker ↓

Summary: A rainy day on a Friday night.

Aftercare↓

Summary: Hobie secretly loved the way you'd take care of him. Massages a constant get go everytime you're together. ❤️

Waiting Room Quickie↓

Summary: Before a concert Hobie wants to do just more than admire his favorite lady.

Shower sex↓

Summary: You both decided to try something new for a change.

Ride me↓

Summary: Hobie wanted you to ride him.

Sing for me↓

Summary: It was the first time Hobie heard you sing, He wanted to hear more.

Take it slow↓

Summary: After a long discussion, Y/N finally felt the courage to trust Hobie with everything.

Let me take care of you↓

Summary: After a long night all Hobie wanted was you.

Date night↓

Summary: Hobie takes you out on a date, A small skating ring tucked away in the crevice of a tall building inside a pub.

Different Flavors↓

Summary: A small ice cream shop opened a few blocks away.

Trapped in my mind↓

Summary: A certain punk at a sex party caught your eyes. What a shameful excuse.

Don't get caught↓

Summary: Havin' Secretive sex in Miguel's office with Hobie was hella risky.

Make me↓

Summery: Hobie acted like a beat, so Y/N put him in his place.

A Devil In Disguise ↓

Incubus Hobie Brown x FEM!Reader. Do I have to explain?

Such A Tease↓

Summary: Y/N would always tease Hobie until he'd had enough.

Touch me↓

Summary: You wanted to feel more than just Hobie's delightful caresses.

Overstimulation↓

Summary: I mean...It's mild overstimulation.

I'm not jealous↓

Summary: You test Hobie's jealousy and paid the consequences.

Such a brat

Hobie Brown x Bratty F!Reader!🔞 summary → Reader being a bratty lil slut for Hobie❤️

My Princess

Hobie Brown x M!Reader! →🔞 Summary: Hobie picked up on a new nickname.🔞

Be Yourself

Hobie Brown x FTM Reader! → 🔞summary: You hadn't gotten your bottom surgery yet, but all Hobie wanted to do was show you how much he loves you for who you are. 🔞

╰──╮Miguel O'Hara Smut:

Breed me↓

Summary: Miguel had a long double shift tonight.

Midnight remedy ↓

Summary: Miguel fucks you in his favorite position.

Just one bite↓

Summary: The night was just as beautiful as you.

Trust Me↓

Summary: You were pulled into a random dimension, A big buff scary guy taking you to a private interrogation room for "Questioning"

Angst List

Cheating Hobie Brown x FEMReader

Summary: A spider has bit you, The spider was slowly absorbing your life, In a last feeble attempt to survive you harbor your life in a heartless android body.

Part 1 & Part 2

Part 3 & Part 4

Part 5 (END)

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, stalking, jealously, manipulation, controlling behavior, monitoring, paranoia, isolation

Sweet and gentle s/o

Sakata Gintoki

🍨Gintoki seems to be the one who is constantly being attacked by others here as people wonder what he did to deserve someone as sweet as you. Shinpachi is a bit jealous that Gintoki has someone as gentle and sweet as you as a partner and Otose threatens him to better show his appreciation for you and not just act like the lazy guy he acts most of the time. Now, all the people around him are still happy for Gintoki of course and he knows that but he would lie if he would say that their words don't affect him a bit. Because he sometimes also feels that way. He sometimes feels like he doesn't deserve someone as considerate and kind as you even though he does get childishly jealous if you act sweet to someone that isn't him. He's broke so every gift you buy him or prepare yourself for him always fills him with a tad bit of guilt because most of the time he is too broke to get you something nice in return. But he never shows you that he is under pressure as he keeps his silly antics up to not make you feel guilty. The silver-haired male definitely gets a lot more protective due to your naturally gentle disposition though as it is one of the few ways he can actually return all your love somehow.

Hijikata Toshiro

🚬​He loves and hates it at the same time. On the one hand Toshiro adores how sweet and soft-spoken you are as it makes him unable to be mad at you for long and he often ends up blushing when you do something nice for him or just act sweet around him in general. On the other hand he is also so much more prone to feeling jealous and even more paranoid if you act that way around others and his attempts to hide his feelings always fail terribly. He likes keeping a tough and scary demeanor in public but he can't deny that he is a sucker for your gentle affection, especially when the both of you are alone so he is definitely getting a bit more possessive as he'd like you to save such sweet words and gestures for only him. At the same time he always has this nagging fear that someone might take advantage of you because of your nice personality which tends to make him more controlling when it comes to the people you spend your time with. Hijikata always tells you that he only has your best in mind but that is a lie as his own petty feelings definitely play a role in this. A part of him just believes that he knows some things better than you due to working in the Shinsengumi.

Okita Sougo

😈​Now this is a true example of the saying that opposites attract although he might have just blackmailed you into a relationship with him. Obviously no one needs to know that though. Sougo adores your gentle demeanor as well but for completely different reasons as he will always be on the more twisted and sadistc spectrum of love. Because he often bullies you for your nice behavior. A part of him just can't help but see you as a weak and dumb little thing for being the way you are and so he obviously thinks of himself as the one who is better suited to be in control in this relationship as you are too soft and naive. He's often putting you down by calling you an attention seeker whenever you act kind around others to stop you from being so outgoing because whilst he is a pure jerk, he doesn't like seeing you acting sweet with others. You will definitely suffer a lot of blows to your self-esteem because of Okita's sadistic personality and possessive behavior and he doesn't really mind if he ends up being the cause of your insecurities. As long as it refrains you from being sweet to everyone who isn't him he doesn't mind. You should reserve your kindness only for him after all even if he is an asshole.

Katsura Kotarou

🔵​It is obvious to everyone in his Joui faction that Katsura is a helpless simp for his darling and their gentle and soft-spoken disposition. Everything you do just seems to be something worth praising and gushing over in his eyes as this man is low-key a bit of a worshipper for you. He is dutiful and dedicated in his duties as the leader of his Joui faction and he knows that he can't have you involved in such dangerous affairs so he is more careful in keeping the relationship hidden from those who would take advantage of you. He is quite protective despite coming over like an utter fool at times. Despite his sometimes ridiculous and spontanous behavior though. Kotarou works surprisingly well with his darling because even if he can be quite persistent once he is in high spirits, Katsura is quite sensitive and for that talented in harmonizing with his darling most of the time. He can be quite clingy at times, especially if he has been away from you for some time due to his position as a leader, but even then he tries to not be too overbearing. That partially comes also from the fact that he is a wanted fugitive and for that always makes sure that the time he spends with you is always more private.

Takasugi Shinsuke

​❤️‍🩹​You're going to have a tough time with Shinsuke because your sweet personality is something so strange and foreign to him. Shinsuke seems to analyze your every word and action every time you try to break the ice between the two of you even if you are terrified because he is the one who abducted you. Why did he do that? He doesn't seem to like you and you feel like you're constantly doing something wrong. Matako tries to cheer you up by telling you that Takasugi just needs some time to come around. Truth is that Shinsuke hasn't met someone so genuinely nice and innocent in years and he is aware that he probably isn't the partner you deserve but is too possessive and selfish to care. A part of him is scared that he'll lose you too, especially since he does think that you are too kind for your own good. He doesn't hate you though for being that way. He just doesn't really know how to react whenever you try to make things less tense and to get to know him better besides staring at you with his eye, interested to see what you'll do next. The closest thing he does to show his affection seems to be by isolating and protecting you for quite some time as he needs time to mellow out.

Kamui

👊​Kamui has somewhat conflicted feelings due to his strong obsessive feelings for you. He despises weakness and your behavior coupled with the fact that you are only a human makes this much more worse. He considers the very fact that he fell for someone so very weak as an insult but at the same time he is much too possessive to allow you to go. Instead he just ends up verbally bullying and degrading you whilst also showing you how strong he is thanks to his Yato blood. This serves as a reminder to you that you shouldn't disobey him because he is strong whilst you are only weak. At the same time Kamui can be quite demanding at times for you to act sweet and nice around him because as much as he doesn't want to admit it, he enjoys seeing you act all soft-spoken and gentle around him. He likes to see it as a sign of submissive adoration from your side and it is good if he sees that you only act that way around him since it shows him that you have learned where your place is. Honestly, even if his darling acts exactly like he tells them to Kamui still resorts to mean and sadistic behavior at times just to rub his superiority in their face.

Tsukuyo

🌙​Tsukuyo likes to think that she has killed the woman inside of her but this statement of hers is always tested when she is with her sweet darling. Her facial expression never changes much but there is quite often a hint of a pink blush on her face whenever you compliment her or do something for her. A part of her is still acting too much like a woman for her taste after all and that is precisely why she tries to avoid talking to you. Tsukuyo is very protective though and is definitely stalking you a lot. Luckily to her skills as a ninja she has never gotten caught either so she has no reason to stop watching over you like she has been doing for quite some time now. She doesn't take well to any insults or unfit behavior directed against you due to her serious personality and normally replies to such acts with more violent actions such as throwing a kunai at the person. Seriously though, do not mess with her darling because whilst you with your sweet and gentle personality won't hold a grudge, Tsukuyo definitely will do that for you in your place. The poor lady is concerned that people might try to take advantage of you because you tend to be more forgiving.

#yandere gintama #yandere gintoki #yandere sakata gintoki #yandere hijikata #yandere hijikata toshiro #yandere sougo #yandere okita sougo #yandere katsura #yandere katsura kotarou #yandere takasugi #yandere takasugi shinsuke #yandere kamui #yandere tsukuyo

[sombernstarless]

green with envy

Remus Lupin x f!reader x Sirius Black

Word count: 1,998

Warnings: none, fluffy fluff fluff, hurt/comfort

You’ve been dating Remus Lupin for a while and it’s the most in love you can remember yourself being. Though it’s perfect, you can’t help but to feel a bit jealous when Sirius unintentionally reminds you that you haven’t been around very long.

“You love Sirius more than me,” you said.

Remus only laughed at your sudden outburst, amused by the genuine frown forming on your lips.

“That couldn’t be further from the truth, darling,” he replied. “You know Sirius just needs a little more attention than others.”

“You calling me an attention seeker, Lupin?” Sirius asks, unamused from his spot on the chair across from the loveseat you and Remus were occupying.

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were thick as thieves. For as long as anyone can remember, it’s been the two of them against the world. Everyone knew of the infamous Marauders at Hogwarts; they were the friend group everyone wanted to be a part of and Sirius and Remus were the wizards every person wanted a chance with. You knew of them in passing, hardly ever seeing them since Hufflepuffs weren’t exactly the talk of the town. It wasn’t until the final days that you finally met Remus after a quidditch match a friend had dragged you to.

Remus Lupin was everything everyone said he was, but nothing at the same time. He was gorgeous, Amber eyes reflecting the setting sun as the two of you talked on the side of the arena. When he spoke it froze everything around you in time, and when he listened it was like every word had a thousand meanings and he was determined to learn each one. You heard Marauders were a bit pretentious, but Remus couldn’t have been more humble even after winning the quidditch match by blocking one of Snape’s attempted goals. The only catch—which wasn’t necessarily negative—was that where Remus went, Sirius followed. Though you knew you had nothing to worry about, aside from one drunken evening in the Leaky Cauldron they refuse to bring up, it didn’t stop you from being jealous of their relationship sometimes.

Sirius knew Remus in ways you never would, you knew that. It was the same way Sirius would never know Remus in ways you did, but every now and again their relationship made you believe that maybe you weren’t all that important to him.

“I would never do that, sweetheart.” Remus turned his head and sent you an exaggerated wink.

You huffed a laugh that turned into a full-blown cackle when a pillow connected to the side of his face. He gasped dramatically and turned to an innocent-looking Sirius with his hands clasped in his lap. Remus only rolled his eyes, stuffing the pillow between his head and the arm of the loveseat. He lay sprawled out with his legs in your lap.

“You’ll leave me for him one of these days,” you joked, massaging Remus’s warm thighs through the thick material of his sweats. He complained earlier in the evening when the two of them walked in that his legs were a bit sore.

“I was here first, darling, don’t you forget it.”

You knew he was joking.

You felt Remus jostle with laughter under your touch. The two of them giggled boyishly, but you couldn’t help the sting Sirius’s words left behind. Of course, he was joking; Sirius was infamous for his crude remarks. You also knew he would never do anything to truly hurt your feelings, despite his sarcastic tone of voice. For some reason, the joke took longer to register this time around. All you could suffice was a huff and a grin that faded no sooner than it appeared.

When you looked up from your working hands, you saw a working frown on Remus’s face as his laughter died down. What you loved about Remus was that he never had to guess how you were feeling; he just always knew. You also despised it because it was harder to hide when you wanted to, but it wasn’t his fault that he was so wise. Before he could grill you, you announced you were going to the bathroom. Carefully, you moved Remus’s legs off of your body and back onto the couch cushions when you were on your feet.

Their voices grew faint as you padded to the bathroom connected to yours and Remus’s bedroom. You swore you heard a faint “Is she okay?” from Sirius as you shut the door behind you.

