#she's grown so much since the bomb incident

[dorothygale123]

Anya, you read the clock!! I'm so proud of you!

#spy x family #anya forger #spy x family manga #spy x family spoilers #spy x family manga spoilers #spy x family chapter 94 #she's grown so much since the bomb incident #she didn’t even think about it #i'm so proud

[thoughtportal]

This is a developing news story and may be updated as more information is obtained. If you value such information, please support this Substack.

On Dec. 1, a woman immolated herself with a Palestinian flag outside the Israeli consulate in Atlanta.

Now, according to the Atlanta Fire Rescue Department, the woman — referred to in their report as “Jane Doe” — is alive and “in stable condition” at Grady Memorial Hospital, where she has been since the immolation.

After repeated requests for her name, the department stated to this reporter in an email that it “does not disclose the identities of victims”. Repeated inquiries to Grady, which is a public hospital, went unanswered. The hospital houses the Walter L. Ingram Burn Center.

“Jane Doe” is 27.

When asked if they had made any comment to tell the public that she was still alive this entire time, the official at Atlanta Fire Rescue Department said they “shared the last updated with local media via email on 12/21/23. The release stated: ‘The victim remains hospitalized in critical condition. The security guard, who attempted to assist the burn victim, has been released from the hospital.’” Several internet searches on that quote produce no results. This would also indicate that "Jane Doe" went from critical to stable condition without public notice. 

Aaron Bushnell immolated himself at the Israeli embassy in Washington, D.C. on Sunday, explaining “I will no longer be complicit in genocide” and shouting “Free Palestine!” repeatedly as he burned alive. So, his case — unlike many other self-immolations including Gregory Levey, Raymond Moules, Timothy T. Brown, Malachi Ritscher and others — has received some attention. Thus, “Jane Doe” being ignored fits with the usual pattern. Bushnell is the exception — probably because he livestreamed it. See “Ignoring Immolators Lulls the Society to Sleep.”

As Bushnell was burning himself alive, an officer pointed a gun at him, barking orders as if he constituted a threat. A security guard, Michael Harris, sustained injuries working to rescue “Jane Doe” — but there were similarities, where she was actually viewed as a potential threat.

At one point, the police report for “Jane Doe” refers to it as being a case of “arson”.

Much of the media coverage and general discussion of her self-immolation in December focused on if she had done damage. The Atlanta Police Chief said: “We believe this building remains safe, and we do not see any threat here.” The Israeli government released a statement: “It is tragic to see the hate and incitement toward Israel expressed in such a horrific way.”

Police records indicate that they obtained a search warrant and entered an apartment they believed to be associated with “Jane Doe” — initially using a drone:

The drone was able to relay information as to the layout and the belongings inside. After it was deemed "safe" entry was made with bomb technicians. While clearing the apartment no improvised explosive devices were located.

The police report also noted:

During the search a Quran was found in the bedroom along with a [sic] Arabic dictionary and a Hebrew dictionary. The bedroom bookshelf contained books related to fiction and fantasy. A "Drug use for grown ups" book was on the bookshelf as well. Two journals were seized from the bedroom. A thumbdrive was seized from the bedroom as well. A laptop computer was seized from the kitchen counter. A copy of the search warrant was left in the living room of the apartment. The front door [of] the apartment was secured before law enforcement left the premises.

When pressed for more information in compliance with an Open Records Request under Georgia law, Atlanta Fire Rescue Department claimed: “There is an ongoing and active investigation for the incident in question, which is why the only releasable information has been shared via the incident report. Investigative documentation is not available for release until the investigation is closed.”

#article #jane doe #protest #Palestine #war crimes #police violence

[thecannibalistickiwi]

My Faction Swap AU! Behold

I got a little bit silly I'm very normal about this AU

So if you couldn't tell, Thieves Den has become Blackrock! A little bit on the characters down here

Slingshot: Head of the Biology Division. It's surprisingly stressful, especially since he has to juggle these responsibilities with mountains of guilt for a couple past incidents, two in particular being especially bad. Slingshot used to be Vine Staff's assistant, and a lot of people in Blackrock question his ability to manage an entire research Division since he traded positions with her. Other than that, he's still pretty much the same Slingshot, just a lot more stressed and has a bit more wisdom.

Vine Staff: A ticking time bomb, essentially, and she knows this. She used to be the head of the Biology Division, though she has since traded positions with Slingshot as she started to realize a few things about herself. She is still angry with him about one of his two incidents (dont worry I'll talk about this in a second), but she still trusts him more than herself. Vine Staff is missing a piece of her soul, and her curse is gradually getting worse, but it's worth it. She's a bit more manipulative and unstable than OG Vine Staff, but she cares deeply for her family nonetheless.

Shuriken: I'll cut straight to the point, he's dead as hell and he doesn't even know it. The higher-ups in the Blackrock government sent him and a few others on a mission to yoink a DNA sample from Ban Hammer. Unfortunately, the plan Slingsuot came up with went horribly wrong, and Shuriken was killed. Vine Staff managed to bring him back in a way, but the cost was heavy for both. This Shuriken is missing most of his memories, but he's still a complete idiot.

Katana: Sadly I haven't thought of much for Katana. He still has negative connections to the Broker, though. Katana first met Hyperlaser due to a bounty being on his head, though this initial confrontation ended in Hyperlaser having to return to Lost Temple unexpectedly. Katana has some contact with Slingshot, Vine Staff, and Shuriken, but he mostly keeps his distance. He's grown a dislike for Vine Staff since she respawned Shuriken. Hm, I wonder why!

All of them have some serious beef with Ban Hammer and Windforce for reasons...well, except for Shuriken, since Windforce DMs for him, Sword, and Biograft during their Dungeons and Dragons sessions (this is a whole other story in itself)

#i love these idiots #found family beloved #phighting #art #digital art #phighting au #phighting slingshot #phighting vine staff #phighting shuriken #phighting katana

[lunar-rcp]

a new rcp oc/blog mascot!

Meet Clue! An inspiring detective who thrives to be just like her idols!

Clue is a bit of a scatterbrain. She's often seen either tripping or falling, even over air at times. To say she's a girlflop is quite the understatement. Despite her clumsiness, Clue never gives up and keeps pushing through. Clue always has hope for herself, no matter how bad things may get for her!

Clue looks up to the RCT, but the one she looks up the most to is Poli. When she was just a small vechile, Poli had helped her defend herself when she was accused of stealing something. And now, she aspires to be just like him. She wants to be the greatest detective of them all to make her idol proud!

Clue works on her own since many did not like her due to her clumsiness. This is why I gave her the counterparts of a wolf, as some may be lone!

Clue's charatcer development is going quite well. HOWEVER, at times she feels like she's the butt of the other rescue team members, she feels quite low compared to them. She is also quite emotional and an empath to the max, so she can react pretty heavily at argument sometimes.

Clue's special trait is her lie detector installed! You can't ever lie around her, she'll find out, no matter what!

Clue is pretty much more on the younger side, she's 19! Her birthday lays on September 5.

Clue's relationships ::

Jin: Jin had found her a bit too much to handle at first. She reminded her heavily of helly, as he can be a bit of a clutz too. But after seeing how badly she wants to achieve her dream, she's grown quite supportive!

Poli: The one she admires the most! Poli had remembered her a little from when she was younger, so he's like a father figure to her. However, he does get a little worried for the amount of bad luck she has at times. Despite that, he's rooting for his student at all times!

Roy: At first first meeting, he was quite heavily concerned about her due to her well.. getting in a lot of accidents. Despite that, the two did have something in common; both are total softies and empaths! They secretly watch a lot of romantic/dramas, the amount of times they had cried to the sad scenes is a little unreal.

Amber: She's like a precious little sister to her! Amber had always wanted to have someone to take care of as a little sister, and clue's the perfect canidate! However, Clue often ends up in her office due to the many injuries she sustains. (She's usually with Helly and Roy too when all of them get in silly accidents.)

Helly: At first, Helly envied her a little due to her nature of never giving up. However, after learning they do have some similar traits they become good friends! Sometimes, they like to go around the town to take pictures! (Clue does accidently photo bomb.. a lot..)

How did they encounter Clue?

Broomstown has been having problems due to an another incident again that made everyone lose their trust in each other. The RCT pondered outside about the whole ordeal, but then they encountered Clue tripping over and hitting poli in the head. After the both had them seen stars go round their head, Poli had realized that they had met before. After a heartwarming encounter, Clue goes about on how she can save the towns trust again. The rest of the RCT (besides Poli) was a little skeptical of this due to her clumsy nature, but gave it her shot. When Clue had really outshined her detective abilities, all of them were super impressed! And the towns peace was restored once again.

Clue is often not seen at rescues that require pulling, lifting or things such as that. She's more on the side when cases such as stealing, arguments etc. With her detective skills, she solves these cases all the way!

Clue would appear around season 7 as your typical side kick side charatcer. I'd say she would appear quite early in the series, so around episode 10-12! Her first episode name would be; The clue to a great detective!

She appears in season 7 the most, after season 7 she appears less, but does make a few cameos or even episodes in further seasons. She would also play a role in the safety series! She plays a more serious role in Poli's traffic safety series, but plays more of a sillier role in Amber's daily life safety series. (She probably had one focus episode where she probably broke something)

#robocar poli #robocar #poli #roy #amber #helly #jin #kidshow #clue

[mildiva]

So I’ve Decided To Start A Blog About Music And Parties

the idea came to me on a break at work after leaving my phone at home, my mind never clearer… i should be blogging about music. pitchfork is dead, first of all, and third of all it’s something i cannot live without, so why not?

I’m not sure of the “” format “” this will take but right now i’ll just write things as they come?? and part of my love for music is of course parties. they’re still so life giving to me and i still think nothing is better than dancing with gay ppl some of whom are my friends and hearing them dj. some of them are even good! it’s just spaces of eternal and endless flowing love. anyways.

arianka is back!! when i first heard yes, and?, i thought “alright miss grande this is cute!” and it’s grown on me ever since. I’ve been anticipating this album, seeing what direction she would go. i’ve been listening to sweetener every day for the last few weeks mostly because the eating 4 free series on ariana recontextualized her… everything, i guess?? i’d always seen her as just like a Nickelodeon product industry plant which as a certified quirky-not-like-other-girl syndrome haver did not interest me. i was still listening ofc but i wasn’t invested like i was in say lady gaga (and oh how the tables have turned on stefani the pharmacy tech but i digress!) anyways the five part e4f series on her, how she got started with looping covers of imogen heap on youtube, her serious involvement in the production of all her albums, really digging into the pain and scrutiny she’s been through from her time with The TV Producer Who Shall Not Be Named to the donut incident (which i always thought was a slay) to the literal Manchester bombing, her relationships especially with mac miller… not gonna call myself an arianator or w/e but i am a fan now, especially after relistening.

before i get into the album i just want to say this: the music video for we can’t be friends was adorable! it’s very sad that we don’t get music videos anymore because they’re not profitable or useful for marketing. still haven’t seen the yes and video but i’ll get to it. my main point is that give evan peters a stingy little mustache, grow his hair out a little longer, and he could pass for spongebob slater! so many people on twitter are mocking him for his looks/ariana for being with him but gassing up evan. look, ethan is… not a guy i would approach in a bar let’s say, but i’d let him buy me a drink, you know? and if we’re to believe ariana on supernatural and ordinary things, they have something special! tweets will go viral about “every hot girl needs a medium ugly bf” but she’s not allowed to do it? anyways.

if you detect a pivot in tone here, it’s because i’m no longer blogging with a sour cream donut and 3/4 of a dunkin latte with oatmilk and nothing else fueling my body, sun glowing through the clouds and full of optimism.. there’s a harried blogging now while i try and finish this before i hop in the shower to get ready for a hookup tonight. also, i’ve been thinking and listening to eternal sunshine again, reading and digesting lyrics and of course many many stan tweets about it.

first, i’d like to amend something i stated earlier that i refuse to edit: evan peters represents dalton her ex(?) husband, not ethan. (side note: i wonder if she’s thought back to the line in thank u, next where she says she hopes she’ll only get married once. either way the song is still a smash!) i of course forgive my confusion because, for reasons unknown even to myself, i assumed the majority of this album was about the forbidden romance that soon overflowed into her public relationship with spongebob, but it’s not! this is very much a breakup album and nobody is bored in it.

i’m really fascinated by this because ariana took such a turn in disappearing from the public eye after getting together with dalton (which was certainly aided by the pandemic). as a non-stan, i couldn’t tell you what little she HAS been putting out, but if the inimitable joan summers couldn’t find pictures of her for a two year period, it’s safe to say she was lying low. and yes there have been jokes and supposition about “ariana wasn’t allowed to talk about the divorce as per their agreement but she sang about it~~” BUT! if we take that into consideration (and also rely on the journalistic analysis of e4f), most of the negative press and comments came from dalton and his camp. divorce agreements and technicalities of speech aside, i think she chose a much kinder way to speak about their relationship. even she says she wishes she hated him (knowing very little about their relationship, I’m happy to hate him off of the line about him turning the tv up on her crying) but she doesn’t! even with songs like the boy is mine, supernatural, and ordinary things, she really details a story of a relationship disintegrating with both her and dalton finding other people. it’s certainly not the cheating homewrecker story everybody was running with months ago. even if the arianators turn on dalton, he’s still spared any real damage to his reputation because she doesn’t paint him as a monster, scoundrel, narcissist, etc. not to get too “a man can laugh but a woman can only chortle” about it, but i hope people who wrote ariana off listen and reconsider that despite the tabloids and the lyrics, none of us know what went down in that marriage.

okay but what about the music? this will maybe be the shortest part of this blog (oops!), but I’m really fascinated with the narrative around and in the album. the music, I’ll probably need to listen for another week before i have anything worthwhile to say (i need to go full geek on it). keeping it brief, it felt very airy. sonically it sounds like the imaginary room the cover was shot in: spacious and full of sunbeams. something about some of the songs (wait for your love and yes, and?) felt very 80s to me, but i’d need a psychoanalyst to explain that to me. you still hear an rnb influence throughout, but why wouldn’t you? obviously the boy is mine, but true story as well with the bass straight out of “pony” by ginuwine and a drum pattern (pattern, not sample, don’t get it twisted) similarly to “don’t hurt yourself” by beyoncé. my personal favorite of the album was imperfect for you, but i’m a sucker for a pedal tone that creates dissonance, what can i say?

if you’ve actually read this far thank you? im amazed that you read a 20 mile long blog that frankly, is not even well written yet. xoxo 🐇

#music #blogpost #eternal sunshine #ariana grande

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Five: The Shrine/An Argument Pt. 8

 “Gort…what happened over there? You’re acting off.” Freddy said with worry, getting Dorian to stop tormenting him for a short moment. “The one called ‘Envy’, they said something that was in verbatim of what my wayfaring friend from so long ago had said.” Dolly answered, knowing full well not to hide things from Freddy. “You mean the one that gave you that weird eye portrait? But that was like centuries ago, how did that little sadist know?” Freddy said equally freaked out about this. “I don’t know, they wouldn’t say. I mean I figured that when he left for home, he’d found someone and simply just lived a good life with them. Now I’m not so sure anymore, I wonder what became of him now.” Dolly admitted as she got the lamb into the sink to defrost in the water. Freddy unsteadily got up from his set and walked over to Dolly in the kitchen to give an one armed hug, in turn, Dolly hugged Freddy gently right back. Dorian sat on the table confused about the whole thing as the wind started blowing into the apartment from that broken window. The broken window was now an after thought, ignoring what could potentially climb in through it at any moment… =======================================================================

 Back in the endless planes of worlds, one week in human time since Gort went missing, The young aislings of the Autumn Mist gathered before the Queen of the district, their overseer. The Autumn Mist, following the orders from the Summer Dusk, brought forth a spaniel-like dullahan aisling that wasn’t part of the batch. It had always been a major key trait aside from the two talents in all queens born, the transformative blood that could change mortals into a fae they called ‘cavaliers’. Normally it would've been done to a fully grown human that was raised on the island, however, the situation called for something far more drastic. Never before had the Autumn Mist fed a human child his blood so young before in his time of being Queen, but the wretched deed was done. The child whimpered after such a horrible and traumatizing experience as The Autumn Mist spoke.

“From now on, everytime we see the other districts, everytime we go on field trips to Nibiru, we are to tell them that this aisling is your batch sister, Gort. We cannot go back to retrieve the original Gort, but we will have to continue on without her. Please, make your new batch sister feel right at home in the Autumn Mist District.” The Autumn Mist declared as he gently nudged the aisling over to the rest of the batch.

“Why can’t we go back!? We don’t want a new batch sister, we want our Gort!” One of the older children, the same species as Gort but bigger and both fully upright ears, screamed out in anger. 

 “Because the Summer Dusk said we couldn’t and we cannot argue with his final judgment, as much as we want to, Tinne. I am asking you to play along and call this new aisling ‘Gort’ from now on. Treat her like you would with your own Batch siblings, is that understood?” The Autumn Mist lector at Tinne, Tinne making a face any angry child would make.

“Fuck this stupid crumbling island and it’s stupid rules!” Tinne roared out, stumping out in anger.

“Hey now, we may sing the sweet low song of the F bomb in this district, but you cannot say that about the island we live and ride on, especially in front of the Summer Dusk. This conversation is over now Tinne, please be nice to your new batch sister.” The Autumn Mist warned as he gently nudged the new Aisling towards her new batch siblings.

