#they're ENEMIES to FOUND FAMILY.... sobs

[riddlerosehearts]

thinking about how people who watch the emperor's new groove and somehow come out of it shipping pacha and kuzco, or thinking yzma only became evil when kuzco fired her and that she would've been a better ruler than him, are both so wrong in so many different ways and are also missing one of the things that i absolutely love about the movie. which is that, the way i see it, pacha and yzma are counterparts. as parental figures to kuzco.

like, just to get this out of the way first, yzma was a dismissive asshole to a peasant whose family was starving. and yeah, if kuzco had been in her place he definitely would've also done that, which... is why she would not be a better ruler than him. she'd just be the same because they're both horrible people in the exact same ways. her reaction to being fired is to plot murder, and as soon as his funeral is over she sets everyone to work on replacing paintings of kuzco with paintings of herself and covering the palace with imagery that makes it clear that it's all about her now. i'm not even sure why this is a discussion tbh.

and also, kuzco is literally a teenager. he's barely 18 years old. source: in the movie, yzma says at his funeral that kuzco was "taken from us so tragically on the very eve of his eighteenth birthday." she also claims in the movie to have "practically raised" him, to which kronk replies "yeah, you'd think he would've turned out better". and sure, she could be exaggerating, but what evidence do we have that she is? we learn absolutely nothing of his parents, who are never mentioned even once in the movie, or of anyone else who could've raised him, and she's his advisor who for some reason sees no problem with attending to royal duties in his place. most likely because she's his regent. also, i'm not exactly a fan of the sequel tv series "the emperor's new school" but it does have something that backs up my point: kuzco is revealed to be an orphan and just before his father went and got lost at sea, he asked yzma (who was also his advisor) to take care of kuzco if anything happened to him. so, yeah, the writers who worked on the series clearly thought that yzma genuinely did raise kuzco, and nothing in the movie contradicts this.

and i find the idea of her being his only parental figure for pretty much his whole childhood incredibly interesting because, and this also goes back into why she wouldn't be a better ruler than him--she mirrors him as a reflection of what would've become of him if he'd never met pacha. they're both incredibly arrogant, power-hungry, selfish, and cruel, with a tendency to blame their problems on everyone but themselves. yzma was even originally going to have her own reprise of kuzco's theme song "perfect world", which i really wish had been kept:

[ID: Lyrics that read:

I'Il be the sovereign queen of the nation And the chicest chick in creation I'm the cat with all the cream and ooh-la-la This deadly concentration Will put an end to my frustration Now this perfect world begins and ends with moi

What's my name? Yzma, Yzma, Yzma Yzma (what's my name?) Yzma, Yzma (What'd you say?) Yzma (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) Yzma. End ID]

(this song can be fully heard in "the sweatbox", the documentary about the making of the movie, and is also on youtube btw)

anyway, i'm sure yzma would not exactly have been the most nurturing or hands-on guardian, especially given that she and kuzco don't exactly treat each other like family. but it makes a lot of sense to think that her behavior influened kuzco's throughout the years. and for the entire movie, she remains determined to kill him. when he tries to reason with her and admits that he should've been nicer, she says the same thing to him that he originally said when he fired her. she never grows or changes and in the end, she hurts the one person who was willing to stand by her (and even then, kronk had never fully been on board with her plan) and he ends up trying to crush her with a chandelier. kuzco on the other hand is able to realize the error of his ways, come to regret who he was in the past, and start taking steps toward being a better person. his theme song gets a reprise where it's changed from a song about one person being the center of the world to a Power Of Friendship song. why? because, as i've already mentioned, he has pacha.

pacha, who similarly to both yzma and kuzco is in a position of authority as the leader of the village but unlike either of them is gentle and humble. who isn't afraid to stand up to kuzco and be honest with him even though he's the emperor, who agrees to take him back to the palace but has no obligation to be so helpful, kind, and caring toward him--and just about every reason not to be--and still chooses to be anyway. pacha who is 45 years old (also stated in the sweatbox documentary) and can see that kuzco is practically still a kid, not a single day over 18, who has time to grow and change. pacha, who already has a wife and two kids with another on the way, but practically treats kuzco like one of his own. who acknowledges that if kuzco dies all his problems will be gone and then still worries about him and goes out of his way to rescue him after he wanders into the jungle. who sees kuzco shivering at night and covers him with his poncho, who carries him when he's genuinely too weak to keep walking, who refuses to give up on him even after repeatedly being betrayed by him because he believes there's good in everyone.

also, while yzma ends up repeating kuzco's harsh words of dismissal as she tells him of her plans to kill him, kuzco had previously repeated pacha's words that "nobody's that heartless" after he saved pacha's life. and as the movie progresses kuzco and pacha's relationship becomes more and more equal and is constantly contrasted by moments of yzma being cruel and unappreciative of kronk's kindness. a good example of this is how kronk is constantly being forced to carry yzma everywhere on his back while yzma literally walks all over him and steps on his hands when she gets down, whereas when pacha briefly carries kuzco after the latter collapses he tells him he'll have to walk the rest of the way later and kuzco doesn't even protest.

idk if i'm even explaining well what i'm trying to say here. but basically, if yzma actually raised kuzco and contributed to his current behavior, then she and pacha both are figures who guided him and helped him grow. only yzma helped him become the tyrant that he was at the start of the movie, who was selfish and callous and saw everyone else as beneath him. whereas pacha helped him see the value in being selfless and considerate of others. and in the end, yzma is stuck as a cat and nobody is concerned about her. kronk has found a new job that makes him genuinely happy, while kuzco has decided to build a hut on the hill next to pacha's and effectively joined his family. in the sweatbox documentary it's even mentioned that chicha and the kids were at risk of being removed from the film, but it was decided that they needed to be there because having just pacha as a single guy who lived alone wasn't interesting enough--kuzco needed to go from having basically an empty world where he had nobody to being able to come together with pacha's whole family. and i just think that's incredibly satisfying and beautiful. it also leads up to one of the few things i really do enjoy about the emperor's new school, which is the fact that during the show kuzco moves in with pacha and chicha and pretty explicitly thinks of them as basically his parents while he's like a son to them.

idk. i feel like my mind went in a million different directions while i was writing all this. but i guess i just think that for all of the praise the emperor's new groove gets for its comedy and for how hilarious yzma and kronk in particular are as a duo, the movie also has a lot of genuine heart that gets overlooked. kuzco's character growth and his unique dynamic with pacha is, for me, really what elevates the movie from just a funny movie that i like to one of my favorite disney movies. and i wish more people appreciated that aspect of it and saw it as a found family story in the same way that treasure planet, brother bear, and lilo and stitch are all found family stories.

#disney #the emperor's new groove #help i wrote a whole essay about this movie #and i didn't even mention how much i love the way kuzco's home life is contrasted with pacha's #ugh. they have one of the most interesting and unique dynamics ever in a disney movie. i love them #love how kuzco gets away from yzma's toxic influence by way of accidentally being adopted #by the guy whose village he almost destroyed for a theme park #they're ENEMIES to FOUND FAMILY.... sobs #kuzco #pacha #yzma #kronk

[stubz]

Injuries and a ship invasion, no one dies

"Why do they let humans take care of our younglings? If it hadn't been for the coalition then it would've been another century till they realize our existence. Their senses have dulled to the point where its laughable that they are the dominating species of their planet. And lets not forget the fact that they're at constant war with each other over the most stupidest things, color of skin, where one lives, who they love, what they believe, etc."

"Calis stop it! Your being a xenophobe. And while some of that is true you should know by now that the humans care deeply for our children."

"I am simply being concerned parent who worries for their young's safety and well-being...we are in a dangerous area right now, the middle of a war zone, and it would make me feel safer if we had some others at the care centre till reinforcements arrive."

"Trust me my brightest, the humans will do everything they can to ensure the safety of our Dali...and knowing them they'll likely surprise you and live up to their reputation."

"...fine, fine, I apologize, you are right. The humans have surprised me so far, what's one more?"

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"WHERE IS DALI?! WHERE IS MY YOUNGLING CAPTAIN!"

"Calis calm down! Your arm!"

"NO! YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN ENEMY FORCES HAVE INVADED OUR SHIP AND NONE OF US CAN FIND OUR YOUNG!!"

"Calis, your hurt and so is your partner. Think of Gala, they need you right now."

"...Gala is hurt because they were looking for Dali. They got shot because they were heading to the centre...I have to find Dali. For Gala, Captain."

"I'm sure that Kim and Max are doing everything they can to keep them safe."

"With all do respect Captain, how could 2 unarmed humans survive what our force couldn't."

"...I don't know but its probably going to be one hell of a story we'll be telling for the ages. Now go get your arm treated. That's an order."

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"WE FOUND THEM!"

"CAPTAIN WE FOUND THE YOUNGLINGS!"

"WE NEED A CRANK AND SEND EVERY AVAILABLE MEDIC!"

"oh great stars please no...nonononono DALI!" the Delzah rushed forward, breaking through the search party, only to be stopped by their captain.

"Calis...you have to let them do their job. We, we just have to hope." he could not help the hitch in his breath. Hoping, praying, that his own child was okay underneath the wreckage that was once the youngling care centre.

They fight and thrash until eventually grief overtakes them. They collapse into the captain's arms wailing.

"...what hope do I have that my child is alive under all that rubble. Captain...the only hope I have is that they died quick and that they are with the stars now..."

"Oh Calis..." he sobs. He knows it. There was hardly a chance that anyone was still alive underneath there. Only the strongest younglings who were from a strong species may survive and his child was not one of those few. They were strong but his child was like him...a runt, the joke of the family. Too small, too weak, too soft. She was surely dead...why couldn't it have been him?

"MAPA!"

"PAPA!"

One by one, children emerge from an opening made in the rubble, and at the front of them was Dali and a small feline like child.

"my glorious star" flinging themself from the Captain Calis dragged themself to meet Dali who leaped into their Mapa's arms.

The captain was not too far behind, running to his daughter and cradling her close. Words were not exchanged but Calis could feel the vibrations coming from their purrs.

"See...I told you they would be waiting..."

last to emerge from the rubble was the humans, carried out on stretchers. Only one was conscious. Glass glittered from their skin, dirt and dust blended with vibrant red blood, staining their white bandages, and a rebar was poking out of the unconscious one's side.

"You...got everyone right?"

"Yes, human Max."

"Good...that's good..." and finally did they lose consciousness.

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"Apparently they covered the windows and hid the kids in the storage room, putting them to the farthest corner while they formed a human wall in front of the door.

When those quiznaking bastards couldn't break down the door they rigged the centre with explosives. Lucky for us the humans personally requested that the storage room be made durable for the equivalent of their disasters on earth so it held up decently well."

"But how did they get so injured?"

"Decently well, meaning the room wasn't completely stable. Eventually the walls started to give and the humans had to improvise by becoming the new pillars. They took shifts until they both had to hold up the weight for what the kids guess to be 3 hours...imagine holding up all of that weight until you were on your hands and knees with rebars, broken glass, and debris piercing into your body."

"...Gala said that Human Max nearly flatlined and Human Kim needed 2 liters of blood."

"You seem confused."

"...Humans are impressive but how did they do all of that? They were already injured and yet managed to hold up a collapsed ceiling for hours until help arrived, I thought they were completely average and even weaker than us."

"Apparently when their loved ones, especially children, are in danger they tap into their more primal instincts. Allowing them to withstand a shot to the side, a slab of concrete to the head, and hours of keeping a ceiling from collapsing until they know everyone is safe.

Heard a story of a human who died only after he saw his kids was safe from a fire."

"Looks like Gala was right. Humans have surprised me once again."

#humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans in space #the adventures of kim and max running a space child care centre

[meltinghun]

Complicated ; Jean-Pierre Magnan.

summary; since the start of the school year, Jean-Pierre and reader have competed with each other for the first place on everything, that is until reader starts to neglect herself.

warnings: fem!reader, ANGST!!!, fluff, swearing, academic enemies-to-lovers, feelings of failure, reader has a shitty family AND doesn't take care of her health (dead dove do not eat? idk?), canon typical misogyny, they're so mean but they like each other (i promise!!).

w/c: 2.8k

author note: i want to thank everyone who encouraged me to keep writting, your comments made me blush and giggle so hard, omg!!!! <3

I got stuck in this o.s for more than a month because I really liked the idea but I wasn't convinced on how it was turning out, but anyways, I had to upload something after being inactive for so long lmao.

The latin teacher handed each student their graded exams, occasionally throwing back handed comments when he saw necessary, visibly enjoying the defeated faces of the students that didn't receive a satisfactory grade.

With an audible sigh, he extended the paper towards Y/N, shaking his head to emphatise his dissaprovement.

"You were the only reason as to why I was starting to believe that it was a good idea to integrate girls to the school." He raised his eyebrows. "But I'm starting to regret it."

The loud comment reverberated on the walls and hurt her ears, making her shrink in her seat with embarrassment when the big red 7/20 was placed in front of her. When the professor continued walking around, she heard a subtle chuckle coming from the left, turning her head in that direction. Founding a pair of big green eyes already staring at her in amusement.

"And I'm starting to believe that, after all, you are not a threat at all." A small smirk painted his face before continuing. "Maybe you fooled all of us into believing that you were actually smart, but I guess you aren't at all."

Her throat closed at the same time that she felt the need to throw up, she didn't knew what was wrong with her, she stayed up late studying for the tests, wrote her own resumes and even recited them out loud to try and memorize it, but no matter what she tried, the formulas didn't seem to stick to her brain, the numbers and symbols seemed like the exact same thing and confused them with each other and even the words of her history homework seemed to be written on a foreign language. She felt like a failure ever since her parents started to demand even better grades than she already had, spending her days and nights studying and having little to almost no sleep at all, investing all her time into trying to regain her star student position.

She was exhausted, sometimes even getting to the point of hallucinating things from the lack of rest, but convincing herself that she didn't deserve it until her parents were more than proud of her. And that seemed so far away.

Blinking away the tears, she tried to keep up with her facade, "Maybe you should start to mind your own business, Magnan." She managed to spat through gritted teeth.

"And that's where you're wrong, again." She groaned in annoyance. "See, when something makes you feel miserable, it is completly of my business because it makes me feel amazing."

She took a sharp inhale, and before she could say something, the sound of the bell indicating the start of reccess pierced the air. Rapidly, she gathered her belongings and almost sprinted out of the classroom, earning a severe reprimend from the teacher that she didn't care enough to hear.

"Miss L/N!" He made an offended sound. "Women, they are so sensitive... That's why they don't belong here."

She made a straight path towards the teachers restrooms, and only after locking the door did she allowed herself to let out a choked sob. The tears falling down and making a mess everywere, a hand coming up her face to try to muffle her desperate cries.

She really didn't know what was wrong with her.

Maybe she was the problem.

Everything came down like a ton of bricks falling on her, from the pressure of trying to be a role model for her family, to the hurtful words of Jean-Pierre that striked a nerve. Usually it wouldn't bother her that much and instead she would have a comeback ready to throw at him, but lately that wasn't the case, the highlights of her day used to be the moments were they started bickering at each other, sharing defying looks and victorius smirks in the way. She awaited those moments so eagerly.

But now she was lacking the strength to think on a smart jab to get right back at him, and even when she did manage to come up with something, it didn't bring her any satisfaction at all like it used to. Instead, she just felt drained.

Once again, the bell rang indicating to everyone that the classes resumed once again, but rather of getting out of her little hiding spot, she just stayed there, not feeling ready to face yet another deception.

Nor face again those mesmerizing green eyes.

A sharp headache made her wince slighty, she's been having them since a few days ago, sometimes were more powerful than others and today it seemed like one of the days were she felt like digging out her brain out of her head. She splashed some water on her face and looked at the mirror, looking away almost immediately when she took note of how sick she looked.

Opening the door, she carefully made her way to the infirmary, thinking to herself that some minutes with the school's nurse could excuse her absence in the class. A sudden feeling of dizziness caused by the sudden movement almost made her trip over, but before it happened, a strong hand took hold of her arm, keeping her from falling.

"What is wrong with you? Where the hell were you?" Jean-Pierre gave her a severe look that harbored his concern.

"I already told you to mind your own business." With all the strength she could muster, she pushed herself free out of his hold, the anger bubbling on her veins. "I don't owe you nothing, so get out of my sight and leave me the fuck alone. You would do me a great fucking favor."

Her harsh words left him completly dumbfounded, never before had she talked to him like that, even on the days when he annoyed her out of her mind. He saw how she moved towards the stairs, holding tightly onto the rails; moving closer to her hunched form, he felt the sudden and desperate need to ask her what was the problem, if he could help her in any way.

"I'm here against my will, Miss Couret sent me to look out for you." Was the only thing that came out of his mouth. "She was worried because she didn't saw you at recess, even more when you weren't at the classroom."

The lie slipped off naturally from him. Miss Couret didn't sent him to look out for her, he scaped class by coming up with some excuse about needing to ask something important about his latin competence, the truth was that he was the one who worried about her absence. But she didn't need to know that tiny detail.

Jean-Pierre would never admit it out loud, but he saw the drastic change on his rival's attitude, and it got him concerned. He would secretly listen to conversations of her friends that involved Y/N herself as a main topic, that's how he got to know how strict her parents were with her and it made his stomach churn with worry.

The weird thing was, he really didn't know why he cared so much, neither why he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was the first thing on his mind when he waked up, thinking about new ways to annoy her and have her total attention on him, he thought about her on the afternoon while doing homework, wondering if she managed to do the excersices better that him, and she was also his last thought before dozing up to sleep, anxiously waiting for the morning to come to do that rutine all over again.

He really didn't knew why.

A grip on his sleeve made him stop on his tracks and turn his torso towards her, his free hand instinctively coming up to rest it on her forearm.

"I think I will pass up." She mumbled with a lost look on her eyes. "If you let me fall, I will kill you, Magnan."

And not even a second later, everything turned black to her.

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The fist thing she noticed was the slight smell of pine blending up with the strong one coming out of the medicines, a small sigh leaving her lips before opening her eyes, stumbling almost immediately with the image of Jean-Pierre sitting beside the bed she was lying, and from what she could see, he was engrossed with a latin book.

Her heart raced and a hundred thoughts per second invaded her head. He could've left her with the nurse to come back to class, why was her still there? Was he waiting for her to wake up? But also, what if he was only there to be the first one to laugh at her? The questions overwhelmed her inmensely, so she decided to ask first the important ones.

"How long have I've been unconsious?" The sudden sound of her voice making him shot his head up, she could swore he almost looked relieved.

"I, uhm... Here, I bet you are thirsty." He cleared his voice before handing her a cup of water. "It wasn't for that long, just a couple hours. The school's over in less than forty minutes, so we can go home anytime."

She emitted a groan. "No wonder why I feel like I slept for years, I missed the whole day!" Leaving the cup on the bedside table, she glanced quickly around the nursery. "Where's Mrs. Bellanger?"

"Some kid was playing too hard and broke his arm in the process, she told me to keep an eye on you while she took him to the hospital." He paused, momentarily doubting if he should keep going. "She also told me that you passed out due to a huge lack of sleep and a possible unbalanced diet. Tell me, did you thought that it was smart? To harm yourself in order to have the acceptance of some idiots who can't see your real value? It's not worth it if you end up like this."

As if it were an habit, her eyes got teary, losing the count on how many times she cried on the day. It bothered her so much, even more that it was happening in his presence. For a moment, he almost sounded so consternated... But either way, she wouldn't tolerate being scolded like a kid.

"Excuse you?" She exclaimed, an evident frown on her face.

"Don't try to play dumb. You know what I mean."

"Oh, so you want to know why? I'm the first granddaughter, the first niece, the first child, the older sister... It's obvious that I have to make some sacrifices, even if it's at my own expense. After all, everyone expects so much more from me." The words came out slower than before and full of venom. "Yes, it may not be really healthy, but I push myself because it's the only way to make them proud of me, and it's something that I believed you would understand, Magnan."

"And you are not wrong, I do understand you." He took a few seconds before saying his next words. "That's why I don't want you to pressure yourself to be someone that you aren't, I know what it's like to be pressured by your parents -..."

"No, you don't. You don't know how my parents are!" She interrupted him. "You don't know how it is to be belittled when you don't achieve something worthy of their interest, you don't know how its like to feel proud of yourself because you thought that you finally did something right just to find out that you failed again, or to spend every second of the day studying, priving yourself of having a social life just to feel miserable at the end of the day. And you definitely don't know how it's like to live your whole life without knowing if your family even likes you."

She didn't know when she started to cry, much less in what moment Jean-Pierre got close enough to wrap her in a tight embrace. But suddenly, she felt like the constant emptiness in her chest was being filled with something much greater than a temporary stability brought by false acceptance, it was an unknown warm and fuzzy feeling that made her anguish vanish away. It felt like that was all she needed throughout her life.

They pulled apart slowly, his hands immediately went to her face to wipe away any traces left of tears on her cheeks, and they stood there, looking at each others eyes, feeling as if they were frozen in time. 

"I may not understand entirely, but I can learn how to." He murmured. "I really want to understand you."

"But why would you bother?" She asked, confused and desperate to know. "Since the moment we met, the only thing we do is argue, we hate each other!... I tried to hurt you so many times and you have done the same to me, so please, make me understand, why would you want to help me? Why do you care?"

"Because I care about you, deeply." The words came out breathless, his eyes trying to desperately find her gaze. "I really don't know how to describe what I feel, but I do know that every time I see you, my heart goes crazy, and sometimes I wonder if it will come the day where it's going to jump out of my chest to go chasing after you. I know that every time you laugh with another person, I wish with all my soul to, someday, be worthy enough to be the cause of your smile. But I do know that if I hated you, really did, I would be happy for your downfall, but I'm not, because I can't force me to act as if I don't care about you, not anymore."

Jean-Pierre wasn't a man or words. All his life he struggled to express his feelings, but this time, it was different.

"One of the things I admire you for is the way that you don't never give up, it doesn't matter how many times I get a slighty better mark, you study harder until beating me up the next time we have an exam. You are resilient, and so damn smart that it makes me feel jealous sometimes, because I wish I could have a little bit of the determination that you possess, and I can't comprehend why you focus on your non existing flaws and ignore all your strenghts."

"I never thought..." She began with a whisper, attempting to make a joke in order to not break down completely. "I never thought that someone could ever think that highly of me, not even you."

"How could I not? You are the most incredible person I ever met, Y/N."

A violent sob reverberated on the nursery walls, and before she could even feel shame for shattering that easily due to the sweetest words she ever heard, she found herself on Jean-Pierre's hold once again.

It felt like they spend a lifetime in that embrace, hearing nothing more than the rapid beats of their hearts and sharing everything they didn't had the courage to say out loud, not yet. Squeezing the hug one last time before breaking away, she dried her face with the sleeves of her blouse, his adoring eyes never leaving her.

"Now, what? What's next from this point?" Fearfully, she asked.