You hated how much things like this bothered you. It was silly to be upset about something so small. Remus and Sirius would always be Remus and Sirius, but it wasn’t going to affect how much he loved you. As much as you tried to console yourself, it didn’t stop the single tear you’d been holding in from escaping.

Why were you being so unreasonable?

The toilet seat was cold against your hot skin. The feeling seeped past the cotton of your sleep shorts and thin sweater where it touched your back. Instead of that gnawing feeling in your gut, you tried to focus on the coolness and slowing your palpitating heart. You were beginning to zone out right when you heard a faint knocking on your door.

“Darling?” Remus’s voice was controlled and filled with concern. It made you feel worse about it all.

“Come in,” you replied.

You knew there was no use trying to sway him. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

You looked at your feet as the door opened and shut behind him. You had a pair of Remus’s socks on because they were thicker than yours and reached your calves. Soon, Remus’s larger feet were trapping yours as he stood over your hunched body.

“He was only joking, love,” he said, moving one of his hands to pat the top of your head.

You hummed in acknowledgment as he moved it to stroke the side of your face, then tilted your head up by your chin to meet his gaze.

Remus had a devastating beauty to him. Even in the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom, he was gorgeous beyond comparison and made your chest tight. His hair was transparent at the ends from the light shining behind him, making him look hand-picked from heaven. You were doomed when his gaze softened into something between concern and questioning.

“What is it, lovely girl?” he asked. If you weren’t such a mess you would have swooned.

“It’s nothing, I’m being silly is all,” you responded and hoped it was good enough.

Remus took it upon himself to squat down to your level, resting his hands on your bare knees for leverage. His touch was warm enough to melt; you hoped it did before you died of embarrassment. He searched your face for another answer, one that he could believe. When he came up empty-handed he smiled a sad sort of smile that somehow made you feel worse.

​​”Nothing you say could ever be silly.”

You sighed heavily as you covered his hands with your own. You wanted more than anything to be upset with him. Picking a fight would have been the easy way out. It would’ve been what you did with boyfriends before that were never smart enough to even notice something was bothering you, but you respected Remus too much to dance around the subject. You’ve never loved anyone the way you loved him; it was an entirely new feeling altogether to be in love with Remus Lupin.

“Promise you won’t laugh at me?”

This he chuckled at. He gave you an amused look and squeezed at your thighs. You felt his working knuckles beneath your palms.

“I promise, sweetheart.”

“Sometimes it feels like I’m on the outside looking in when Siri is around,” you admitted. It felt like acid on your tongue as the words left your mouth.

If Remus was amused he didn’t show it. Instead, he nodded in understanding and beckoned you to finish. You had to stare into your lap as you finished. Normally he would make you look at him, but sometimes he understood it was easier to tell him things when you had something else to focus your gaze onto.

“You both have so much history and there are still things I feel like I don’t know about you. Sometimes Sirius will tell a story and it seems like everyone knows it but me. Last week, he told one about when the two of you made a mistake in potions and put the entire lecture to sleep for two hours. James and Lilly were laughing so hard like they could picture it in their heads so clearly, but I didn’t have a single clue. I know he doesn’t do it on purpose and I know he cares for me, but they’re like reminders that I’m still brand new.”

You were trembling a bit when you finished, but Remus kept a steady composure as he stroked the soft tops of your thighs soothingly. You were gnawing at your bottom lip as you moved your hands away from his to hug your own waist.

“I didn’t know you felt this way,” he said in a softer tone than before. It nearly tore you to pieces.

“I shouldn’t have said anything about it, I didn’t want to make you feel-” he cut you off before you could continue.

“I don’t feel anything, don’t you dare,” he said with very little accusation. You knew he wasn’t upset with you despite his semi-stern tone of voice.

“You were being honest with me and that’s all I ever ask for. I’m sorry I didn’t notice this was bothering you sooner.”

You finally dared to look him in the eye again. Your panic disappeared as a whole when he tilted his head down to lay a few loving kisses on each leg. Each damp peck sent shockwaves up your spine and, suddenly, you couldn’t remember what you were upset about in the first place. Your brain was focused only on the weight of Remus’s head in your lap.

“Black absolutely adores you, darling,” he continued, “Sometimes I think if anything he wants to steal you from me.”

“Oh please,” you replied with a snort.

“It’s true! He loves you and your witty comebacks. You’re probably the only one quick on your feet enough to beat him at his own sarcastic game. He thinks you’re brilliant and loves the way you care for others more than you care for yourself, even though he worries it makes you neglect your own needs.”

You could feel your face heat up with each compliment.

“You’re just saying that.”

Remus shook his head ferociously in your lap.

“I’m not, and above all, he loves that you love me just as much he does. We’ve had hard times, me and Black, and he likes that there’s someone out there besides him and James that loves me despite everything others have been afraid of.”

You unfolded your arms to run your hands through his hair. His head was tilted so the side of his face rested comfortably on your thighs. When you looked at him, you felt so full you could explode. How you ever became worthy of Remus’s affection was a mystery to you, but you basked in it as the two of you sat in silence.

Your moment was short-lived when you heard the jiggling of the bathroom doorknob. Before you could question the noise, Sirius was barging into the room with a look of panic on his face.

“Christ, I thought the two of you fell in,” he joked dryly.

You giggled and felt Remus’s jostling body on top of you from laughter. You took another moment to look at Sirius a little longer. All of the things Remus said felt like an exaggeration, but you never knew him to be a liar. He wasn’t exactly one for theatrics.

You felt warm inside knowing that Sirius thought of you just as highly as you thought of him.

“Why are you staring at me like that, cupcake?” Sirius questioned as he took a seat on the bathroom sink.

“You love me, Black.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I did nothing wrong.”

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #Marauders #Harry Potter #Remus Lupin #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #f!reader #somber n starless

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R!Companions If The Inquisitor Dies

(A/N) I like angst. Sowwy.

I’m a Cullen girlie so I started thinking of what he would be like if his Inky died and… I made this.

Also, I want to say that, without The Inquisitor, I genuinely don’t think The Inquisition would last that long. And I don’t think it’s because The Inquisition would lack leadership or anything, I think it would lack the draw or the figurehead that would garner the support needed to maintain it. So it’s kind of implied that the Inquisition disbands. 

It is also implied that this all takes place a while after Corypheus is defeated… Except for Solas’ part (hehehehe)

TW: Death, descriptions of death, burning and burying (idk maybe you’re claustrophobic), and more sadness.

Major Spoilers

Sorry again, love you pookie bear

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Blackwall watches The Inquisitor fall, he tried to shield them, but it all happened too fast, far too fast for him to realize what was happening. He’s rushing over to his friend as fast as possible as if that’ll prevent them from dying, but once he sees how limp The Inquisitor is, even he knows that his friend is dead.

His only comfort is that their death was quick and hopefully, painless. He’ll throw himself into the drink for a little while. Just for the period of time right before and after The Inquisitor’s funeral. Afterward, he stays with The Inquisition for some time. He does what he can, making the adjustment.

He leaves much later, whether to the custody of the Grey Wardens or himself, but he never forgets his friend, never forgets what they did for him.

Romanced, he’s rushing over to his lover, scooping them up in his arms while he pulls them away. He begs them to open their eyes and pleads with the Maker to not take them away… not yet. But when the battle is over, and the rest of the party sees Rainer and The Inquisitor, it’s obvious that their friend and his lover his gone.

He drinks for a bit longer than he would if he was just a friend, and is less able to help around Skyhold. With what little he is doing, he feels like a coward, but he simply can’t will himself to get up and help. 

Eventually, he’ll leave like he would before, but as he watches them burn or bury his lover’s body, he realizes that a part of him will be locked away in his lover. He’ll still be him, but he’ll be unable to show the same love and devotion to anyone else.

Cassandra: Cassandra is immediately slicing the bastard who killed her friend, and with a quick swipe of her blade, the offender is gone. She still turns to her friend and attempts to wake them, but after feeling for their pulse, even she realizes that her friend is dead. She solemnly waits for the rest of the group to gather around and help her transport her friend's body back to Skyhold, as is most likely the one sending the letter to Leliana of the Inquisitor’s death. Initially, she thinks of taking the role of Inquisitor, only to immediately reject the idea. However, she continues to work tirelessly to help the rest of The Inquisition deal with the death of their leader, but it’s hard. She also tries to help the lover of The Inquisitor, but even though she tries, she can’t seem to find the right words to comfort them. She’s struggling too, The Inquisitor was her friend as well.

Romanced, she’s immediately dragging her lover away, crying out for them, but even she has to accept that she has lost another lover.

She does everything she would if the pair wasn’t together, but she officially swears off love. No one else can measure up to Regalyan or her Inquisitor. And with her focus now on the Seekers and The Inquisition, Cassandra finds herself unable to focus on things like love.

Cole: He knows immediately that The Inquisitor is gone. It doesn’t help, of course. All he does is shout for his friend, but once the battle dies down, Cole watches the rest of the group gather around the motionless Inquisitor. Cole whispers that their friend is dead, which potentially leads to some angry words being thrown at him, depending on who is present.

He stays around Skyhold, mostly helping those who grieve The Inquisitor. He spends most of his time with The Inquisitor’s love interest if they had one. He finds his efforts fruitful, as some of those he attempts to help accept it far easier than some. But the ones that don’t accept his help, Cole knows they need it the most. So he sends others to help instead, people willing to talk to them, and comfort them. Part of him feels The Inquisitor’s spirit from far away, and he hopes they aren’t too upset with his antics.

He’s just trying to help, after all. Kind of like The Inquisitor.

Cullen Rutherford: He hears about it right after Leliana, a letter attached to a bird flies through the hole in his roof and down the ladder right to his desk. He absentmindedly opens the letter, where he reads frantic, scrawled words that culminate in some of the most dreadful words he’d ever read.

“The Inquisitor is dead.”

He rushes over to Leliana, who is already speaking to Josephine, and all three retreat to the War Room where they begin to discuss what the next steps are. Cullen does his best to put on a brave face, he does what he can to provide some sense of stability, but he’d be a liar if he wasn’t struggling himself. The Inquisitor seemed so… invincible, so strong, how were they able to survive so much and then just… die? It didn’t make any sense.

The most Cullen is able to do is send a prayer to Andraste, asking her to give The Inquisitor a safe journey to The Golden City, they deserved that much.

Eventually, Cullen will head home, to his siblings in South Reach, where they will accept him with open arms. Cullen continues to live on, spending time with his family, teaching his nephew chess, and sending letters to his friends in The Inquisition. He sets up a clinic for former templars and even gets a Mabari down the line.

But most importantly, he keeps on living.

Romanced, he was just thinking about them. He was sitting at his desk, musing over some paperwork while his mind drifted to a few days ago. He was laying in bed with his lover, while they clung to his chest, asking for reasons not to leave on this trip. He had laughed, petting their hair gently as he said “You have to go, my love.”

He watched them sigh and get up, their hand still lingering on his arm, “I love you” they had whispered. 

“I love you t-”

“Cullen.” He heard, Leliana standing in front of his desk. He smiled for a moment, about to greet her, but her furrowed eyebrows and deepened frown told her there was nothing to smile about. Her next words were careful and gentle, but still, they got their point across. “I’m afraid that The Inquisitor perished in the ensuing battle.” She said, watching Cullen’s face morph into something unexplainable. He furrowed his own brown and opened his mouth as if he was about to ask what kind of joke this was, but as he saw the painfully sympathetic look on Leliana’s face, he knew.

He moved so suddenly his chair fell backward, he could barely look at the desk where he and his lover had-

“We need to discuss… the next steps…” Cullen shook his head, his breathing becoming rapid, all he could hear was his own heartbeat, that and the singing of…

“Perhaps we should-” Leliana began, only to watch Cullen pass by her. But with every step he took, he felt his legs slowly become heavier and heavier until he all but collapsed on the bridge that connected the battlements to the rotunda. Leliana quickly followed after him, attempting to comfort him. His head hurts, and he can’t seem to stop hearing the agonizing sound of the lyrium, calling out to him.

Somehow he gets into his bed, unable to work for the rest of the day. When his lover’s body comes back from wherever they were sent, he’s in a bit of a better place. Maker, it crushes him if he sees that they were still holding onto his coin. He prays that they won’t go too far, that they’ll wait for him on the other side, and that somehow, they’ll be there when he dies. He begs them not to go too far, that he’ll be with them soon, that he loves them, and he’ll never forget them. 

It takes more time, but eventually, he finds himself back in South Reach, where he opens a clinic for templars and lives his life. But even then, he waits for the day when he dies, the day he can finally see his lover again.

Until then, he’ll keep living.

Dorian Pavus: Shoots the bastard as soon as he sees his friend fall. Dorian surrounds The Inquisitor with a shield and tries to feel for a pulse. But their body is still and limp, Dorian knows what has happened. 