Tinne tried to protest, but the Autumn Mist was too quick in leaving the nursery dorm for the aislings of the Autumn Mist District. The sight and reaction was all too hard of an emotion to handle after this unprecedented incident. It was true the island had been crumbling a lot faster than it should’ve been and had been one of the reasons they had stopped in that dimension earlier for maintenance. While yes, the beings that lived on the Island were all immortals, the island itself was not. Crops were failing, cattle they had imported started dying off from malnutrition, the island itself grew smaller and smaller with each passing moment, and none of the other Queens knew why.

The Summer Dusk had said that if they had twelve queens united in keeping the raw magic at bay, the island would stop breaking apart and start healing. That was always the plan, the Autumn Mist thought for sure that all new batches of aislings would be protected as any one of them could be the twelfth queen, not just the few that fit a mold. The door to the master room opened as the Autumn Mist entered to sit on his throne of twisted birch and elm. It was like entering a forest as the mist swirled around the Autumn Mist’s hooves as he poured a glass of winter wine. ‘Coward’, that was a word that haunted the Autumn Mist since the aisling went missing. It curdled his stomach as the sweet and spicy wine was sipped.

 ‘No, I need to stop thinking like that, I hadn’t purposefully abandoned Gort…right? I had to follow the order by the Summer Mist himself..Any other Queen would’ve done the same on Tir Na Nog. I’m not being a coward like that Cavalier said.’ The Autumn Mist thought to himself as he poured a second glass.

‘Of course you are a coward, you did subject that small human child into becoming an aisling to appease a monster who didn’t want anyone else to know about the missing aisling.’ an intrusive thought echoed in the back of the Autumn Mist’s mind, the guilt had returned.

#Fullmetal Alchemist #FMA 03 #FMA Fan Fiction #Fan Fiction #Writing #The Wayfarer #Envy the Jealous #Envy #Lust the Lascivious #Lust #Gluttony the Voracious #Gluttony #OCs #Homunculus #Homunculi

[fortheloveofdeaddove]

Making Room

Warnings: See Making Room master post for warnings.

Summary: Part One: Christmas Day

Chapter 16

Ciri was awoken by the sound of her door creaking open. Disoriented for just a moment, she lifted her head and saw Julian tiptoeing into her room. 

“Merry Christmas, sis!” he whispered.

Ciri gasped and remembered, scrambling to sit up.

“Whoa! Whoa! Slow down! You’re gonna mess up your canopy. We can’t go downstairs until we’re all ready, remember?”

That was right. Her daddy had given them strict instructions not to come down until they had showered, brushed their teeth and hair, and put on their special Christmas morning clothes.

Normally she and her brother might have some fun in the shower, but this morning they hopped in together and raced to finish without any fooling around. 

For Julian’s outfit, he had candy cane knee-high socks, some pretty red lace underwear, and a matching choker with a shiny, golden Christmas bell on it. He was still wearing gauze over his piercings, so his top was nothing but a red, stretchy band of fabric that went around his chest, but didn’t put too much pressure on him. Kind of like a super-tiny tube top, she’d thought. Ciri liked his outfit a lot. Sometimes she wondered if Julian was actually prettier than her. If daddy thought he was prettier than her. Ciri kind of thought so.

Ciri’s outfit was exciting, too. Her daddy had gotten her another thong. She felt so grown up wearing it, and she hadn’t been permitted to wear another one since her trip to Santa Catalina. Her outfit was green, which had upset her at first (red was sexier ) but when Julian pointed out that it made them a matching Christmas set, she came around to it. Besides, a thong . 

She also had a choker and bell just like Julian’s, but in green, and green-and-white stockings and a tiny, sheer bikini top to match. 

The last couple of days had been rough, but her daddy had promised her that today they were putting her punishment and the incident behind them for now, and they were going to focus on Christmas. She was feeling 100% better, aching to have her daddy’s cock inside her since he’d deprived her of all touch as a part of that punishment. That, and Triss had been around the whole time for some reason, so there hadn’t been a chance even if she wasn’t being punished. 

Most especially she was ready for Christmas. Apparently it lasted a whole week around here.

Julian put some tinted lip balm on her and smiled before kissing her forehead. They giggled and raced downstairs.

They followed the smell of food, but went straight past the kitchen and into the living room where, overnight, a tree and all sorts of wonderful Christmas decorations had gone up. Ciri couldn’t help but admire them - yesterday the place had been completely normal, and today it was as if a Christmas bomb had gone off. Every available surface and wallspace had a bright decoration in red or green or gold or silver or blue. Aside from the food, Ciri could smell that wonderful smell of Christmas, of cinnamon and oranges and - 

“Oh my gods, Triss!!” Ciri shrieked, dashing back to the hallway and covering herself, her heart beating a thousand miles a minute.

“ Shit , forgot to tell her. Keep working. Ciri? Honey? I’m sorry you got spooked. You don’t have to hide around Triss.”

Her daddy appeared in the hallway, a sorry look on his face. “She’s safe, honey. Come on.”

He held out his hand, and she looked at him like he was nuts. 

Her daddy sighed. “She’s just like Uncle Lambert, or Papa Ves. You haven’t seen her around much like that because I’m trying not to throw everyone at you at once, remember? But I needed the help the last couple days getting ready and getting the decorations up, and she was kind enough to volunteer. I did say you’d be spending this kind of special time with quite a few new people this Christmas, remember?”

 “Yeah but… how big is our family?”

Geralt chuckled, still waiting for her to take his hand. Julian popped his head around the corner.

“Remember, Ciri? Casual nudists anyway? Triss has always been a part of that.”

Ciri blinked. 

Was she doing that weird emotional thing, again ? 

“I… uh… I’m sorry, daddy,” she quickly apologized and took his hand. “I didn’t mean to ruin Christm-,”

“None of that, nothing is ruined,” he smiled gently at her.

Then she took in her father’s appearance.

All six feet of him was dressed head-to-toe in a Santa costume, minus the beard. She snorted and covered her mouth, but she couldn’t stop the laughter that burst forth.

“Merry Christmas, you little brat. Come see your stocking… FULL OF COAL!” Geralt roared and snatched her up over his shoulder and carried her into the living room. Julian was waiting impatiently for them by the pile of presents by the tree. Triss was busy sorting out boxes of outdoor decorations.

“You’re not Santa! You’re Krampus!”Ciri squealed as Geralt spun in a circle.

“I don’t know what that is, but sure! I’M KAMPUS!”

“Put my sister down or I’ll sic the Yule Cat on you, dad!”

Her daddy sighed, defeated, and slowed to a stop. “Very well. I have no idea what you kids are on about but you’ve convinced me.”

___

Geralt pretended like he was going to drop Ciri but caught her instead, delighting in her fearful whoop that dissolved into giggles before setting her down on the carpet by the tree. Julian hmphed haughtily and booped his daddy’s nose in reprimand, before sitting down next to his sister and holding her hand possessively. If his son could have cuddled her into his lap without hurting his chest, he probably would have. What an insistent little white knight, Geralt mused.

“Good morning kids, and Merry Christmas! I’m sorry I startled you, Ciri. You both look stunning in your Christmas outfits.”

Ciri smiled shyly at Triss. “No, it’s my fault. I’m still getting used to all this. I’m so glad you’re here with us for Christmas. Thank you for all your help.”

Triss just smiled sweetly at her and went back to sorting decorations.

Triss had been involved in family get-togethers for all Julian’s life so, ostensibly, Julian knew his daddy fucked Triss. Everyone fucked Triss, that’s what she was for . Julian just really didn’t like it when Geralt went off and fucked anyone without him privately. And, of course, Ciri didn’t know yet. However, Geralt had needs, and difficult as it had been to find moments of privacy, he’d certainly made good use of Triss since she’d arrived.

It was only day one of Christmas Week and he was already ready for all the hassle to be over. Alas, that was one of the tragedies of adulthood.

The last couple of days went as well as could be expected though, what with trying to make all the last minute arrangements for Christmas. Thankfully presents and clothes and catering had been arranged well beforehand. That usually left the more domestic things for the last minute, such as decorating the house. There was Uncle Regis’ arrival, and furnishing the room in The Basement. He’d made sure the guest house was aired out and ready for Coen. Triss had helped manage the kids while he needed to be away, and took care of wrapping all the presents he’d been stashing over the last few months.

In addition to hosting Christmas Week as usual, there was Ciri’s progress to keep in mind. This was the week he’d been working towards this whole time. She wasn’t quite where he’d thought she’d be at this point, but he wasn’t at all disappointed in where she was at, either. In his mind’s eye that day he’d received the phone call, he’d imagined she’d at least had sex with Vesemir by now. But who knew how the week would unfold? Then there was the New Year’s orgy, or gala (as Eskel and his father insisted on calling it) at the end of the week. He was really looking forward to that. He wanted Ciri in pearls that night.

He had to suppress a shudder.

He drew himself back to the present. Speaking of present…

“Julian, number one, that’s a holly leaf and berry, not mistletoe, so put that down and get your tongue out of your sister’s mouth. Number two, both of you sit on the couch and wait for me to bring you both a plate and you can eat your Christmas breakfast there.”

“But daaaaad-,”

“Do we have to do breakfast first, daddy?”

“No buts, and yes. We have a big day planned and I’d like to have some special time as a family after presents, and not have to worry about breakfast,” he explained as he dished them up both plates of sausages, scrambled eggs, orange slices, and mini pancakes.

They dashed to the couch and silenced their complaints after that, and Ciri especially was determined to eat quickly. When they finished, they took their plates to the kitchen and rinsed them. Before they could dash to the presents, Geralt insisted they stand for pictures.

“You’re going to be all mussed after I’m done with you,” he explained as he adjusted some settings on the digital camera, “so we better make these memories now. Your grandfather will lecture me until my head falls off if I don’t. Triss, could you please?” He handed her the camera. 

Normally they’d be happy to put on a photoshoot, but with the siren’s call of presents and special time with daddy, the kids merely tolerated standing for a few regular poses with just the two of them. Then Ciri blushed (and Julian grinned) as Geralt pulled his cock out and began to stroke himself to hardness. Ciri’s eyes darted back and forth between Triss and Geralt several times, but this time refrained from even saying anything. 

Good, very good.

“Can I, daddy?” Julian asked, eagerly.

“Sure, baby.”

Geralt then joined his children in front of the tree and presents, and Julian fell to his knees to suck his daddy’s cock. 

Santa Geralt encouraged Ciri to look at the camera and smile.

“Say Merry Christmas !” Triss trilled.

“Merry Christmas!”

“M-merry Christmas!”

“Mmmff!”

Geralt didn’t let Julian do that for long before he had him stand back up. He tucked Ciri under his right arm and Julian under his left, giving them a quick squeeze and a grin before looking at the camera. 

“Alright, say Santa is the best!” Triss cheered.

The final picture was of Ciri and Julian in their skimpy Christmas day outfits on either side of Santa Geralt, who stood proudly with his hard, spit-slicked cock out. After, their daddy tucked himself back in his pants and had the kids sit back down on the couch so he could pass out presents.

___

When presents were done, Julian was excited for family time, but Ciri was hesitating again because Triss was there. She was just cleaning up the wrapping paper - she wasn’t even watching them - but ever since daddy had sat down between them on the couch and pulled his cock back out, Julian could tell she was really nervous. 

He’d noticed Ciri admiring Triss on their trip to Disneyland. Probably just her body, as the lady didn’t have very many brain cells in her pretty head, even Julian knew that. Even if his sister was unsure around her, she was probably still really curious about her body. As long as she didn’t feel insecure, maybe…

When Triss left to go clean up the breakfast mess in the kitchen, he decided to go for it.

“Daddy?” He interrupted the man from leaving an impressive love mark on his neck. Ciri was laying on her belly, working their dad’s cock with her mouth as Geralt played with her ass. It wasn’t with her usual enthusiasm.

“Yes, baby?” Geralt panted, distracted.

Julian wanted to roll his eyes. Trust daddy not to care as long as he was getting his dick sucked.

“Would it be okay if I used Triss’ chest? My nipples hurts sitting like this, and I think I’ll feel better if I just hump something.”

“Am I squeezing you too hard?”

“A little,” Julian lied. He wasn’t, not in the slightest, and he winked at his dad while Ciri had her head down.

Geralt tilted his head curiously, then grinned. “I’m sorry, Jules. Of course, if Triss wants to join us.”

Julian almost snorted. Triss had already started stripping in the kitchen and was coming around the half-wall that separated it and the living room.

___

While Ciri still wasn’t looking, Geralt motioned with a nod for Triss to lay down on the carpet parallel before the couch. Julian peeled off his panties then climbed on top of her to straddle her ribs, and  Geralt was pleased he’d kept his candy cane stockings on. It made a deliciously obscene picture. She pressed her tits together for the boy so Julian had a channel to fuck. Geralt tossed his son some lube.

“Here, Ciri, that’s enough of that. You’ll make me come too quick, sweetie, and I want to make you feel good, too,” he lied. He really just wanted her to watch.

He had her lay on her side across the length of the couch facing Julian and Triss. He got on his knees on the carpet in front of her and bent over first to kiss the distracted look off her face. With one hand he groped her still barely covered breast, flicking and pinching her nipple beneath the flimsy green material while he licked into her mouth. He slid his other hand from where he was cupping her chin, down to the back of her neck to gently, briefly, fist his hand in the back of her hair. Her breath faltered just for a moment, almost a gasp. Then he released her locks and slid his hand further down along her spine until it rested over the small of her back, his thumb gently caressing the fabric of her thong.

He slowly pulled back from the kiss. She was pleasantly flushed, and he felt her chest rise and fall rapidly as he continued to massage the budding swell of flesh on her prepubescent breasts.

“Do you like daddy’s presents, baby?”

“Yes, daddy.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“That makes Santa very happy. Be a good girl for daddy and watch Jules and Triss while I make you feel good, okay?”

The crease in her forehead didn’t go away, but she nodded obediently.

Geralt stood and at last rid himself of the ridiculous Santa costume. Finally naked, he sank again to his knees before his baby girl. He had kisses for her again, but not for her mouth. He lifted her thigh, admiring the green and white striped stocking against her creamy skin for a too-brief second before he moved the thong aside with his thumb. The wetness already there made his cock jump, her hairless little pussy spread and ready for him to devour. He descended on her greedily, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he heard her sweet, breathy little cry. He was heavy handed, or tongued, as it were, and he lapped at her from clit to hole and back, flattening the top of his tongue on the way down, and using the softer bottom of his tongue on the way up. Again and again and again and faster and faster until her thigh was trembling and his baby girl was panting and clutching at the couch.

He pulled back, licking her slick from her lips and chin, unwilling to give her an orgasm just yet. 

Then, Geralt gently encouraged Ciri off the couch and down onto the floor on all floors, perpendicular to where Triss and Julian were. 

“That’s it, baby girl. Daddy wants you to watch your brother come all over Triss’ tits while I fuck you from behind. You’re gonna be a good girl and do exactly what daddy says, and I promise it will feel really good.”

She looked back over his shoulder, her cheeks stained red. She looked embarrassed, but eager to please him, and she nodded.

He slicked up two fingers with lube and took the time to stretch her. There was no point working her right back to the state she’d been in two days ago. Her walls almost grabbed at his fingers to pull them in, and gods she was tight again. Like, first-week-of-fucking tight.

“Oh Ciri, you’re even prettier than everyone said,” Triss cooed from just about a foot away where Julian was fucking her tits with suspicious leisure. Geralt wasn’t exactly sure what the boy was aiming for, but by now he’d learned to trust Julian’s instincts.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so cute while Geralt fingered them,” the red head pouted playfully.

“Ah ha ha…” Ciri panted and tried to laugh shyly at the compliment at the same time. Geralt added another finger. “Ah! That’s…”

“Oh, you sound so lovely , sweetheart, I just knew you’d be perfect for your daddy and brother.”

Geralt sucked on two fingers of his other hand, coating them in spit before he reached under Ciri to massage her little clit. He groaned brokenly as she tightened and clenched around his fingers even further.

“Isn’t she though?” Julian agreed.

“Oh absolutely,” Triss replied. “Now that Geralt has you both, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so happy.”

Geralt noticed that Ciri’s gaze was locked on the mesmerizing bounce of the red headed woman’s breasts. Julian’s cocklet had disappeared underneath them, but the motion of his son’s hips as he humped her wearing those stockings was… fuck he needed to stick his cock in something.

“Ciri, baby, Triss sure is saying some very nice things about you, isn’t she?”

“Haa ah ah y-yes daddy-,”

“It’s polite to thank someone for complimenting you.”

“Thank-,”

“No, no, baby,” Geralt sped up his focus on her clit and thrust faster and harder into her soft, wet cunt with his fingers, “I think Triss would really like it if you thanked her by showing her how well Julian taught you how to kiss.”

“You’re such a pretty little girl Ciri. I’d love to kiss you. Are you going to come right now? That adorable little face you’re making-,”

“AAAAAH!” Ciri cried out and her walls clenched uncontrollably around his fingers, a rush of slick adding to the lube and mess. Her arms gave out as her orgasm crashed over her. 

“Heavens Geralt, she’s even perfect when she comes,” Triss sighed.

Geralt couldn’t help his smug grin as he reluctantly pulled his messy fingers from her velvety soft channel.

“Yes, she is,” he agreed.

He gave her about half a minute to gather her wits, and he was impressed when she rose back up on her hands before he had to prompt her. She sniffled cutely, tucked her hair behind one ear, and crawled over to Triss.

Fuck. He needed to dedicate some film time just to her crawling away from him in a thong, apparently. A messy, soaked thong.