"Now... I will walk you home." Seeing her confused frown, he added rapidly. "If you want to be the number one, you have to be better than me, and the first step to achieve that is to sleep well and eat some real food. You have to take care of yourself, then we will work on the rest."

"We? You will help me beating you up?"

"I want to help you to become a better version of yourself. If that costs me becoming the second of the class, then so be it."

He extended his arm in her direction, encouraging her to hold it. Slowly, she got up from the bed and hooked their arms together.

"I must admit that my home is far away and I came walking today, so you can still back down if you want."  

"Only a fool could reject such offering."

She exhaled a shaky breath, never expecting that answer. As they made their way towards the door, a sudden question hitted her.

"How did you know about my problem with my family?"

"I accidentally overheard a conversation, I didn't realise it was about you until they named you." An overwhelming warmth creeping up his face.

"Of course, 'accidentally'."

"Shut up." His reddening cheeks and the obvious attempt of a lie didn't went unnoticed, earning a light giggle from the girl.

That fluttery sensation came back to her. She never thought that it would be possible to feel this smitten over someone, even if she still struggled to admit it. While the boy couldn't stop thinking of how fortunate he felt in those moments, with the person he couldn't stop dreaming about holding onto him and walking her home for the first time, and hopefully not last. The warm breeze of the spring surrounding them as they made their way out of the school between laughs and jokes, secretly wishing to have more moments like this one in the future.

#jean pierre x reader #jean pierre magnan #jean pierre magnan x reader #mixte 1963 x reader #mixte1963 #mixte 1963 #academic rivals #voltaire high

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

Leaving out how shitty of person Sakura is and how she literally never grows up. She was nasty at 8, nasty at 16, and continued to be nasty in her 30s when she became a parent...

People who genuinely don't like Sakura aren't sitting there disparaging her body, hair, or forehead. They're calling into question how her one goal in life was to become the wife of a boy she continued to disrespect for years. How she didn't take her job seriously and put her team in danger because of it, despite no one forcing her to become a ninja. How she continues to treat her own friends and even her daughter terribly.

Emotions?

You mean where she consistently invaded someone's personal space, refused to take NO for an answer, and then made his trauma about her contrived feelings?

Or how she invalidates everyone else's feelings in favor of her own and manipulates even her child's father, so he won't learn the truth of her behavior at home?

Ideals?

You mean the obsession with her looks and not training until Sasuke and Naruto almost die in front of her?

Or how even after that she didn't start taking things seriously until Sasuke left?

Or what about when all her character growth vanished because she got the chance to see Sasuke again and just stopped being helpful in the canon story and went back to being selfish and rude?

Dreams & Goals?

You mean the desire to be Sasuke's wife regardless of how many times he's pushed her away, told her she was annoying, and avoided her?

Or how her obsession with him was so intense she had to try and guilt trip him in the middle of a war for the sake of the world, into confessing non-existent love to her all because SHE claimed to love him?

Or how she was so attached to being an Uchiha wife that she wears his mon like a badge of honor on all of her clothes when he can't even force himself to wear it or even return to the village to see her and his kid.

Relationships?

You mean where she got the guy in the end, but still decided to be a sob story who did everything alone and then complained about getting no help?

You mean where she was hoping with everything in her being, that her new teammate would insult her supposed best friend too so she would be just as hurt?

Or is it how her obsession with a guy was so intense that she drugged her entire team and left them unconscious in enemy territory just so she could go off to see him to 'kill him' but still needed her drugged teammate to come and save her from being killed by him instead?

Or what about when she broke off her first ever friendship over her obsession simply because of hearsay?

Or what about when she taped her picture over the picture of her husband's friend, and then got angry because her daughter found out and dared to ask questions about it, so she threw a super punch at the space by her kid's feet and took the whole house down in the process?

Or what about that time where she was heavenly pregnant and decided to charge into a very dangerous situation, all for the sake of pride and not being left in her teammate's shadows as usual, and then literally put herself and her unborn child at risk?

Abilities & Strengths?

You mean how her stans try to act like she's surpassed her master by 17, and is better than every other woman in the series when she keeps getting curb-stomped and still needs to be saved by everyone else?

Like, no one is arguing that she hasn't improved as a ninja, cuz it's pretty damn obvious she did, but when y'all sit there being like, 'she's a goddess and Hinata sucks!' are you really being truthful? The enhanced punches aren't helping her all that much so all she's got is healing and even then, she's still not the best at it by adulthood. And she hasn't exactly made a name for herself as she never got out of her teammate's shadows... because she wasn't serious when it mattered.

Y'all brag about how 'Sakura won' when comparing her marriage to Ino's as if Ino isn't in a happy relationship. As if Ino doesn't have a good family unit and that Sai isn't a good father. Sasuke won't come back to the village and only talks to Naruto. Sasuke has never kissed Sakura but HAS kissed Naruto and a Dinosaur of all things. Sasuke didn't even know what his daughter looked like when he met her. When Sakura got stabbed while standing beside him, he didn't care, but when it happened to Naruto he asked after Naruto's well-being. Sakura got the guy she always salivated over, but she didn't actually win anything.

Your consistent need to degrade Hinata and Ino as characters to 'prove' that Sakura is somehow better than them, is also sus. Objectively, they have more character growth and better motivations, and while they might not be super strong and can't punch a house to smithereens in a tantrum, they're far better characters and have better relationships with the people in their lives.

But yeah. People not liking SH for all of these things that make up her character, means they are misogynists.

#anti sakura haruno #anti sasusaku #the irony of trying to act like you care about how ppl treat female characters when your whole account's filled with Hinata and Ino slander #like congrats on your activism there pal

[mi-dori]

Choose a side

Prompt: After reader fucked Kafka, she got pregnant. Reader sneaks out from the Astral express to visit Kafka until she got caught and had to end up picking a side.

Warnings: Slight Angst, pregnant kafka

A/n: This is rushed so please excuse the mid writing 😭🙏

Recently all of Elio's scripts contained Blade, Sliverwolf and the others. None of them contained Kafka and they knew why. They knew whag Kafka did a month ago and why she was having morning sickness, weird cravings and constant mood swings. "She's coming back Kafka." Elio hummed as he kept Kafka in his office while he did some work.

"I know. I'm carrying her child after all," she ran her hand down the barely noticeable bump. Later that night, the express train was parked at the space station. One month had passed since the heavy attack from the Anti matter legion and it completely destroyed the space station. The Astral express crew stayed to help repair the space station.

Himeko found herself having trouble sleeping so she got up and went out for a walk. In the corner of her eye, she saw you sneaking out of your room with a bag on your shoulder. You looked so distressed yet happy and she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Y/n?" She called out. You stopped in your tracks, fat beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. Turning on your heels, you were faced with a very distraught Himeko. "Where are you going?" You felt sick to the core just thinking about telling Himeko the truth knowing full well that the Stellaron Hunters are the sworn enemies of the trailblazers.

"Himeko..." you breathed out. The redhead was confused beyond question and you knew you couldn't hide it from her any longer. "Himeko I'm sorry." Little by little you began telling her the truth. About how you were once apart of the Stellaron hunters and the incident that happened a month ago.

"Wow... I... wow..." she stumbled backwards a bit, feeling extremely hurt. She loved you. Himeko was deeply in love with you. Every smile, every joke, every battle, everything you did made her enchanted by you and now after hearing this sick truth, she knew she couldn't stop you.

You bowed your head in shame, not knowing how to face her. She saw your distressed look and gently lifted your head with her fingers. A sad smile adorned her face. "This is hard to take in but I know you love her. I may not know much about Kafka or the stellaron hunters or you for that matter but I know for a fact that where love calls, one must answer. Go to her. Go to your family Y/n."

"Himeko- there's nothing to regret. We will become enemies but just know that the deeds you did in the name of Akivili, were more than enough to repay your sins you've committed in the past." Through her tears she spoke, Slight sobs leaving her mouth at the end.

You've hurt her but there's nothing you can do. Kafka is bearing your child right now and you can't abadon her. "What will you tell the others?"

"I'll tell them I don't know where you are. Go y/n. They're gonna be up soon." With a firm nod, you hugged Himeko and she melted in your touch but her comfort was soon dispelled as she knew which side you chose and she couldn't do nothing to change your mind.

"Goodbye Himeko. I hope you find your true love one day," you waved at her before running off. Himeko smiled.

"But you are my true love." Alas, fate wasn't in her favour and it might never be.

"You left the Astral express for me?" Kafka smiled, and so did you. "One month ago you were trying to kill me." She chuckled as she pulled you in for a kiss.

You pulled away and rubbed her belly. "I know but this little bundle of happiness is what brought us back together."

"Elio told me you'll be back."

"Of course he did," you rolled your eyes. Of course Elion would know, he's... he's Elio.

"Don't you wanna greet your boss and your fellow hunters?" You followed her along like a lost puppy and immediately upon entering Elio's office, you found yourself back in your old uniform. Elio spun around in his chair and with an evil glint, he smiled.

"Your plan worked Kafka. We finally have our triumph card back with us."

#honkai star rail himeko #himeko hsr #himeko x reader #honkai star rail kafka #hsr kafka x reader #kafka x reader #kafka #kafka hsr #kafka hsr x reader

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Guys, guys...

What about a Dark version of my The Last Animus AU?

Perhaps Reader was the last animus in their past life, but was killed by or were killed due to the adult platonic yanderes?

Maybe Reader was their adopted dragonet from a random egg they found or were given. Maybe Reader is their flesh and blood dragonet, but who inherited the magic or was magicked into being an animus by one. Maybe Reader was a mysterious hatchling given to them by an ex (friend, lover, enemy, etc. ). Either way, some of them had Reader with them since they were itty bitty, if not in the egg. And maybe they weren't always nice to Reader, or maybe they did care about them, but the moment they discovered they had magic... that they were an animus... They grew colder. Meaner. More dangerous and volatile than they were before. Yet Reader, for some reason, doesn't leave then or hurt them, even if the adults goad at them to do it. To prove how wicked they are. How dangerous and unnatural they are, for being an animus...

It comes to a head when Reader, when asked if they ever made a spell for the adult platonic yans or enchanted something for them, answers they did... Yet before they can say anything besides yes, they're driven out. Roared at and almost attacked as they try to explain themselves. Reader flees into the night/dawn, flying as far away as they can...

Yet the adults don't leave it at that. All of their worst fears about animus dragons, about Reader, were true... So with thundering wings they go to form a group of animus hunters, with the intent to stop the "monster" they didn't kill when they should have... It takes a few weeks, perhaps even a few months, to hunt down Reader. And it doesn't take but a few false kind words, a couple of hollow apologies and white-washed promises, to coax them out...

And it only takes a moment to send sharp chakrams through their wings, grounding them, while one of them delivers the killing blow, driving a long, sharp spear through their chest, impaling them into the cold earth below...

And all Reader can do is cry, laying there as their sobs and wails echo into nothing in the wide emptiness around them, their tears stinging their eyes and chest hurting with each breath and shiver... Their eyes burn, as they lay there in their final moments, realizing too late that they were never accepted... Never cared about... Never loved...

Their cracked sobs soon turn to gasping whimpers, and those too soon turn to fading sighs... And then they're gone...

And the world turns to H*ll.

The ground around them, stained and wetted by their blood and tears, freezes over, sharp spikes and crystals sprouting from the dirt, almost impaling several of the hunters. The very skies darken, the sun or moons blocked by shadowy clouds, as freezing rain and crackling hailstones crash around them. As the hunters start to panic, the earth starts to crack open, fissures forming and sending rocks tumbling into their inner chasms as the remaining dragons take flight, hoping to outrun the chaos all around them. Yet as they all separate, nothing gets better...