He attends the funeral, out of respect, and out of a sense of loyalty. But he can’t bear to watch the body be buried or burned, Maker he can’t watch. He’ll leave, deciding to focus his energy on Tevinter rather than The Inquisition, which is something he planned, but he had wished he would have more time before he had to return. He misses his friend every day and hopes that whatever afterlife they’re in, if they are in one, hopefully, they’ll save him a seat and a glass of wine for when he eventually kicks the bucket.

Romanced, he cries out, rushing over to his lover. He’s in denial as he tries to heal his Amatus, begging them to open their eyes. He pleads with the Maker, begging them to take him instead. He gets angry right after, angrily shouting at them “Why didn’t you get away? Why didn’t you run to me?” He has to be pulled off, has to be taken away from his lover’s body, as he begins to sob into his lover’s armor. It’s painful to watch, but nothing more painful than what Dorian feels.

As his lover’s funeral draw near, he throws himself into wine. And intends to drink himself to death, but then he gets sent a letter from another Magister, Maevaris.

He tells himself that he’ll keep living, at least, for The Inquisitor’s sake. But he’ll never love again, because he’s too busy, and because no other man will ever be the same as his Inquisitor.

Iron Bull: He shouts for his friend immediately, destroying the poor sod who killed The Inquisitor before they can desecrate the body further. Bull has seen many, many dead bodies, but he never imagined one day seeing The Inquisitor. Of course, he’s imagined the necessary steps of subduing The Inquisitor if they ever tried to betray him out of nowhere, but he would never imagine them like this.

He attends the funeral of The Inquisitor and tries to figure out what the next step is for him, for The Chargers. 

He’ll leave eventually, as his place was by The Inquisitor, but with them gone, there’s no need for him or his crew. He goes out drinking with The Chargers before they leave Skyhold, and he invites the rest of the inner circle, encouraging them to tell stories of The Inquisitor’s antics. It turns into a more pleasant night than anyone expected. When he leaves, he hopes that he left the rest of his friends with more positive memories than sad ones.

Romanced, all he can get out is a weak “kadan?”

He doesn’t cry, not yet, not here. He waits until he’s back in Skyhold, where he sits in the tavern, unable to stop thinking about the way his lover fell, the way their hair looked, their mouth, their eyes… Maker, their eyes. All of a sudden, he feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up, seeing Krem. It’s a simple “You okay, boss?” But that’s all it takes for Bull to let lose a torrent of tears. He clings so tightly to the dragon tooth necklace his lover gave him that he thinks he might break it. Krem and the rest of The Chargers comfort their leader the best they can, but everyone realizes that there isn’t much that can be done, as the love Bull held for his Inquisitor was far deeper than he ever described up until that moment. But The Chargers will be there for him. It’s Krem that makes the comment that The Inquisitor isn’t really gone, as the dragon tooth still is with Bull, 

“Which means something, doesn’t it Boss?”

Bull can’t help but agree, Krem’s right. The Inquisitor hasn’t left him, and he hasn’t left them either. Even when he leaves Skyhold with the rest of The Chargers, he hasn’t left them. They’re always together.

Josephine Montilyet: Josephine has the heavy task of informing the general public and the nobles of the Inquisitor’s death. Her friend’s death hurt, but she was relieved that her amount of work seemed to distract her from the heavy amount of pain she felt. She’ll leave eventually, but not without saying goodbye to her friend during their funeral. She ends up back in Antiva, working to see that her family’s business is upheld, especially after all the work her friend had put into helping her restore her family’s fortune. Platonically, she takes The Inquisitor’s death the best out of everyone but it also helps that she wasn’t present for her friend's death in the first place.

Romanced, she was not expecting it. She was minding her own business, scribbling down a letter for some high-ranking noble in Ferelden. Then all of a sudden, Leliana walks in, solemn and quiet. Leliana allows Josephine to send her a letter before Leliana asks Josephine to take a walk with her. After all, Leliana thinks her friend deserves some privacy before she hears the news. So Leliana ushers an oblivious Josephine into the War Room, where Cullen was already waiting.

Everyone could hear Josephine’s anguished cries from any corner of Skyhold. Josephine clings to Leliana, unable to support her weight as her mind tries to picture her lover in various different positions. Her mind immediately goes to what she will say to the nobility, to the chantry, but Leliana hushes her diplomat, claiming that she’ll take care of it. Josephine doesn’t want her to, but she can’t seem to get out any words in between her sobs.

She moves back to Antiva fairly soon, once all is taken care of. She begins to focus more so on her family and their trading business, potentially using this as an excuse to avoid any marriage proposals given by other nobles.

Leliana: Aside from those in the direct party, Leliana is the first to find out. She’s the one to tell Josephine, Cullen, and the many soldiers and spies under her. She prefers to be the person who tells The Inquisitor’s lover if they don’t already know, and she watches them crumble or slowly slink away, unable to truly cope with the news.

She spends time praying, asking why The Maker would take someone like The Inquisitor away when the world still needed them. 

If Hardened, she realizes she will get no answer, and furiously draws away from The Maker, deciding to spend less time praying and more time doing, as The Maker has yet to hear her pleas so far. 

Softened, she’s more kind to herself, she believes that The Maker must’ve taken The Inquisitor back because it was just their time, that it had to be, some good reason… that’s why Leliana has lost someone yet again… That has to be it.

Sera: Watching Inky crumple has her tearing her attention away from whatever they’re fighting. She calls out for help, and attempts to wake her friend, but to no avail. As the battle dies down, she watches as the rest of her friends gather around her. Sera’s confused, after all, The Inquisitor isn’t supposed to die. Not yet. They’ve survived so much! Haven, nobles, that dragon… how… how do they just… die?

She cries at camp, after hiding from everyone else. She feels ashamed of her tears, it takes the sight of someone like Blackwall or Varric to cry for her to feel less bad about her tears. And even then, she still hides them away.

She doesn’t stay in Skyhold for long, unable to attend her friend’s funeral. She believes it’s stupid to hold a funeral for someone when there’s work to be done, so she leaves. She gets back to work as a Red Jenny and never looks back.

Romanced, she cries out. She shakes them, kisses their face, anything to get them to wake. For one moment, she wishes she had magic to heal the wounds her lover had. It’ll take at least two people to drag her away from her Inky, and even then, she’s kicking and screaming. She’s reminded of her dreams where she watches her lover die, she’s reminded of her Inky kissing her cheek and saying in such a stupid voice “I’m not going anywhere”

That stupid liar! That stupid, perfect liar! Why would they lie to her? Why would they say they would never leave when there they were, gone?

She stays for the funeral before leaving, she thinks her lover deserves that much. But even then, she’s only there to say goodbye, which she doesn’t even say. It’s more of a “see you soon” if anything. She carries the memory of her lover with her, which is good enough for her.

Solas: Solas watches his friend stumble, Corypheus was recently killed, the orb destroyed, and his friend… who weakly falls to the ground. He’s torn between leaving and staying. On one hand, if he leaves, he’ll avoid the tormented look of agony The Inquisitor’s friends and lovers will hold. But they might also think that he was the one who killed them. But Solas can’t bring himself to leave, so he goes to his friend’s side. They’re gone by the time he catches them, and Solas quietly wishes that The Inquisitor didn’t have to die. He watches his friend’s inner circle climb the stairs and listens to the heartbreak that follows. While his friend’s body is carried away, Solas slips away and disappears, in hopes nobody will care or notice he’s gone. He continues his quest to tear down the veil, and with seemingly nobody to stop him, he seems to be well on his way.

Romanced, he rushes immediately to his lover’s side, but the moment he reaches them, his Inquisitor is gone. It isn’t relieving, watching his ex-lover die, the one person he expected to keep him tethered to the idea that this world may still deserve a chance. He leaves once the body is carried away, and continues his journey, but he is so much sadder. Because, at least if his vhenan was still alive, he could see them in his dreams. Now, all that he sees is their body, as if the spirits of the fade are taunting him with his failures. He hopes, in a way, that he’ll come across his lover’s spirit somewhere, so he can apologize, so can confess everything. But with the vastness of the fade, with the low probability of it all, Solas comes to the conclusion that perhaps he doesn’t deserve such closure, he just wished he could give that to his vhenan instead.

Varric Tethras: He doesn’t realize they're dead at first, focusing more on the hordes of enemies he’s dealing with. He shouts out that The Inquisitor is down, but that’s about it. Eventually, when the last of their enemies are taken down, Varric gets a chance to realize what the fuss is all about. When he hears the suffering cries of friends or potentially a lover, Varric realizes what happened. He hangs his head and lets out a quiet “shit” before turning away, unable to look. 

He sticks around Skyhold, helping the Inquisition the best he can before he sees he’s overstayed his welcome, which is when he returns to Kirkwall. Every once in a while, he gets reminded of The Inquisitor’s death, and how… maybe if he had noticed faster, they would still be around.

Romanced, he notices much faster. Previously, he had made a joke that he was actually unable to take his eyes off of his lover, so watching them crumple in the middle of the battle really caught his attention. After a few bolts from Bianca, he rushes over to attempt to revive his lover. Once it registers that his invincible Inquisitor is dead, he’s struck with a terrible feeling of helplessness. He holds them tightly and gives a quick prayer to Andraste or the Creators, someone who could potentially save them. But as his friends gather around him, even Varric has to come to grips with reality.

He’s more introspective in the coming days, staying close to his lover’s body as if he’s waiting for them to spring up and claim some elaborate prank. But as their body burns or is covered by layers of dirt, he accepts that it’s over.

He’ll never really get over the person that helped him move on from Bianca, the person that made him feel like he was the best version of himself. And he’s okay with that. So he just does what’s needed. As with the friendship route, he’ll stick around for a little while, and then return to Kirkwall. But every day that passes, until death finally takes him, he’ll wish for the comfort of his lover, his Inquisitor, once more.

Vivienne: She watches The Inquisitor fall, and quickly rushes over to them. A ward here, a healing spell there, she attempts to revive her colleague, but when she checks for a pulse and feels nothing, she sees that her efforts were for nothing. 

Vivienne is a great help to Skyhold and whoever The Inquisitor’s lover is, even Sera finds Vivienne around to kindly help her through her grief. Vivienne also helps The Inquisition during its more vulnerable stage of healing after The Inquisitor’s death. Once she believed her work was done, she’d eventually return to the fancy courts of Orlais, but not without being prepared to defend the late Inquisitor if anyone dare disgrace their name.

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♠️♥️《《°•~ WARNINGS ~•°》》♥️♠️

The following work will include name calling, wishing harm onto others, wishing others to inflict harm upon themselves, mass spamming, targeted harassment, social media spamming, eluding to struggles with stress vomiting, Lyney sharing similar experiences, trauma (mostly on Lyney's part) bonding, and sorta vague mentions of past attempts at su!c!de. If any of these things may trigger you, please do not proceed.

♠️-Lyney with a reader who is being spammed on social media by old friends of theirs wishing harm upon them-♠️

♥️《《STORY IS SET IN......MODERN AU_》》♥️

♠️》》STORY IS......NOT PROOF READ_《《♠️

♥️《《STORY IS......ANGST TO COMFORT/FLUFF》》♥️

I myself have been getting spammed in my dms by an old friend of mine who just will not leave me alone and keeps coming in with alts T-T This is a way for me to cope.... I tried to keep reader as gn as possible! Please tell me if I made a mistake T-T

Your hands were shaking as you read the previews of the messages on the screen of your phone. You didn't even want to click on them.

'You dumb ass fucking wh... '

'Go suck a cock you whine...'

'Quit being such an attent... '

The little number icons on the apps kept getting bigger as the notification sound on your phone kept going off.

'Bling! Bling! Bling! BlingBlingBlingBlingBling!'

You wanted to chuck your phone outside. The noise was terrible. You never thought you it would make you feel so sick to your stomach.

(('Why are they dog piling me??? What did I do???'))

You thought to yourself,

(('A-Attention seeker? Whore?? Faker?'))

More and more foul words piled up on the screen, one after another. Tears welled up in your eyes as your hands shook. The keychain you so lovingly clipped to your phone clicked up against it's case.

The halls of your school were empty at the moment, but it felt more stressful than it ever had when it was full right now. The only sounds you could hear were the sounds of your twitter getting spammed, you snap getting spammed, your youtube, your tumblr, your instagram, your discord-

'Bling! BlingBling! Bling! BlingBlingBlingBling!'

'LISTEN HEAR YOU CUN...'

'With all due respect you ...'

'GO DIE IN A FUCKING H...'

'Nobody wants to talk to ...'

'Just take a swan dive off...'

(("Hey is everything alright?"))

One of the exchange students... you could tell by his heavy accent. His name was Lyney, right? He came from France with his siblings a few months back. You guys talked from time to time, you were never really close enough to be considered friends though. You must've not noticed him approaching because of your tunnel visioning.

(("Y-Yeah. I'll be fine, thanks."))

You lied. He wasn't your friend so you shouldn't bother him with your issues. He saw right through you though.

(("If it were nothing would you be crying?"))