Geralt couldn’t see much of the kiss from his point of view, but he didn’t need to. His brain knew what she was doing, and that was enough for his cock. He crawled forward to crowd in behind her, sharing a fond, hungry grin with his son. He reached over and kissed the boy soundly. 

He pulled back and Julian lowered his eyes, batted his lashes, and asked quietly, “Have I been a good boy this year, daddy?” 

“The very fucking best, Julian. Better than I deserve. And I’m going to make sure you get everything you deserve, sweet boy.”

Julian’s smile was damn near smug as his own.

Geralt reached for the lube and slicked himself up, mindful not to be a brute about it. Ciri had a task to do right now - one which she had really taken to with enthusiasm it seemed. Ciri’s hand had sneakily made its way up to gently cup Triss’s breast. If he jerked her all over the place with his thrusts, there was no way she could do a good job at her task of thanking the woman. 

He placed the head of his cock at her wet entrance and slowly pressed in. Ciri sighed loudly, and (probably) unconsciously squeezed Triss’ breast. Julian’s hand quickly joined hers, dragging it up from the side to rest atop, over Triss’ nipple, where their fingers interlocked and he encouraged her to massage.

Geralt continued to press in with agonizing slowness, and it was probably for the better. Her little cunt was so fucking tight, despite his prep. 

He wasn’t really able to bottom out without some real force, so he settled for a nice, slow fuck and allowed the ambience to take him. The sound of the delicate chime from the bells on his children’s chokers and the slide of lube-slicked skin against lube-slicked skin lulled him into an almost-trance. The wet noise of kissing coming from Triss and Ciri, and Julian’s sweet little sighs, were something he could listen to all day. The indecent noise of his cock slipping into his little girl’s tight cunt again and again - Geralt couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend Christmas morning.

At some point, he draped himself over his daughter and reached around to grope at her tits, kissing her neck, her ear, her temple, her cheek. No one spoke, allowing the gasps and whimpers and moans to communicate for them. 

There was a turning point for Geralt, and suddenly he felt mindless, and he was on all fours over Ciri thrusting into her for four, five, six hard thrusts, and then he was flying for a while.

When he blinked back to awareness, he’d collapsed to the side with Ciri still cradled to his chest, still inside her, though she and Triss were sharing desperate kisses - on the mouth, on each other’s cheeks and eyelids. Geralt chuckled quietly, but not unkindly. This was good. Better than expected. He looked up to assess Julian’s state.

The boy was in a daze, grinning like an idiot atop Triss, swaying slightly. There was cum all over her chest and Julian’s crotch was a very nice mess indeed.

After a moment, he pulled out of Ciri and sighed. “Alright. We have a whole day ahead of us. No time to waste. Julian, head to the shower. I’m right behind you.”

Julian, thankfully, obeyed without backtalk. Once Geralt had heard the tell tale footsteps going up the stairs, he sat up, but shook his head at Ciri who tried to do the same.

“I want you to stay here with Triss and let her clean you up. Then you two can shower together, and she can help you get dressed for the day. The two of you can meet me and Julian out front, coats on ,” he said firmly, “to help Uncle Coen and Uncle Regis get their bags unloaded when they arrive. Do you understand?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Triss, use your mouth to clean Ciri up and make her come again, then both of you take a quick shower. Meet me out front by 10:15.”

“Oh, but daddy, she doesn’t have to-,”

“Honey,” Geralt frowned, “it’s Christmas. This is part of our tradition. I do my best to make sure I give you kids as much fun as possible. I know it’s new to you, it may seem a little weird, but… Imagine if I gave you less presents than Julian. Imagine how I would feel if, even though I tried to give you the same amount of presents, you wouldn’t take them?”

Ciri looked shocked. Then she hung her head. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Now, now, don’t do that. It’s okay,” he reassured her. “This is your first Christmas. What did we say about firsts?”

“That I can’t know everything?”

“Right. So we have to learn. And you’re doing an amazing job.”

Ciri smiled.

“So will you let Triss give you my next present?”

“Yes, daddy. Thank you.”

“That’s my girl.”

___

There had only been measurable snowfall in the state of Washington on Christmas nine times in the past 127 years, but the light dusting across the ground and the gentle flakes dancing around in the mid-morning sky were certainly charming, even Geralt had to admit. Ciri and Julian twirled and tried to catch snowflakes on their tongues and attempted a couple snow angels. Triss was single-mindedly focused on arranging snowman statuettes on the stairs leading up to the front entrance. She’d already mounted the decorative wreath on the door, keeping busy as he’d requested.

Coen arrived first. Julian was glued to his side the moment he stepped out of his van, nearly vibrating with excitement, tugging at his arm and pulling him around to the back of the vehicle in a rush to get to meet Toby. Ciri had gravitated to Geralt’s side, clingling with one hand to the back of his coat and partially standing behind her father, peering at her most mysterious uncle yet. 

“I know you’re excited to meet Toby, Julian, but we have one other introduction to take care of first,” Geralt reminded him fondly.

Coen ruffled Julian’s hair with a grin and stepped forward to meet his niece. 

“Hello, Ciri. My name is Coen. It’s really nice to finally meet you.”

Geralt gently encouraged Ciri forward. She was looking Coen up and down rather shrewdly, and her assessment seemed to settle on pleased . Her inability to school her expression was so  amusing - like having the cheat codes to his favorite video game. She just made it too easy. It was obvious when she looked at Uncle Coen, his daughter liked what she saw. 

He couldn’t blame her.

“Nice to meet you, too, Uncle Coen. Do we get to meet your dog?”

Coen looked at Geralt in faux outrage. “Why did I even come this year? I should have just sent Toby. Who even needs me?”

“Aaaaaw Uncle Coen -,” Julian said.

“You big baby, you’re the one who brought him,” Geralt teased.

“Oh!” Ciri squeaked. “That was rude, I didn’t- I’m sorry-,”

“Don’t sis, he’s just screwing with you! Uncle Coen, stop being a toad! Let us meet Toby or go home!” Julian demanded.

Coen threw his head back and laughed, and Geralt smiled and shook his head.

“Alright, alright,” he relented, digging for his keys. “When I let him out, the rules are no screaming or jumping or being too hyper, okay? We all stay nice and calm while he gets used to new people and new places.”

The kids nodded. Another car was coming up the drive - Uncle Regis.

“Uncle Regis is pulling up. Let me handle getting the luggage sorted, you just get the kids and Uncle Regis inside and Triss will get some coffee and lunch going. I don’t want him out here trying to haul shit around.”

“You got it, pretty boy.”

Ciri giggled. Geralt scowled and rolled his eyes. He ambled towards the approaching vehicle as Coen released the hound.

___

“So, Miss Cirilla, tell me how you’re progressing with Lara Dorren?”

Ciri blinked as she set her spoon down in her piping hot tomato soup, and looked curiously at the elderly gentleman sitting across the dining room table from her. He was smiling kindly at her. She glanced briefly again at her daddy who was sitting next to her. He put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it reassuringly. 

“Um, we’re doing well. She’s perfect, of course. I’ve never ridden a horse like her,” she chuckled nervously. Uncle Regis reminded her a bit of some of her grandmother’s old friends, or acquaintances, as the woman herself would have said. Though Uncle Regis seemed a great deal friendlier. He was still stately and refined, though, and Ciri couldn’t help but remember that old feeling of wanting to perform well for her professors in order to get her grandparents’ approval, and the approval of the people who moved around them. Back then, it seemed like there was someone who she was supposed to become, and that it was possible she could fail. If she didn’t impress the right people, her grandparents wouldn’t support her someday, for something. She’d never been quite sure, it was all more just feelings and impressions.

She didn’t know why she had a similar feeling with Uncle Regis, because he seemed awfully nice.

“I find that hard to believe but also entirely believable at the same time. I know Moussack saw to it that you kept up your equestrian training, which would have afforded you access to many fine horses, yet being Calanthe’s granddaughter, she would have done her best to avoid investing in it to the point of inconveniencing herself.”

“Er, Uncle Regis…” Her daddy interrupted.

“Oh, dear. You’re quite right, nephew. Forgive me, Cirilla. I do not mean to speak ill of your grandmother.”

“You didn’t. All you said is that she didn’t want to keep horses, just in a fancier way, and that was true. She didn’t.”

Uncle Regis smiled at her, and Ciri felt a thrill run through at the look of sheer approval. 

“You are obviously very wise, and I would expect nothing less of Pavetta’s daughter. With Moussack always going on the way he did, I couldn’t help but suspect him of exaggerating your good qualities from time to time, but I do believe now that he was being entirely honest.”

Ciri looked down at the table and tried not to smile. “Well, Moussack is like family. He has to say nice things.”

Uncle Regis chuckled fondly. “Ah, but you see, for Moussack to consider you family, and he does, then you must be a very special person indeed. For Moussack is actually a very grumpy individual and does not make friends easily-,”

There was an echo of agreement from her daddy and Uncle Coen.

“-yet speaking highly of you is one of his favorite pastimes, it seems. He dearly wished and tried heartily to arrange to be here for this Christmas, but he is still tied up with your grandparents estate. He hopes to be able to visit in the spring, however.”

Ciri felt a bubble of hope and longing well up inside her, but it was quickly followed by a nervousness she immediately tried to squash. Surely her family had a plan for when outsiders came to visit. She’d be able to see Moussack without him finding anything out, right? She couldn’t bear the idea of never being able to see her old friend again. She’d always just assumed it was only a matter of time before she did see him again. He’d told her before Geralt had come to collect her that he’d be busy sorting out the estate for many months to come, but that he would eventually come see her, and to be patient.

Her daddy squeezed her thigh again, looking at her with a question on his face. She smiled at him and shook her head. She would ask him later.

___

Ciri and Julian had bundled up and taken Toby to the backyard to play fetch when daddy, Coen, and Uncle Regis had pulled out a boring old photobook. 

Things between them had been better since the day after The Incident, as they were calling it.

Julian had been entirely out of the loop until Geralt had taken him aside the next morning to give him a brief rundown. His daddy had said that Aiden had taken advantage of Ciri while Uncle Lambert’s back was turned, but Julian wasn’t stupid . 

Uncle Lambert’s back had been turned alright. Probably turned so that his stupid face was looking at a monitor while Aiden had sex with Ciri. Gee, he wondered whose idea that had been.

Maybe he’d still been stupid before Yennefer. He was still trying to get the hang of this with Ciri, so it’s not like he was super smart about it, yet . He knew he was still a kid. But this was Ciri . That wouldn’t have happened to her unless daddy let it happen to her. Daddy probably was watching, too.

If daddy thought that was best, well, then that was what was best. Julian just had to figure out what his role was. Ever since Ciri had run off to the woods all those weeks ago, her older brother was determined to be one step ahead of the situation like his daddy always seemed to be. He didn’t like feeling like he didn’t know what to do. The grown ups always made everything okay, no matter what. So if he just did the right thing, too, it would help keep Ciri here, and happy, and close to him.

Did he really care that he hadn’t gotten to be the next one to fuck his sister? Not really. No one else got to be her brother. No one ever would. He’d always assumed Papa Ves would be next. And knowing how this happened, he didn’t exactly feel jealous. He was more pissed, and just wanted to help Ciri get past it. Sometimes the things the grown ups wanted weren’t exactly convenient for the kids. He hadn’t minded it before when it was just him, but he really didn’t like seeing Ciri cry.

“Um, I… before everyone comes over tonight. I… it’s stupid, sorry. I don’t mean to bring it up again. I just wanted to tell you… I was wrong,” Ciri muttered as she threw the ball out for Toby and watched the giant, slobbering floof-beast tear off after it again.

“About what?” Julian asked.

“About Aiden. I… don’t want see him right now, but I know I have to. I want to be good and get along with everyone. I don’t want to ruin Christmas. But I want you to know… even if I’m being friendly… I’m still mad at him.”

Julian nodded, and he looked at the snow-covered ground 

“I’m mad at him, too. I got your back tonight, sis. And forget about what happened. Our first time is gonna be amazing. That prick didn’t even make you come, and I’m going to hold that over his head for the rest of his life ,” Julian spat.

Ciri looked at Julian with wide eyes, apparently not expecting her brother to be angry on her behalf. “I… I don’t want to make anyone fight.”

“Don’t worry, sis. I know how to deal with Aiden without fighting with him or getting in trouble. You know how daddy punishes us? How its… kinda good and bad at the same time?”

Ciri nodded. Julian grinned.

“I can do that to Aiden, and I’m really good at it. And you and I are going to come up with a plan, and we’re going to punish Aiden. And he’s going to like it so much, he’s not going to complain. But make no mistake, it will definitely be a punishment.”

Ciri thought she liked the sound of that.

#House of Rivia #Making Room #The Witcher fic #dead dove do not eat #Geralt/Ciri #Geralt/Jaskier

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Chapter 160: How much of Yuji’s life has been orchestrated? + Megumi the stage-five clinger

Happy JJK-Sunday!

If I had to describe chapter 160 with as few words as possible, I would say: Oh f*ck...

My favorite moment was, of course, Megumi acting like a stage-five clinger. His interaction with Yuji in this chapter is especially ominous in light of Yuji being adamant of protecting Megumi from Sukuna.

A second favorite was Sasaki showing up in this chapter because of the implications moving forward.

Let’s jump right in. 

How much of Yuji’s life has been orchestrated by Kenjaku?

We start the chapter with Kenjaku talking to none other than Sasaki, one of the members of the Occult Club at the high school in Sendai that Yuji used to attend.

Of course, the bomb that Gege dropped on us in this chapter is when Kenjaku thanks Sasaki “for getting along with my son”. 

Like... excuse you?

Not only does this 100% confirm that Kenjaku used Yuji’s mother’s body to give birth to him, but this specific moment + some foreshadowing from previous chapters also opens an interesting can of worms about Yuji’s life: just how much of Yuji’s life has Kenjaku orchestrated?

For me, the implication is that Sasaki had an assigned role to play in Yuji’s life that would inevitably lead to him eating Sukuna’s finger. 

I am assuming this because although we don’t see Kenjaku’s interactions with the other people in Sendai, we get to see that, in addition for thanking her for getting along with Yuji, Kenjaku is incredibly kind to Sasaki. We also learn that she’s the only one who has received a special message from him (thanking her).

Ready to make this whole interaction more ominous? Someone pointed out that the kanji in Sasaki’s name means assistant. 

All of this brings us right back to Yuji’s free will--or lack thereof?

We already know that Kenjaku claims he made Yuji “ingest” Sukuna’s finger and that Megumi is rightfully concerned with this idea because he witnessed Yuji eat Sukuna’s finger “of his own free will.”

It’s also becoming increasingly obvious that Yuji was "created” solely for the purpose of becoming Sukuna’s vessel. 

What this new reveal about Sasaki does is that it makes everything feel like certain events have been part of Kenjaku’s master plan all along. While this still feels a little farfetched, it will come down to how Gege works this idea into the story moving forward.

Come to think of it, even Yuji’s grandfather’s dying words to Yuji take on a new meaning since we know Wasuke knew something was definitively up with Yuji’s mother.

Another possible bit of foreshadowing all the way in chapter 1: While the intersection in the second panel below could be ANY intersection in Japan, it sure looks like the Shibuya crossing:

A quick note on the importance of kanji meanings in JJK before moving onto the next section: knowing the meaning of Sasaki’s name tells us that names are important in JJK. If you haven’t, I recommend you read my break down on the meaning of Megumi’s FULL NAME. His first name is important, but so is his last name.

The plans moving forward

Going off to Tokyo Colony #2 are Panda and Hakari. 

As the strongest, Hakari feels like he should take on Hajime. As for Panda, it looks like his focus will be on hunting down Angel.

Side note: I love that Hakari is still calling Megumi names. Guess Senpai can’t help himself.

I must admit I was disappointed to find that Kirara will stay behind to report, but it is what it is. I am assuming Gege could see no use for Kirara and decided to leave the character out of the action for the time being. 

As for Megumi and Yuji, they’ll be heading to Tokyo Colony #1 to target Higuruma, everybody’s new favorite Law & Order boss. 

This brings us to Megumi’s current state of mind...

Megumi the stage-five clinger

I had a hard time coming up with the title for this section because what I see happening is that Megumi is starting to feel the pressure of the looming deadline for Tsumiki joining the Culling Game. What his behavior shows, however, is that he needs Yuji with him and is clinging onto him but won’t come out and say it--opting instead for aggression towards Yuji, the very same person he needs most. 

His behavior reminded me of how Megumi could be mean to Tsumiki even though he clearly adores her. Apparently that’s the meaning of being tsundere. I’ve read about the term tsundere before but it never “clicked” until this moment and I just love Gege’s interpretation of the trope through Megumi’s character. 

It goes without saying that it was REALLY interesting to me to see Megumi’s dynamic and interaction with Yuji in this chapter because it looks like Gege is letting us know Megumi’s state of mind continues to be one of desperation--remember that dogeza bow from chapter 157?

The thing about Megumi is that he looks stoic on the outside, but he’s actually an incredibly emotional person who doesn’t often show how he’s feeling. 

I hadn’t caught on, but in chatting with @justafrenchlondoner​ about the chapter, they pointed out Megumi’s behavior in his dynamic with Yuji appears nervous and aggressive.

Upon a second look I have to agree that Megumi is acting out of character and aggressive with Yuji when all that Yuji really wants is to protect Megumi from Sukuna.

And yes, let me go ahead and sound like a broken record as I remind you of Yuji’s rather ominous words from chapter 143 yet again:

And this is the part of the chapter that knocked the air out of me: Megumi telling Yuji to stfu about Sukuna but Yuji thinking to himself “as long as I’m around you will suffer” back in ch143 is so damn ominous.