The adult platonic yans end up having to detour through a few kingdoms as they try to head back home, only finding chaos and terror everywhere they go. Entire cities on fire by blazing lightning... swathes and swathes of dead, rotting prey... Bloodied rivers and lakes, with frozen shores and burning water... And it only grows worse each passing moon cycle...

They eventually make it back home, sheltering inside to wait out what can only be considered the end of the world... And they're left with nothing else to do except look through their things, until they reach Reader's small cave/room/section... The small area is dark, until they light up a small lamp to shed light. They find well-loved scrolls and books, mostly fantasy, about happier lives and friendships and family... Worn blankets, curled up into a corner of the room, lined with almost every item Reader owned, be it a raggedy stuffed dragon or hand-made necklace or small wood and stone carvings... It feels... surreal, beinh in the room of their old child... Yet as they look further... they find hidden inside a carved-out book a small scroll... But written on the scroll are spells... spells made by Reader...

One to keep the adults' food warm until they eat it... One to keep their blankets warm at the perfect temperature... A few that protect their rooms and home from any accidents or disasters... Two that will alert Reader to when they are upset, and when it is safe for Reader to approach them... And at the bottom, written in scratchy letters, is a spell that makes it so the adults are unable to be mortally wounded or able to die an unnatural death...

And suddenly...

They realize they made the worst mistake of their lives.

They'd... They'd thought Reader was evil- they were an animus, they could do anything or make anything reality- they even admitted to enchanting them-!

But they didn't think for a minute that Reader had only used their magic to help them, had they? They hadn't even given then the benefit of the doubt. They'd... they'd just... yelled at them. Chased them off... And they even... They...

They feel ice creep down their spines, pain biting and clawing ooen their hearts and chests, strangling the words from leaving their throats...

They'd... killed... them.

They'd killed their own kid.

And whatever excuses or denial they had came tumbling and crashing down, breaking them thoroughly inside and out, leaving nothing but a shell of who they used to be.

They... they had helped murder their own dragonet. One they'd raised, who they'd known for their entire life-! They'd just, they'd- their talons- the screams- the wailing- dark ichor bubbling out- frozen dirt and burning skies and they were dead and its all their fault.

They leave, hoping to escape the new h*ll they'd created. Yet over the years, the decades... dragonets are born less and less. Eggs start coming out cracked, never to hatch. The kingdoms fall into chaos and fear as their world slowly dies around them... Until a discovery is made, kickstarting the first bit of hope anyone had had in ages: Animus touched items are unaffected by the deaths of the animi.

Bowls that double anything put in them; holes in the ice that always gives a seal to the hungry talons reaching down; spears that heal wounds; jewels that let others talk in their dreams; earrings of protection; armbands that summon real, fresh rain and storms; the list goes on and on, but one things is clear to everyone: Whatever an animus enchanted is unaffected by their deaths. Whatever those items do is not cursed or double-edged.

This gives rise to the cults.

They start small, dragons preaching about how the moons and spirits and great dragons have left them, abandoning them due to their greed and cruelty. That the animus dragons must have been their chosen ones. And now that they're all gone, they have started to kill their world. Dragons start praying, offering small items and begging forgiveness and making promises to never do such a sin again. And it only grows from there, as soon sacrifices are made, leaders are chosen for the cults, and each one starts to dedicate themselves to certain animus or to several, each writing down what was known about them and their life. Hymns and oaths are written down, soon chanted through the temples that rise from the ashes of the old world... And then the final act that starts to renew the world around them, starts to heal it:

The execution of those who used, hunted, or spread lies of the animi.

Greedy queens are ripped from their thrones, cast into the tearing talons of their subjects, who rend them limb from limb, out of anger and fear and desperation, for letting their greed and bloodthirstiness help bring down the dragons who'd served them faithfully. Animus hunters are soon the hunted, being brought back to the temples and either killed or converted, leaving nothing much either way. Any dragon who speaks ill of animi is disposed of or corrected, and this is how the new age begins...

It takes centuries before the first animus reincarnates.

The enchantment Reader made to keep them alive is the only reason the adults are still around, as they can't bring themself to take off the one thing they have left from them, the one last thing Reader did for them... They've had all of that time to grow, to change, to remake themselves and to start fixing the world around them. Perhaps they help dragons in need; perhaps they travel and share stories of Reader; maybe they even run their own temple or two, ones dedicated to their dragonet...

But when they find the new animus dragonets, as they slowly pop up over the different kingdoms...

They decide to raise them. To care for them. To accept then and love them and protect them, the way they should have all those many years ago...

It's lonely, waiting for the day that Reader will come back...

But they'd wait another thousand years if it meant they got to see them again, to apologize... To try and be a family as they should have been from the start... And they have plenty of siblings and other parents for Reader, don't they? Enough dragons and dragonets so they'd never be lonely or wanting for anyone... Just... please.... They beg their dragonet to come back... This time they'll do better, they promise...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #🐉wings of fire au #The Last Animus AU

[300yearschallenge]

Part 1 I Part 2

Théo sat in the dark and cried.

She was so happy for Eugene! Wasn't it wonderful for him to find love like this? Her beautiful, kind son now had a life partner. Perhaps she would soon even be welcoming a grandchild or two to the family.

She kept trying to choke down her tears, sniffling pathetically, but now that the crying had began she found no way to end it. She hated it. The crying. Herself.

"I figured I would find you here," a soft voice rang out from the darkness and Théo flinched, desperately trying to hide her face.

She tried to wave her hand at 'Tine, to get him to leave, but he ignored her half-hearted gesture so he could sit down next to her.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She opened her mouth to try to speak, but the moment she tried to make any sort of noise all that came out was another wretched sob.

"There, there," he hushed, taking on the same tone their mother had used on them as children, "Hush, hush."

"D-don't--"

"-- It's fine, Théo. You can cry, it's just me."

"I-it's noth…," she tried to speak again, voice shaking with effort, "N-nothing."

"Doesn't seem like nothing to me," he said and Théo scoffed at him. Stupid, patient Tine and his stupid endless kindness.

"S-stop--"

"Oh, don't be silly," Tine said, "If it bothers you so much to have me comfort you, then just consider it a debt of comfort to be repaid once one of mine get married. I'm sure I'll be a blubbering mess then too."

Théo tried to shake her head again.

How would he know?! At least his children were all his. Truly his. 'Tine never had to worry about them being driven away by the other parent, because there was none.

No other parent to be the favourite or the enemy, to one by one take all of your children away from you.

All except Eugene. And now she had to let him go too.

"He'll still be living with you," 'Tine said and Théo frowned.

"Stop that," she managed to say, very weakly, and he smiled.

"I won't." He said, reaching out to wipe a tear-stained cheek. The skin around her eyes was puffy and sore from all her crying.

"I feel--" she said, tenatively, "Pathetic."

"It's the first time one of yours get married. It's bound to be an emotional moment. There's plently of mothers who cry at weddings."

Théo pouted, "Because they're happy."

"And you're not happy?"

Théo shrugged.

After a moment of silence, the wind rustling through the trees, Tine spoke up, "Can I guess? Is it because of Joseph?"

Théo sighed, and looked around.

Not too far away from here was the tree where they had shared their very first kiss, all those years ago. It felt like a different lifetime altogether.

If she had known how everything would go, would she have done things differently?

Kiss Theodore first instead?

Become the poor, hard-working wife of a farmhand, surrounded by a litter of kind, hard-working children.

She wrinkled her nose slightly. Would that have been better? Or would it just have given her some other grief she couldn't predict?

"Do…," Tine hesistated, "Would you like to come stay with us for a while? You know you're always welcome with me and the kids."

Théo shook her head.

"No," she said, "No, I… I need to be there for Eugene and Iliana. They need someone in their corner."

"Doesn't Eugene have that now, though?" Tine said.

"I-Iliana then," she said, her voice wavering.

"And what of when she marries?"

"T-then--" She stared out into the darkness, trying to think of something.

Émile and Charles Elias were so far away now, too far away. Eugene married. Iliana probably not too far behind in marrying as well.

What if there were no grandchildren for a long time?

What would she even do then?

"You know what I think?" Tine said, laying an arm around her, "I think you've done such a great job being a mother that you forgot about everything else.

Remember all the projects you used to do as a kid? Cross-stitching, knitting, mastering every craft you got to try?"

"Maybe," Tine said, "It could be time for you to make some sort of project that won't depend on your children. If you put all of yourself into others, who will take care of you?"

Théo snorted, "You, apparently."

"Alright, alright," 'Tine said, "All I'm saying is this - if you pick up a project just for yourself after all these years of raising your children, who could blame you? I know my own twin well enough to know you've never been the idle type."

"Maybe."

"Maybe," Tine pulled her closer to him, "Now. Shall we return to the party?"

Théo shook her head.

"Just a little longer here," she said, breathing in the fragrant summer air, "Please. Just a bit more time."

Part 1 I Part 2

#300 years challenge #sims 4 decades #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 historical #olafssons #gen 4 #théodora olafsson #constantine olafsson #ts4 decades #ts4 historical #ts4 legacy #simblr

[fortunefavorsromance]

Ongoing list of Steddie fics that changed my brain chemistry [Ao3]

The Edification of Steve Harrington by ChronicRabbit- Steve pov watching Eddie DM for Hellfire (6 chapters: 44,066 words)

Freakin' Out On the Interstate by cairparavels- both Steve and Eddie pov, Steve is going on a road trip to confess to Nancy after she breaks up with Jonathan and takes Eddie to a concert otw (one shot: 6,724 words)

Victim of Love (I Never Thought I'd Be) by cairparavels- Eddie and Steve pov, series of one shots, super slow burn but so so sweet, there's miscommunication but it's Steve so when is there not, just like them becoming close friends and... closer (12 one shots)

Summer '86 by how_about_no- Steve pov, everyone heads to Steve's parents beach house for a week, lots of flirting and found family to be had! (11 chapters)

head over heels by rabbitinrain- Steve pov, makes a battle jacket for Eddie for graduation cuz they're "friends", totally just a "friend" thing (one shot)

Steve Harrington's Guide to Touch by how_about_no- Steve pov, Eddie's love language is touch and Steve notices that he's the only one he avoids touching which makes Steve feel.... left out (4 chapters)

The Worst Mixtape Ever Made by nbfutureboy- Eddie pov, Steve makes Eddie a pop mixtape and affection brews (10 chapters)

i don't ask much (i just want you) by ToEdenandBackAgain- Eddie pov, based on some artwork of Steve and Eddie laying in bed together, crushes and confessions (one shot)

same as it ever was by hexmionegranger- Steve pov, after vecna Eddie and Steve develop a close friendship but Eddie leaves out of nowhere and 4 years later they meet again and begin to rebuild on what was lost, very very sweet Dad-Steve, he takes care of Max who is blind and lives with both Steve and Robin, really truly super sweet I loved this one (10 chapters)

silent all these years by cairparavels- Steve pov, he starts leaving love notes for Eddie throughout highschool and beyond and falls for him (one shot)

Some Cupids Kill With Dice by horrormoviebarbie- Steve pov, au where Steve becomes a dad at 17 to twins, Max and Dustin, he is now 29 and meets their teacher Eddie (ongoing, 11/? chapters)

Ahoy, Big Boy by ChronicRabbit- Steve and Eddie pov, au of what might've happened if Eddie was working at Scoops Ahoy and subsequently a part of The Scoops Troop when russian shit goes down (ongoing, 19/? chapters)

STEVE'S FIRST BRUISE by cairparavels- Spiderman!AU, Steve and Eddie pov, Steve is Spidey and roommates with Eddie who is worried about him coming home all bruised up and takes care of him! (7 chapters)