Your phone went off again, this time your pinterest. The sounds began to flood your ears again.

(("I'm just fine really! It's no big deal."))

You reasoned, you didn't need to drag someone who hardly knew you into your personal problems. It was none of his responsibility.

(("Someone is spamming your social media accounts, correct? Perhaps... a group of people you used to associate with?"))

You gulped, were you really that easy to read??

(("It's only an educated guess though! I promise I'm not stalking your accounts or anything-"))

Lyney fumbled, his face grew a light pink out of embarrassment.

(("Don't worry it's fine. And yeah, you're right. But it's fine! I can just block them and move on."))

The blonde frowned, his lavender eyes filled with almost a sort of sympathy or empathy. You weren't sure.

(("That doesn't mean the damage hasn't been done. I'm sure no matter what you may had done it shouldn't warrant... well... that."))

He referred to the constant pinging of your phone, gesturing to the device in your hand. Nervously you hid it behind you back, sweat forming on your brow.

(("It's fine really Lyney! I'm fine."))

You smiled nervously and shifted, that feeling of anxiety in your stomach only bubbling worse and worse. It felt like you were going to throw up again.

(("I suppose I shouldn't press it out of you, but if you ever need someone to talk to I'll always be here, okay? Even if it takes some time, I'll still wait."))

Silence settled in, even the sounds from your phone began to cease for a moment. The two of you simply stood there for a while in an awkward quietness. You began to process what he said.

Was this a joke? Was this a cruel prank sent to you by one of your old friends? Was this supposed to be more punishment for a crime you weren't even aware that you committed?

Tears began to bubble up at the rims of your eyes again and pour over, like a child's toy tea cup being filled beyond capacity. Sobs began to softly shake your chest, you were so done with all of this.

These people surrounding you calling you toxic, saying you were over stepping boundaries they never even set, yelling at you no matter how many times you apologise, saying they will stay with you no matter what then running away when your true self becomes too much for them to bare. You wanted to know what was so wrong with you so you could stop pushing people to this point unknowingly. You wanted them to tell you want you did wrong. You were sick of not knowing how to stop any of this.

A pair of warm arms embraced you, pulling you into a soft hug. Surprise filled your eyes as Lyney began to stroke the back of your head gently. You felt a lack of malice behind his intentions, only a genuine want to help. But you were still scared. Scared that maybe you would become close then push him away somehow too.

(("There's nothing wrong with you. You're just yourself and not what they wanted you to be. That's a feeling I know all too well."))

He began,

(("But if they aren't willing to accept you for who you really are, then they were never friends with you in the first place."

You furrowed your brows, something didn't make sense.

(("H-How did you know who was spamming me and why?"))

Lyney sweat dropped, breaking the hug to awkwardly scratch the back of his head.

(("I overheard them planning to spam you at cheer practice... that blonde guy with glasses isn't very good at keeping his voice quiet."))

You tilted your head in confusion,

(("Why come find me to comfort me though?"))

Lyney opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Shutting it again, he furrowed his own brows in thought, piecing together a sentence in his head.

(("Whenever something bad like this happens to me, it sucks to only be surrounded by negative thoughts and it easy to spiral. Only hearing bad things about yourself, you began to believe them. When you hear someone tell you to do something over and over, you feel inclined to do it and sometimes... you actually... do... do it."))

(("You mean you-?"))

(("Yeah. I'm glad it failed though."))

You and Lyney sat in the hallway infront of your locker for a long while, not speaking very much. You two went from practically strangers to knowing some very personal stuff about one another in the span of about 10 minutes so it was a lot to process. The blonde spoke up again though.

(("If you ever have thoughts like that... maybe call me instead? I'd hate if I lost a classmate to that."))

You nodded as Lyney opened his phone to show you his number. You began to type it to your contacts as more notifications flooded you screen again. Lyney's eyebrows furrowed as he read the previews of them in disgust.

(("Such primitive language."))

He said, clicking his tongue in distaste. You simply swiped them off your screen as quickly as you could each time.

(("Do you like cats?"))

You asked,

(("Hm? Yes my sister and I love them! We actually own a few! Mine is named Rosseland."))

He replied enthusiastically. With a smirk you set his contact photo to a picture of a cat that just tasted broccoli much to his dismay.

(("Why such an atrocious image?? Is that what you think of me? Is my fashion that outlandish??"))

You shook your head,

(("That's the face you made when you saw the messages they sent me."))

Lyney sighed dramatically,

(("At least save me with a decent name!"))

Much to his horror though, when he looked down he saw you had saved him as "flagrant cat man" as you snickered obnoxiously.

(("Oh come on! Fine I shall name you something JUST as distasteful!"))

Looking at your phone number he furiously typed it in. A few moments had passed and he then asked you a question.

(("Do you also like cats?"))

You gave an "mhm" in response as he snickered evily. Flipping his phone around proudly, you were saved as "Impolite Feline of Dookishburg" with an image of a bawling cat.

(("Uhhh why that image?"))

You asked, perplexed.

(("Why that was the face you were making earlier of course!"))

He teased,

(("Is my crying face really that ugly!!))

He nodded dramatically with a sigh,

(("I daresay it is comparable to that of a banshee's tear stained face!"))

You playfully smacked his arm as you two began to laugh merrily. Perhaps things were going to get better. Maybe you shouldn't worry about those jerks anymore, after all, you found a real friend in the young man sitting next to you. Things aren't going to get better immediately, but that doesn't mean they won't ever get better. In times these, you can only press forward, but now you feel comfort in knowing you won't be alone.

(("Hey, do you wanna meet my sister and brother?"))

(("Sure!"))

#lyney x reader #genshin lyney #lyney #soft lyney #adelita writes #lyney comfort #lyney angst #lyney fluff

[cyber-streak-2]

Headcanons for G1 Starscream, Earthspark Swindle and TFP Predaking accidentally killing Reader

(G1) Starscream, (TFES) Swindle, & (TFP) Predaking Headcanons for accidentally killing (Human) Reader:

Starscream

[You were one of the only humans that he could tolerate—he even found himself enjoying your company and growing protective of you—part of it may have been because you felt the same about Megatron.]

[Speaking of Megatron, you actually helped Starscream with his attempts to get rid of the ‘Con leader to become the new Leader—which was where an... accident, happened.]

[A new plan had been put into motion—which was just Starscream planning on shooting Megatron in the spark—but Soundwave sent out his minicon’s to deal with/stop Starscream.]

[He didn’t mean to, Rumble and Frenzy were covering his optics—but his null-ray’s still went off... but instead of shooting Megatron, they’d shot you, who had been watching nearby.]

[Megatron decides to mock Starscream about it—mainly every time the Seeker tries to do another thing to try and get rid of him.]

[Although Starscream tries to claim that he didn’t care about you, your death obviously affects him— it’s especially clear to Thundercracker and Skywarp that he misses you.]

[He doesn’t blame himself though for your death- he decides to blame Soundwave for it.]

Swindle

[You’d met and joined him while he was out trying to find his brother, and that’s what the two of you were doing when the... accident, happened.]

[You two weren’t having any luck at finding his brother, or any clues... but the Autobots had luck finding Swindle- at least it wasn’t GHOST.]

[Long story short, Swindle got into a fight with Bumblebee and Elita 1—he wasn’t holding you anymore, but he just set you down beside him, and got distracted with the Autobots—he’d rather drive off, but at the moment, that was hard.]

[As you attempted to try and move out of the way of the Cybertronians fighting, Swindle fell backwards from a blast, and... fell on top of you, squishing you.]

[The fight stops there- as he picks you up, and drives away finally—getting far enough, and then he focuses on you.]

[He feels horrible- that much is obvious. While he does grief, he tries not to focus on you too much, and tries to think of you as just a random human that was helping him in a search for his sibling—nothing else. He definitely didn’t care.]

[What happened to you also makes him more worried over Hardtop—what if he lost you and his brother? He doesn’t know Hardtop’s condition.]

Predaking

[He’d heard of the human that had been captured a while ago, and he was actually put on watch duty of you- and he just became protective of you.]

[He and Starscream got into a fight- or, well, he got enraged at how the Seeker was treating him, and started to attack him- while Starscream was trying to get away, and you were caught up in it all.]

[You attempted to calm the Predacon down, but to no avail. You also didn’t have much of a chance to do anything—Predaking’s swinging tail had hit you full force, causing you to fly back and hit the wall.]

[Predaking had immediately stopped, much to Starscream’s relief, and walked over to your body. He attempted waking you up in a bunch of different ways, but unfortunately, you didn’t wake up.]

[He grieves you, and feels absolutely horrible—he stays with you for a good while, not moving from that spot.]

[Nobody can really get him to do anything else, either—he won’t even really listen to Shockwave.]

#Nightace12 #Requests #Headcanons #X reader #G1 #TFES #TFP #Predaking #Swindle #Starscream #Asks #Answers #Anubis’s Chatter #Cyber’s Chatter #Save tag

[asmotheavatarofhorny]

simeon/mc fluff,  “aw, sweetheart you know you don’t have to ask...come here.”

"Anything for you, Angel.”

🔔

Thank you for requesting :) I realize this is very heavily implying MC asking for a hug, but I decided on changing it up a little lol. Hope you enjoy~

----------Warnings----------

Simeon x MC

GN!MC

Romantic/Platonic

Mentions of MC having a bad day

Only a teensy tiny bit of angst at the very start

Mostly fluff<3

You loved it here. You loved the Devildom, you loved the demons, the angels, and even the human sorcerer. But sometimes things just got to be too much. Sometimes you needed a break, despite wanting to be the best. Being the best... It was something you had strived to be from the very minute you were born. 

You weren’t a neglected child--but you always needed the limelight. You longed to be in charge even when there was no need for a leader. Some people would say you were an attention seeker, and others... They would agree. And so did you.

All your life you had imagined people looking down on you, even though they weren’t. And when you were thrown into the Devildom against your will, surrounded by people who were above you in rank--hell, even above you on the food chain. You hated it.

You guessed that was why you were so nosy in the first place. So desperate to make something of yourself that you ended up actually succeeding. At least.. You wished it was that way. You had pacts with the 7 demon brothers, sure. But sometimes... It all just feels.. Useless.

Why would you go to all this trouble for people who have tried to kill you over and over... and over.... and over... You knew they loved you. They said it all the time, and you loved them back. But sometimes… you had

Doubts.

Today was a particularly bad day. You had felt fidgety and out of focus the whole morning, eventually opting to skip breakfast and head to RAD a couple hours before everyone woke up.

You wanted to walk over by yourself, but you knew the brothers would protest if they knew. That’s why you snuck out the window. And maybe it was a bad idea.. but you felt safer knowing that you had all the 7 demon brothers ready to save you if things got out of hand. No lesser demon, no matter how stupid, would mess with you.

You walked down the cobbled streets, the puddles from the nightly Devildom rain illuminated by the soft lamplight. Where you’d expect to hear crickets in the human realm, you could hear the squeaking of bats or the hissing of some kind of insect in the Devildom.It was unsettling when you first came, but you got used to it as time went on. 

The cool Devildom breeze carried fallen leaves across the ground and around your feet. The wind fondled your hair and calmed your nerves for the time being.

Why didn’t you do this more often?

As you approached the school you could hear the conversations of loitering demons hanging out with their friends before classes started. You stepped up to the door of RAD, noting the lesser demons shuffling to get out of your way.

This was a normal occurrence of course, but it kind of threw you for a loop now you were alone. You had always assumed they were getting away from whichever brother you were with, not you.

You swung the large rickety door open before being hit with the smell of dust and what you could only describe as “old building smell.” It was almost comforting.

Walking the mostly empty halls, you decided to camp out in the library. Maybe I can get extra work done, You thought as you turned your phone light on for some guidance. The most annoying, and yet endearing part of the Devildom is that they didn’t use lightbulbs for whatever reason.

You would have to conjure fire somehow to light one of the many candles, which you felt too drained to even attempt, let alone succeed in doing. Man, did you wish you had bought one of those lighters you saw when Mammon had taken you out shopping.

You had pointed them out because of the dollar pattern on them. They were perfect for him, but he didn’t smoke and knew enough magic to conjure a fire of his own even if he did, so you ultimately decided on not getting them.

Suddenly, you saw your DDD screen light up, almost blinding you in the dark room.

Has anyone seen MC? -🐍

You sighed in annoyance at Levi having discovered your disappearance. You supposed it was about time, seeing as they should all be up and ready to have breakfast in a few minutes..

No, are they not in their room? -🐱

Just looked. I’m on cooking duty today and went to wake them up for breakfast.  -🍔

“Awh, Beel..” You cooed at the sweet demon.