Oh f*ck...

But this is what REALLY gets me about this whole interaction and why I’m calling Megumi a stage-five clinger...

Even though Megumi is calling Yuji selfish, in reality, the one being selfish is Megumi.

This is, of course, my own interpretation of the situation, but to me it feels as though Megumi is clinging onto Yuji’s strength for dear life. 

It’s almost like Megumi needs not just Yuji’s physical strength, but also his unwavering conviction or mental strength.

If you think about it, Megumi has only recently started fighting to win. Remember how unsure he was of himself when fighting Sukuna for the first time? It wasn’t until he went up against the Cursed Spirit from the Yasohachi bridge that he let go of his inhibitions.

Megumi’s battles during Shibuya were the pinnacle of his growth as a character in that moment. If I remember correctly, according to the timeline of events, the Shibuya incident happened around two weeks prior to the current chapter. You could say that although he is more comfortable in his strength than before, Megumi is still growing into his strength at this point.

The thing about Megumi is that everybody and their Divine Dog believes in him and sees his potential except for him. As Gojo tells him “you undervalue yourself.”

Looking back, the way Megumi asks begs Yuji for help in chapter 143 is very enlightening of how Megumi needs Yuji’s strength: 

I initially had read this to mean Megumi needed Yuji’s physical strength. Upon second look, however, Megumi has always seemed to have admiration for Yuji’s conviction.

With the looming deadline for Tsumiki’s vow to join the Culling Game, as Megumi starts to feel the pressure to make his plan work, who better to keep around than the person who will always go for the home run and whose strength he admires?

In other words, like hell he’s going to let Yuji leave his side. Which, again, only makes it more heartbreaking to think Sukuna is up to no good regarding Megumi and Yuji wants to protect him from that.

Oh f*ck.......

The panel below feels like a bit of a lighthearted and comical moment, but it’s also interesting to note that this is the second time they “fight”.

The first “fight” having taken place during the Cursed Womb Arc.

If you will remember, Gege used the Cursed Womb Arc and the Origin of Obedience Arc to show us how much our favorite trio had grown. 

Not sure Gege is going to parallel something here again, but just interesting to note.

Oh f*ck...

Ya, please excuse the French.

Despite the many words I’ve shared here, this chapter left me mostly speechless. 

I feel like I’ve been trapped in Gojo’s limitless domain expansion and all I can think is “oh f*ck” or “halloween” (if you catch my drift).

Chapter 160 was incredible because it looks like Gege has finally finished putting all his pieces into place and is ready to go for the kill by: 

Starting to unravel the story bit by bit, giving us all of the twists we both saw and did not see coming, and

Ramping up the stakes. Taking into consideration the estimates that JJK is somewhere around 60-70% done at this point, It’s not a matter of whether some of our beloved characters will die, but about who, when and how they will die

One last detail

I love the last four panels of the chapter showing Panda, Hakari, Yuji and Megumi all wearing their uniforms (barring Panda) and getting ready to become official participants of the Culling Game by entering their respective barriers.

Knowing that Gege is a very talented artist capable of showing and expressing emotions through his art, I feel like these panels tell us a lot about what the characters might be thinking and I thought I’d expand on that. 

Bear in mind this is my personal interpretation as an artist:

Panda looks excited and ready to fight, perhaps even confident. Panda is saying “bring it!” with his body language

There’s a hint of something I can’t describe in Hakari’s face. It’s almost like he’s coming face to face against how big of a challenge this is going to be and yet he’s resolved to walk straight into “the depths of hell itself”

Yuji looks focused, determined to go in and give it his best no matter what comes his way--that’s just who he is

And then there’s Megumi. I’ve been drawing Megumi recently, and one thing I noticed is that he has very specific micro-expressions. In his panel, he’s warming up his wrists as though he’s getting ready to fight, he has a focused look on his face, but the shadows around his eyes say he might be feeling like he is carrying the heavy burden of the uncertainty surrounding the situation he’s going through

With all that being said... the Culling Game is officially starting and we’re in for a one-way ride straight to hell.

Thank you for reading and happy JJK-Sunday!

What about you? What did you enjoy most about chapter 160?

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[btsslowburnfic]

-The Arrangement- Chapter 1

Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable add. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter summary: Let’s meet our lovely [Y/N]. Every good story starts somewhere. Buckle up for the next few months babes <3 

Chapter 1

“Nope, sorry, I have to get to my other job.” You politely declined getting after-work drinks with your colleagues like usual. It was nice of them to still invite you even though you never said yes. 

You excused yourself to the company restroom. Out with the office worker, in with the bartender. You switched shirts, put your hair up in a ponytail, and applied heavier make-up. You'd switch out your skirt when you got to the club. As dumb and gross as it was, you always made more money when you wore your questionably short shorts. Oh well, money is money. 

You sent a quick text to your brother to make sure he and your sister got to your aunt's apartment and then headed for the station. Ok. How much money do I need to make tonight? You asked yourself as you opened the banking app. You mentally calculate the amount needed to feed your siblings, pay for the bus, and utilities. Ugh Maybe Park Minho will let me stay for him tonight. He usually wanted to get out of work early to go hang out with his friends. You would be ok this week if you stopped taking the bus and ate more ramen and less real food. You sighed. You were so tired.

You walked through the black glass doors of Club Tokki. There were only a few customers right now and you immediately went to see if anyone had made coffee. Work coffee=free coffee. Luckily for you, Lisa, the woman who worked the day shift almost always needed an extra dose of afternoon caffeine and there was still enough for a cup.

“Hey doll!” Lisa greeted you. “Here, I brought some milk in as well,” she said as she poured the coffee for you.

“You are a lifesaver. Thank you so much.” You gratefully took the mug, warming your hands. 

“No problem, do you need me to do anything before I leave? I’m going to close out with those two groups first.” She asked as she rinsed off some pint glasses.

You assessed the bar looking to see what you might need over the next few hours. “Yeah, ask the bar-back to get two more bottles of Goose and a bottle of Crown. We usually go through those on Wednesdays. And maybe cut a few limes and lemons. Thanks.” You took the coffee with you to the small office and finished changing clothes. Lisa was a student so she shared your need for thrifty living, coffee, and work. You didn’t have many friends, but you knew you could count on Lisa for caffeine and getting the bar prepped. 

You walked back out to the bar, mentally preparing yourself for the night ahead. In a few minutes people like your office coworkers would stream in, treating each other to after work drinks, socializing, and networking. You used to wonder if your circumstances were different if you would be the type of person who went out after work and socialized with their colleagues. You had come to the realization that “no” you wouldn’t. You would probably go home and sleep. Maybe read. You sighed and shimmied behind the bar as Lisa started to count down the drawer. "Alright, I asked the barback for the alcohol and there's 2 cups of lines and lemons." 

"Thanks a lot babe. See you tomorrow." you waved at her and started to move stuff around to where you liked it. 

"Happy money making." she smiled and headed out. 

As predicted about half an hour later, office workers start to show up and the bar is slowly starting to fill up. Club Tokki is known for its laid back vibe so it's mostly beers and "and" drinks. Whisky and coke. Vodka and soda. Occasionally there were some younger girls here that ordered the more complicated drinks. But you got those out as well; this wasn't the first bar you'd ever worked at, just the latest incarnation. And just like that, the night starts to speed up. Minho arrives two hours into your shift for the after-dinner rush.

“Just in time dude,” you greeted him as he walked behind the bar.

“What do you need?” He asked as he clocks in for the night. 

“The bar is caught up if you want to go check section one. Shinhye has the rest of the floor.” You instructed him and used this opportunity to catch up on cleaning dishes. You caught one of the guys at the end of the bar staring at you. He was definitely good looking, and stood out with his expensive suit, silver hair, and strong facial features. Whatever. As long as he tips. You were not looking for a boyfriend. Or a hookup. You cringed at the thought of even trying to navigate dating between your work schedule and also living with your Aunt as a grown ass woman. You shook your head like it would get rid of the thought. Satisfied with the current state of the bar you took a minute to drink some water and scan the club. There were worse places you could work for sure. 

Minho came back to the bar and asked you to make some shots while he grabs some beers. Grape bombs? Is this 2012? You resisted the urge to gag, having gotten sick on them when you were younger. You placed the drinks on his tray and checked the bartop once again.

Mr. Expensive Suit dimple-face was nursing a Goose and soda. “You doing ok?” you asked him as you made your way down the bar. 

“I’m great. Thanks. What’s your name?”

“[Y/N]” you responded and started to move on to your next guest. 

“This is the part where you ask my name.” he said arrogantly. Suddenly you did not care for him as much.

“Is it? I’ve never talked to someone in a bar before. I didn't realize there was a script.” you responded sarcastically. You hated it when guys thought they could manipulate you. 

“Wow. Ok. Ok. Hard to get. I respect that. I’m Kim Namjoon.” 

“Ok Mr. Kim, is there anything else I can get for you right now?” you asked, oh so sweetly.

“No. I’m good for now.” he said, laughing to himself. He shook his head incredulously and sipped his drink.

Well maybe you weren’t going to get tipped after all. Oh well. 

The rest of the night was mostly a blur. The vodka special brought in quite a few people and you ended up going through four bottles of Goose. Mr. Kim Dimples remained, nursing only his second drink now and still staring at you even though he was trying hard to not look like he was staring. It was awkward. He was hot but sooo not your type. Which you thought you had made clear.

“Mr. Kim, are you sure you even like Goose and soda?” you teased him as you made another round checking on people. 

“You know, I am more of a beer drinker myself, but I can’t pass up a good vodka special.” he leaned to the side, getting out his wallet, and pulled out a business card.

“[Y/N], I’d like for you to take this.” he stuck it between his index and middle finger, holding it out for you to take.

“I am flattered, Mr. Kim, but I’m not interested in anything like that.” you smiled politely. 

He rolled his eyes at you.  “Believe me, I’m not asking you on a date. You are so not my type,” he said with an air of disgust. As though he was repulsed that you would have even thought he would consider asking you out. “This is a job opportunity. I work for a talent agency of sorts.”

Wow. What a dick. “Oh yeah? What talent do you see?” you gesture to yourself. “I do pour some stiff drinks and can usually tell rude guys to fuck off with a smile on my face.”

To your surprise he just laughed. “You are very funny. And I suppose some people would find you attractive. Just take the card. I think you’re the best candidate I’ve found yet.” he stood up and put on his suit jacket, sitting the business card down on the bartop.

“Rude.” you casually said, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"Well, it makes no difference to me if you accept or not. Regardless, there it is." He gestured to the card, and sat down way too much money on top of it. "Keep the change." He turned and left.  

You didn’t end up closing for Minho; the two of you both stayed since it remained steady through closing time. You were weirded out by the conversation with Mr. Kim, but having worked in a bar for the past 7 years, it wasn't the weirdest thing that had ever happened to you. You threw  the business card into your purse and forgot about it for the rest of your shift.

The remainder of the night passed without incident. As much as you disliked it, that weirdo's money helped make sure you could take the bus again the next few days. You stuffed your tips into your purse and walked home. Well. To your aunt's house. It didn't really feel like home. Just a temporary landing spot until you and your siblings could get your own place again. 

You entered quietly and washed your hands. You dutifully went through your siblings school bags, making sure their supplies and homework were where they should be. You packaged their lunches as much as you could and started a fresh batch of rice for tomorrow. All mostly in the dark so you didn't wake anyone up. Your brother was sleeping on the couch, which you hated, but he insisted on it. You were sharing the guest bedroom with your sister and your niece.

You grabbed your laptop and curled up in the corner of the kitchen to not bother anybody. I’m a 27 year old loser hiding on the floor of my Aunt’s apartment in the middle of the night. I have to wake up in 5 hours for my other job and instead I’m going to look up a website that some weird ass rude hot guy at a bar gave me. Why is this my life? You thought, and yet you pulled out the business card and entered the link. It took you to a black website with a white box asking for a code. You flipped the card over, and there it was, handwritten. You type it in and wait for the website to load, convinced it’s going to be some weird porn site with fisting or crush videos. You almost cover your eyes but to your pleasant surprise it’s a normal website. 

Seeking: a suitable adult woman for long-term companionship. Will be well compensated. Serious inquiries only. 

The text continued: If you are on this website, congratulations. You have already presented the basic level qualifications for this position. 

Ok. So maybe this was an escort service. Which I mean...if it paid better than both of your jobs and you didn’t have to have sex with people maybe you could. No. No. You talked yourself out of it and scrolled down to read more of the description,

Requirements:

Female between the ages of 20 and 40.

Flexibility in schedule

Desire to travel and attend events

Strong personality and interpersonal skills

Proficiency with Microsoft Excel and Word 

Punctuality, attention to detail, and strong organizational skills

Desired but not necessary

Non-smoker/drinks alcohol socially

Like animals 

Enjoy listening to music 

Compensation:

Position requires relocation to on-site premises and therefore covers room and board. 

Monthly stipend (click here for more information pertaining to taxes)

3 meals a day, beverages, and snacks included

Most escort services didn’t require proficiency in Microsoft Word or Excel...you were guessing. Maybe it was a legit job. Like an on-site event planner? You clicked the link contained in compensation and HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A LOT OF MONEY. 

You bit your lip and pulled up your resume. It couldn’t hurt to submit it, right? You didn’t have much to update since you had just started your office job 3 months ago. You updated the resume to include that job and listed your address as Club Tokki’s in case this was actually a sex trafficking set up. You thought about it for a another minute and then uploaded the document, took a deep breath, and hit “send.” NEXT CHAPTER

TAGS: @lidda​

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[beevean]

I technically already asked you this some time ago, but I want to ask you again now that you have....experienced its story for yourself: How would you rewrite Other M?

Boy there's a lot to change. I wonder if it's a case like '06, where you'd be better off dumping the whole thing and starting from scratch.

Okay, first things that come to mind:

- Samus monologuing in her head can be fine, after all Fusion did the same thing. While I prefer the "silent but expressive body language" approach, I can imagine that some monologuing from time to time, as long as she doesn't speak with a robotic voice and doesn't think inane things, would fit my interpretation of her, of a person who doesn't speak much but thinks a lot.

- Samus as an angsty teen rebel is stupid. You want to show how much she has grown? A nice idea that I've seen around is that the incident that caused her to leave Adam was that she once accidentally hurt some people in her platoon with her dangerous weapons. This way 1) Adam has more reason to control her at first 2) Adam doesn't look like a cold jackass who throws his brother away without so much as a moment of weakness 3) big payoff when it's clear that Samus has grown and matured. (this is of course if we want to keep the authorization part, which I find interesting story wise but disappointing gameplay wise)

- Samus would rebel more and more against Adam's orders, for example activating the Grapple Beam for herself when she sees Anthony in danger. I can imagine Samus insisting early on that she needs the Super Missiles at one point and Adam denying it, making Samus resentful and feeling humiliated.

- fuck that shooting in the back scene. Adam warns Samus verbally that the Metroids in Sector 0 are unfreezable and they must find another way to destroy them. He also apologizes for underestimating her and appreciating how much she has grown after leaving his command.

- since Adam needs to die, a better alternative would be: the Metroids break out from Sector 0 (after all one of them already ate a creature in Sector 2, what happened to that one in canon?), and Adam decides to give Samus a chance to escape and find a way to save everyone by throwing himself to the Metroids. The important thing is that 1) he doesn't fucking shoot her, and 2) she still has the chance to do something important

- another idea is, if we keep the "Adam didn't allow Samus to save Ian" backstory, when Samus starts begging Adam to trust her and give her a chance, this time he concedes and allows her to Power Bomb the sector. Character development!

- Anthony doesn't call Samus princess, but he keeps his goofy personality.

- remove the Ridley clone, he's useless in the plot and Samus wouldn't really react to him differently if she was IC.

- I don't know how I'd fix the Deleter and the MB plots because they're both dumb. Personally I'd really just keep Adam as the antagonist, albeit one that redeems himself in the end.

- I'm also tempted to move OM shortly before M1/ZM, as the only loss would be her angst involving The Baby. Or maybe between M1 and P1, to justify the fear surrounding the Metroids.

#metroid #metroid other m

[kimberly-spirits13]

Infinity Factor (Request)

Pairing: Batfam x batsis

Synopsis: You were born with what many would call a curse. From the reality last, where characters like Batman and Wonder Woman are just characters and everything was “real”, you had just died and now, as a result you were living this curse once more and have just been born into another universe. What you don’t know is that you’ll have to die for those you love until all your time here is exhausted. Thus, creating the Infinity Factor.

Note: (This was Google Translated so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong but it’s in the story) ‘ukhti alhabiba = my beloved sister (Arabic) ‘akhi alhabiba = my beloved brother

Warnings: Mentions of death

Word Count: 2383

           Bruce had found you on the streets of Gotham in the harsh winter during one of his nightly patrols. It was a routine thing to find the corpses of the homeless during this time which had desensitized him from any sort of event like this. What he wasn’t used to however was finding a screaming baby girl wrapped up in bundles of old cloth laying in the trash by itself with no other being around. That night, against all odds, you were alive. He took you home to Alfred’s care and immediately after that adopted you as he tends to have a habit of. ———————————————————————

           The first time you died was saving your father from a gunshot fired by an estranged guest at one of the galas. It was in the middle of him talking to one of the CEO’s that was invited and you that terrible feeling something would happen. You knew from the start that something was off but figured that Bruce would have to know too. The moment you saw him pull the small revolver, this unknown force just made you jump in front of Bruce. The shot fired and you took it. From there, everything was pitch black. You knew you weren’t done yet since you didn’t immediately wake up somewhere unknown to you.