Cut and Changed and Rearranged by AidaRonan- Steve pov, Eddie makes a mixtape for Steve and as he takes the time to listen, he figures some stuff out! Steve's got nightmares and bonding happens too (one shot)

paradise by the dashboard light. by oaseas- Eddie pov, Mechanic!Eddie au where Steve and him get to know each other before s4, specifically around s1-2, enemies to friends to lovers with a huge helping of Robin (who's working as a receptionist at the autoshop), like they're all besties and it's so CUTE!! Also expounds on his relationship with Wayne in a way I found myself near-sobbing to! ALSO deep emotional bonding with friends and boy does that do me in (ch6.... iykyk) (8 chapters)

steve harrington's six-step guide to getting the guy. by oaseas- Steve pov, series of flirting-with-Eddie flashbacks while giving advice to Lucas about Max in present time (2 chapters)

this is your home. these are your people. by oaseas- Steve pov, the Hendersons, Munsons, and Steve have a weekly dinner and Steve begins to feel sort of left out, his own self-hatred comes into play, but it's very sweet and chock full of found family so it balances out (one shot)

Skull Rock Era by chattrekisses- Steve pov, starts the same night Nancy and Steve break up, Steve heads to skull rock to clear his head and runs into Eddie, and continues to run into Eddie but eventually on purpose. Little bit of a fix-it-fic, Steve has a huge bi freak out, the usual (11 chapters)

Date me instead by Zhuletta- Steve pov, Steve thinks his failed dates must have something to do with him and when complaining to Eddie about it, Eddie offers to go on a date with Steve to test his romance skills which, obviously, snowballs from there (5 chapters)

All That You Ever Wanted From Me Was Sweet Nothing by t1red_gay- Steve pov, Five times Eddie tells Steve he loves him, and one time Steve let's himself say it back, some of the lines in this fic are so fucking raw im obsessed (one shot)

Red Eye by alinafewwords- Steve pov with a sprinkling of Eddie pov here and there, Coffee Shop/College AU where Eddie and Chrissy are baristas at a local place called Red Eye. Steve and Robin are in college and become regulars and friends! It's a slowburn and the relationships between everyone are real sweet <3 (big fan of Jonathan in this one) (ongoing, 11/? chapters)

cool just doing nothing with you by anniebibananie- Steve pov, Steve has trouble sleeping and thinks weed and Eddie will help, friends to lovers! (one shot)

we'll make it an annual affair. by ithinkicouldloveher- Steve pov, Steve, Eddie, Chrissy, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan spend a week snowed in at the Harrington cabin! Lots of domestic fluff and getting together. It's a sweet little winter fic! (12 chapters)

The Drive-In by BCRichSweetheart, madaboutmunson (BCRichSweetheart)- Steve and Eddie pov, Eddie is trying to avoid some basketball players at a drive-in and ends up hiding in Steve Harrington's car. Steve is shocked and concerned and in the end, hangs out with Eddie the rest of the night. Love the physical affection in this one, much giggling and feet kicking was had (23 chapters)

let it roll into the night by Adure- Steve pov, it takes one year for Steve to fall in love with Eddie. They meet back up in 1988, both working boring jobs close by so they start taking lunch together. From spring to winter is all it takes. (one shot: 19,675 words)

Made It This Far by mcdynamite- Steve pov, Steve is determined to suffer his migraines in silence, alone, and Eddie is determined not to let him. Steve's parents neglected him as a child, told him he was fine when he definitely wasn't, so now he's convinced he's fine with debilitating migraines. (one shot: 19,401 words)

i can give you a heartbeat by soupbitchin- Eddie pov, Eddie dies and becomes a ghost who's connected to Steve/haunting him. Slow burn and real mind bendy with the supernatural stuff! Very lovely overall! Wayne moments are TOP TIER in this one (14 chapters: 113,754 words)

Saving All My Love For You by subtlehysteria- Eddie pov, Eddie notices Steve struggles with touch and in trying to help his new friend, develops feelings along the way, oblivious Eddie is wonderful! (one shot: 20,504 words)

Endless Love by subtlehysteria- Steve pov, part 2 of the fic above! Eddie's never had a long time boyfriend and Steve is determined to woo him properly! Very very sweet, lotsa fluff, OBSESSED (7 chapters: 28,864 words)

#steddie #stranger things #steddie fics #steddie fic rec #steddie fic

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 20 (Buddy Daddies)

More Buddy Daddies for today's @whumptober fic. We love Rei angst here

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Prompts Used: Blanket, Found Family, "You will regret touching them" Fandom: Buddy Daddies Character(s): Rei & Kazuki

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Read on Ao3

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"Rei—they're coming in. I don't know how long I can hold them off. I'm going to try to get Miri out of here before—"

Kazuki's frantic voice was cut off by the sound of crashing glass and gunfire. A sudden clatter and distant shouting came over the line as the call continued a few seconds before it cut off abruptly.

The call played over and over in Rei's head as he raced toward the apartment complex. He wouldn't go in the door. They'd expect that. He had a stash of extra guns and ammo in the car. He suited up, and began freeclimbing up to the balcony, peering over the edge to see inside. The glass door was already shattered, likely how the enemy had gotten in. Rei could see beyond to the living room where a group of men in black suits stood, surrounding a panting figure.

One reached down and grabbed a fistful of blond hair, wrenching Kazuki's head back as blood dripped down his face.

"Where is Suwa Rei?" the suit demanded.

"Eat shit," Kazuki gritted out.

A boot was slammed into his side and he cried out before he was thrown back onto the floor.

"Find the girl," one of the suits said. "That might persuade him."

"N-no!" Kazuki cried, pushing himself up, before he was firmly forced down again with several punishing blows that left him groaning.

Rei's face turned steely as he climbed past the balcony toward the window to his room.

He quietly eased it open and slipped inside, listening at the door before opening it to peek out. One man stood at the top of the stairs, gun held at the ready.

"Go on, the girl must be here somewhere," the men below were saying. "She's probably hiding."

"Don't you dare!" Kazuki shouted before he cried out following the dull thud of flesh.

The sound gave Rei an opening to take a suppressed shot to the back of the first man's head. He fell soundlessly before Rei rushed out and dragged him quickly back into his room.

He could hear the men opening doors, searching for Miri. His heart pounded in his chest, closing his eyes as he tried to place the men in the house, calculating how many shots he could take.

"There you are!"

A sudden scream and wail of terror sent ice down Rei's spine and he sprinted to the door, no longer calculating.

He could see Miri being dragged out of the bathroom, kicking and screaming, held firmly by one man.

"Miri!" he shouted, giving himself up as he raised his gun and shot.

The man toppled with a cry and Miri collapsed to the ground, sobbing as Rei barreled toward her, catching her up.

"Rei-Papa," she whimpered, grasping him.

"Miri, listen, Go hide under Kazuki's bed. Don't come out until we call you."

"There he is, Rei's here!"

"Go!" Rei snapped and Miri ran off with a terrified sob as Rei rose and rushed the men coming up the stairs.

Shots were fired. One cut into his thigh, staggering him briefly. Another bullet slammed into his shoulder. But he kept going, taking down two more men before he was tackled, slammed into the railing of the stairs. He latched on with one hand to make sure he didn't go over, getting his legs up and around the man's neck in a chock hold as he shot another suit coming up behind him.

He twisted, snapping the man's neck against his knee and flipped over the railing completely, landing with a controlled roll before firing again, taking out another suit.

"Rei!"

He was tackled from behind at the sound of Kazuki's warning, slammed face-first into the ground as his attacker drove a knee into his injured shoulder.

"Time's up, Rei-kun. Your father wants you back home, and he gave us leave to drag you back if we had to."

Rei bucked, reaching behind him to slam a fist into the man's elbow, before grabbing his ear and yanking him forward. The suit cried out in pain and toppled, releasing Rei who leapt to his feet, grabbing his extra gun and taking that man out too.

That just left three more surrounding Kazuki. One had the blond in an arm lock, gun pointed at his head. Rei stood, panting, pistol leveled at the suits.

"Put the gun down if you don't want to see Kurusu's brains splattered on the ground," the suit said firmly. "If you come quietly, we'll leave the little girl alone."

Rei glowered, making no move to lower his weapon. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because your father thinks you've gone soft, and he requires your presence back with your family." The man eyed him, putting a little more pressure on Kazuki's windpipe as the captive man cringed. "So, what will it be, Rei?"

Rei lowered the gun slightly, exhaling slowly before he stared the men down, eyes full of venom. "You can tell that man who calls himself my father," he growled. "That my family is here. And you…" His voice turned into a growl as he reached behind him, his hand finding the other gun tucked into his waistband. "You will regret touching them!"

Three guns trained on him but Rei barreled forward. Three consecutive shots and weapons clattered, bodies dropped to the floor and Rei stood there panting, before he threw his guns aside, and grabbed a knife, hurrying over to cut Kazuki free.

"Miri," the blonde said frantically, wincing as he pushed himself to his feet, one hand coming up to press against his side with a wince, blood seeping through his fingers.

"She's fine," Rei said quickly, gripping his shoulder.

"Rei—"

"I'm sorry," Rei gasped, trying to fight against the sudden well of unfamiliar emotions. "I'm sorry."

"Rei."

He slumped and Kazuki caught him, both of them staggering, holding onto each other tightly, more support than an embrace, but desperate and relieved all the same.

"Papa!"

Tiny feet pounded down the stairs and Miri raced over, flinging herself at them, arms wrapped around their legs as she sobbed.

Kazuki and Rei both wordlessly sank down pulling Miri into the embrace as they all held each other tightly.

XXX

Several hours later found them in a safehouse Kyu had taken them to while their place was cleaned up. Injuries tended, the small family was silent, still in shock and beyond exhausted.

Kazuki limped to the couch where Rei was sitting with Miri huddled against his side.

The blond grabbed a blanket and Rei startled as it was thrown over him and the little girl, before Kazuki slumped onto the couch, huddling under the blanket himself.

"You good?" Rei asked him finally.

"I'll live," Kazuki murmured. He checked Miri, running a hand briefly through her hair before his face crumpled and he pressed a bandaged hand against his eyes. "God, Rei…back there I was terrified. I didn't know what was going to happen. To Miri…" He took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault they came after you."

"No," Kazuki said firmly. "It's your damned father who's to blame for this."

Rei felt revulsion run through him. "He's not my father," he snapped and Kazuki looked up in surprise. Rei looked down at Miri, could feel her tiny hand where it had latched tightly to his fingers. "I never knew any different before, but…I guess seeing what it was like to be a father, I realized just how shitty mine was. I'm not…I don't want to be part of that life anymore."

Kazuki watched him with an unreadable look. "Back there, you said we were your family. You meant it." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

Rei looked away, uncomfortable. "You're more family than I've ever had," he said honestly.

Kazuki sniffled and grinned, reaching out to ruffle Rei's hair. "Aww, Rei-kun!"

"Stop," Rei muttered. "Or I'll reconsider."

Kazuki sighed, slumping further onto the couch, cuddling up to Miri and letting his forehead fall onto Rei's good shoulder. "For what's it's worth, Rei, I'm happy to consider the three of us family. I think we do a much better job of it."

Rei rested his cheek wearily on top of Kazuki's head and allowed his eyes to slide shut finally. "We do," he murmured.

Miri made a contented sound in her sleep and soon the small safehouse was filled with the quiet snores of the unusual little family that had found a home in each other.