MC’s missing?! - 💄

Looks that way. -🐱

They aren’t in the attic either. -💤🐄

Wait, Belphie, what are you doing awake at this hour?! -💄

First of all, it’s 8:00, and second of all, how could I sleep with you guys spamming the chat like this? -💤🐄

I haven’t seen them either. Mammon’s practically hanging off of them at all times, have you asked him? -🍷

Oh good idea lolol. -🐍

Speaking of, where is Mammon? He’s been suspiciously quiet this whole time. -🐱

He’s probably asleep ROFL. -🐍

“What idiots… They’ll probably take a good several hours to find me..” You thought aloud. You yawned as your eyes started to feel heavy. It was warm in the library, and you had waken up at the break of dawn—well, it would be if the Devildom had a dawn. You felt yourself slowly fall asleep to the rhythmic buzzing of your silenced DDD. The vibrations on the table pulling you deeper into slumber……

“Hey, MC.” 

Your eyes flickered open, vision still blurred from sleep. The previously pitch black room now had a soft candlelight glow, which illuminated the soft smile of a certain Angel that had woken you.

“Simeon…?” You mumbled, recognizing the face.

“Mhm,” he hummed, “Everyone’s been looking for you.” He explained with a sweet voice, he spoke softly if you were fragile and could shatter with one wrong word.

“Oh…” You blinked your eyes tiredly, remembering the brothers’ conversation earlier. “Ugh…” You groaned in annoyance, “I don’t wanna go to class..” You pouted, earning a chuckle from Simeon.

“School is over for the day, darling.” He let himself smirk slightly at how your eyes widened at that. You looked away for a moment, seemingly in thought.

“Mm.. Simeon..?” You asked quietly, still too tired to really be considering what you’re saying.

“Yes, Angel?” He replied, waiting for you to continue.

“Can we go back to Purgatory Hall? And can we m-maybe… cuddle when we get there..?” You asked shyly, praying he wouldn’t decline.

His small smile seemingly doubled in size, “Aw, sweetheart,” he cooed, “You know you don’t have to ask. Come here.” He picked you up bridal style, chuckling slightly at how you squeaked as your cheeks flushed.

“I wasn’t expecting you to pick me up.” You giggled.

He smiled again, laughing along with you.

“Anything for you, Angel.”

#simeon x mc #simeon x reader #answered asks #request #fluff #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fluff #obey me comfort #obey me brothers #obey me angels #purgatory hall #obey me cuddles #ik i said i was sick but ive had a sudden burst of energy lol #anon <3 #AsmoTheAvatarOfHornyTM

[silverlining317]

Seeking Advice

@hinnymicrofic July Day 9:Broomstick

''It was a fresh, breezy sort of day and as they passed the Quidditch stadium, Harry glimpsed Ron and Ginny skimming over the stands and felt a horrible pang that he was not up there with them. . . . ''-                                                    Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix, Chapter 25,  a.k.a Harry and Cho disaster date.

"Weasley, 10 minutes have passed. Bring me that snitch. NOW!"- Angelina yelled

"I'm trying" -Ginny spun harder. They had started practice thirty minutes ago and it felt like forever. 

She loved Quidditch, she loved flying, she loved Quidditch, she loved flying, Ginny repeated to herself, going around in circles in the sky. Although to tell the truth, the lack of action was beginning to creep up on her nerves.  Angelina, Alicia, and Katie flew from one side of the court to the other in shimmering splendor. Like three parts of the same person, scoring goal after goal, despite her brother's best attempts.

Meanwhile, Ginny was flying at low speed near the entrances of the stadium in search of an invisible gold. Instead, what was visible at that moment was the line of students heading towards the castle gates towards Hogsmade. Line in which a certain couple she desperately avoided thinking about was heading for a dream date.

-''Weasley''- Angelina stopped near her- ''Keep your eyes on the pitch. 12 minutes have passed since I dropped that snitch. HARRY COULD CATCH IT IN LESS THAN 4.5!"

 "But Harry is busy with Cho right now," Alicia laughed and the whole team joined her. Including Ginny who gave her fakest laugh to date. Ron somehow seemed to notice her pain. 

It was not surprising that Harry had no feelings for her, she was a lousy seeker, unlike Cho who, even with everything that was happening, had managed to resume her performance and finish the previous match in 15 minutes.

-''BY THE BEARDS OF MERLIN!''- Angelina flew in her direction once again- ''Is Ravenclaw paying you to make us lose the final? Or is it that your boyfriend convinced you to sabotage us? THE SNITCH JUST PASSED BY YOU, OR IS IT THAT YOU ARE SO DISTRACTED THINKING ABOUT ...''

At that very moment the quaffle sped by millimeters from Angelina's ear, to Katie's apologetic cries behind her, but before Angelina could react Ginny stepped forward catching the red leather ball against her chest. Just what she needed, Ginny thought.

Angelina extended her arm: ''Throw it back to me, if it's not too difficult for you...''

But before she could finish that sentence, Ginny was already halfway towards the posts. His brother's expression filled with terror as he quickly readjusted back into his Keeper position. Ginny just smiled at him, and with the accumulated frustration of that day, that practice and that date, she threw the quaffle with all her might. The ball described a perfect parabola on its way to the center of the third and highest hoop.

-''WEASLEY'' - Angelina screamed like never before.

"That's 10 points" -Ginny said.

-WEASLEY DOWN IMMEDIATELY- Angelina said

-"Which Weasley?" -Ginny asked innocently.

-''DOWN OR YOU ARE OUT OF THE TEAM''

Ginny nodded and descended to the center of the court, followed by her captain.

-''You owe me 10 laps for disobeying me.'' - Angelina said- ''15 for not being able to catch a snitch... and 20 for not telling me before that you could play as a chaser.''

Angelina fought the smile on her face and for a moment Ginny thought she heard a ''That was wicked'' from her captain.

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Back in the Gryffindor common room, after the longest shower of her life, and the most shameless gossip session with Hermionie (in which obviously cupids and tea rooms were not lacking). Ginny saw Harry alone at the Gryffindor common room, watching the last of the night's flames fade away.

"Harry" -Ginny came closer- "Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Go ahead" -Harry pretended to go back to his nearly empty essay, though for minutes he didn't write anything.

"Actually I came because I need your help in a delicate matter " -Ginny said.

Harry rests the quill on his lap and leans into her a little. Always used to secrets.

-''Angelina threatened to kick me out of the team if I didn't improve my skills...''- Ginny began, earning Harry's interest- ''and well, it's not that I think you're the best, nor the youngest seeker in 100 years, but Charlie doesn't answer my letters, and well I don't think the rest of the teams want to help their rival, so...''

"So you want me to give you some advice?" Harry said beginning to smile.

-"No need to be so smug about it" -Ginny tossed him a piece of parchment which Harry quickly caught.

"First, it's the reflexes..." Harry said.

#hinny #Harry and Ginny #Ginny Weasley #hinny microfic

[lets-try-some-writing]

that feral orion post got me ideas, feral starscream and feral orion, or orion mistakes starscream as an abandoned youngling because he's so small and brings him to the base by the scruff of the neck like a disobedient sparkling, starscream eventual settles down once he realizes it's safer with the autobots, still scared because of his time with Megatron, and orion treats him like his baby or something, either confusing or amusing for everyone involved lol

Yes, this idea is wonderful. I am going to roll with the feral Orion and adopted Starscream part of the thought though.

A Rather Unwanted Adoption

In this situation it would only be a few days after the loss of Optimus's memories when feral Orion stumbles upon Starscream after wandering out of the base.

Starscream would be stuck attempting to deal with his wounds when Orion finds him. Of course, the seeker's first reaction is to try and fight back, but thinking about it, he would remember that Optimus is known for his mercy towards injured mechs. This would lead him to lower his guard as Orion comes closer.

Orion would only take a moment to look at Starscream, see his injuries, and then determine that some lousy mech left their youngling to die. He would not waste a moment padding on over and picking up Starscream like a sparkling, tucking the seeker against his chassis to keep him warm. Starscream would be too weak and delirious from both pain and energon loss to do anything but mutter protests and insults. However as Orion does not know any Cybertronian outside of the base language all Cybertronians are born with, he would simply assume that Starscream is crying out in discomfort and move faster.

By the time he would return to base, Starscream would have exhausted himself and resolved himself to deal with whatever the Prime had planned for him. Instead he would find that he was not the only one surprised at the Prime's behavior, the Autobots would also be bewildered by Orion bringing Starscream back to base.

However as no bot was willing to try and fight Orion to get rid of Starscream, he would end up dealing with the Prime's pampering alongside Bumblebee, much to the concern and amusement of the Autobots.

Starscream's Physical and Emotional Changes

The moment the humans find out about Starscream being in base and practically tied to Orion, they flip out. The Autobots have similar reactions at first but after a few days calm down and just accept the situation. Of course no bot particularly likes Starscream, but they are willing to tolerate him since he they can't get rid of him and he and Bumblebee keep Orion busy.

Starscream is terrified of the Autobots and Orion for the first few days, but after getting used to Orion following him around and doing his best to take care of him, he settles down a bit. He wants to be humiliated and angry about how Orion treats him, but he simply can't bring himself to. Seekers need their trine, they need family, and Starscream has not had any family for a long time. As such having a large bot protect and dote on him relieves stress he didn't even know he was carrying.

After a week of being with the Autobots and not getting hit or threatened with death, Starscream no longer feels the need to scurry around in fear and suck up to those of higher rank. Everything is clear cut, the way the Autobots work is infinitely more similar to seeker society than the Decepticons. He knows who is in charge and the ranks are stable, no bots are trying to assassinate those above them and every bot have a role that suites them. The Autobots are a stable organization built on trust. And that more than anything, makes Starscream feel much more at ease.

And with proper fuel and a place with Orion where he feels secure, Starscream also doesn't feel the need to assert his dominance over others as resources are both secure and guaranteed. His emotional state is no longer erratic as he has a person to turn to, even if the person in question doesn't understand him all that well. Orion is no seeker, and the Autobots most certainly are not a flock, but they come close, and that alone is enough to make Starscream feel at home.

By the time week three of Starscream being at base rolls around, the Autobots actually begin to like Starscream to a degree and the seeker's overall mental and physical health skyrockets. His colors begin to return, bright red, white, and blue taking the place of dull gray. His frame begins to bulk up, the emaciated look making way for a much healthier lean build. His optics brighten and his smiles are no longer as condescending. For the first time in millennia, Starscream actually begins to regain his noble Vosian traits.

Starscream and Orion

While a bit of an odd relationship, and a very rocky one in the beginning, by the third week of Starscream's stay at the base, him and Orion are inseparable.

Starscream willingly cuddles up with Orion and accepts all his doting, only attempting to appear unhappy when others are looking. He loves leaning against Orion when he hums for him, that way he can feel the comforting rumble of Orion's frame. He also adores climbing on Orion's back and hanging there so he can look over the Prime's shoulder and glare at people on his behalf. He acts like more of a sparkling than the human children, but Starscream can't help it much, he is touched starved. And a possessive Orion who doesn't want to let him go only feeds into his desire to have physical contact with others.

When around Orion, Starscream will even find himself chirping and using both his field and wings to communicate instead of words. Not only that, but he actually begins to become protective and possessive of Orion. Often baring his fangs and flaring his plating when he feels like Orion is being snubbed or talked down to because of his impaired mental state. Before Starscream even realizes it, he already considers Orion his kin, family, part of the flock he had no idea he had already begun to come to view the Autobots as a a part of.

By the time Orion's memories are returned and he is restored to his normal faculties, Starscream has already made his decision. After giving Megatron one long awaited middle finger, he remains with the Autobots. And while Optimus has no memories of his time bonding with Starscream, the seeker is perfectly fine with bonding with him again. Weather or not Optimus likes it, Starscream sees him as part of the flock. And according to both his coding and the laws of Vos, the flock sticks together, no matter the odds.

#maccadam #transformers ideas #transformers prime #starscream #feral orion pax #this ended up being more serious than I intended #this was supposed to be humorous but now we have feels #well whatever #I have no regrets

[brandwhorestarscream]

tfa jazz/starscream/skyfire

Ohhhh this is so good. Jazz is a little older than Prowl, he knows aaaall about sex and sparklings unlike the vast majority of modern day autobots. But he hasn't had a partner in so god damn long, what with the ban on reproduction and the total erasure of all evidence of such things. What I'm saying is, when he somehow someway ends up with Skystar, it's a dream come true. He's too small to take either of them, so he gets to help Skyfire make a Starscream sandwich 😌

Maybe the flyers are in heat. Maybe they're just horny cuz Jazz has Unlimited Rizz™. Idk what the reasons are and I'm too tired to care. All I know is Jazz and Skyfire are double teaming the brat prince of Vos and knocking him up so hard.

