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desparaic · 1 month

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Imagine Rengoku's son traveling to the past

Rengoku X Fem! Reader

I’m sorry, I never really do this kinda stuff before, but this has just been rotting my mind

read part 2 here

So, imagine Rengoku's teenage son traveling to the past when trying to fight a demon.

He is confused by the fact the demon just used his BDA and ran away just like that. He looks around and even checks himself, nothing.

Tf this demon do?????

Sun is almost up. Weird. He swears it just set only a few hours ago.

He tries to chase after the demon but with the thick trees, it’s hard to see where he went.

Defeated, he decides to go back to the corps headquarters, maybe visit the estate and go see his mother again

Imagine his surprise when he finds that things are a bit different than the last time he left the hq

I’m sorry what do you mean the current oyakata is Kagaya??? Isn’t that Kiriya-sama’s late father????

wait is that Uzui-san????? He has both of his eyes???? And he’s back being a slayer now?????

And why does everyone look at him weird????? Wait, where are his friends????

He has to take a double take when he sees the news post near the garden and realizes the year of the news is set in 19XX, more than 15 years back into the past.

He swears it’s a prank

it isn’t lol

After a liiiitttlee panic attack and existential crisis, he realizes he’s in the past

Down side, he doesn’t know how to get back and what this means

Upside, he can see his mom in action as a hashira!

She retired when he was born, so he didn’t get to see her in action aside from training sessions.

Excited (as if he wasn’t just panicking about this lmao), he rushes all over the place to find his mother

people be staring at him

who is this carbon copy of the flame hashira and why is he running

Eventually finds her just about to take off for a mission

“MOTHERRRRRR!”

I’m sorry huh?

You look at the kid surprised. Not only is he look exactly like your husband, this kid just called you mom.

I’m?????? Did Kyojuro have a secret love child???? or a relative he never told you about?????

Your future son is just so hyped seeing you in your uniform the first time he almost forgot to explain himself LMAO

When he quickly introduces as your son you’re just there like 🧍‍♀️

This kid needs to find a physician quick

Well, turns out he isn’t lying, especially after telling you an intimate detail that only a few people know.

You’re flustered, surprised, bewildered, but most importantly…

You’re excited to see him! You and Rengoku have always talked about having a family, so you’re so glad you both eventually do!!!

Immediate bond. Get along super well. Almost like y’all are related dang who would’ve thought

You excitedly say, “Oh, I can’t wait for Kyojuro to meet you! I bet He’s excited to see his son from the future! You look just like him!”

his genes do be strong

but as soon as you say that, your son’s smile fades.

Your motherly instincts tell you something is wrong.

“Is everything okay?”

You didn’t miss the way he furrows his eyebrows and lift the corner of his lip in annoyance, even if it was just a split second.

He only smiles (though your mama bear instinct is like “no, no, this kid definitely hidin’ smn), “no, nothing’s wrong.”

”Oh! Can you show me your breathing technique, Mother? You never get to show me your breathing style!”

Huh. Weird.

Okay gonna write a part 2 because this way too long brother

UPDATE: aight here it is part 2

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thisismeracing · 9 months

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oooh lewis + holiday + angst(?) 👀

congratulations on 1k bb! i love your writing btw from fellow brasileira

Holiday | LH44

⸺ the one where you are ready to settle down and go back to your home country, but Lewis is not. ✓ mentions of breakup and feeling homesick.

⁕ one word, a thousand stories blurb night (CLOSED) ⁕ my masterlist and my taglist

When Yn left to pursue her dream she had barely reached the age of twenty-one. The world was fairly new to her and there were so many things to experience and discover.

Ten years later she felt like she had seen a bit of everything. She was aware that there were infinite possibilities of things to see around, but at that point, she wanted to settle for a bit. She was tired of traveling non-stop and all the different languages she had to use. She missed feeling when speaking, and how one word would bring a thousand memories, because speaking in English, German, or Spanish, would be it: just speaking. But speaking in Portuguese would always be communicating exactly everything she felt and wanted others to feel. Speaking in Portuguese was using the word "Saudade" and remembering how it felt to whisper that to her grandmother every weekend as if they were apart for years when in reality they hadn't seen each other for only five days. Speaking in Portuguese was asking for "Cafuné" and getting her hair messed by her mom, who would look down at her lying on the sofa, and caress her shoulders, somehow getting a bit of the weight for her too. Sharing the pain of missing someone they used to see every weekend. Speaking in Portuguese, more than just speaking was going back to the past in a homesick way that would make you feel warm and cared for. It was feeling whole, and right now, Yn felt in pieces.