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[ofmonstersandlovers]

hi bestie✨

So like let's say reader is like, some sort of royalty and they're spending most of their time in an isolated, tall castle. They then go to their garden and read books and admire flowers and stuff etc. Mr vampire happens to be roaming around the said area. he sees the reader and just admires them from a far; he cant rlly approach them bc hes scared that reader will be like afraid of him. So he spends his night like just look after reader and just admiring them from far. He goes to reader's castle at night and kinda just makes sure theyre ok and stuff. He also wards off evil spirits/ beings that are trying to get w the reader.

SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG AAA🧑🏻‍🦲 ty!!💗

THIS IS SO ADORABLE DO NOT APOLOGIZE OMG.

Notes: Fluff, sorta one-sided infactuaion, sfw

Pairings: Vampire x Reader

It was another night of fog and biting winds. The moon only a waning cresent in the sky amongst the grey clouds and scattered stars. It wasn't completely spring yet despite the bloom of color that decorated the garden. Still needing heavier clothing to be able to even roam the castle despite the shine of the sun during the day.

Despite the chill it was a beautiful night, one that was rare for you to enjoy. Usually you're isolated in this tall stone cage, doing what you can to entertain yourself in the echos of emptiness the halls whispered back to you. It was your family's idea, really. Despite being of royal blood, a long lineage of royalty at that, your parents saw it best that you have your own estate far from the kingdom. Far enough to not have an influence on the true "heir" of what was once your home.

It was only an excuse.

You knew that, they knew that you saw the subtle meaning of their words. And yet, here you were.

The estate at first was in ruins with over grown weeds and layers of dust thick enough to fully pick up. Rodents being the residents of this home for who knows how long along with the cobwebs and insects. Mother nature taking over the castle. It was horrible, hideous.

However, you were determine to make it your home. Make it something of your own your parents never allowed before. Something that will be truly yours.

Cleaning was a torturous experience that you would not wish on your worse enemy. You've only gotten a good portion of the castle but it looked tremendously better than before. Livable, even. With inportated goods making your part of the castle more cozy. A home.

Though, despite the efforts, it was still lonely.

No servants, no family or friends that visit, just you. And the occasional pest that your released back into the garden. Even then, it's just been you for awhile. It's caused a small hole in your chest, a feeling of missing a piece of you the more time you've spent isolated.

You try your best to ignore that feeling.

At the moment, you were in the garden tonight with a lantern as your light. You sat in the gazebo covered in vines as you drunk in the thrilling story in your hands.

And because of that, you didn't notice him.

Further in the woods near the garden, was a man who roams the nights. A vampire. He first saw you when your were tending to your garden despite the hour, humming a tavern tune to yourself as he watched. He was surprised that someone found a home at this abandoned castle, even more so that there was only one person living there doing the work themselves.

He watched in intrigue as you tended to the flowers, cooing at the ones that bloomed beautifully and encouraging those that have yet to sprout. It as an endearing sight.

After a bit of watching, he went on his way. Not thinking that you would plague his mind until he had to see you once more.

When he felt the need, the desire, to see you again, he was shocked. Gone was the cheerful demeanor of yours as you sat in the gazebo and cried. Sobs wracking your body as an open letter sat at your feet. The paper seeming to have been crumpled and stomped on it. The dirt coloring the parchment as your refuse to even look at it. He felt something break inside of him at the sight of your tears, he wondered what made you filled with such anguish.

After a moment, watching you cry until you picked up the parchment and treaded back into the catsle, he found himself visiting more and more. And he noticed the lack of anyone visiting you, the lack of a support system that he believes you so desperately deserve. He found his days filled with watching over you in the garden to breaking into the castle to keep a clearer eye on you. It wasn't a hard feat, and he did feel some shame at his act, however, he did not regret it for long.

A cryptic, one that changed its flesh, was hunting you. Watching you as you trotted about none the wiser. If it wasn't for the protective rage that filled him that thing would've killed you. It made him realize that it was best that he watched over you closer. Especially so nothing can come to harm you.

He watches as you turn the page of your book with a gasp, smiling to himself at how engrossed in the story you were. What sort of story was it, he wanted to ask. What other expression can you make, he wondered. He wanted to get to know more of you, to see those eyes look at him with the same interest that you looked at those books.

To have you encourage and coo at him as you do the flowers.

To hold those hardworking hands of yours and whisper sweet calming encouragements when anguish colored your eyes.

He wants to just, talk to you.

But he can't.

Not if he wants to scare you away from him. He knows what he is, knows how people feel about his kind. And before it only amused him,. However, if he were to scare you? The thought made him nausea.

So he watches, hoping that one day you could see him, that he could be something to look forward to like he looks forward to seeing you.

But for now, he watches over you. Waiting to fill that empty spot next to you.

#monster lover #writers on tumblr #monster fudger #vampire boyfriend #vampire lover #vampire lover headcanons #vampire x reader #vampire x you

[envyadams-vs-me]

King Steve being mocked by his friends and enemies with the song 'You're So Vain' by Carly Simon.

-

It starts when Tommy off-handedly scoffs and says, "You're so vain, dude." As Steve stands beside him fixing his hair in his car window.

This makes Carol laugh as she starts singing the opening verse of the song, by the time she gets to the chorus Tommy has joined in and Steve is laughing his ass off.

It's funny.

Or it starts that way at least.

Pretty soon it spirals out of hand and it's the worst thing anybody can say about Steve. If he even hears the opening line 'Son of a gun,' nausea turns his stomach and he has to leave.

Then he has Nancy, and she finds it endearing when he stops to fix a hair that's fallen out of place. She even stops of help him and laughs when he playfully slaps her hands away, muttering and exasperated "I got it."

Then Barb dies and he's bullshit. He's somehow worse than just a vain popular jock. He's not even real. His whole being is bullshit. It's not a fun realization.

But as he loses his friends and meets his platonic soulmate while working at an ice cream shop, he clings to his vanity. If he can't be anything else, he'll be pretty. It's the one thing he knows how to be.

He's fine being the pretty one. Even refers to himself as 'the hot babysitter', much to the kid's dismay. Of course the song comes back to haunt him when one of the kids hears it and says, "It made me think of you."

Steve finds that he's okay with that now. It doesn't bother him as much when the kids and older teens relate the song to him because it's not malicious. They hear the song and smile because they think of their friend. That makes Steve's heart warm and fuzzy, his affection only grows for his lil found family.

Then he gets Vecna'd.

His trapped in his own head, haunting memories of his parents abuse and abandonment. His 'friends' forcing him to do things that now make him want to hurl. Him watching others get beat up and bullied and doing nothing about it.

He's near passing out with how rapid his breathing gets, then he's in his empty house. Standing in his living room, alone.

A record player, perched on his coffee table, comes to life and he feels dread wah over him. He's ready to throw up, to cry, to beg for this all to stop, when he hears a familiar whisper.

"Son of a gun..."

He reels back as if he's been hit and he can feel the presence of Vecna still haunting him, but he's no longer scared.

As he listens to the song he realizes he's singing along, tapping his foot and thinking of his friends. His family. He can hear their voices.

He can hear their footsteps as they crash into his house and there's a pause before Steve's inviting them in to come sing with him. It's no longer a nightmare, not with his friends.

Soon they're all screaming the song and laughing as they stumble over each other. It fills Steve up with the warmth of the sun and he's never felt more safe or happy listening to a song that used to haunt him.

-

He wakes up in a hospital bed to the soft sound of a guitar and tired mumbling. He's tapping his fingers to it, when he realizes he's not alone.

Dustin's at his side snoring, head lulled on the side of his bed. Mike, Lucas, and Max all stuffed onto a small loveseat. And Robin, leaning up against Eddie. Eddie, the source of the soft guitar yawns and stops his playing to drags his hands down his face.

"Don't stop now, you're at the best part." Steve's voice is incredibly hoarse, like he hasn't spoken for days, and his whole body hurts but he's smiling. He's happy to see his family.

The somber mood doesn't last long, as Eddie's screaming wakes everyone up. Lucas runs to get Nancy, El, and the adults who were anxiously waiting outside the room.

Steve's bombarded with hugs and sobs all around him and he's never felt more loved, nor more appreciative of his vanity.

-

#don't ask me what this is cause idk #i just know that this song is a good one and i want it related to my fav characters #plus i think it would be funny if the party's just screaming this at vecna #steve harrington is loved and appreciated #steve harrington #the party #light steddie #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #max mayfield is alive #eddie munson is alive #el hopper #eleven #dustin henderson #stranger things ficlet #stranger things hc #stranger things s4 #stranger things vecna #stranger things steve ficlet

[celxt4rrz]

why can i take it when he can't?

yuu is finally going back to their world, leaving everyone behind. everyone will miss you, but grim will miss you more.

grim is tougher than i am

"henchmen..." grim said as yuu stepped forward infront of the dark mirror.

apparently, crowley finally found a way for yuu to get back to their world. it was a sudden announcement for everyone, but yuu was happy that they're finally going home. it's been awhile when they meet their family and friends.

why can i take it when grim can't?

"i am finally going home! but..twisted wonderland is also a home for me.." yuu whispered the last sentence. they made a lot of friends, memories, heck even enemies.

memories reply on yuu's mind and couldn't help but smile. "i have embraced many beautiful memories in my life, but the one i admire the most was when i met everyone." yuu said.

then i knew,

muffled sobs can be heard, yuu knew that everyone is crying, some of them tried not to.

"are you really going...?" grim shakily asked. out of all people in NRC, he is very close to yuu. very closed that yuu knows what will he do for the time being.

yuu was the only thing grim loved

as yuu nodded, indicating that you're really going home, grim cried his heart out and kept clinging to yuu, giving them one last hug before they parted ways.

"hench..*hic*man..." grim cried and cried as yuu waited him to calm down.

"no matter what, you guys have a place in my heart and for you grim... you'll always be the great grim to me."

"and you'll be my no.1 henchmen! don't you dare forgot that title nor me!" grim confidently said it. yuu let out a chuckle and nodded. "that's true, i am your no.1 henchmen." yuu smiled and picked up grim and kisses him in the forehead.

yuu putted back grim down and looks at everyone once again.

"goodbye everyone. goodbye twisted wonderland."

and now yuu was gone.