(Yes ik he canonically doesn't have a spark anymore and so couldn't realistically sparkshare and couldn't get pregnant. I dont care I do what I want)

Both Skyfire and Jazz are bracing for Starscream to become damn near unmanageable. They're expecting him to go off the rails and become a total monster while the carrying cycle wreaks havoc on his body, and have been preparing everything in advance in an attempt to avoid setting him off in the future. Imagine their surprise when carrying Starscream is the exact opposite: he mellows out considerably. His attitude vanishes and suddenly he's loathe to ask for things, he becomes so sleepy and subdued getting him to make requests or admit to his needs is like pulling teeth. Deep down he's an incredibly insecure person and is terrified of being alone, being abandoned, and that shows through in entirely new ways while he's sparked. He doesn't want to burden them, hesitates to ask for even the slightest thing even if it's literally just a sip of their energon. He becomes incredibly indecisive, waffling about the slightest thing, and is always so incredibly drained of energy he spends the majority of his time sleeping or curled up in berth.

It's incredibly off-putting because this is Starscream. But some mecha are just like this when they're expecting, and he's apparently one of them. It's a nice change of pace, honestly, but they have to watch him closely to make sure he's getting enough fuel for all the bitties. He's rather clingy, too, always getting downtrodden when they have to get up for the day and desperately wanting them to stay and hold him. He latches onto Skyfire's arm when he's feeling particularly snuggly and just climgs onto his bicep, following him around, and will grab Jazz right off his pedes and wander away with him cuz the autobot is so small. The two of them always make time for his tactile needs 😌

When labor rolls around Starscream is a mess, sobbing and screaming about making sure they all live, that it hurts worse than anything he's ever experienced, that this is so much worse than cloning! One of his claws accidentally pierces right through poor Jazz's servo.

It's all worth it though, when their four bitties arrives, 3 little seekers and a teeny tiny civilian racer in Jazz's exact image. (We actually have some StarJazz babies already: Cloudhop, Vale, Sunshower, and Blues). They're so small Skyfire can hold all of them cupped in his huge servos. Jazz hasn't ever seen real sparklings as an adult before: he was part of one of the very last generations born naturally on Cybertron. He remembers being a kid, remembers other kids, but he's still blown away by how small they are. Even the jettwins, who he helped look after, were already half his size when they met due to their accelerated growth rate. These newborns are tiny, and he's marveling at baby Blues from the moment bitty is first placed in his arms. He about chokes when his son's tiny servo curls around one of his fingers, and his knees are shaking when Skyfire helps him sit down beside Starscream so they can all be together.

#ask game #jazz/starscream/skyfire

[teshamerkel]

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Seekers of Soul

[Chapter 33] (28 Pages)

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Nia catches up with her friends at the guild, and makes a surprising discovery.

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The guildmaster’s quarters are quiet after Nia and Tobias finish retelling the events of their trip to Ghatha. The rain beats heavy and particularly loud up here, on the top floor of the Lexym Tree, and Nia winces every time a rumble of thunder rolls by overhead, drowning them out.

August’s face is unusually grave after learning more about the fire that almost killed them, the ever-dutiful lurantis at his side looking similarly solemn. Maggie had audibly gasped during that part of the story, visibly stopping herself from moving to be closer. Even now her eyes are anxious as they stay glued to Nia and Tobias, petals around her neck raised like the fur of a frightened cat.

Nia exchanges a nervous look with Tobias. They hadn’t even mentioned their not-exactly-legal dealings with Rosalind, though they had to fess up about running into a pair of violent seviper to explain Tobias’ healing arm injury and Nia’s latest aura upgrade.

“Well. It certainly seems you had an…eventful trip,” August finally sighs, rubbing at his eyes. “I’m very glad to see you two back relatively unharmed.”

“Thank Virizion,” Maggie murmurs, just loud enough to be heard over the rain. She looks like she’s still trying to calm herself. “I wish I could ground you two from ever leaving this tree again.”

The meganium’s joke is overshadowed by the tremor in her voice, so Nia gives her what she hopes is a soothing smile.

“What troubles me most at the moment is the suspicion that the fire itself was set as an intentional attack on those at the human convention,” August says, cutting to the heart of the matter.

Maggie clears her throat. “I as well. We…We were close to a former human, many years ago. He was very open about being human and we traveled fairly often in those days, yet he never faced such vitriol.”

Nia blinks, surprised. She had forgotten that Maggie mentioned that, shortly after they met. From Tobias’ expression, he had too. Nia can only assume there’s not a happy answer behind why Maggie has never brought it up again until now.

“But when we met, you said right away that humans had a bad reputation,” Nia points out. “That people didn’t really like them.”

“Because we thought they were weird liars looking for attention,” Tobias says, not quite meeting Nia’s eyes. She almost wants to say there’s something like an apology in his voice. “But even then, the worst it usually caused were some nasty looks or comments.”

“I didn’t realize it was getting this bad,” Maggie agrees with a slow shake of her head. “I’d heard that there were arguments cropping up more often, but nothing like this. Not serious attempts at harm.”

August makes a contemplative noise, then turns to his second-in-command. “Verene, you come from the Southern Edge, yes? How were the conditions for humans there?”

The mantis Pokemon looks thoughtfully at Nia as she gathers her thoughts, as if she’s the representative for the entirety of humankind. “At least a year ago, the general reaction wasn’t…violent. Not as welcoming as the Haven is, of course, but typically nothing more than a few sour looks or unhappy grumbling here and there if the humans got too rowdy or disruptive about something.”

Nia can’t help the way her ears flick back. Verene clearly doesn’t mean it with any malice, but Nia still doesn’t like the way she said that. The humans. It feels like the bug Pokemon is drawing some kind of line in the sand between them.

“In that case, I believe it’s past time that I look more officially into the matter,” August says. “Verene, I’ll need your help recruiting Seekers and researchers to go out and gather information.”

“Wait—really?” Nia asks, blinking in surprise. She’s known from the start that August is kind, but she admittedly wasn’t expecting him to jump into action so quickly.

“Of course,” The rillaboom says with a toothy grin. “Pokemon—human-born or not—are being put at risk. Including one of my own.” Nia flushes, pleased despite herself, and smiles down at her feet. “Plus, Maggie isn’t the only one with fond memories of a plucky little human once dropped into our world.”

Oh. Did August know Maggie’s human friend, too? Nia looks to the meganium. The older Pokemon seems like she’s holding back tears, giving August a shaky, strained smile.

“Would you like me to begin that operation today?” Verene asks, attentive posture somehow straightening even taller at the prospect.

“Effective immediately,” August agrees. “We’ll discuss the specifics after this meeting.”

“Are we free to go then?” Tobias asks, side-eyeing Maggie.

“Ah, one more thing,” August says. “Has Maggie discussed mov—“

“No,” Maggie cuts in, voice unusually loud and sharp. There’s a smile on her face, but something in the way she has it directed at August makes it feel like more of a warning. “Not yet. I’ll take care of it, August.”

The rillaboom gives her an exasperated, disapproving look, but sighs and nods. “Very well.”

There’s an awkward beat of silence.

Nia glances at Tobias. The charmander is watching Maggie with a suspicious expression. Admittedly, that outburst was a little out of character for the older woman, but Nia had attributed her slightly-off behavior to their brush by death.

“In that case, I believe we’re done here. Please do take care of yourselves and take the day off to rest, Team Scarlet. Stay close to home for a couple of weeks, if possible.”

Maggie mutters a word of thanks and ushers Nia and Tobias out of the room. Nia just barely remembers to give August a small bow before leaving, the stone door shutting tightly behind them. Nia turns back to her companions, expecting to discuss the meeting with them as usual, only to find that Maggie is already walking away from the both of them—and at a quicker pace than usual, too. Okay, she is acting strange. Nia trades a look with Tobias before hurrying after her.

“Maggie, are you all right?” Nia asks.

“Aside from the heart attack you two gave me in there, I’m fine.” Before Nia can respond, Maggie glances at one of the lattice windows they pass, where slivers of rain and endless gray sky are visible through a curtain of bark and leaves. “Although I am concerned about us getting so much rain right after a drought.”

Nia’s mouth—already open to prod a bit more—slowly closes. Then, hesitantly, she asks, “But isn’t it good to get rain when everything is so dry?”

“It is, but extreme weather in any capacity can cause trouble, and it looks like this storm will continue for a couple of days at the least.”

“The Haven’s escaped most of the natural disasters and dangerous weather so far,” Tobias dismisses “Why—“

“So far,” Maggie points out, cutting him off. “I fear we’re starting to see the effects here, too.”

“Okay, fine, whatever,” Tobias says, hurrying his pace to meet Maggie’s longer steps and trying to look up to meet her eyes. “I don’t want to talk about the stupid rain. Are you gonna talk about why you’ve been so cagey since we got back yesterday? And why you cut August off back there?”

“Tobias, I don’t—“

“Does it have something to do with Sage?”

Sage? The plant dinosaur that stopped in briefly at their quarters before leaving again? How much did Nia miss?

“No,” Maggie says, unconvincingly, her voice definitely an octave higher than it was a moment ago. “Although you two should really speak with Sage—he’s a nice boy, just a few years older than you. Great with herbs! And—“

“Stop stalling, Mags,” Tobias growls, moving to stand in front of her and crossing his arms. “That worked on me when I was ten. What’s going on with you? What did August want to bring up in his quarters?”

“Oh, that big oaf is just butting in where he doesn’t belong,” Maggie scoffs, though there’s no real malice in her voice. She moves to step around the small charmander, but stops when Tobias blocks her again.

“You’ve been acting strange ever since we got back,” Tobias protests. He stares up at her with defiant eyes, thinly-veiled concern in the pinch of his brow. “Seriously. What’s going on?”

For a moment Nia thinks the meganium is going to dismiss him again. But then Maggie sighs, antennae and flower mane drooping with something like defeat. “Please don’t fret, Tobias. I…I assure you it’s nothing bad, and I’ll share with you soon. As soon as I’m sure everything is in place.”

If anything, Tobias looks more worried at that. But after a moment he seems to decide that Maggie isn’t budging, because he steps aside to let her pass. A vine slips out to gently brush his cheek as she walks by.

“I’m going down to the cafeteria for an early lunch,” Maggie says over her shoulder. “Try to relax today.”

Tobias stares after her, his worry poorly concealed by irritation. “She didn’t even ask us if we wanted to eat with her.”

“Maybe she just…wants a little alone time? We did scare her in there, telling her about how many times we almost died.” Which in hindsight is concerning for their mental health and definitely something Nia should probably worry about more. But one problem at a time.

Tobias doesn’t look convinced. But instead of arguing, he just grumbles something under his breath and continues to walk towards their quarters. Nia follows, relieved when they finally reach the familiar little room.

“She did say it wasn’t anything bad,” Nia reminds him, trying to sound encouraging. “She wouldn’t lie about that, right?”

“No,” Tobias grudgingly admits, flopping onto his back beside Nia to stare up at the ceiling. “But if she won’t tell me what’s happening, it’s because I won’t like it.”

Okay, there’s probably some kind of truth to that. Nia wants to reach out and give him an encouraging pat or something, but refrains.

Instead, she moves to the nearest cabinet, where she’d carefully placed the letter she’d written last night (with lots of help from Maggie). On the outside of the envelope, Alice the Raichu, Afon’s Cap is written in Maggie’s much neater handwriting. The older human did say to keep in touch, and Nia already has so much to tell her, so Maggie offered to help her get the letter ready despite their late arrival home.

“The box on the mail room floor is the closest drop-off point,” Tobias says, seemingly determined to act uninterested even while he clearly wants to say something else. It’s weirdly endearing. Finally, he adds, “You staying up there a while?”

“No, I was thinking of going to see if Val is busy, actually,” Nia says, looking longingly towards their sleeping alcove, where she knows a small tower of books awaits her. It’s perfect reading weather, but… “I won’t do much with it today since we’re supposed to be resting, but I at least want an idea of what’s happening with my aura before we go on another mission.”

“Good idea,” Tobias says with an approving nod. “Make sure you tell her what Junie and I saw during the fire.“

“Right!” Nia bounces on her paws, trying to pump herself up instead of cowering away from the thought of using her aura again. Then she looks back down at Tobias, still sprawled across the floor. It’s a funny look on him, and she bites back a smile. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m gonna find the shinx kids,” Tobias says after a moment of thought. “I’m sure they’re dying to know about our trip, and if I don’t find them, they’ll find me.”

“And you sound very distraught about that,” Nia teases.

Tobias rolls his eyes. “Look, is it my fault some of the best company in this overgrown tree is a bunch of hyperactive eight year olds? No.”

Nia laughs and turns to go with a parting word or two. Tobias grunts a half-hearted goodbye, still staring up at the ceiling as he loses himself in his thoughts.

Nia climbs the short flights of steps to the mail floor to deposit Hazel’s letter, then makes her way down the Lexym Tree, still happy to be back among the comforting scents and sounds of the guild, overlaid with a backdrop of rain. When she gets to the training floor, she sees that the area is packed, more Pokemon sparring and practicing moves and filling up the large space than she’s ever seen. Guess her team isn’t the only one hiding away from the rainy weather.

There’s hardly any open space left, and the chatter, laughter and sounds of battle are almost overwhelming, even from the entrance. Nia takes a step back, considering just turning around and coming back later, when a familiar jeering shout catches her attention. It’s Andyn, stationed halfway through the fray. The deerling is sparring with her stufful partner, Jaz, while Ezra watches on the sidelines, yelling out encouragements. The sneasel spots Nia at much the same time and waves her over with a toothy grin.