"What's up, honey?" Lewis asked, sitting beside Yn and handing her a hot cocoa mug.

She grabbed the mug using both hands and shook her head staring at the foam, but they had been together for over three years and Lewis knew exactly when she was lying or dodging a conversation, so he made himself comfortable on the couch and brought Yn closer, kissing the top of her head. The warmth of his body and clothes made her tears finally spill.

"I'm cold," she choked, and he furrowed his brows. "I'm cold and I'm never this cold when I spend Christmas in Brazil. And it's playing Michael Bubblé, but my grandma would always listen to Roberto Carlos," the tears were freely drifting down her face, smudging her makeup and blurring her vision.

"We can spend Christmas there next year, babe, it's n-"

"I wanna spend every day there, Lewis!" She got up, dropping the small blanket that was on top of her legs. She cried harder looking around the empty house. His family would show up any minute, and some friends would probably do too, but her mom and her dad wouldn't. Her childhood friends wouldn't. Nothing that reminded her of home would. "I'm tired of flying nonstop, working from my computer, and having all my coworkers be online colleagues. I'm tired of the taste of the food everywhere we go because none of them tastes like the food my dad would do... I think I saw enough of the world, I wanna settle down, and...I wanna the safety of home." She blurted out.

Lewis listened to everything from his spot and he almost heard his own heartbreaking when she spoke about home as if her hometown was her home and not him. Because to him, she was her home.

“But- I’m not even close to retiring, I still have so much in me,” he mumbled, eyes cast down. He knew they could make it work with her living in a different country, but it would be exhausting. It wouldn't be giving their love the chance it deserved, but rather turning it into heartbreak.

“I know,” she nodded, feeling her heart clench even more. When their eyes met they knew exactly what it meant. They silently agreed to step back.

For Yn, speaking about “Christmas” would never be like whispering "feliz natal" while Roberto Carlos played in the background of the house. And now, for Lewis, speaking about Christmas would always be remembering how heartbreak felt like after you thought you found home.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: That was a bit self-indulged, I have to confess. But aaa Im happy you’re liking it in here *mwah* I hope this brazilian!reader angsty reached to your expectations.

I hope y’all like it too!! Don’t forget to reblog and leave me a comment 💗

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strscrossed · 4 months

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kiss of death — part i

and here i present the ballerina/mafioso au. it's a slow start but i always like having a setup. anyway, eren's a mafia underboss along with his brother zeke. grisha is the boss and women are kept out of the family business. thanks @likesunsetorange for reading this over and also enabling me! 💕

eremika. 2.5k. explicit.

“And what do you mean you won’t be joining us for dinner?”

Eren glances at his father for a little assistance. His mother’s voice is low, something dangerous stirring behind the calm. At this point, Eren would rather be in enemy territory, without a gun, than deal with Carla Jaeger.

“It’s last minute but a business associate's daughter has a ballet recital and he’s treating us to dinner after. Sorry, mom. Can I take a raincheck?

The key to a good lie is a half-truth. He does, in fact, have to attend a ballet tonight. Not with a business associate but his mother isn’t to know that under any circumstances. He worries for a moment because his mother is quiet. Too quiet, in fact.

“Always with the rainchecks,” she mumbles, shaking her head. She glares at him for two seconds, narrowing her eyes before sighing, conceding defeat.

When he was younger, he had a tell. His ears would turn red and his mother had a habit of pinching them whenever she would catch him in one. But adulthood has turned him into a seasoned liar.

“And you couldn’t handle this because…?” Carla glares at her husband, who sits on the sofa cross-legged, reading a newspaper. Grisha Jaeger is afraid of no one. Except, maybe, his wife.

“I’m close to retirement, dear. The boys are grown now, it’s time they got involved in matters of the family business. If I keep doing it, they’ll never learn anything. And I’m not getting any younger.

Zeke, who stands a few feet away, snorts quietly. Grisha’s “fragile old man” shtick would be laughable to anyone but his wife. Carla shakes her head. Again, a sigh of defeat as her husband gives her those weary eyes. Eren has to bite his tongue to keep the laugh from escaping.

“Eren’s hardly around anymore,” she says, shaking her head. “Can I at least have a meal with my boy once a week?”

He can’t say no to her.

“Of course, mom.”

She sits back in her chair, teacup in hand. She mourns time lost with her son but unbeknownst to her, she is living comfortably because of all this. And to keep all this, he has to break yet another promise to his mother.

“I need to head out now,” he tells everyone, with Grisha and Zeke nodding and Carla sighing.

“Who is going with you?”