           Instead, it was a miserable rest of the night for everyone else. You were rushed into the hospital and pronounced dead after only a few minutes upon arrival. The sounds of Bruce’s cries were what woke you up. Slowly light started flooding your senses and you heard the sudden starting of a heart monitor. Doctors came rushing in and the look of shock on your father’s face never your memories.

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           From then on you were known as the “Miracle Child” of the Wayne family. You didn’t particularly care for the nickname seeing as this thing that you had going on was never really a miracle, however there were many more incidents that proved this name to be a fitting one for more and more people.

           One by one, over the years Bruce had accumulated adopted many more children. All were at varying ages but you all came to know them as your family. This was the first real family you’d had in a considerable amount of lives and this time, you didn’t want to lose them. They didn’t want to lose you either. The curse that was bestowed upon you was like a double -edged sword. On one end, you might die for just a few minutes or even a day or two at most once you took a bullet, knife, sword, bomb, etc... for them. On the other hand, you might take that death and never wake up in this world. You lived every day in fear that something might happen to them thus, resulting in your own ultimate despise from this universe.

           The family knew this well. Jason and Damian especially. For someone who was roughly around Tim’s age, you had died a total of 14 times. Every week dreams flooded your mind of either some strange world you might come to live in, or the tragic and often graphic ways in which you had previously parished. The dreams of new worlds were often enticing and enthralling, however the latter was not. On nights you did have those bad dreams, someone was there with you under most circumstances.

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           This night wasn’t any different from past nights leading to this. It was a quiet night in Gotham during your own patrol. Nothing too strange was occurring and you certainly didn’t feel otherwise unsafe from the typical standard. Gliding from roof top to roof top, you were having the time of your life. It was an interesting aspect being on the ground below during the day but at night soaring above the tiny cars and street lights below.

           You didn’t stop until reaching a building where Bruce had found you in the diamond district that fateful January’s night. Walking to the front ledge of the building, you looked down on the streets and alley ways below. You had a habit of really looking carefully and even staring at some spots getting lost in what things in the shadows might be. Maybe it was a trashcan that looked especially off, or sometimes it was a cat casting a strange shadow in the city light’s glow, however, you always saw it.

           The unfailing and ever-present observation skills you picked up now were starting to register a different sound. It sounded as though someone were in great distress and the noise emanating from this signaled their near demise. Without a moment’s notice you could hear Duke’s voice coming onto the speakers. This was one of the nights that he decided to come on patrol since Steph had come down with the flu.

           “Someone’s been shot in the 6th Street – 5th Street alleyway. I’ve got this one handled.” He said.

           No time had passed from the end of that call to the moment you leaped off the building in the largest rush of your life, pulled by the same unknown force from so many times ago. Tears began to spring from your eyes knowing what was going to happen to you. You wiped your cheeks and carried on in pursuit of this killer so that Duke wouldn’t have to face what fate was so cruelly handing him if you weren’t quick enough. You knew that in consequence to what you were about to do, you’d be given his fate.

           It was dark when you reached the alleyway, there were no signs of any beings but for the woman laid on the cold concreate ground below. You saw the pain in her eyes and knew that she wasn’t gone yet. With this curse came another trait, you knew when someone was close to death. She wasn’t near it, not yet at least. Before jumping down the building, you dropped a flash bomb. It wasn’t enough to seriously startle the woman, it was just enough for you to see where the culprit was fast enough so that you’d be able to get him. The moment the light went off, trashcans started to fall. You knew where he was and without missing a beat, you jumped into your death knowing full well what was waiting for you down there.

           Duke wasn’t far behind. In fact, you had heard his calls and pleads not to go down there by yourself. Those were all obviously ignored seeing as you were now in the middle of a gunfight with two men. They didn’t seem to pose much of a threat compared to your training. It was the woman that knocked you off your guard some. You knew you had to get her to cover or she’d be shot by a stray bullet. That was Batman’s second rule. Don’t let bystanders be killed in your own fight. So that’s what you followed. With bullets flying and two fully grown men screaming at you to give up, you dragged her out of the way and into a safe place where the brick wall would give her cover as long as she didn’t move.

           “The woman that’s been shot is behind the wall for cover. Do not come out, I repeat urgh!” Your line went dead.

           Everyone listened in horror as a final gunshot went off. They heard what they hoped was you hitting the guy in the back of the head with his own revolver, and then a thud along with one other. They knew what that second thud was. It was Duke who found you dead, in a pool of your own blood. Next was your oldest brother, and then Bruce. They all kept coming until finally, Damian was there crying into your shoulder, your own blood now staining his costume darker red.

           No one spoke the rest of the way home. Bruce had you in the Batmobile to take you to the cave. Alfred was notified to open the room in which your body was to lay for at least three days. If you weren’t awake by then, you were certainly dead. In you went, each leaving and revisiting one by one. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t be able to leave. Not at all. From inside, the door was unlocked and Alfred always left a note explaining that in case you awoke and didn’t understand what was happening. You always understood, sometimes it just took a while for you to really grasp what had happened.

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           Hours and minutes ticked by. Every few hours or so, someone would visit outside your door and just stay there in either silence or in a conversation about their day. They knew you didn’t hear it, it was just nice feeling like you were still there in some way listening to their tirades on the idiot at the mall who didn’t know where they were going and was holding up the line. Or maybe it was someone at WE who wasn’t good at deals and negotiations and either wanted too much or demanded too little thus, a bargain was made almost at their expense. Either way, they always came to you to talk, even if you couldn’t answer back.

           When you finally did awaken, the lights were dimmed as they usually are. Inside was the fresh smell of your favorite candle which smelled like Alfred’s cookies and a few inches from it as to not start a fire, was a hand- written note by Alfred himself explaining where you were and how to get out of the room. You stayed in silence for a bit, crying to yourself over what you had experienced. The wound in your chest were gone and only a scar was left. Another “plus” of this curse was that your wounds healed without assistance or closure.

           Once the reality of it all had crept into your mind and you knew for certain that you were safe and home, you slowly opened the door. It was a bit brighter when the main part of the cave came into view. You wasted no time looking around for your family after using the bathroom that was downstairs close to where you were. They didn’t seem to be in the cave at the time being. Looking up at the bat-computer, you saw that it had been a full 27 hours since your death and right now, everyone should have been planned to be somewhere but for Damian, Alfred, and your father who would all be at home.

           Carefully, you climbed up the stairs and into the room where Bruce had set the main entrance into. It was hidden away and separate from the clock but none the less, everyone in the family knew about it. You made your ways through the halls not really knowing where to find anyone. You didn’t need to go into your bedroom since you were already in clean and comfortable clothes from the night of your death. The wood floors felt cold under your feet which is something that took a minute or two to get readjusted to but none the less, you continued on not to be deterred by something that mundane and simple.

           After not finding anyone in the lower wing of the house, you went upstairs straight to your father’s bedroom. You knew someone would either be there or in your room. Heading up the stairs, you found that there was no one in sight.

           “Maybe I should call someone?” You thought.

           Someone was always meant to be at the house when this kind of thing happened, however the manor was large and on many acres of land so even if there was someone there, you might not ever find them. You continued on back down the third flight of stairs and came to your own floor. Well, it wasn’t really your own floor, it was just where you room was. Slowly passing the opened doors of the other bedrooms just as Alfred kept them for air circulation, you made it to your room. The door was also wide open and the lights were not on.

           Stepping into your room however, you were met by a tear stained, wide eyed boy. Damian sat staring at you, his green eyes dimmed and darker from what crying he must have been doing. He sat on your bed, wrapped in one of your own blankets that sat on the chair you used to read him stories in. Immediately after registering your very alive self, he jumped up practically tackling you to the floor.

           “‘ukhti alhabiba!” He cried into your shoulder, “I m-missed you so much.”

           The two of you held each other as close as possible which wasn’t hard considering he was still very small in stature at this age.

           “I missed you too ‘akhi alhabiba.” You looked down at him and eventually up at Alfred and Bruce who had come from checking on you in the cave only to come up empty handed.

           Both of the men dropped to the floor holding you tight. There were some words of welcome back and others of happiness in gladness of your resurrection, but mostly tears. Bruce had contacted the rest of your family by now and they were all on their way. You knew when they got back, it would be a house full of crying bats.

           Now, only fifteen minutes later, everyone was there on the floor, huddling around you. You knew that you were safe in this moment. The smaller screams of joy in seeing you from your brothers entering the room made you sure of that. Damian hadn’t moved and Dick was latched onto you as well. You and Duke had almost had a facial expression conversation all including a sorry, gratitude, and a, “happy you’re back” moment. Jason wouldn’t really admit that he was sobbing that day even though everyone knew and Tim was so sleep deprived that he almost passed out upon seeing you. Either way, there wasn’t some crazy force pulling you into danger like those kind of this typically do. Instead, it was another even crazier and mind- boggling force that pulled you and your family closer together in the mourning a lost life, and finally the celebration of a restored one.

I had no idea where I was going to take this tbh lol. I had a good idea from the request but it wasn’t until I actually started writing that I was like ohhh okay. I hope you guys liked this one though, it was fun to write. Anyways, I hope you’re all doing great and staying safe and healthy. Have a wonderful day and rest of the week!

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[flowers-creativity]

Fic: Sweet Daughter Mine

Fandom:  The Musketeers Characters: Porthos, Marie-Cessette, original male character Warnings: None Summary: Even sweet little girls (and of course Porthos is adamant that his girl is the sweetest of them all) get in trouble sometimes.

Notes: Originally a fill for Musketeer March, vaguely covering either "Porthos" or "Favourite Character" and "Favourite AU", but well, it's May by now, so it gets to stand on its own.Children are pretty hard to write, yo!

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Porthos looked up at the grey, nondescript building and scrubbed his hand through his hair uncomfortably, then let his hands fall down to tug at his suit jacket. He had managed to put on an outfit that was making him feel both over- and underdressed – or, no, it wasn't so much the outfit as the situation that was making him feel ridiculously nervous. Someone who faced terrorists, bomb threats, mobsters and a disgruntled Captain Treville on the regular should not be intimidated by a meeting with the principal of his daughter's school.

But he couldn't help it, schools just sent him back to the time when he'd been the one called to the office for whatever trouble he had gotten into in his illustrious career as an adolescent delinquent.

He sighed and gave his sleeves a last tuck before he squared his shoulders and marched towards the building. Hopefully, Marie-Cessette had good reason to be in trouble and hadn't stepped into his shoes with regard to petty crime. Not that she'd ever even know about that if Porthos had any choice in the matter.

He made his way to the office and gave his name to a kind-faced secretary. She did not smile but her look was sympathetic as she lead him into a small hallway leading to a closed door. Before it, two chairs were sitting side by side, and on one of them was his daughter.

“Papa!” Marie-Cessette cried out and jumped up to rush to him and give him a hug.

He returned it and smiled, glad to see that whatever was going on, she was fine, no sign of tears, ripped clothing or bruises. “Hi, little bug.”

“Papa, they--” she started to say but broke off when the door behind them opened.

A man stood in the door, critically eyeing Porthos and his daughter. After a moment, he said: “M. du Vallon? I'm principal Porchet. Please come in. You too, Marie-Cessette.”

Porthos nodded and followed him when he went back into the room. Inside, M. Porchet shook his hand and gestured to the two chairs set up in front of his large desk. Porthos took a seat and pulled Marie-Cessette onto the chair next to him.

They sat for a moment in uncomfortable silence, and Porthos had to suppress the urge to fidget. Next to him, Marie-Cessette was losing the same battle, tugging at the hem of her shirt not very unlike how he had tugged on his suit jacket earlier. Finally, M. Porchet started to speak: “I'm sorry to call you in during work hours but I really felt the need to address this situation with you in person.”

Porthos made a dismissive gesture. “No need to apologise. I've got a very understanding employer when it comes to family affairs,” he replied. Well, that and they were between assignments anyway, so work was slow and mostly involved paperwork that ended up being used as paper planes Aramis and he were throwing at each other across the room.

M. Porchet didn't look exactly pleased by that – he was probably a stricter employer – but nodded and continued: “Alright, then. Now, are you aware that your daughter has an ongoing feud with one of her classmates?”

Porthos frowned and looked sidewise at his daughter. “I know there's one boy who she's been clashing with before,” he said slowly, trying to remember what exactly Elodie had told him over the phone after she had been called in to see the principal before. “I think he's called … Christophe, I believe?”

M. Porchet nodded. “Christophe Faucher, that's correct. As this has been ongoing for some time, we have kept a close watch on the two of them. Children fight, it happens, but the level of animosity between your daughter and Christophe is worrisome.”

“Marie-Cessette,” Porthos said, using a moment where M. Porchet had to take a breath and not caring that he didn't seem to be finished yet. He could feel Marie-Cessette give a start at his side at her name being spoken and put a hand on her knee to calm her.

M. Porchet raised his eyebrows at the interruption. “I beg your pardon?”

“My daughter's name is Marie-Cessette.” He quickly looked at his girl to give her a smile. “I'm well aware that she's my daughter, so please give her the respect to call her by her name when speaking about her.” He returned the principal's gaze with a hard look, which he knew was hard to resist.

As predicted, M. Porchet looked away first.

He cleared his throat and then said somewhat stiffly: “Of course. Now, as I said, we were keeping an eye on the two of them. For the most part, they seemed to keep it to the occasional insult and argument, steering away from anything physical, so we left it at reprimands for inappropriate language and made sure they didn't spend too much time near each other. That is, of course, until the unfortunate glue incident last month ...”

Porthos pinched his lips and fought to keep back a growl. Elodie having to cut their daughter's hair by about a hand's length to remove the strands stuck together with superglue had indeed been unfortunate, and he'd hated not being there, not being able to hug her when she cried about losing her beautiful blonde curls. They had just grown back enough that they were brushing her shoulders again. Porthos thought that she'd looked absolutely adorable with that curly bob but he knew that Marie-Cesette had loved her long hair.

Out loud, he said: “Elodie – my wife – had told me all about that, yeah.”

M. Porchet nodded. “We kept a close watch on them afterwards, in case any retaliation were to take place. Christophe had been punished, of course. But things seemed to settle down again. Until today, when they got into a screaming match during lunch break. I'll spare you the details but I need to tell you that we are very concerned about some of the things your dau-- Marie-Cessette said during this argument.”

Porthos raised his eyebrows and looked at Marie-Cessette again who had her arms crossed over her chest and was staring intently at the floor. “Which were?” he asked.

“Among others, she claimed that you are a super-spy,” M. Porchet declared, and Porthos felt a whoosh of air leaving his lungs as if he had been punched. “Never mind that according to our files, you are a pharmaceuticals salesman.”

Porthos kept his face carefully neutral when he replied: “Marie-Cessette has a very lively imagination.” He ignored the hurt little “Papa!” whine coming from his daughter. “Was that all?”

“No.” The principal steepled his fingers. “She also told Christophe that you would hunt him down and that you would hold him over the edge of a roof until he apologised, and if he didn't, you would break every bone in his body, one after the other.” He fell silent and let the silence stretch before he continued: “Now, lies and tall tales are one thing. As you said, Marie-Cessette has a lively imagination. But threats of violence of that kind are something we are not willing to tolerate, M. du Vallon.”

Porthos directed a frown at Marie-Cessette who was still finding the floor extremely interesting. “I understand,” he said. “I can assure you that I will have a serious word with her about this.”

M. Porchet nodded. “I appreciate that. Since it was still only verbal, Marie-Cessette's punishment won't be too severe this time but I sincerely hope it will not happen again, or I would be forced to take more drastic measures.”

Porthos sat up straight and looked the principal in the eye, mustering his best look of absolute honesty. “I'll do my best to ensure it won't, as will my wife.” He waited a moment, then added: “Lessons should be over by now, so I can take my girl home now, right?”

M. Porchet looked at the clock on his desk, then said with a sigh: “Of course. Thank you for coming at such short notice. Let's hope it won't be necessary again.”

“Yeah, let's,” Porthos agreed. He stood and shook the other man's hand, then turned and held out a hand to his daughter. “C'mon, bug.”

She looked at him with something that was a cross between a pout and a scowl – he had no idea how she managed to do that, and how it could be so cute – but took his hand. “Goodbye, M. Porchet,” she said politely, despite the general air of annoyance she was projecting.

“Goodbye,” Porthos followed her lead almost sheepishly. They made their way outside, with Marie-Cessette smiling sweetly and waving at the secretary when they passed her.

Once outside, Marie-Cessette pulled her hand free and whirled to face him, again crossing her arms over her chest. “I don't have a lively imagination!” He almost thought she would stomp her feet but the glare she gave him was impressive enough.

“You have, little bug,” he returned.

“Not about the spy thing!”

Porthos sighed and dragged a hand over his face. “No, not about that,” he allowed. He had known that it might become a problem one day – he hadn't wanted to lie to his family about what he really did but it was hard to drive home the need of secrecy to a child. “But do you remember what I told you about bein' a spy? What's the most important thing?”

“Uh...” Marie-Cessette's glare melted as she thought. “That you're keeping everyone safe?”

“That, too. But I meant that a spy needs to be secret, that no one knows he is one,” Porthos explained. “Else I can't work anymore when everyone knows I'm a spy, darlin'. You can't go around and tell people about it.”

His daughter's face crumbled in dismay. “I'm sorry,” she said, stretching out her hands, and he acquiesced with the unspoken request and picked her up. She hugged her arms around his neck and hid her face in his shoulder. “Christophe said such stupid things about you, that you're a loser and just a stupid salesman who doesn't even have his own shop.”