Nia smiles back and timidly makes her way through the floor, ducking under flailing limbs and away from stray razor leaf attacks. When she finally reaches Ezra, the sneasel gives her a friendly bump of his hip.

“Hey, stranger! Didn’t know you would be back already. Good to see you.”

“Good to see you too,” Nia says, smiling as she watches Andyn pin Jaz with her hooves. The little stufful just looks resigned, sighing at her defeat.

Andyn looks over at Ezra, a cocky smirk on her face and a taunt on her lips, when she catches sight of the riolu. She lights up, large ears perking. “Nia! You’re back!”

The fawn Pokemon prances over to give Nia’s arm an affectionate headbutt. Nia laughs and pulls her friend into a quick hug.

Jaz wanders over as well, lazy smile dropping as she gets closer and spots the subtle scars where Nia’s injuries from the fire are still healing. “Hey, Nia. Get into some trouble on your trip?”

Jaz’s less observant teammates both frown as they finally notice them as well.

“I explicitly told you not to get hurt!” Andyn frets, sniffing at the ruffles in Nia’s fur and tickling Nia into giggles.

“Are those burns?” Ezra asks, worried.

Andyn jolts back, her concern immediately blazing into fury. She straightens up tall and stomps a hoof. “I swear to Virizion, if that dumb bonfire on legs that you call a partner did this—“

“No! No, he didn’t,” Nia hurries to say, paws out and frantically waving away the accusation. “There was a big fire in Ghatha that we got caught up in.“

Ezra and Jaz relax, recognition flashing across their faces. Andyn doesn’t look convinced, narrowing her eyes. Then she leans in closer to whisper, “You aren’t just covering for him, right?”

“No!” Nia says, her amusement souring a bit. She nudges Andyn back. “If anything, he saved my life. He wouldn’t hurt me.”

Before the deerling can protest, Jaz cuts in. “We heard about the fire. Just didn’t realize it was in the same city you went to.”

“You’re sure you’re all right?” Ezra asks. He shudders and rubs at an arm with his claws. “Fire can be scary stuff.”

“I was out of commission a couple of days, but I’m good as new!” Nia assures them. “The fire actually might have, uh…triggered something in my aura powers? That’s why I’m down here. I wanted to see if I could talk to Val.”

“She’s probably about done talking with Avery,” Ezra says. “You could ask her if she’s free afterwards!”

“Avery?” Nia echoes, blinking and following the sneasel’s gaze.

Sure enough, Val is talking with Xander’s teammate. The kirlia is handing a book over with a smile as the two chat with obvious familiarity.

“Oh. I didn’t realize they knew each other,” Nia says, blinking dumbly. She supposes a lot of the guild would know each other after living in the same space for long enough.

“Val is actually Avery’s aunt,” Ezra stage-whispers, as if this is juicy gossip.

For Nia, it might as well be. She looks again at the two Pokemon. Now that she’s taking a closer look, Val does almost seem to be smiling for once, and Avery is speaking animatedly to the stoic Pokemon. Huh.

“I didn’t know that,” Nia admits, intrigued despite herself. She wonders if Alistair and Val came to this guild together, or if maybe they were born here, raised in the nursery like Xander’s siblings? She turns to ask Andyn when Ezra speaks up again.

“Oh, looks like they noticed you.”

Nia squeaks and looks back, and sure enough her mentor and friend are both gazing curiously in her direction. Avery gives her an inviting smile and a tilt of their head.

“M-Maybe I shouldn’t interrupt,” Nia says.

“Go on! They already know you’re here and you obviously wanna talk to them!” Andyn says, using a hoof to prod Nia forward.

Nia sends her a playful glare but follows through, padding closer to the two half-psychic types. “H-Hi! Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Val hears my rambles often enough,” Avery says cheerfully. “It’s good to see you back!” Their smile droops as their eyes settle onto one of Nia’s scars. “You and Tobias traveled to Ghatha, correct? I heard there was a fire.“

Nia cringes. “Yeah, we uh…we did get caught up in that. We’re all right! But something did sort of happen with my aura, and I know today is a rest day but it’s kind of scaring me now so I was hoping Val might have a second to give me some advice or something and—“

“Breathe,” Val interrupts.

“Why don’t you tell us from the beginning?” Avery invites, folding gracefully into a seated position. “Unless you would rather speak to Val alone.”

“O-Oh, no, but uh.” Nia clumsily follows the kirlia’s lead and sits after Val does too. “Do you—um, both of you—have time?”

“My father will understand if I take a break from book deliveries,” Avery says, voice light. Val’s mouth twitches as if fighting a smile.

And so for the second time that day, Nia tells the story of what happened in Ghatha. About the convention and the fire, about a blue shield protecting her and Junie from certain death, about her aura growing more powerful than ever--but also out of her control.

When she’s finally finished, Avery is visibly concerned, looking at Nia with an understanding gaze. Even Val seems worried in her own way, dark eyes silently scanning Nia’s body as if looking for hidden injuries.

Nia glances over to Team Evergreen. They’re all not-so-discretely watching from a distance, giving her big grins of encouragement (and in Ezra’s case, an attempt at a thumbs-up even with giant claws for hands). Nia’s mouth twitches into a smile.

“So I’m just hoping for some answers,” Nia finally says. “I guess experimenting with my aura will have to wait for a training day, but I didn’t know if you would have any ideas on how to control it in the meantime? J-Just so I don’t lose control and hurt anyone with it until then.”

Val nods slowly. “While I commend your caution, I do not believe it will be as much of a problem as you fear.”

Nia slumps, looking in dismay to Avery, hoping for some backup. “B-But—“

“Forgive me if I’m wrong,” Avery cuts in. “But your aura only lashed out when you were in danger, correct?”

“Well…” Nia thinks back to the fire, and then to the battle with the seviper. “Y-Yeah.”

“In that case, I think Val is correct,” Avery soothes with a smile. “Your energy was just you trying to protect yourself. And if it hasn’t lashed out at all since then, you and anyone around you should be perfectly safe.”

“But it just…” Nia pauses, unsure how to phrase it. She looks around, eyes settling on Azami nearby. The tsareena is hyping up a green monkey Pokemon, directing them in how to send a flurry of leaves into a training dummy. The resulting attack almost blows them off their own feet. “It feels like it’s…too much. Too powerful. Like I can’t control it.”

“That’s normal for things like psychic energy or—in this case—aura,” Avery says. They glance at Val, as if to be sure they aren’t overstepping or saying the wrong thing, but the medicham just nods. “Sometimes an event will trigger our energy into…flaring up, as it were. And like a muscle being pushed to the limit to grow stronger, our power grows. It might just take a while to adapt to it.”

“We will work on your aura during our next training session,” Val adds. “So you feel you have a firmer grasp on it.”

Nia finally relaxes a bit, giving the medicham a grateful smile. “O-Okay. That sounds great. Thank you.”

“What I’m more curious about,” Avery says. “Is how you protected yourself from that debris in the fire. It sounds like your aura has certainly developed, but typically that power must be purposefully trained to form something that defined. It makes more sense for it to lash out in a formless attack than to form a shield.”

Nia nods. “Tobias was pretty positive that it looked like my aura, but…well, does it make any more sense for it to be the move protect? Humans are supposed to be able to learn that, regardless of species.”

Both Pokemon look surprised at this news.

“Where did you hear that?” Avery asks.

“In a book about legends in the archives.”

“How did I miss something like that?” Avery mumbles to themself. Then they shake their head. “Please do show me that book later. Regardless, it said that all humans can learn the move protect?”

“It was pretty clear on that, yeah.” Nia agrees. “Said it didn’t matter what species we were, either.”

“But if you cannot use any moves,” Val says, thoughtfully planting her chin on a fist. “That still should not be possible, whether you are human or not. Protect is a normal type move, and for whatever reason you cannot access any type energy.”

“You can’t use moves?” Avery asks, visibly taken off-guard. Nia winces, and they’re quick to hold out their hands in an apologetic gesture. “I was just surprised that didn’t come up in our previous conversations. I’ve never heard of such a thing. Is that common among humans?”

Nia shakes her head, trying not to feel ashamed but still not quite able to meet the kirlia’s eyes. “No. I met a lot of other humans in Ghatha and they could all use moves just fine. Oh!” Nia picks her head up again. “But I did ask another human about it who used to be a scientist! And he had some thoughts about maybe why I can use my aura when I can’t use any moves.”

Val’s quiet, attentive demeanor doesn’t change, and yet Nia somehow feels like she’s just piqued her mentor’s interest. Avery leans forward with interest.

“So I know aura is usually considered to be a fighting type power,” Nia says. “but Seiji mentioned that if that were the case, more fighting types should have access to it. Right?”

Avery tilts their head. “I…suppose that’s true.”

“So he thought that maybe aura is separate from my moves and doesn’t actually have a type at all!” Nia says.

Val hums. “That would make sense.”

Nia blinks at her, surprised by her calm acceptance. “R-really?”

Val nods. “I suspected something similar. You cannot access any type energy. Your attempts at fighting attacks have none of the fighting type energy behind them. But you have been accessing your aura at an impressive rate—it only makes sense for them to be separate.”

“Oh.” Nia is a little too stunned about her aura control being called ‘impressive’ to respond properly at first. “Um, thank you! Yeah, he said that it makes sense, since I can use aura even if I can’t use type energy. Because aura is like…our life energy, right? Everyone has it.”

“Correct,” Avery answers. When Val and Nia look to them with surprise, the kirlia gives an embarrassed laugh. “I was curious about aura after speaking with you about it, Nia. My father helped me find a couple of the books that discuss it, few as they are. He already had them pulled for you.”

Nia smiles, warmed by Avery’s interest and their father’s quiet support.

“So a move like aura sphere…” Val starts.

“Would just be aura combined with fighting type energy, not aura’s inherent typing,” Avery finishes. “That’s what I would presume.”

“So aura doesn’t actually…have a typing,” Nia summarizes, glancing between the two of them to confirm it. “It’s just neutral life energy. But didn’t you say that the energy used for normal type moves is neutral, too?”

“Correct.” Val says, crossing her arms and looking up at the room’s high ceiling of roots. “From what I recall, other types simply add an elemental energy to that base normal type energy to create their attacks.”

Nia slowly nods as she tries to grasp all of this information. So if she’s thinking about this whole thing right, typing is like…adding a drop of ink into a clean cup of water.

The base “normal” type energy would be plain old water. The typing element would then be the colored inks dripped into it, flaring and diffusing out to change the whole thing to a completely different hue. Turning a tackle to a flare blitz, or a hyper beam to a thunder. That…kind of makes sense.

“Normal type moves aren’t super effective against any other type, and every Pokemon line can learn a normal type move of some sort, even if it’s through TM,” Avery adds. “It’s the one universal move type.”

“So,” Nia starts slowly. “Normal type energy is just…the neutral energy that every Pokemon has, since it’s the base for other typed attacks.”

Val and Avery nod.

“But…” Nia hesitates, “isn’t that exactly like aura sphere, then? Are aura and normal type energy the same thing?”

Avery stills, face going blank. They blink at Nia, like she suddenly just started speaking another language. Even Val’s brow wrinkles in the smallest of furrows, like for once Nia’s nonsense has caught even her off-guard.

Nia shrinks back at the awkward silence. “I-Uh…sorry. Was that…really dumb?”

“The…same thing,” Avery echoes numbly. Then, more excitedly. “They’re…the same thing.”

“So they are?”

“It was always assumed normal type moves had a base neutral energy, but as far as I am aware, it was never even considered that it may be the same basic life energy as aura,” Avery says, their voice picking up speed as they speak.

“So you guys have just been…calling them by different names? Even though they’re maybe the same thing?”

Avery stands, pacing in short, twirling circles to burn off some frenetic energy as they talk to themself. “It would make sense. Why does it make sense? How could this have been overlooked?”

“So this is…important?” Nia asks, still not completely grasping the apparently mind-blowing implications of this conversation.

Avery laughs, almost sounding hysterical. “If this is true it could turn everything we know about typing and moves on its head!”

Nia looks back to Val. The medicham gives her something between a nod and a shrug.

“And it would even explain your shield in Ghatha!” Avery bursts out, stopping for a moment to throw out their hands. “No wonder Tobias was so adamant about it looking like the move protect as well as your aura—because it was both.”

“I…guess that makes sense,” Nia admits, not sure how to feel. Having only learned about types and aura a month ago, a discovery like this kind of just feels par for the course. But she could see how, if it had been an unshakeable core truth her whole life, this sudden new viewpoint could be earth-shattering.

Although, if aura and normal type energy are the same thing…

“Wait,” Nia cuts in. “So if we’re right, I should be able to use normal type moves, right?”

“Yes!” Avery says, ruby eyes sparkling.