“Armin and Floch,” he answers. At the mention of Floch’s name, he sees her face pinch a little. No, he’s not having this conversation again. She’s made her distaste for that young man abundantly clear. He doesn’t want to stick around to hear her ask his father, yet again, why he keeps him around.

“Bye,” he says and he’s out the door before his mother can get another word in.

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The fresh air fills his lungs as he closes the door behind him. His mother still doesn’t suspect a thing and that’s how he wants to keep it. It’s a dirty, grimy world that only the men of the family are privy to. If she really knew what the real family business was…

He doesn’t want to even entertain that idea. These are the rules. They exist for a reason. And he stopped feeling bad about lying to her years ago. It’s a lesson that’s been beaten into him since he was sixteen years old.

Eren slides into the front seat of the car. Floch is driving and Armin takes his place in the backseat. Neither man makes an effort to converse with each other and that’s fine. Their bickering is a source of Eren’s frayed nerves too often.

“Ackerman soldiers were spotted frequenting the ballet, huh?” Eren asks. It’s a rhetorical question.

“Quite a few of them actually,” Floch responds, his eyes glued to the road.

“It’s because one of their own is this year’s prima ballerina,” Armin adds. “A large number of them are said to be in attendance this evening.”

“Frequent the ballet, Arlert? How do you even know that?” Floch asks.

Eren stays quiet as he glances at Armin’s unamused expression in the rearview mirror. Thankfully, he’s not the explosive type.

“Well, if you must know, knowing about different things helps me navigate and infiltrate a number of different circles. You might want to culture yourself a little more, Floch.”

Oh, here they go.

“So, one of their own, huh? Old Kenny’s extorting ballet companies now?” Eren snorts. “His niece wanted to become a ballerina so good ole Uncle Kenny made it happen? Never took him to be such a fucking softie.”

No, actually, if that is the case, it’ll be easier to get under the old fucker’s skin.

“Actually, I hear Mikasa Ackerman is a once in a generation talent. And just in case, tonight’s performance is a ballet called Giselle. It’s about a young woman who falls in love with a nobleman and when they can’t be together she dies of heartbreak but that’s not where it ends—”

“I don’t care, Armin,” Eren cuts him off. “I don’t care about ballet or the girl. We’re going there for one reason and one reason only — to watch the Ackerman’s every move. Everything else is worthless and irrelevant.”

He hears Armin sink back into his seat, sighing.

Eren does his best not to twist his face in annoyance. A ballet of all places. He never thought he’d be caught dead at one of those…

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Kenny Ackerman is nowhere to be seen. Naturally, his old ass couldn’t be bothered to show up anywhere someone could see him. Levi Ackerman, however, is seated in the very front row. Armin manages to get them balcony seats so they can see everything.

It’s the most boring observation ever because the Ackerman associates and soldiers are just seated there.

This is why soldiers and lower level soldiers are sent to do this crap. Now he has to sit through a two hour long ballet and pretend to know what’s going on.

Occasionally, the man to Levi’s right will lean over and whisper something to his ear. He simply nods, giving nothing away.

“What are they saying?” Floch mutters to himself, squinting as if to read the lips.

Armin, meanwhile, is observing their surroundings. It’s entirely possible that they’ve been spotted.

“None here,” he assures Eren after a while.

Before he can say anything, the theater lights dim.

Eren knows jackshit about ballet. He doesn’t care to know what’s going on. The arts, the gentler things in life, were things he never cared to become acquainted with. So when the lights dim and the sound of violins fill the theater, he groans. He hears a lady gasp and jump behind him and he can’t help but scoff. It’s nothing compared to the sound of gunfire, bones breaking, or knives cutting through skin.

The Ackerman party, however, stops talking. Their eyes are glued to the stage and, unwillingly, Eren turns his attention to the stage. The whole production is colorful. Too colorful. It’s an eyesore.

He has no idea what’s going on. There are several dancers on stage at the beginning and then it’s just two guys. No one’s talking, obviously, it’s a ballet not a play. Armin’s probably watching completely enthralled, but he’s not impressed. He leans back in his chair, bored out of his mind as he watches them prance around the stage.

He’d never willingly show up to these things. But, when his father received word of a large gathering of Ackerman, of course he had to show up for it.

If the Ackerman are here, he needs to keep an eye on all of their activities. They might be here for the girl, but that’s immaterial for Eren.

He doesn’t care about ballet.

He doesn’t care for the girl—

His thoughts come to a screeching halt when a young woman appears on the stage. She looks around, and prances around the stage. And just like that, Eren is drawn right into the performance.

She’s graceful, her movements are so natural, so effortless. It’s like she belongs up there. Whatever she’s doing — whoever she’s playing — she embodies the role perfectly.