#twisted wonderland #twst imagines #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst grim #twst yuu

[quirkle2]

WAIT WAIT if wars is exiled from his own home ,,,, the amount of dread. he would feel when LU is over and the found family is unfounded my god . like yes, he still wouldn't regret it bc it happened over him standing up for ledge, but that opens up the problem of homelessness and not to mention the spiral he'd probably go down from losing the family he's grown so used to having by his side. from how you've said it, im guessing he really has nobody to lean back on in his own time. i can see him digging his own way out and still finding a way to live happily but the way you've set it up makes at least the first few months for wars post-LU hurt and i am here for it <33

WIGGLES WIGGLES RUNS AROUND IN CIRCLES i actually have . an lu ending established in my head. i wont ramble abt it here cuz i don't wanna stray from ur ask but could y'all possibly indulge me sometime and let me ramble abt the Literal Best Case Scenario that will indeed give wars a very happy ending . it's my beloved ranch au and i cherish it deeply looks at u all like a pathetic little wet dog that's begging for scraps

BUT IF UR HERE FOR HURT,,,, i think i have some. in my head this is sort of a What If scenario—horrible-no-good-terrible-worst-case scenario—cuz i'm a little bitch boy who can't handle unfounded family and ill sob for three days straight if it ever happens for real but i can destroy him in hypothetical scenarios . for the funsies

(warning for unfounding the found family . and also additional stuff in the tags)

he Would be homeless and honestly he'd be damn hard-pressed to find any inn or business who would allow him service. imagine: he's just said goodbye to the chain and he's an absolute wreck—emotionally exhausted and Yeah rly fuckin hopeless, and he trudges to the nearest town he can find and discovers that 1) everybody he sees looks at him w malice, and 2) all of the business owners in town Refuse service to him

he discovers that somehow, at some point, false word had gotten out that their hero "abandoned" them. the stories r all different, and wars has no idea how they originated—some of them claim he simply quit and left, some say he Attacked The Queen and went rogue, some call him a traitor and accuse him of working with and fleeing to other countries, and some think he's Dead

and that . is a fucking slap to the face. he's been training 24/7 since he was 9 years old, put up w the abuse and neglect from his shitty father all the while, risked his life every day when promoted to captain to defend this kingdom from enemies and traitors alike, and when his people abandon him, they accuse him of treason and say he left his home to rot.

he walks through the streets of this town and most families are ushering their children into houses bc they heard the one-man army hero has gone mad. some of the more hostile, up-front people take him head on, spout death threats at him, swipe at him w blades and torches. he can't escape into a building bc no owner will let him in. he Has to flee

and u can imagine how the rest of his days go. search for a town, get chased out, camp in the woods and survive on scraps and dirty river water until he can find another town that prolly Won't sell him anything. he's fucked. he's truly and royally Fucked.

occasionally, he's saved by a town or two that leans toward the other side of things and some people don't believe the stories. some people think he was wronged, some believe he was Murdered, some think he simply fuckin retired, it varies. they're usually nicer to him, sometimes indifferent. the kinder people take him in, give him clean clothes and a warm meal and let him stay at the inn at a discount and sometimes even for free, if he looks particularly ragged or starved (he . is indeed lookin a little thin). he makes sure to thank them plenty

one time, he's invited into a nice family's house and they cook a hearty meal for him, offer a guest bed to rest in. and then they try to kill him in his sleep.

he doesn't take any handouts after that.

it takes a while—and i mean a while—to find somebody who's willing to let him rent a property or stay at an inn for an extended period of time. most people r wary of him, and since they've all heard the stories of how unstoppable he is, to regular old people he now seems like a monster. eventually though, he does find a place and folk who don't think he's all bad that'll let him stay if he pays well. he has plenty of money—he just hasn't been Allowed to spend any of it

that whole other ask ? the whole Point of the scarf deal, and what it symbolizes ? it's . kinda shredded into pieces in this scenario. yes, he did get better from his time in the war and Yes, the scarf still represents him finally finding a family to love and happiness to be had, but . now that's gone. his family is Gone. literally all that he has left is his mother's scarf, and even what it represents feels,,,,,,,,, soiled

he can't even visit his mother's grave. the cemetery is in castle town. he's been robbed of Literally Everything

.,, yeah ok that's all im so sorry GVIEAGYV hate to cut it short but this is too sad for me and like I said I'm a goddamn little bitch boy and if he doesn't get happiness RIGHT NOW !!!!!!!!!! I'LL DIE!!!!

i like to think he'd get better. but honestly ? that's . so much on him. all that on Such a sensitive and sweet person is a lot. i feel like he'd be miserably unhappy and hopeless for . a long time

#BUT GOOD THING THAT'S JUST A WHAT IF SCENARIO :DDDDD [my face is covered in tears] #when u think about it artemis and impa in this case Ruined His Life . [lets out the most stressed sigh you've ever heard] #once again have no idea how to tag this #tw homelessness #homelessness #tw starvation #starvation #<- he learned a Little from the others about hunting and foraging for food #it's enough to survive . but he's not getting a whole lot out of it #he's a city boy . he did not grow up having to hunt and he'd never even seen a goddamn deer before he became captain #even though the opportunity for angst is So goddamn high this is not a canon thing for like . my version of lu i guess #i need wars to be happy . #picture an image of maslow's hierarchy of needs next to me and the entire basic needs section is simply warriors being happy #torturing him is fun tho . he gets to suffer a little sometimes. as a treat #qktalks #soul-of-rei

[crescentblossom66]

Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 10

TW: Blood

The picture wouldn't leave his mind, it flashed in front of his inner eye every time he closed his eyes. Why?...Why did this happen? He knew the dangers that the life of crime entailed, but nobody deserved to die like he did. He closed the door to his living quarters with a loud thud.

“Could you maybe not slam the door shut like a lunatic! The little owlets are asleep!” The annoyed voice of his wife echoed through the whole flat, she was already in a bad mood it seemed...That would make it easier to do what he had to do.

“Shut up! I'm tired from work! The wee blighters won't wake jus' because I closed a door too hard!” He knew that they'd wake up, they were quite easy to tear out of their peaceful slumber, he was well aware. This was hard, so unbelievably hard to do, but it was the right thing to do.

“Well, if the door didn't do the job then your incessant screaming will!” She glared at him the moment he entered the living room, her feathers were raised in anger, and her posture made it clear that she was repulsed by his behavior. She looked lovely even like this, and he found it hard to remain angry, he wanted to apologize to her for neglecting her and the kids, he wanted to hold her and caress her cheek. He would have done just that had he not realized something a few days ago, when he was thought a horrible lesson: No one was safe from the enemy.

It was that day that he learned first hand just how gruesome and cruel his work really was. His father had been negotiating with a rival gang for a couple of months, and now the leader of the other gang had agreed to meet on neutral territory, he, of course, had accompanied him to said meeting...only to realize that they were surrounded as the rival gang members ambushed them. They had lost quite a lot of people, he would have been among them, if his old man hadn't thrown himself into the fray to distract them. His father had looked at him with an expression of defeat and anguish, one that he had never seen from the old bird, before he charged at his attackers, his last words still echoed in his mind “They're yers now, lad, lead 'em well.”

How he wished that his agonized screams of pain would leave his mind alone, how he wished he hadn't turned around to see him getting stabbed down by five blades that dug deeper and deeper into the older birds flesh as his assailants ended his life slow and painfully. The images and sounds wouldn't leave him, they still hadn't left him. It made something very clear for him though, he needed to keep his family safe, and the only way to do so was...with them not being around him.

The yellow bird could hear that his kids had woken up in the room next to theirs, and he could see that tears were starting to roll down her cheeks, staining her feathers. His heart hurt seeing her like that, but he needed to stay strong. It didn't matter if they all hate him as long as they were out of harm's way. It didn't matter if he was the villain in their life, as long as they lived a happy life away from the terrors of the metro.

“Look what you have done, Con. Why are you so selfish and horrible?! Don't you care about the kids at all?!” This was the perfect opportunity, but the words he had to say there so terrible, so absolutely horrendous, and so unbelievably cruel, and contradictory to his real feelings..yet he forced them out as convincingly as he could while it felt like he took a dagger to the heart.

“I never wanted 'em in the first place! Couldn't care less 'bout those useless, crying peck necks!” The room fell silent, the female owl started to tremble and sob, as she opened the door to the room the kids were in. This was killing him, he felt like he was killing all the joy in his life, like he was destroying everything he lived for, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't...not now.

“Y-You're a terrible sadistic scumbag, how could I marry someone like you!? I should have seen just what a terrible person you are!” She came back, holding his son and his two daughters in her wings, all four of them crying as she grabbed her bag and tore open and exited their apartment, “I hope you're happy with your miserable existence, go to hell and rot, asshole!” With that she slammed the door shut and the crushing silence was back. He could hear her angrily stomping down the stairs until even that was replaced by nothing but silence.

“I will, me love, I will.”

-

His nightmare stopped as something dripped on his face. The Conductor wiped water drops from his face and sat up with a groan, banishing the nightmare out of his mind. It had been so many years...so many, yet that terrible day never truly left his mind. When he looked around he found that the real world was just as much of a nightmare as the dream that had tormented him, it just went from mentally pain to physical pain He found that the cause for the concentrated pain in his back was a sharp, rusty nail, it had broken through frame of the bed, and almost poked through his thin mattress. It would have stabbed him in the back, but thankfully stopped just before it reached the surface, that didn't really make the pain in his back better whatsoever.

He looked around his small cell in the death ward. The death ward was for those who were either sentenced to death or for those simply to deemed to dangerous to be with other inmates, he was currently in the latter category, at least until he would be properly judged for all his crimes...which meant he was already in the right place. His list of crimes was a long one.

As he sat there in his dingy, small cell, he wondered how Hattie was doing, he prayed that she was alright, that nothing bad had happened to her. The owl was technically almost in pitch black darkness, where he was were no windows, no light to cling to, no escape form the darkness. No hope, only despair... But he wouldn't be the leader of the Leowles if he let all of this crush him.

From a few cells away he could hear quiet whispering, if he concentrated enough and moved close enough to the bars on cell to tune his ear-like feathers to the sound, he could just about make out what they were saying.

“Did ya here the news?”

“Do you mean the gang wars in the metro or the reestablishment of Calcite City?”

“The re-what? No, I meant how the Penguiads got bombed and then got chased out of the entertainment district.” That was like music to his ears, a wicked, smug grin spread on the yellow owl's face.

“Oh that yeah, the Nyakuza rule the whole metro now, considering what happened to the Leowles.”

The grin vanished in an instant and his worry spread in him like a disease, as they mentioned his gang.

“Heard that their leader is stuck 'ere now, they say he's puny-looking old owl thing. No wonder they got destroyed if that's true.” The yellow bird growled and would have liked to yell at them to peck off and that at least he MANAGED to lead a gang while they were useless goons that got captured, and that no one would even want to save. He forced himself to swallow those words though, he needed to know what happened to Hattie.

“Quite a few of the Leowles died, I heard, but rumor has it that some escaped. Doesn't matter though, we're not gonna get out anytime soon...do you know what's for lunch today?”

He hoped that Hattie was one of those that survived, She was a smart girl, surely she had escaped the Nyakuza's clutches. He should have known that the Empress wouldn't waste a second and seize the chance to get rid of both them, and the Penguiads, and after he was the one who did all the work, the Empress would get all the territory...He should have crushed them while he still had the chance, but those penguins had blinded him to the threat she posed.

The owl slammed his fist into the concrete wall of his cell, he stared to the ground below, not even recoiling from the pain. He had really failed now, hadn't he? “PECK!”

“Someone really has some colorful language-” He rose his head as he heard something hitting the bars next to him. The object got pulled back as he looked up, the sight of it would have made him smile, if that wouldn't make it too clear that it was no normal cane. Hattie came through for him! “-got this old piece of junk form the post this morning, was addressed to you. Hope you don't mind if I keep it, not that you can do anything against it anyway.”

From the way he spoke it was clear that the prison guard had no idea what he had in his hands.

“You might wanna get rid of that thing, laddie. It will bring ye nothin' but trouble.” He said as he stared into the eyes of the guard, who only scoffed...he played right into his hand.

“No, I think I'm gonna keep it. Seems more like a lucky charm to me, who would even send something like that to a high security prison, it's almost like the sender didn't know that it would be confiscated immediately.” Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't all that mattered was that he needed to get his cane, it was his ticket to freedom.

He needed to escape, not only would he most likely die if he couldn't find a way out, but he had to help Hattie! He had to help his only...family. He really was awful, wasn't he? He put so much pressure on her, he had wanted her to take over the gang, that was his intention when he adopted her.

The yellow owl slumped onto his mattress, resting his head in his hands with his elbows on his knees. She had been so tiny, he remembered that day like it was yesterday. He had just returned form a his regular check up with his businesses, when he heard the sound of crying from an alley next to the station. He had slowly gone to check what it was with his knife drawn, he couldn't take the chance of somebody ambushing him. The moment he had laid eyes on the tiny baby, rage had overcome him. Who in their right mind would leave a defenseless, vulnerable child just out in the streets?! He wished he would have found that peck neck! He would have given that guy more holes than a swiz cheese!