“It would make sense,” Val agrees. “We have been attempting fighting type moves thus far, but perhaps we need to focus on normal type attacks.”

“But…” Nia starts, not wanting to poke holes in everyone’s excitement, but curious despite herself. “If that’s true and all Pokemon have access to that energy, doesn’t that mean that all Pokemon should be able to use aura powers, too?”

Val hums. “I believe it may be more accurate to say that all Pokemon can tap into their aura.”

“If we’re right,” Avery says. “it’s still where the power for moves and abilities comes from, so they are using it. Just not in the same way. Each Pokemon species has a unique typing and biology, specific abilities and movepools. It makes sense that the inherent energy of aura would arise differently in different species.”

“Like reading others’ souls and emotions,” Nia says slowly. “Something about riolu and lucario makes it so they can tap into that energy to use what we know as aura powers, while another kind of Pokemon can tap into that energy, then add a specific typing and…breathe fire, or control plant life.”

“Exactly!” Avery says, looking at Nia with a delighted expression. “Although that still wouldn’t explain why all humans can use protect, even without the proper training. Unless it only meant with training, but that wouldn’t be all that spectacular, then, since most Pokemon can learn it through TM anyways. Hm.” Avery turns back to Val. “Nia mentioned her aura training to me before, and discussed how you directed her to find it through emotion. But normal type moves don’t require an emotional tie to use, either.”

Val makes a so-so movement with her hand. “Aura is made more powerful and easier to bring out through emotion. I simply believed it would be easier for Riolu to wield it with that as a starting point. I am likely missing details. The Pokemon who know best are those who have made an art of using aura—the lucario packs. They would know much better than I.”

“But if the lucario already know about all of this, shouldn’t it be more…well-known? Like publicly?” Nia asks.

Avery stops pacing, looking troubled by the thought.

“Normal types using neutral energy has been standard knowledge for as long as I have been alive,” Val states. “Perhaps because what we know as aura powers are only used by a small group of Pokemon, no one stumbled across this idea before. The lucario packs would know. But they must be keeping that knowledge to themselves.”

Nia blinks. “But…Would they do that? This all feels…kind of important?”

“The lucario are a…reclusive group,” Val says after a moment.

“They’re a nomadic Pokemon,” Avery adds. “But very isolated. Very few ever leave their pack.”

“It would not surprise me to know that there are many facets to aura that the general public is unaware of,” Val says. “Even if normal type energy and aura are the same thing, it doesn’t particularly make a difference to most what it is called.”

“I guess that’s true,” Nia admits. “I mean, we’re only coming across this idea because I can wield aura but can’t figure out how to use moves. W-Well, and I’m not like…sworn to secrecy by other riolu and lucario. From what I can tell, that’s a pretty rare combo of circumstances, right?”

“It is,” Val agrees.

“But thanks to you, this information could change the entire way we think about move typing!” Avery exclaims, spinning in an excited, elegant twirl. “Oh, Father is going to be so excited to discuss this! We need to pass on word so tests can be ran—“

Avery turns to leave, but stops themself in a very uncharacteristic jolt of movement, looking back to Val and Nia. “Ah, apologies, I suppose we were still in the middle of talking—“

“Go on,” Val says, something warm and almost amused in her tone as she waves the younger Pokemon off. “Tell Alistair I said hello.”

Avery gives the two of them a shallow bow and a polite goodbye before bounding off. Nia giggles as she watches them go. She’s never seen the calm, collected kirlia so visibly excited before.

“As usual, you have certainly given us much to think about, little riolu,” Val says, voice warm. Nia thinks the corners of her lips might even be turned up in the tiniest hint of a smile. “I will discuss this further with Alistair and Avery before our next meeting. Perhaps what we have learned here can help further your training, both in aura and in moves.”

“Sounds good!” Nia says, hopeful. Maybe she can actually use some moves now! Normal type moves are much better than nothing. Plus, her aura is stronger too, so she could even start learning how to use it for attacks, too.

After a quick goodbye and word of thanks, Nia heads back over to Team Evergreen. Before she can say anything, Ezra grabs her by the arms.

“Nia. Nia. What the heck did you do to make Val emote?” The sneasel asks, eyes and grin wide and impressed. “Rewrite the laws of the universe or something?”

“Something like that,” Nia laughs. “Let me talk to Avery about it some more first and then I’ll catch you up.”

Jaz in particular looks curious, but the three nod.

“So what’re you planning on doing for the rest of the day?” Andyn asks. “We were thinking of getting lunch soon. Wanna join us?”

Nia hums. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not really hungry yet. I was thinking of seeing if the rest of Xander’s team was around so I could catch up with them first.”

“Ugh, Team Shellshock is so cool,” Ezra groans, leaning dramatically against Andyn. “I know I literally just watched you geek out with Avery for half an hour, but I forgot that you’re like…actually friends with all of them! They’re a B-rank team!”

Nia laughs. “I mean, if you can wait for lunch you could always come with me? I don’t think they’d mind.”

“Oh, heck yeah. I’ve been wanting to challenge Kry to a battle for months,” Andyn says, stomping her hooves.

Ezra barks a laugh. “Have you seen that fraxure? She’s gonna pound you into the dirt.”

“I can beat you, and you have a type advantage over me!”

“That’s not saying much when Kry is a brick of muscle and scales.”

“And aggression,” Jaz adds helpfully, idly watching Azami kick around some other Seekers in training. The tsareena really doesn’t hold back, does she?

“M-Maybe don’t immediately challenge her to a fight?“ Nia suggests, cringing at the idea. She’s not sure if the dinosaur would take it as an offense and immediately tackle Andyn into a wall or not.

“Or, y’know, I could,” Andyn counters. “Only one way to find out!” She trots towards the staircase, weaving through the other Pokemon in the training hall.

Ezra and Jaz follow, already betting on Kry’s reaction and who would win in a fight between the fraxure and deerling. Nia shakes her head with a smile and tags along at the end of their little group.

Andyn claims that Xander’s team often holes up in their quarters on off days, so she leads them to the housing floor. Along the way, Nia thinks she sees Sage, the Pokemon who stopped in at a Maggie’s quarters the day before. The plant dinosaur (or is he a frog?) is gone before she can make sure, though.

Huh. Plant dinosaur. After learning about Val and Avery, Nia can’t help wondering if he could be related to Maggie somehow. Seems strange that she wouldn’t introduce them when she had the chance, though.

When they finally reach Xander’s team’s quarters, Nia isn’t surprised to hear familiar, childlike laughter spilling from the room. She is surprised to turn the corner and find not only Xander’s little siblings in the room with their brother and his teammates, but Tobias as well. He’s sitting close to the doorway, buried under a wriggling mass of shinx children.

“Tobias?” Nia asks, shocked enough to stop in her tracks. He hates Xander—and social interaction in general. How in the world did he end up in Team Shellshock’s quarters?

The charmander looks at her from his place on the ground, face an apathetic deadpan as he says, “These kids are a menace.”

“They wanted to play with Tobias and their big brother,” Felix adds from his place at Xander’s side, lounging on a cushion. The wartortle is grinning, clearly amused by the situation. “And who could say no to those little faces?”

Nia giggles and pads into the room after Ezra and Andyn not-so-subtly prod her further. The three shinx kids stop dogpiling Tobias to rush to the newcomers, saying hi to Nia and hurrying to ask Andyn’s team what their names are.

Nia is distracted from the chaos by Xander. The luxio rises from his spot on the cushion, catching her attention. For a split-second, Nia thinks of the luxio in Ghatha, electricity sparking in his fur and pure hate in his eyes. Wishes of harm frothing from his mouth.

But then she blinks and Xander is not-quite-running forward to meet her, his usual calm expression heavy with concern. She expects him to stop in front of her, but instead a single heavy paw lands on her back and yanks her into an unexpected hug, firm but softened by the luxio’s staticky fur.

“Tobias told me about the fire,” Xander says, voice muffled into her fur. Then he pulls back, golden eyes glancing over her healed burns. “You’re all right?”

Nia’s heart melts at his open concern. She tries to ignore the nagging feeling of familiarity pinging in the back of her mind—saying brother brother brother—and stay in the present instead of the fog of her lost memories.

“I’m fine, really. You guys don’t have to worry so much!”

“He almost fried a pillow when I told him,” Tobias drawls, sitting up and smirking when the shinx cubs returning to his side erupt into peals of laughter.

“He did!” Luca says.

“Xander’s so funny when he gets freaked out,” Laine adds.

Leor doesn’t say anything, but he does bite back a smile as he climbs into Tobias’ lap and happily flops down there.

Xander rolls his eyes, clearly familiar with his little siblings’ teasing even as his ears angle back with embarrassment. “Can you blame me? It’s not exactly a relaxing story.”

Nia gives him a smile and an affectionate nudge before glancing around the room. The fraxure that Andyn was so set on finding is also here, lounging in her own nest.

“Avery’s not here if you’re looking for someone to nerd out with,” Kry says, idly throwing an apple up in the air over and over to catch it with one hand.

“I actually ran into them earlier and we had a really awesome conversation about my aura!” Nia says. “They went back to the archives, I think.”

“Yeah, they’re helping their dad out today,” Felix says, watching with amusement as Andyn takes a deep breath and marches up to Kry to demand a battle. The dragon type pauses her game of catch to light up with a wicked grin. She immediately agrees, making plans for a brawl in the forest when the storm has passed.

“You find something out about your aura?” Tobias asks, lifting a brow up at Nia.

Nia plops down beside him, just close enough to feel the ever-present warmth that radiates from him. “Yes! We aren’t sure of anything yet, but if we’re right then we have news that’s going to blow your mind.”

Tobias snorts, flicking his fiery tail for Laine and Luca to practice pouncing on. “Sure.”

“No, seriously. Avery was ten times more excited than I was and I think even Val was surprised. Something about ‘changing the entire way we view move typing’?”

The charmander pauses, clearly reevaluating his snarky response. Even just knowing them in passing, Avery apparently has quite the reputation for their intelligence in the guild. And Val isn’t a scholar, but she’s definitely hard to catch off-guard. “Tell me later.”

The shinx cubs jump at Tobias’ stilled tail, and he quickly whisks it away again. Luca crashes into Laine, and after a moment of arguing the two shinx cubs tumble away with playful growls. Leor’s little ears flick, but he seems content to stay curled up in Tobias’ warmth and watch his more energetic siblings.

Ezra and Andyn wander back over to Nia’s side once the duel with Kry is set, the deerling settling down as far away from Tobias as possible. Jaz shyly starts up a conversation with Xander, clearly encouraged by the luxio’s welcoming smile.

Nia is surrounded by friends and happy, relaxed chatter, and it makes her smile.

Tobias seems to realize their current situation at much the same time, because he looks around at the good cheer with an almost offended expression.

“It was bad enough having to deal with Xander. When did I get surrounded by your friends?” Tobias demands. Ezra laughs at the outrage in the charmander’s voice.

“Oh, Arceus forbid Pokemon dare to be friendly in your general vicinity,” Andyn scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“I didn’t ask for this!”

“Trust me, I didn’t ask to be in the same room as you, either. Neither of us are happy about this.”

“You’re just in a bad mood because Kry called you a twig,” Ezra teases his partner.

“She is!” Kry shouts from across the room.

“She accepted our battle!” Andyn protests with a proud lift of her chin. “Clearly she recognizes a worthy opponent when she sees one.”

Felix snorts. “Kry thinks a particularly large rock is a worthy opponent.”

Kry barks a laugh that sounds something like agreement, and Nia can’t help giggling too, even if she tries tries to stifle it for Andyn’s sake. The deerling is clearly embarrassed, but she just gives the wartortle a pout and a slug of her hoof. He laughs and rubs good-naturedly at his arm.

Nia almost misses the quiet huff of laughter at her side. Tobias is looking down at Leor, combing his claws through the child’s fur, but there’s a small smile sneaking onto the charmander’s face.

Nia’s heart lifts, and she hurriedly looks away from him so he won’t notice that she noticed.

Still, Nia keeps an eye on the charmander as the jovial conversations around them continue. He doesn’t chime in often himself, and when he does it’s either to answer one of the kids or to jab at the others with a sarcastic quip, but even those get a few laughs out of Ezra and Felix and the shinx cubs. She isn’t sure if she’s imagining it or not, but she almost thinks he’s relaxing a bit as time goes on, his shoulders loosening, although the defensive glint in his eyes never leaves entirely.

Something about the whole thing makes Nia feel happy and…warm. Seeing so many of her close friends from the Pokemon world all together in one place, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It reminds her of the day before, running into Maggie’s embrace. Or staying up too late at the inns in Ghatha with Junie, smothering their giggles to avoid waking Tobias.

Oh man, Junie would love to be here right now. She would have so much fun antagonizing Tobias and Andyn.

Nia smiles to herself at the thought. She doesn’t have her old life here, her human family and friends, and when she thinks of them her chest aches with something sweet and sore, like a cavity in her heart. But still…

She’s so grateful for the family she’s building here, too.

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