If he knows nothing else about ballet, he knows this much.

“That’s Mikasa Ackerman,” Armin leans in to whisper in his ear. “This year’s prima ballerina.”

He doesn’t know what the hell is going on but it gets sad pretty quickly, he assumes. He hears sniffling behind and near him. Floch looks endlessly bored and Armin, as predicted, is really into the performance.

Eren is focused on his dancer.

If he could compare her face to anything, it would be the moon. It is the illuminated beauty in the dark of the night and even from here, her eyes light up like the millions of stars. Only hers are brighter.

It goes on for two hours, which Eren decides is not long enough. He’ll watch her perform all day and night if that’s what it takes.

When the curtains close and everyone stands up to clap, he cannot bring himself to do so. His beautiful dancer is no longer in front of him and he finds no reason to celebrate that.

“Well, that was uneventful,” Floch mutters disappointingly. “I thought they might actually try something. I thought we might actually gain an advantage over them.”

Oh, right, they had a job to do.

“Floch, if you thought they were coming to a ballet, which by the way one of their own is performing at, to try and pull something you’ve set your expectations way too high.”

“Yeah, well if you haven’t noticed, this is our territory—”

“—technically, no it’s not.”

“What? Are you secretly on their side, Arlert? Because it sounds to me like you are.”

“Would you two shut up?” Eren growls, prompting the two of them to shut their mouths. “Armin, is she set to be in any more shows?”

“I can check but if she’s the prima ballerina, you can bet on it.”

Well, he is a betting man. And he always wins.

“Then we’ll keep coming back. Sooner or later, they’ll start conducting business around here. We should watch for that.”

He receives no protest. He does his best to keep a poker face but as he exits the theater, the corners of his turn up slightly…

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“So?” Grisha asks, closing the door behind him. Eren and Zeke stand side by side as Grisha walks back to his desk, settling down and making himself comfortable before Eren allows himself to answer.

“Nothing special. The Ackerman girl is part of the ballet, so they were serving as glorified bodyguards. The three of us watched them the whole time and nothing happened.”

Disappointing news to say the least. So much for this being a golden opportunity to strike against the Ackerman. As always, they manage to elude them by doing absolutely nothing.

“Even so, continue to watch the ballet,” Grisha instructs. “One evening will tell us nothing. And if the girl is part of the ballet, well they’ll frequent that theater. Perhaps, old Kenny Ackerman might show up.”

Fat chance.

“And Zeke,” he turns to his eldest son. “Are the girls of any use?”

“Nope,” his brother answers. “The men don’t frequent brothels. In fact, the girls haven’t heard of either of them.”

“Damn it!” his father curses, pounding the table with his fists. The whole thing is a little over dramatic in Eren’s opinion.

Weaker men cower before Grisha Jaeger. He is someone that you don’t want to piss off. In all fairness, the Jaegers in general are people you don’t want to piss off. The two brothers are the only ones immune to their father’s fear tactics. Though, he is certainly not just talk. He wouldn’t be in this position otherwise.

“It is decided then,” Grisha mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The Reiss and the Tyburs agree that this cannot continue.”

There is a tenuous peace between the families. Initially, each family controlled a third of the island and conflicts broke out through the generations. Eren’s grandfather realized there were more benefits to keeping these families as allies than enemies. Though tenuous is the best way to describe whatever alliance they had going.

“And what does that mean?” Zeke questions.

Grisha responds with a small smile.

“I won’t keep you as you two have more work to do. I have arranged it. Zeke, you are to marry Rod Reiss’ eldest daughter, Frieda. And Eren, you are to marry Willy Tybur’s younger sister, Lara. You are to meet with them, court them, and the official engagement will be two months from today. It is done. You two will honor it.”

What century was this?

“What the fuck, old man?” Eren growls and two pairs of eyes are on him.

“What was that?” his father asks, daring him to repeat it.

“You just sold us to the Reiss and Tyburs? You just want us to go along with it? What the fuck?”

Grisha’s not used to having his authority questioned. Sometimes Eren is going to whine but usually he doesn’t have an issue doing his father’s bidding. Extort the local jeweler? No problem. Take care of a guy and dispose of his corpse? Done. Spy on a couple of low level Ackerman associates? He can do that in his sleep.

Marriage though? Fuck no. That was different. That is something sacred and just for him.

“You don’t have a choice. You’re going to go through with this, Eren. I’ve given you way too much freedom. You’re marrying Lara Tybur. End of discussion. You have dinner reservations tomorrow night at 8 pm. Make sure you’re not late and I’ll know if you two fuck this up. Now get the hell out of my office.”