He smiled when he recalled the little drawings she had given him when she was younger. How attentively she listened whenever he explained something. Why did he do this to her? Hattie didn't deserve all that pain she now had to go through.

“I'll fix it, lassie, just hold on a bit longer.” He whispered to no one as he thought of a plan.

-

It was at lunchtime when he had the opportunity to put his risky plan into action. The yellow owl noticed the prison warden that had his cane, the moment he entered the big cafeteria. On the way he paid close attention to the locked storage room, he needed to find his coat if he didn't want to die a horrible death.

He grabbed his plate of food and went to the table where a muscly, tall eagle peacefully enjoyed the slob that they called food. From the intel he could gather in the short amount of time he had spent captive, he actually had a very short temper and the small prison gang he associated with never shirked away from a fight. A feigned trip and spilled hot carrot soup later, the eagle gave him a death glare...So far so good.

“Ain't ya gonna apologize or do I have to force it out of ya?” the low, ominous voice of the eagle caused those around him to pay attention to him. The Leowle leader needed this guy angry, but given his innate talent of pissing the people around him off, that really shouldn't pose a problem.

The Conductor dropped the plate and only shrugged nonchalantly. “Honestly, lad, I think I ain't got nothin' to apologize fer. I tried ta fix that ugly mug of yers, but it turns out that it just cannae be fixed.” The eagle rose to his full height, easily towering over the yellow owl. A moment later he got what he wanted when the eagle threw a punch at him that he easily evaded. What followed was the whole gang now attacking him. He had narrowly dodged a kick from the flamingo that decided to help his leader, and a moment later a fork whizzed by him, just about missing his wing.

“No wonder all ye scumbags are stuck in here! I'm just surprised this buildin' hasn't collapsed yet with stupidity filling every crevice of it!” He taunted the onlookers, some of which now also charged at him. As he nimbly dodged punches, kicks, and flying cutlery, he noticed the guard with his cane finally approach the scene. That small moment of inattentiveness resulted in him getting hit in the stomach by a kick, which made him grit his beak. Just a bit more, he needed to avoid the hits. He used one of the inmates as a meat-shield, baiting an attack from the huge eagle which easily floored the poor dove that got knocked out cold.

“Cease this nonsense at once! Calm down!” The guards made their way toward them, restraining rioting prisoners. Most of the inmates' attention was drawn away from him, as they now attacked each other after one inmate hurt the other as the riot went on. The guard he was targeting locked eyes with him and smirked.

“You! If I take you out, I'm sure that I'll finally be promoted!” The Conductor once again made sure that the eagle's fury was aimed at him, as he laughed at his failed attempts to hurt him. As the guard drew closer, the Conductor jumped over a table as the eagle prepared to slam one of the wooden chairs on his head, instead of him, the object collided with the cranium of the guard that only paid attention to the movements of the yellow bird.

“Check mate!” He grabbed the cane from the unconscious prison guard and put on of his claws into the thin slit in the middle of the handle, pulling the little switch inside which released a trigger in the fancy carving of the handle.

“What the hell!” That was all the tall eagle could say as a bullet hit him right between the eyes, the stopper of the cane still smoking, the prisoners around suddenly grew pale after realizing that they were looking down the barrel of a rifle. The owl used the following confusion to grab the key chain the guard had on his belt before he started to run toward the storage room. As he reached said room, the loud alarm started blaring, which made him curse under his breath as he fumbled with the keys. He stayed as calm as he could concentrating on his task, which got progressively harder the louder the footsteps of alarmed security guards became. He breathed a huge sigh of relief once the door finally unlocked, a moment later and he would have been a twitching heap on the floor after the stun guns they carried shocked him. It didn't take him long to find his coat. It was insulated quite nicely, it made it heavy, but that was what he needed the most now.

The prison was known to be the best at holding bird prisoners captive, that had one simple reason...a barrier of lasers at the top made sure that the winged inmates wouldn't even consider the idea of flying to escape. Today he'd try the impossible. The Conductor knew that it would be painful, he knew that even with his coat the lasers would still harm him...maybe even kill him, but it was do or die, and peck he wouldn't just give up and die!

Before he exited, he checked the corridors for more people and found that most of them had run to the cafeteria to stop the riot and to find him in the huge crowd, if he hurried they wouldn't find him in time. He ran toward the courtyard and had to waste another two shots at the guards near the entrance, the latter of the two wardens even managed to scrape his face with his shot, but the owl only wiped the away the blood and ran.

Now came the hardest part, he tied the sleeves of his coat together around his chest where he also positioned his cane. The owl made sure that his head was covered by its thick material before he started to fly. He absolutely hated flying, a strange thing considering all birds regularly liked to do it, but he found it rather cumbersome.

He made his way all the way to the dome-like top, just about where the lasers combined, and aimed just above the fence. The velocity from the drop was his safest bet to get through the lasers with the fewest injuries. The owl took one last glance at the buzzing, red streaks of energy that separated him from the outside world before he took a deep breath and dove down.

This was gonna hurt like absolute peck!

And by hell did it hurt! He screamed as the hot lasers made contact with his body and burned through his thin prison clothes, the lasers singed his feathers and burned his skin, his eyes turned blurry as the pain turned to almost unbearable.

Yet he made it through...he thanked everything that was holy that he somehow managed to land in a bush, which cushioned his fall. He just laid there for a few minutes, his whole body aching so bad he felt like he was dying. He yelped when he stepped out onto the ground, and pain shot through his whole body, which made his feathers stand on end. He needed to get to the train station that was all that mattered. He dragged his broken body to the station with all his willpower and was surprised that it was unattended. The guards that normally patrolled the area around there probably were called back to help search for him.

The yellow owl started the train with his mind starting to turn fuzzy, using his last remaining energy, the owl switched in the autopilot before he collapsed right after with the train now well on its way back to the metro.

#ahit fanfic #dead bird metro au #ahit hat kid #ahit bow kid #ahit conductor #ahit dj grooves #inspired by the au from #the confuktor

[onze-the-chosen-one-of-vecna]

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Onze, The Chosen One of Vecna: [11]

Onze has lived a poor, miserable life.

At the age of 6, she lost her mother and father to bandits breaking into their home to steal the little amount of gold they had gained from selling vegetables. When the townsfolk came by to buy their daily crops, they found a thin and pale girl sobbing in front of the corpses of her parents. For a while, she was begging for loaves of bread or fish heads to eat for supper, but it was never enough to fill her empty stomach, constantly hungry for a bigger meal. The bugs and worms on the ground never satisfied her, and rodents always made her ill with diarrhea and vomit.

One day, near the brink of starvation, a necromancer who was a servant of Vecna, the Undying King, passed through the town and spotted the pale, famished child. Piting the poor thing, he picked her up, and took her to a cult where he was worshiping the Whispered One. She was nursed back to health, barely avoiding death.

They taught Onze everything she needed to know about Vecna, and spoke of the Eye and Hand. For five years, the young girl studied the lore about her patron, and decided to become his servant.

During the ritual, Onze had her back tattooed with the symbol of Vecna and ritualistic runes, and was forced to shave her scalp clean of her black hair and applied with acid to keep her hair from growing back. As she stepped up to an alter of the Godly Lich, with no one but herself, Vecna spoke to her from The Citadel. He stated that, since her birth, Onze was his chosen champion, that he sensed the potential within her soul. The anguish she suffered throughout her childhood would not be in vain. Vecna granted her his Hand and Eye.

In response to his kind gesture, Onze used a bone of a dragon and fused it with the Hand of Vecna to create a semi-sentient warlock staff that Vecna could control, and placed the Eye of Vecna into an enchanted glass container to create an amulet that Vecna could see through.

With these items combined, Onze fused her soul to them, binding her being to not only the staff and amulet, but to Vecna himself, placing her soul at his mercy.

Pleased by this, the Lich God granted her extraordinary powers that she could use to the best of her ability, but she must remain loyal to her patron. He also gave her a Pact of Time to use the spells within for her benefit.

And so begins her lifelong journey to free Vecna from his prison...

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Onze is 4"11 ft. tall, and weighs around 100 pounds. She wears a dark purple dress that is ripped and tattered at the bottom, and on top of it an equally ruined black cloak. Black boots cover her feet, but they're not enough to warm her.

She suffers from high metabolism, constantly needing to feed herself. Onze will beg for food if she doesn't have enough money or an item worthy to trade with.

The girl is naive and innocent, despite the horrible events that she witnessed in her life, as if something or someone is preventing her from going insane...

Despite the whispers that Vecna says into her ear, Onze can't bring herself to steal or murder. Even a white lie will send her crying for forgiveness.

She sees Vecna as a father figure, and views the rest of the cult as her twisted family. Unsurprisingly, the child has no close enemies.

#ocs #dungeons & dragons #dnd #dnd classes #dnd races #dnd stuff #vecna god of secrets d&d #vecna rp #vecna x reader #I can't believe i made him into a dilf #oh muh gawd

[witchygirl99]

What is Trope City Fuckery 👀👀

Aw, thank you both @mrfeenysmustache and @sereia1313 for asking about this one! (Editing in to also thank @fandomobsessions016!!)

First, to confirm, this is not the title lol. This is my brain, struggling to find meaning in what is little more than a dumpster fire of my favourite tropes.

A KagKik story, featuring (in alphabetical order):

Accidental baby acquisition

And they were roommates

Enemies-to-lovers (more like rivals?)

Fake relationship

Found family

Kid fic

Magic AU

Mutual pining

Sharing a bed

University AU (as in they're basically at Hogwarts, but a modern one, in a city, for fun!)

Sneak peek under the cut ✨

Kagome opens the door.

"Uh, Kikyo?"

There's no immediate response, which means Kikyo's rolling her eyes and choosing to be difficult.

"Naaa," the toddler in the carseat pants out, face squished in growing displeasure. She struggles, tiny feet kicking out as if she can escape with just the right amount of effort.

Kagome blinks. Stares. Blinks again. "Kikyo! You're not a babysitter, right?"

"What?" comes the sharp reply. There's rustling, Kikyo finally getting out of her bed. "No, what kind of question is that? Why are you-- Oh."

A pause. Even the hallway is deathly silent, as if holding its breath. Surely some student or other is skipping class right now. Surely someone will come up and break this terrible, weird prank that's been cast upon them.

It's a prank, right? This tiny toddler that's staring up at them with big brown eyes and a gap-toothed expression of confusion is...a prank.

"Who is that?" Kikyo asks, and for once, Kagome isn't grated by the overly even tone. In fact, it's almost calming.

"I don't know."

The two of them stare, blank, as the tiny toddler seems to decide that her moment of confusion is over. She no longer cares for them, going back to her never-ending struggle of escaping the carseat. When three seconds go by, and she doesn't get her way, she sobs.

"Oh no," Kagome breathes out. "Oh no, oh no. It's okay! Don't cry, come on, I'll free you. Okay? I'll free you."

"You don't even know whose child that is," Kikyo hisses, doing nothing while Kagome tries (and mostly fails) to unbuckle the squirming toddler. "You can't pick up some random person's baby."

"Or, what? Let her scream? You know that someone clearly knocked on our door before placing her here," Kagome retorts. "I bet it was Tsubaki. This has to be some kind of--"

Only it's not. It's not, because Kagome has the small child in her arms now, and what's remaining in the carseat is a mildly-crumpled note, pressed against the back.

JUST FOR A FEW DAYS, KIKYO

-N

And for the first time ever, Kagome hears Kikyo swear.

"That motherfucker."

#witchy answers #kagkik