Porthos couldn't suppress a snort of laughter at that. “He doesn't know much about pharmaceuticals salesmen, then,” he said, unperturbed. “I mean, would've been impressed if he did. But point is, let him say about me what he wants, bug. You know I've got a great job. That's enough, isn't it? Your classmates can think whatever about me.”

She peeked at him and then nodded against his shoulder.

“Good,” Porthos said as he turned towards the visitor parking space and started walking. “And now, about that threat ...”

“I know,” Marie-Cessette sighed, “I shouldn't have said that.”

“Damn right you shouldn't,” Porthos agreed. “How do you even come up with somethin' like that? Danglin' someone from the roof?”

His daughter was quiet, drawing patterns on his chest. Porthos tried to be patient but when no answer was forthcoming by the time he had reached his car, he poked her with his free hand. “Cat got your tongue?”

She shook her head. “No, but--” she looked up at him, “you're gonna be mad.”

Porthos frowned. “Why d'you think that, bug? I'm not gonna be mad at you.”

“No, not at me,” Marie-Cessette clarified, “but--- Uncle Aramis, he--”

Porthos groaned. “He told you about that?”

She just nodded, and he had to fight down the urge to faceplant on the roof of his car. “Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath, “I promise I'm not mad. Okay, I'm a bit mad. But I promise not to yell at him, okay? I'll just tell him the same I'm tellin' you: Don't talk about things like that outside of home. And in your case, darlin': Don't threaten other kids, you understand? You can tell them I'll come and yell at them – no, wait, probably not that one, either. Just don't threaten them.”

Marie-Cessette could not suppress a giggle but then nodded, giving her best attempt to look serious. “I promise I won't, no matter how much of an asshat Christophe is being.”

Porthos laughed a bit desperately. “And where does that word come from?”

“Uh … Uncle d'Artagnan?”

Porthos gave in and slumped forward onto the roof of his car, bouncing his forehead lightly on the cool metal. “Shouldn't be a surprise,” he mumbled. He straightened up again and gave his daughter a glare. “We'll talk about that, too,” he promised her. “Lots of serious words to be had all around.”

She shrunk a bit under his glare and nodded.

“Alright,” he said with a sigh. He unlocked the door and set her down in her seat, then rounded the car and got into the driver's seat. A quick check that she had buckled herself in correctly, and he was pulling out of the car park and turning the car towards home.

Where he would have to have some words with those brothers of his. Wasn't it fun to have kids? Especially the part where he was also parenting two grown men in their thirties ...

#flower writes #the musketeers #fanfic #Porthos #marie-cessette #fluff

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First Snow

Word count: about 5K 🎧: this Originally I posted it on AO3 in 2 languages, English and Russian. Check it out if you'd like! Other than that, I hope u enjoy! 🌟

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First snow...

No, we’re not talking about that pathetic, grey, mashed potato-like mud that makes your socks wet. It’s not those soggy pieces of cold white cotton wool, blown into the folds of your scarf by the wind. And it’s not that icy-cold frost that bites into your cheeks and ears, ruffles your hair and pierces the layers of your coat and sweaters. It’s that warm, pure December snow that quietly falls from the sky in soft flakes.

- What fine weekend weather we‘re having today! - happily said Tonks as she was crunching on her cheese toast. - Last week, you said exactly the same thing about the snowstorm - remarked Talbott, briefly looking up from his book "Transfiguration Tips for Young Wizards and Witches".

"What’s wrong with enjoying life?" Tonks would have answered, but since her mouth was still full of food, she only managed “Fffoosss wwonkk ittph eehooaaifff?”

Indeed, everyone at Hogwarts was in high spirits: the winter holidays were in full swing, half of the tables in the Great Hall were removed to accommodate beautiful Christmas trees, and students from different houses were allowed to sit together. Y/N, Tulip and Bill were the first ones to arrive for breakfast and attack the apple oatmeal; then Talbott and Tonks joined them. The air was full of joyful hubbub: the owls, who already delivered their morning parcels, were hooting and flapping their wings; students were rattling with their spoons and cups or loudly discussing the latest gossip from The Daily Prophet . And yet, there was one man in the castle who did not share the common joy.

Charlie has entered the Great Hall and tragically plopped down next to Tonks. - It’s a nightmare. I asked Francesca Wayne out on a date, and she agreed. - And... isn't that good news? - Bill gestured with his spoon of oatmeal towards his brother. Coincidentally, some oatmeal flew off the spoon, soared over the table and sludged right onto Barnaby’s shoulder.

- Her agreeing to go on a date with me was good. - Charlie said. - We were strolling around Hogsmeade, and everything was swell until some fifth-year Slytherin student unexpectedly jinxed me with the Tarantallegra charm. I began to tap-dance like a madman!.. And then it got worse. I was still dancing by the time Fitwick showed up. He did cast a counter-spell, but.. - Charlie covered his face with hands, and now was talking through his fingers. - ...by that time I had already managed to plummet into some mud nearby… I suspect it was porlock’s dung. It smelled all the same. Basically, I looked like a complete idiot ... oh, crickey!

Just at this moment they noticed a group of cute Hufflepuff girls passing by. For some mysterious reason, all girls had their hair gathered in a neat, long ponytail. The tallest gal from the gang stopped and waved in their direction.

- Hee-hee! Hiiiii Charlie! .. How are your legs doing today? ..

The feeling of shame caused Charlie’s face to take on a shade of beet.

- This is officially it. I quit girls. From now on, I will become a druid, go somewhere like Egypt and will only be dealing with dragons.

- Oh come on, Charlie! Don’t mind Francesca! - Y/N reassuringly patted her friend on the arm. - You know, I often see her in Potions class: she hides behind a cauldron and picks her nose, thinking that no one can see her.

- So true, - Tulip signed with her brows. - I bet she’s eating her boogers, too!

The whole company burst into loud laughter.

- But seriously though, - continued Tonks. - Let's forget everything about these bloody incidents and celebrate the weekend properly! Let's visit Hogsmeade, buy some butterbeer….

- Take a look at Zonko’s! ..

- Blimey, how could we forget about Zonkos’ for a split second?..

- Actually, this might be a good idea. I do need a new moke leather bag...

- I”ll get some sugar quills! ..

And so they agreed.

* * *

After shoving themselves into warm sweaters, hats, and mittens, they headed out of the Courtyard together. Bill, Charlie, and Tulip were walking in front, followed by Talbott, Y/N and Tonks. The group chatted about the upcoming semester and wondered which subject will have them writing most essays. Shortly thereafter, they met Professor Snape, grouchily making his way back to the castle, and they started proposing different versions of why he wasn’t around much these days and what mysterious business he was up to. Finally, they had an argument about what kind of festive pudding the elves would be making for the last day of holidays. Talbott betted galleons to Fizzing Whizzbees that the pudding will have strawberry flavor, Y/N voted for lemon, and Tonks - for cherry.

The road was gradually getting covered in white. Snow was sneaking into their boots, and the wind was merrily propelling them forward.

Suddenly, when friends were walking past a small brome grass field (now frozen and covered in snowdrifts), a large snowball glided through the air, furiously whistling all the while. It crashed directly into Tulip’s hood and majestically exploded with snowflake glitter.

- What the %#!*i9&! - angrily cursed the Ravenclaw as she turned around in search of the culprit.

Tonks was standing a little further away, now mockingly tossing another snowball up and down.

- Haha. One-zero, Karasu. C’mon you guys, we can't just walk away from this much snow.

Tulip shook her head to get the snow out her hair.

- Well, you're doomed, you little pink-haired witch! - she yelled and lunged herself at Tonks.

- Look at yourself, you tomato head! - metamorphine shouted in response and dashed away from her friend, laughing uncontrollably.

Unable to resist such good fun, the rest joined the battle, which was about to become the greatest strategic snowball battle in the history of Hogwarts.

They split into 2 teams. While one of his teammates was distracting the others, Talbott would conjure gigantic snowballs and avalanche them onto the heads of enemies via Wingardium Leviosa. Meanwhile, Tulip sneaked up on Charlie using a disillusionment charm; she grabbed his red hair and dipped him into a snowdrift right up to his neck. Bill, suddenly filled with brotherly instinct, jumped in front of Y/N and covered her from a charge of Tonks’ snowballs with his body. This sacrifice, however, turned out to be utterly useless, as the very next moment Charlie doubled the snow artillery in her direction; so much so that he knocked Y/N’s cap off.

At last, they tumbled in Madam Rosmerta's pub as one noisy lump of fun and laughter: cold, wobbly and covered with snow, but lively and carefree nonetheless.

- A table for six, please! - Tonks demanded in a jolly voice.

- For six? M’dears… - a low pitched, cackle-like noise came from a table at the very door.

It was professor Trelawney who tremulously perked up from underneath her thousand and one sherry-scented shawls.

- I think I heard I ... saw that you wanted a table for six? But did you know, m’dears, that the ancient scroll of prophecy specifically says NOT to sit down at a table on the sixth day of lunar December, if you are a group of six? The last one to sit down will lose a friend on the very same night ...

The group of friends exchanged puzzled glances. Of course, no one believed in Trelawney's predictions, but it was still very uncomfortable to hear things like that.

- Here, please. - Madam Rosmerta appeared in front of them before anyone had the time to reply to the terrible omen. She led the group up to a cozy table next to the fireplace.

- Blimey! What rubbish this old blind cat is saying this time? - Tonks hissed.

- Nonsense, like the usual. Every tea leaf class she’s now predicting a painful and a horrible death for just about everybody. Woo-o-o-o! Some dark forces are hovering over Hogwarts… - Y/N mimicked professor Trelawney’s voice and gestures. - But when aren’t they?

- Right. - nodded Talbott. - Besides, no one has died so far.

- Uh .. Well, who wants to sit down last? - Charlie asked hesitatingly.

- I’ll go! - volunteered Y/N.

- Suit yourself. - shrugged Charlie and hastily sat down.

- You don't believe those silly predictions, do you, Charlie? - Tulip settled down on a nearby chair. - Take a look, there are so many people around here sitting in groups of six. This doesn’t mean they will all lose a friend overnight ...

- Numerologically speaking, it is simply impossible, - added Bill and sat down, too.

Tonks sat down next to Bill. Talbott thoughtfully gazed at Y/N for a moment, and then he silently joined the others. Y/N was the last one to sit.

Without listening to friends’ endless squabble about Trelawney's competence, she stretched her legs towards fire, feeling blissfully warm and tired. Today was such a good day. And Madam Rosmerta is about to bring butterbeer for everybody! ..

- While we’re here, - Tulip cleaned her throat, - we need to make sure that there is enough of the wonderful drink for each one of us.

She took out her wand and pointed it at the glasses with beer.

- Engorgio!

The glasses had grown twice in size. They weren’t glasses anymore, really - they were jugs.

Bill raised his jug in the air:

- Let's drink to friendship! - To loyalty! - To honesty! - To dung bombs! - To holidays! - To Hogwarts!

Comfortably nestled at The Three Broomsticks, friends were clinking their glasses and drinking, and then some more, and a little bit more. At last, when everyone started to feel the soothing and flushing effects of the caramel liquid, Tulip grabbed a pack of Self-Shuffling playing cards from her coat.

- Alright, friends. How about we play some truth or dare? - she suggested.

- Since when does truth or dare require cards? - argued Charlie.

- Since today, you silly redhead. Highest card gets to ask. Lowest card gets to answer. I'll start, you chickens... Y/N, take one card, too.

Y/N stretched her hand forward and caught a card that jumped out of the deck. One moment later, the two girls smashed their cards onto the table. Charlie declared:

-Three of feathers and a phoenix. Hey, Tulip wins!

Tulip let out a wide mischievous grin.

- Y/N, tell us the truth then. Marry, flip, kill: Penny, Merula, Charlie.

Bill and Tonks immediately started to giggle and nudge each other with their elbows. Talbott and Charlie, on the other hand, straightened up in their chairs, leaned forward and stared at Y/N solemnly, without blinking.

After some thinking, Y/N tilted her head to one side and replied:

- Okay, I think I got it. I’d marry ... Charlie.

Tonks let out a loud whistle.

- I ... Uuhhh thanks I guess? - responded Charlie, blushing furiously.

- I would flip ... Merula. - continued Y/N.

- You mean you’d flip the greatest witch at Hogwarts? Ha-ha, that’s an interesting choice. - Tulip mightily slapped Y/N on the shoulder.

- Wow Tulip. - Talbott gingerly proceeded to remove Tulip’s hand from Y/N’s shoulder. - You pronounce “horrifying” differently than I do.

- Wait, so this means that you kill ... Penny? - Bill's jaw dropped in astonishment.

-Don’t get me wrong ... - explained Y/N. - She’s nice and all, but sometimes I get this feeling that she’s following me everywhere… and I mean everywhere. So yeah.

- Poor Penny. The sun-like creature who is always happy to see you. - Talbott chuckled. - And now, she has to DIE.

Their table shook from the loud cackling.

Brilliant! - Tulip clapped her hands. - The first round is over. Y/N, you won, now you get to choose who draws cards next..

Y/N chose Bill and Tonks.

- 7 of wands and 9 of stars! That was a close one, Bill. - Tonks’ face glowed up and her hair turned raspberry color. - So here is your dare, William...

- Oh no, no, no ... - Bill grabbed his red hair and started to crumple them.

- Don’t fret, dear Bill! I like you, so I will provide you with options... You can either ask Ismelda for a kiss or... you can kiss a garden gnome’s tummy!

Y/N and Talbott simultaneously snorted into their butterbeer glasses, almost choking on the drink. Bill, on the other hand, looked like someone had just asked him to drink a cup of newt’s goo.

- What bloody hell is this, Tonks ?? - he howled from annoyance and smashed his fists on the table. - There are NO gnomes in here!

- Most certainly there are. - Tonks replied calmly. - Take a peak at that table in the corner.

The table in the corner was taken up by Hagrid. He was quietly cooing with a small potato-like creature he had brought to the pub - apparently in secret from Rosmerta. At this very moment, he was feeding colorful Bertie Botts beans to the gnome.

- Merlin's saint underwear! - Y/N whispered reverently - It looks like Hagrid knitted a suit for him ...

And surely so, if one was to look closely, the gnome was dressed in a blue sweater and coarse-knit socks that were almost reaching the creature's thighs (if garden gnomes have thighs, of course). By some unknown coincidence, the gnome had no pants at all.

Bill looked at Tonks with the most touching expression Y/N had ever seen in his eyes.

- Can we play without the kisses?

- Hey, come on. I'm not asking you to kiss a Dementor, aren’t I? - Tonks just laughed in response.

(read here if you want Bill to kiss Ismelda)

I can't believe I'm doing this. - Bill shook his head. - I'll go out there and ask Ismelda for a kiss.

Charlie delightfully roared "Hallelujah!" and let a few green sparks out of the end of his wand. Tulip, Y/N and Tonks began to synchronously thump on the table and whisper: “Smooch! Smooch! Smooch! Smooch!”... Talbott threw his hands behind his head and settled himself more comfortably on the bench, getting ready for the spectacle.

... As a prisoner goes to be executed on a guillotine, that is how Bill Weasley was approaching Ismelda. The Slytherin gal was chatting with her fellow students at the bar.

- Check it out, it looks like she noticed him ... - Tulip started to comment on the action. - He’s telling her something ... great, they have contact! Come on, come on ....

- I almost feel sorry for him now - announced Charlie.

- Never let me forget this, ok? - Talbott smiled lazily.

Nobody else had the time to add anything because in the next second, the pub was filled with Ismelda’s shrilly wails, immediately followed by the ones of Bill. The girl, as one might expect, went absolutely berserk at Bill’s proposal and wacked him in the eye with all her mighty strength.

- Left hook! Fa-la-la…. A punch to the stomach! Fa-la-la ... And our hero returns ho-o- ome! .. - friends began chanting Bill's name merrily, with no tune or tempo whatsoever, which attracted even more attention to the oldest Weasley.

- Somebody please tell me why I became friends with a bunch of brainless doxies.. - Bill muttered under his breath as he was sitting down. He tried to say it with the most serious expression there is, but all the while his lips were quivering from a suppressed smile.

(read here if you want Bill to kiss the gnome)

- I can't believe I'm doing this. - Bill shook his head. - I choose to kiss Hagrid’s gnome.

- On the tummy! - abruptly corrected him Tonks. - Otherwise, you'll have to redo the dare!

- His tummy looks like pumice, did you know that? It’s crusty and hard and got some weird flakes falling off of it… And it smells just like my Great Aunt Tessie’s feet! - Bill exclaimed in anger.

- Stop whining! Just go already. While we sit here and enjoy ... - one could hear pure delight in Charlie’s voice as he was (for once) telling his older brother off.

Bill let out a sad sigh, got up from the table and started to make his way towards Hagrid. Apparently, the giant was not very happy to see him - the garden gnome would be considered quite a contraband for Madam Rosmerta, and she could forever ban Hagrid from The Three Broomsticks.

- Crickey, it's starting now! - excitedly squeaked Tulip.

The company stared at the show unfolding in front of them without blinking.

- Ah, it seems that the birds started chirping, can you hear? - Talbott said quietly.

- Fountains are sparkling, little hearts are flying in the air! - continued Y/N.

- Oh gosh, oh look! Oh, he’s kissing him!

As a matter of fact, it seemed like the angels themselves started crooning the moment Bill's lips softly touched the gnome’s belly button.

The friends doubled over with mirth. Tonks laughed so hard that butterbeer and snot started spewing from her nose.

But the gnome, as it occurred, did not like being distracted from his bean feast at all. The creature got even more upset as all the boundaries of his personal space were violated, and probably that’s why he suddenly growled and bit Bill’s nose. "Crunch!" - the sound echoed throughout the pub. Bill angrily yowled and burst out in obscenities. Now all the eyes in the pub were watching in his direction only.

- Yeh… What are yeh doing?! Stahp scaring the baby ... - Hagrid said gruffly and hid the gnome in his pocket. - Go back to yer’ friends, now, or he’ll start molting from stress .. And tis’ the worst, you know ...

Bill returned to their table, still rubbing his swollen nose in frustration.

- Oh, hey, Father Christmas! Did you bring us any gifts? - Charlie mused.

- I brought you a whipping, reptiloids... - Bill replied with the most serious face he could make, but his lips were quivering from a barely suppressed smile.

* * *

It was getting dark. While the group of friends was drinking and enjoying themselves at the pub, Hogsmeade was slowly being enveloped by velvet darkness. One after the other, the stars were lighting up. Here and there, windows of little shops and huts were blossoming in shades of orange. The garlands and wreaths, untouched after the holidays, were glittering with frost. Now there was cheerful music emerging from Madame Rosmerta's pub - those were the local musicians. They were playing flute, lute and tambone. One of the guests, who had a pig's snout instead of a nose, joined the musicians and started to grunt and beat on the drum. Many visitors picked up this joyous tune and began clapping and tapping to the beat - slowly at first, then faster and louder. One of the guests - a bubbly witch dressed in a lilac robe and a pointed hat - jumped from her chair, knocking over a mug of fiery whiskey, and began to dubstep dashingly with a goblin in a tweed jacket.

- Wowza, it's getting hot in here, - Bill said, wiping his beer mustache away. - Let's have the last round and head back. Talbott and Charlie, now it's your turn.

- My pleasure, - replied Talbott and drew a card.

Charlie drew a card with a higher suit.

- A perfect ending for a perfect day! As you can see, I'm a man of many talents, not only Quidditch. - Charlie boasted and gracefully ran his hand through his hair.

- Uh, yeah, except that quidditch sucks, - Talbott raised his eyebrows.

- You suck! - Charlie blurted.

- Mmm ... not as much as quidditch. - smirked Ravenclaw in response.

The young Weasley's cheeks turned so red that one could easily fry eggs on them if they wanted.

- Fine. Okay. If you do hate quidditch that much, maybe you’d care more for dancing? I dare you, Talbott Winger, to go out there and have the best time of your life on the dancefloor - yes, IN FRONT of the musicians! But of course I can’t let you suffer alone - sarcastically added Charlie. - Go ahead and invite someone to dance with you… if they agree to dance with a haircut like yours, that is.

Talbott squinted his eyes and examined Charlie’s face in disbelief.

- Uhhh ... I look cool.

- Pffft. Whatever you say. - the redhead let out a cheesy grin.

- I say I look cool. - Talbott replied calmly.

Tulip and Tonks audibly snorted.

- Now then… Who will be the lucky one to have the ultimate all-inclusive Talbott Winger experience? - asked Bill and started to tap his fingers on the table. The rest of the group picked on this beat and joined Bill, making the sound be a very accurate drum roll.

- Hmmm ... I know just who to take on this adventure. Y/N... would you like to dance with me? - asked Talbott and offered her a hand - I promise not to step on your toes more than three times.

- Oh? I thought you “fly solo”... - teased him Y/N as she was taking his hand and getting up from the table.

Talbott didn’t answer, just sighed and rolled his eyes at her.

The two entered the dance floor in an uncertain and shy manner. A new festive holiday song was just beginning. Another vocalist stepped onto the stage, bowed, and dimmed the pub lights with Nox . He then casually flicked his wand, created a few golden and silver wandering pellets of light, and then sent them floating around the pub. Soon, the music began to play, and the vocalist started singing in a heart-warming voice:

Last Christmas, I gave you my Hippogriff,

But the very next day, you gave it away...

Y/N felt that the majority of gazes were directed at her and Talbott - not at the singing wizard. What a strange feeling - to be in the spotlight. It got very hot; she felt a few sweat drops form and slide down her forehead. Talbott looked at Y/N with a weird expression on his face. He seemed to be slightly uncomfortable, too. Without changing his bewildered expression, he took Y/N's hands and placed them on his shoulders, then dropped his hands on her waist.

- Talbott ... I hope you know what you’re doing? - Y/N inquired quietly.

- What kind of question is this, of course I don’t know what I’m doing. - said Talbott with feigned confidence.

- Now I get it. You're winging it, Winger!

Both dancers burst out laughing. The tension was released. They began to move, jump and spin to the beat of the music. And even Merula's screams about how they looked like two prancing warty frogs could not spoil their mood. Maybe they weren't professionals and had no idea what they were doing, but they were having a lot of fun together.

The song ended. To Y/N’s great surprise, there was an applause from the audience! Someone from the crowd even threw them a bright, fragrant bouquet of orchids, freshly conjured from the air.

- For the record, I hate dancing. But it wasn’t all that horrible with you around. - Talbott said bashfully. - Maybe I should have gathered my courage and should have gone to the Celestial ... you know ...

Talbott and Y/N returned to the table, slightly out of breath after the dance and still holding hands. “Two brooos !! chilling at the Three Broomsticks! Five feet apart ‘cause they’re not friends!” - the others hollered and cheered and greeted the two back.

- Will you just shut up?.. - chuckled Y/N as she was letting Talbott's warm hand go.

* * *

It was time to return back to the castle. Friends were getting dressed in silence. All their wet clothes had almost dried up by the fire, and for those pieces that weren’t dry yet, they used their wands. Before leaving the pub, Y/N gave the bouquet to Madam Rosmerta. At the very exit, Trelawney's warnings came back to Y/N. It was so scary to think that on this night, according to the prophecy, she would lose a friend, and so she chased those thoughts away. As soon as the group stepped outside, contrast between the warm pub and icy cold air made them cough. Sniffing and cursing from freezing weather, they rushed towards Hogwarts down the snow-cleared path. This night was especially quiet: there was only the sound of snow creaking under their feet, and from time to time there came a bird’s distant cry.

- Bloody hell, we never bought anything, - Charlie complained in annoyance.

- Well… Let it burn, then. It will just be added to that list of four hundred things I have to do tomorrow ... or the day after ... or after.. or after .... - Tonks answered him with a loud yawn.

Friends were already approaching the doors of the castle when Talbott deliberately started to slow down. He stopped right in front of a path fork that was turning off the main road and leading to the owlery.

- Ummm... I need to send a letter to someone, - he said shyly, milling about the path. - Care to join me, Y/N?

“Hmm .. that’s a strange request, it’s practically nighttime... Something is fishy (pardon me, birdy) here.” - Y/N thought in her head, but out loud she only said:

- Uhh .. okay, sure. Let’s go.

After all, Talbott was her friend, and she had no reason to mistrust him.

The group of friends said their goodbyes and parted ways. Talbott and Y/N turned to the owlery. Tulip was waving at them a very long time after that, until their silhouettes blurred out, enclosed by the veil of snow.

Several minutes had passed since Talbott and Y/N were alone together. They were strolling down the path and talking about all sorts of things that happened during the past few days. The two of them were approaching the little towers of the Owlery rather quickly, and now only a small meadow was separating them from a brick staircase leading upstairs. In the summertime, the meadow was blooming with daisies and dandelions and was serving as a perfect playground for Puffskeins and Knarls. But now, the meadow seemed to have stopped in time: bare bushes were the only thing that was left from thick flowering plants; icy ground was tightly intertwined with fallen grass and wrapped in snowdrifts. Here and there, towered a few cedar pines, spruces, and chestnuts, but now they all were covered with white snow dust. For some reason, Talbott stopped walking towards the Owlery when they reached this meadow, and he began searching for something in his pockets. Finally, judging by the way his face lit up, he found what he was looking for. Aloof animagus beckoned Y/N closer. He was clutching something in his fist. As soon as Y/N approached, he opened his hand; there were two small luminous grains lying on his palm.

- What are these, Talbott? - said Y/N in quiet astonishment.

- These are midnight mint seeds, - he replied. - Professor Sprout gave them to me this Christmas.

- I have never heard of them…

- These are very rare. They can only be harvested once a year from underneath ash flowers. In places where you plant them, blood will never be shed again. - Talbott remarked in a lowered voice.

Y/N couldn’t stop staring at the grains. They seemed alive.

- Don't be afraid, touch them.

Y/N carefully raised her hand above the luminous grains and covered them with it.

- They’re warm! - not expecting that, Y/N let out a smile from ear to ear.

Talbott nodded. He looked straight into her eyes.

- I kept looking for an opportunity to plant them. Today seemed very special to me, and I decided to do it now. With you. If you want to.

- I ... of course I do! - Y/N’s cheeks and neck were rapidly getting covered with blush. - But aren't seeds planted in the fall?

- Not these. These should be planted in winter. They can only be planted under snow.

Y/N and Talbott knelt down and started preparing the soil for the seeds. They dug up a sufficient amount of snow, and then carefully placed glowing grains onto dead grass. They covered them with several layers of grey leaves and twigs, and then put a dense snow blanket above it all. But even through all these layers, the magic light of the seeds was shining through. Moreover, it seemed to have intensified and was now pulsating. For a brief instant, the pulsation stopped, and little blue stars began to emerge from under the snow, where the seeds were planted - similar to mini-fireworks. The stars took off and fell, crumbling and shattering into smaller pieces and dust. But the most spectacular thing that two friends were now hearing was... singing. It was a wonderful, calm and solemn melody without words. It was sung by the grains! Y/N had never heard such music before; she felt how her heart was opening up because of this melody. If someone had looked out of the Owlery window at that moment, then through the veil of a starting blizzard, they would have only distinguished a soft blue light illuminating two young faces floating above it.

The singing ceased; the blue light also faded away. Friends were silent for a minute, as if they were afraid to destroy the soothing feeling that the magical grains have produced within them. Finally, Talbott said in a hushed voice :

- You know, I didn’t actually need to send any letters. I just wanted to spend some time with you but without those dorks. So ... Thank you for being here with me.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he was smiling softly at Y/N.

- It was my pleasure, - she answered quietly.

Talbott rose and brushed the snow off his knees. He then reached out his palms towards Y/N to help her get up, but he did not let go of them after that.

- There was something else. Care for one more dance with me?

For the second time during that evening, Y/N and Talbott were dancing together. But this time it was so much different than it was in the pub!! Instead of all the noise and din of The Three Broomsticks, soft spruce paws were playing them a silent symphony of winter. It was a melody of silence, a melody of bright joy, a melody of snowflakes and wind. This melody cannot be heard unless one would actively try to listen to it. The snow was falling inaudibly. It was cascading from the sky in large flakes, performing a couple of waltz motions with the dancers, and then laying down on the ground and sparkling merrily under their feet. These instants were filled with a sense of miracle: without any magic or magic wands.

- You know, dancing like this is so much better than having to dance while hundreds of thousands of eyes are staring at you. - Y/N noted.

- Agreed.

Gradually, without noticing it themselves, two friends stopped dancing. They were now standing across each other, looking at individual snowflakes on their faces and hair. Every now and then, several small crystals would shiver and gravitate down, but they would never reach the ground as they would melt in a cloud of frosty haze from their mouths. It was very quiet now. Soft light was being reflected from snow and onto their cheeks, flushed from the cold.

- We might freeze this way. - said Talbot, slightly smiling.

Slowly and gently, he unwound his blue and silver scarf and wrapped it around his own neck first, and then around Y/N's neck; now their heads were even closer to each other, connected by knitted threads. Y/N could see his face much more clearly now. She could see glitter in his brown eyes, his every eye lash, every mole, she could smell the herbal scent of his shampoo ... she could even feel the warmth of his breath.

- What I actually wanted to tell you, Y/N, - Talbott said softly, - is that the longer I think about it, the more it seems to me that professor Trelawney was right about her prophecy.

- H-how do you mean? - stuttered Y/N.

- You’re about to lose a friend because I don't think ... I don't think that I can stay friends with you any longer ... I want to be much more than that, - Talbott whispered and leaned over toward Y/N's lips and kissed her.

It was a light, subtle kiss, but Y/N could clearly feel the warmth gently spreading among her skin. And then, another kiss followed … and one more ... and one more.

All the while, the snow was falling - soundlessly, tirelessly, tenderly.

* * *

Much later, after going back to her dorm in the Gryffindor Tower, Y/N had been sitting on a windowsill for a very, very long time. She was looking through a window, wreathed by frost: at the icy lake, at never-ending fields, covered with silver and at the...

First snow.

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You Left Me - Part 1 of 2

Pre-Redeemed!Princess Azula x Reader

Anon Asked:

Could you do an AzulaxReader where the reader grew up with both of the royal children and always kept them in place, especially Azula, knowing that she had mommy issues? As they get older and grow closer, the reader is suddenly declared dead after her war ship is blown up before Azula is named Firelord, which is the last strike to Azula losing her mind during the final battle? Thanks AJ! 

The events will be stretched out so that I can make them older during the canon events!

(A/N: I’m kind of surprised by the requests I got overnight, but I love it! Thank you everyone! I love you guys! The next one will either by Mai, Kyoshi, or Rangi! If I’m up to the task, I may even do all three haha - AJ)

***

It all started with my parents selling baby me to Fire Lord Azulon. Apparently they needed money that bad and wanted me to have a 'better life' knowing damn well I would probably become a palace servant. However, the Fire Lord seemed to take pity on me after learning that I was a firebender at the young age of 2, when I started learning to cook. After I impressively firebreathed at my caretaker, who refused to give me a chili pepper, he immediately heard of the incident and placed me in the care of General Iroh, who was to train and teach me the arts of firebending.

At the impressive age of 5, I’d mastered fire using non-conventional forms. I studied waterbending and airbending forms and used those to make me more effective as a master of the arts. I also took great pride in Iroh’s teachings of the mind, body, and soul. It opened my eyes to the great things I could accomplish if I had the ambition. I was also introduced to Prince Zuko and Princess Azula, the royalty that I'd be personally guarding once my training was finished. They both latched onto to me very quickly, as I had that playful charm, but a powerful aura that made them feel safe. 

***

By the time I hit 8, I was made the personal guard of the prince and princess. 

“You are to guard them with your life and keep them in line, behaviorally and training-wise, Private L/n. They are to respect you as they would me. You know what to do if they do not.” Fire Lord Azulon had told me during my official inducting ceremony. I bowed, honored to have been given a position that thousands of so-called 'masters' fought so vehemently for.

As soon as I was dismissed, I ran to the courtyard where Azula and Ty Lee were doing somersaults. Mai was sitting against a tree fiddling with her fingers while Zuko walked with his mother, Ursa. As I walked over to the three girls to tell them the news, I watched Azula fail to stick her landing. As a result, she retaliated when Ty Lee landed perfectly by pushing her to the ground. I stopped walking once I reached them and gave Azula a stern look.

“Azula, you need to stop being mean to your friends. Just because you’re a princess doesn’t mean that your behavior is acceptable.” I grunted out. She stopped laughing after seeing that I was completely serious and helped Ty Lee from the ground, apologizing after. Azula then skipped over to me and gave me a hug before waving her friend over.

We huddled together for a second before she whispered, “Watch this.” She skipped over to Ursa and urged her to let Zuko play with us. Once he came over, Azula demonstrated the ‘game’ that we would be playing. “We have to try to knock the apple off the other person’s head, like this!”

She shot an orange flame at Mai’s head and caught the apple on fire, prompting Zuko to panic and save Mai from catching on fire. However, he ended up tackling her into a water fountain that was behind them. Azula, Ty Lee, and I laughed and started cooing them until they walked away in embarrassment.

***

At the age of 11, we all learned that General Iroh’s son had passed away during battle and that Iroh was coming home. It hit home for me, as Lu Ten acted as my older brother after I was taken in as Iroh’s pupil. Time seemed to pass by very fast until I was suddenly in the throne room of the palace with Prince Ozai, Prince Zuko, Princess Ursa, Princess Azula. Ozai had requested an audience with Fire Lord Azulon to show the advancement of his children’s skills.

As usual, Azula excelled like a master in the making, but Zuko wasn’t at the same level yet. In the end of it, Azulon ordered me to escort the kids out of the room for a private discussion with Ozai.

While we walked out, Azula grabbed my hand and we all snuck back in to listen. I didn’t really pay attention to the heated conversation between father and son, as I was solely focused on the princess’ hand in mine. At some point, a frightened Zuko ran out, but Azula and I stayed until the discussion was over.

We ended up walking to my room, which was between theirs. After I closed the door, I sunk to the floor. I never got to express my grief about Lu Ten’s death because I was constantly expected to never show deep emotion. I forgot that Azula had come in with me, so she watched as I quietly broke down in sobs. It almost surprised me when she sat next to me and cradled my shoulders in comfort, knowing that I was going through a hard time. She didn’t say anything even after I was done and helped me out of my armor and into bed. 

“Get some sleep, Y/n. A lot of things are going to be happening tomorrow.” She said as she walked out and closed the door.

***

At the age of 13, Fire Lord Ozai challenged Zuko to an Agni Kai, making me jump up during the war council to object, as it was my sole duty to defend the prince, no matter who it was to. “No! As my duties pertain, I am the one who will participate in this Agni Kai! The prince shall not be harmed, my Lord!”

Fire Lord Ozai widened his eyes for a split second, surprised that one his most trusted and obedient guards was speaking out against him, during a war meeting nonetheless.

He fumed. “It may be your duty to protect Prince Zuko, but he needs to learn discipline! I will give you a day to train him before the challenge, but that is the only mercy I will give. Now, take him and get out of my sight, Private L/n!”

I grabbed Zuko by the upper arm and pulled him up. I then dragged him out of the throne room that had noticeably grown hotter in temperature.

Once we were far away enough, I led him to the training grounds and punched a purple fireball at him, catching him off-guard. He yelled and dropped flat on the ground, narrowly avoiding the flames. “What are you doing?!”

I angrily got into my stance. I bent my arm to where my right elbow was next to my ear with my fist parallel to the side of my face. My left arm stuck out like a punch, except my hand was opened rather than in a fist. It matched Zuko’s stance since he took inspiration from me and wanted us to have an identical fighting style.

“Fight me.” I growled angrily. “Iroh and I warned you not to speak up during the council, yet you did! Show me what you’ll do during the Agni Kai, Zuko!”

He shakily got up, realizing how angry he’d made me. He got into his stance and sent weak firelashes toward me, not putting enough momentum behind his strikes. I cut through the fire in a rage, not caring that it was burning my skin. How dare he be so weak when he had an Agni Kai tomorrow!

I firebreathed at him with what sounded close to a dragon roar. The flames spread everywhere as my anger only rose. “Y/N!” Solid arms wrapped around me, cooling me down a little bit. Azula yelled through the roaring, “Y/N, STOP! YOU’RE HANDS ARE BLEEDING!”

I listened to her on command and realized that I had obliterated most of the training equipment. Zuko was lying on the pavement again, cowering in fear while Azula held me in place. Wetness ran down my face uncontrollably. My brother would be no match for the general he was to face and I wouldn’t be able to protect him. Another person I care about would die tomorrow along with my honor.

How dare he?!

***

At the age of 16, I was promoted to captain and given my own ship to command. By this age, I'd begun to hate Fire Lord Ozai with a passion.

A while ago, during the Agni Kai, everyone was surprised when they found out that Zuko would be fighting his father rather than the general he spoke out against. When Zuko bowed and started begging for his life as Ozai approached him, I’d gotten up and almost ran on stage until the same solid pair of arms wrapped around me and held me in place again.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, but he has to do this on his own.” Azula had said. As much as I’d grown to love her, I had to disagree. He couldn’t do this on his own. He was a child, as were we.

I flinched away from the memory, focusing on my current mission at hand. I was to find Zuko and bring him back to the capital, as he and Iroh were both apparently traitors. Honestly though, how surprising. You give him a huge scar and then banish him, expecting him to remain loyal to you?!

I scoffed in contempt. Once I completed that task, we were to find and retrieve the Avatar, dead or alive, which was something I was wholeheartedly against.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead as a familiar voice spoke out from behind me.

“Are you just going to sit in here and sulk all day, or are you going to train with me?” I heard Azula say from the doorway of my room. I chuckled and turned around to see her giving me that signature smirk.

Azula was to be the successor of Ozai instead of Zuko, as she was the promising prodigy. Ozai tried turning her into a monster, but I was the line that he couldn’t cross. Part of the reason why he promoted me was to get me away from her so that he could turn her, but she always found a way to be at my side and get my advice. I knew she was a ticking time bomb due to the level of her father's abuse, but I loved her too much to leave her on her own. I wouldn’t let her turn into her father so long as I was alive. And that was what I worried about these days.

I smiled and bowed, to which she snorted. “Of course, O’Princess Azula. We shall duel!”

She came over and kissed my cheek before grabbing my hand to lead me away from my thinking. “I am glad that you think of me so highly, Captain Y/n.”

***

After I’d turned 19, Sozin’s comet was nearly here. I was to participate in the raid on all of the nations and burn it all to the ground. I, of course, wasn't going to do that and had joined Team Avatar to stop Ozai. 

Azula didn’t know that I switched sides, as her father sent me away a couple months ago on a ‘scouting mission’ before declaring her Fire Lord and then declaring himself Phoenix King. I knew that she would be stressed under the weight of the title without me there, so I tried my damndest to go back to her and convince her to switch sides. However, fate decided differently. 

An explosion rocked my ship and soon sent me spiraling into blackness.

I’ll find my way back to you, Azula. Before it’s too late for you.

***

(3rd POV)

As soon as Azula learned of your death, she broke. Her mental state completely broke into pieces right before her.

She banished everyone from the palace and went into a frenzied state, seeing you and her mother everywhere she looked. She’d just got done cutting her hair when she looked in the mirror and saw you smiling. Illusion!You didn’t even have to say anything for her to start crying uncontrollably. Why did the fates have to be so cruel? You should be here ruling at her side!

When she blinked, it was her mother, Ursa, standing in your place, telling her that she was loved. A brush was thrown at the mirror and shattered the glass on impact.

After Azula got dressed and went outside for her coronation, the ceremony was stopped by her annoying brother, Zuko, and Katara, the Water Tribe peasant.

"You want to be Fire Lord? Fine, let's settle this. Just you and me, brother, the showdown that was always meant to be; Agni Kai!"

Zuko agrees to the challenge after seeing that something was off about her.

"I'm sorry it has to end this way, brother." Azula growls out.

"No you're not."

***

Once the battle was over and Azula was in chains, she started thrashing around while screaming and crying. "Y/N!" She sobs. "WHY?!"

Why did you have to leave me?

***

End of Part 1.

(A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! I actually cried a little bit with this one. Azula deserves a redemption, so I'm gonna give her one since they did her dirty in the comics ;). Azula is 18 at the end of this but will be 19 in the next part, while you'll be 20. Part 2 will most likely be uploaded later today 8/15/20!)

As always, REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

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No Choice (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 4

Also available on my AO3.

Outpost 3

I awoke the next morning to a knock on my door. It was rough and loud, which informed me immediately that it wasn’t Michael. I got out of bed and answered it, in my nightgown. I opened the door to find Veneble.

“Good morning, Miss March. Please come with me right now, as I’ve got something special in mind for today.” She pulled me out the door harshly, directing me to the stairs. We went down to the first floor and she took me into the room she used to punish those who broke her rules. She shoved me in, and I fell onto my stomach.

“What the Hell?!” I screamed, she had Mead quickly tie up my hands and hang me from the ceiling. I was somewhat disoriented as I’d hit my head when she pushed me.

“You can’t do this.”

“I reign supreme here, and I will do as I wish and see fit. You’ve broken a rule and there must be punishment for your actions. I’m afraid killing you would only result in an angry Langdon. Should you say, disappear, then there would be no way he knew I was involved,” she walked around me in a circle. “Tell me, who is the father?”

“I’m not telling you shit! It is the father and my business not yours.”

“Perhaps then some, incidents will befall you and this bastard child will suffer as well. Besides, a whore like you doesn’t deserve to be a mother.” She rubbed her hand across my small bump as she threatened. She took her hand off and went towards the door. “Down here, no can hear you. Scream all you want, it will do no good. I will return tomorrow with Miss Mead. I suggest you consider identifying the father, or you will regret the day you were ever saved from the bombs.” She left.

I tired to pull my arms down. Of course, it was to no avail. I spent the next 15 minutes screaming, and once again nothing came from it. Michael would look for me, I knew he would.

(Michael! Please, please hear me!) I pleaded in my head. I hoped our telekinetic link would still work.

(Ashley, my queen, where are you? Veneble said she simply could not find you this morning. I know she’s a liar.) He replied after a few minutes.

(The punishment room. Ask around, you’ll find it.) I started to drift off into a sleep, though why was unknown to me. A while later I heard the door open. It woke me and I looked up, hoping to everything I knew that it was Michael. Much to my dismay, it wasn’t.

“Have you decided to come clean?” It was Veneble’s voice.

“No fucking way.” She walked over and hit my stomach with her cane. “Fuck!”

“This is no way to abort a child, but if I have to, a fall down a flight of stairs should take care of it don’t you think? Now tell, who is the father?!” Just then I heard the door again and saw Veneble whip around to see Michael.

“What the hell are you doing?! Did I not tell you I would take care of the situation? You’ve been on thin fucking ice since I got here, and tis is over the line.” He walked over pushing her to the floor. He reached up and freed my hands. “You OK, baby?”

I nodded lightly.

“Why do you treat her so highly? Explain to me why her and her bastard child are so important to you.” Veneble screamed from the floor. Michael put his foot on her neck.

“This is my wife and my child. You are nothing but pathetic scum. How dare you threaten my wife.” He pushed harder until I heard a pop. Her body went limp. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up love.” He picked me up and carried me to his room, ignoring the glares we received from the other residents of the Outpost.

Pre-Apocalypse

2 weeks had passed since that fight. It seemed as though our bond had grown exponentially. Michael had become much more affectionate. Not PDA necessarily, but it was hand holding and every once in a while, a kiss on the cheek. The latter was initiated by either party, primarily me at first. Mutt and Jeff had ceased their inappropriate comments to me as well.

I was making dinner, when I felt arms wrap around me. I turned and saw Michael, his chin resting on my shoulder. I smiled as I stirred the sauce for our spaghetti.

“What are you doing, Mikey?” I asked trying to focus my eyes on the stove.

“Can’t I hug my fiancé from behind?” He replied. “Where did you learn to cook anyway?”

“Well, Miss Evers, my dad’s maid, taught me. She never really liked me, but tried to get in good with my dad.” He hummed in response. “Food’s ready. Wanna help me set the table?” Michael grabbed plate and silverware, setting the table without complaint. We sat down to eat.

“How was your day?” he asked. Uneventful. The coke heads are almost done with your project. How was yours?”

“Long. I swear I work with idiots. Can’t do the simplest thing. It seems the apocalypse will be occurring sooner than expected.”

“How soon?”

“A month. Don’t worry I have a place for you. Unfortunately, I’m expected to leave you at an Outpost, before we get to reunite. The wedding for us should be taking place next week.”

“Wow, rushing things. We’ll get everything figured out.”

After dinner, I cleaned up the mess and went into the bedroom. I was sitting on the bed, reading some true crime book I’d found. Michael followed laying next to me.

“One week, and you are officially Mrs. Langdon,” he commented. I put the book on the nightstand and faced him. “You excited?”

“How could I not be? I’m going to be marrying you.” I chuckled rolling on to my back.

“I sense hesitation, do you not want to?”

“Of course, I do. I’m just…nervous. It’s a big life change.”

“Don’t worry baby, it’ll be great. We’ll go in front of the church and be unified in evil and love.” He kissed me and for whatever reason, that was enough to calm my nerves, even if it was just temporary.

#michael langdon x reader #ahs apocalypse

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The Fyres Household

I have been playing Fyres household for the last few months, and here's my progression with the girls and their pals. Personally, I see the Renegades as a troubled yet sincere attempt of the search for self. I liked every character and their backgrounds from the group!

For the Fyres household, I did some background makeovers for parents, in which I assigned Moira as a lawyer who is obsessed with making her office in San Myshuno a jungle, and Dominic as an experienced high school history teacher—you know the drill, that one cool teacher who can’t stop talking about cool trivias during the class! (I headcannon them meeting in their college days at the Debate Guild, UBrite...an intelligent and angelic law major and a keen, efficient, bit-of-a-nerd history major!) For the children, I did a makeover to represent their mixed heritage better. I also altered their traits a little bit; Siobhan as a Family-oriented, Outgoing Perfectionist who now works as a lawyer, and Morgan as a Good, Outgoing, Unflirty sim working as a mechanic. Morgan gives me a big demisexual lesbian vibes which I like and relate to very much!

This is the first time I post any stories about my TS4 saves, and I would greatly appreciate feedback including grammar corrections!

Moira Fyres is a successful lawyer, a sweet mother, and the dearest wife to Dominic Fyres, who is also successful as a high school History teacher and loves his family from bottom of his heart. As well as being incredibly responsible to their duties, they enjoy their hobbies on weekends with lots of friends—they really live their lives fully! Currently, their prominent daughter Siobhan is studying law at UBrite, following in her mother’s footsteps. Her sister, Morgan, has grown up well, too. She is just as sweet and smart as everyone—maybe more than anyone, her family says—in the house, although it is overshadowed by her rebellious attitude. Problem is, Morgan has been distant since the start of her teenage years. The Fyres family doesn’t know why, because she used to be really attached to them and now she is suddenly distant with no explanation or whatsoever. Can they break free from the tension and mend their bonds?

Strong, bold, rebellious...Morgan Fyres was a bit of a troubled teenager. She belonged to the Renegades, skipped school to hang out and occasionally to make a mess with them. Being a handy, scientific person herself, she would help Max with the formula of the notorious toilet bombs and influenced him to pursue his career in the science field. She was the “strong one” in the group, all dressed up in a pair of heavy black boots and a leather jacket.

She was, however, struggling with herself behind the tough facade. She wanted to be a “normal girl” just like her big sister, Siobhan, who she had been admiring ever since they were little. No,  Morgan did not want to behave like Siobhan—pink lipsticks and skirts? Ew, that’s so Paragons!—she wanted, no, needed to be like Siobhan, to be happy.

Unlike her sister, and possibly all of her classmates, she wasn’t quite a fan of boys and romance and all the sweet stuff surrounding the world. The reason why she avoided her happily married parents was not merely an angsty phase of a teenager; her mind, her body, could not proceed what the “normal” lover would do--kissing, hugging, and possibly woohooing. Even the idea of it made her cringe, no matter how happy it was represented by her family, by her classmates, by the society itself. She once tried to date Wolfgang in a desperate attempt of teenage integration, only to get rejected almost instantly. He was insensitive and ill-tempered, but that did not mean he would exploit his friend’s struggle. The incident left a strain on their relationship, which resulted in Morgan distancing from Renegades, secluding herself further.

Then a girl came along. A girl with a small pointy nose and an...”unique” sense of fashion. Hailing from Mt. Komorebi, the girl, named Waka Hanaoka, gradually sneaked into Morgan's juvenile heart. They would chat in the school commons for hours and hours—Waka helped Morgan with her Simlish writing assignment, in exchange of Morgan teaching her how to do algebra. Waka was an epitome of the school demographics Morgan would never really associate with—she was clumsy, goofy, and yet incredibly smart. Their unlike friendship somehow seemed to have a chemistry nonetheless. Morgan started to turn up to school once a week just to see the girl’s stupid face, then twice, and it went on and on. She felt a tingling warm sensation in her chest whenever she saw that toothy smile Waka put on when she taught her that her calculation was incorrect, or when Morgan “unintentionally” complimented her freshly dyed hair. Still not knowing how to name the lingering feeling, she would spend hours of night thinking about all the time they shared in the otherwise quiet, empty hall. Oddly enough, though, she did not—at all—feel repulsed from their shoulders brushing  or the girl’s hand gently touching her on the back.

It was Morgan’s senior year that everything came back from stagnation. Siobhan, being a prominent law student at UBrite, broke up with her long-term boyfriend Sergio over the feud about their future career choices. The thing was, Sergio wanted her to be a stay-at-home wife, while Siobhan did not want that sense of safety in her life. Having believed they would accomplish big things in business together, Siobhan was dejected—but she bounced back stronger, making her way into the success as a lawyer in San Myshuno just like her mother did. That was the moment Morgan realized she didn’t necessarily need a prince to lead her own fairytale, and that it was her last chance to get rid of the years of strain with her family before Siobhan moved out to the big city, not to come back for the next few years, or possibly forever. One night, Morgan decided to turn up to her dorm room with a brief “Hey Siobhan, I think we need to talk” call, and sit down to have a conversation after years of avoidance and small arguments here and there. She confessed her feelings--something that had confused and tormented her for her entire puberty—towards physical interactions and heterosexual romance. It turned out Siobhan was extremely supportive, despite Morgan thinking it would never work out so well. They made up for their lost time together, mending their bond in the breezy spring weather of May. As well as being supportive, Siobhan gave her some interesting information; that love is not always a boy-meets-girl, that for some sims, love needs little to no physical intimacy.

After that night, Morgan suddenly turned to a new leaf--not fashion-wise, of course; she seems to like leathers whenever she heads off to party! She began to study harder than ever, so hard and efficiently that even her teachers were surprised. She also spent after school time with her parents, confessing and processing her feelings little by little. She came out as demisexual lesbian to her family and the few closest friends of hers including Waka. By the time she came out, Wolfgang started to notice something with his sexuality too...but more on that later.

She was still good friends with Waka, or maybe, a bit more than friends. When they visited Foxbury together and she said she would major in psychology there, Morgan couldn’t help but say “Can I be with you? I mean, can I, uh, go to the uni with you, like as a roommate?”, to which Waka replied with an unusually shy “Yeah, why not?”.

Morgan decided to major in physics, while Waka studied psychology to become a professor. They both studied at Foxbury, slowly developing their relationship over the course of living together as “roommates” (oh my god, they were roommates!). To both parties’ surprise, Morgan successfully proposed at the very night of their graduation, and now they have been happily married in Waka’s hometown, Mt. Komorebi. Their relationships with the Fyres family are at an all-time high. Since Siobhan got married and had two beautiful daughters (Cordie and Paige Fyres), they've been treating them like their children—and now they are planning on adopting a child of their own someday!

So yes, this is the brief story of Morgan Fyres, a demisexual lesbian. I really like playing her story and I get really attached to Waka as well!

I also gave some stories for some of the Evergreen Harbor residents (Jeb Harris and Knox Greenburg are married, and I headcannon Gideon Harris as being trans-nonbinary...I’m also thinking of Franchine one last romance with her high school lesbian sweetheart!) and for the Landgraabs and other members of Renegades.

Oh, and how Siobhan found the love of her life while also accomplishing her dream—I hope to share some of her journeys in the future as well!

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