As the door closes behind the two of them, Eren is prepared to stomp down the hall but Zeke’s hand on his shoulder stops him.

“Careful, Eren,” he warns. “Step out of line and the old man isn’t going to hesitate to give you the kiss of death.”

Eren scowls, “And when did you become the obedient son? ”

“You didn’t seem to have an issue when he decided that you’d join the family business. You don’t have an issue doing his dirty work. But you draw the line at marriage. Interesting. Is there someone?”

“Fuck off, Zeke! It’s entirely fucking different and you know it! Does there have to be someone? And you’re one to talk! Pieck Finger is it?”

“Watch it, Eren,” Zeke warns him, all amusement vanishing from his face.

“Hit a nerve? Does the old man already know? Is that why you’re so okay with going along with it?”

Zeke narrows his eyes, “I suggest you keep your mouth shut and do as you’re told.”

“Whatever. I’m tired.”

He stomps off. Zeke might be okay with this, but he definitely isn’t. He’ll do anything for this family but this was too much! And without even consulting the two of them. Shouldn’t he have a say in who he marries?

As he silently rages, images of Mikasa Ackerman moving gracefully around the stage flood his mind. And all the rage dissipates into thin air…

#ballerina/mafioso au #eremika #fic #em tumblr fic

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skepticreadstoa · 1 month

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The Hidden Oracle: Chapter 4

(Ignore how long it's been since the last post, I do want to try to be more consistent on this blog)

Alright, but Percy actually has more patience then we, as a fandom, give him credit for. Imagine after everything you've been through, two world ending prophecies, missing a full year of high school, having to do catch up for all of that, and then a newly banished god swings by the apartment with a street child in tow, and he walks in and starts salivating at the sight of his pregnant mother. The restraint he has to have had to not throw Lester straight back out the door...

Percy stepped to my side. “Um, Apollo? She’s not cursed. And can you not mention Hera?” Percy said, "We don't use the H word in the household".

If I had still been an immortal, I might have flirted with her myself. Mate. She is married and EXPECTING A BABY. TONE IT DOWN.

Lester/Apollo thinking of how to thank the Jacksons for their hospitality:

Image: https://www.deviantart.com/blood-dripping/art/sink-fire-24038385

I had a sneaking suspicion that Percy had given me this (Icarus) shirt as a joke—the fall from the sky. Despite being in retirement from the demigod life, Percy is still not afraid to be cheeky with a god. Old habits die hard.

I did my usual motivational speech in the mirror: “You are gorgeous and people love you!” We'll see about how you feel about that statement later on.

“Actually, I was thinking about the last time I had a nosebleed.” Percy getting flashbacks at the sight of a nosebleed is too real.

Zeus seemed to consider egotism a trait the boy (Octavian) had inherited from me. Which is ridiculous. I am much too self-aware to be egotistical.

Percy winced. “I hate memory gaps. Last year I lost an entire semester thanks to Hera.” “Ah, yes.” I couldn’t quite remember what Percy Jackson was talking about. During the war with Gaea, I had been focused mostly on my own fabulous exploits. But I suppose he and his friends had undergone a few minor hardships. Ah, yeah, Tartarus? Saving the world? Just some minor hardships, run of the mill, nothing special.

“Besides, my mom’s pregnant. I’m going to have a baby sister. I’d like to be around to get to know her.” “Well, I understand that. I remember when Artemis was born—” “Aren’t you twins?” “I’ve always regarded her as my little sister.” Bro please, your sister helped your mother give birth to YOU. Stop lying through your nostrils.

Percy when Apollo tries to ask him to help get his Olympian throne back: "Nuh uh" "Tf you mean nuh uh?"

#trials of apollo #lester papadopoulos #percy jackson #sally jackson #meg mccaffrey #octavian pjo #artemis pjo #toa #toa fandom #the hidden oracle #skeptic reads #liveblogging

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Hi for the Wednesday prompts, i know we like to rag on Jace, but I've been thinking about the parabatai oath, specifically: your people are my people.

Could you write something where Jace and Alec are both protective of each other's significant other.

Malec obvi, but Jace doesn't have to be with Clary. And if you don't want to write Jace, maybe Alec is parabatai with Lydia instead.

Thanks, you're one of my fave SH writers, i always smile reading your stories!

okay i'm gonna admit, i did not use jace or lydia. i used my own very personally beloved oc, Mirai Lakecastle. Her mother was an active shadowhunter who made to retirement without retiring first for politics. which is, a big deal. she's older than alec and could run an institute however she doesn't want to deal with the politics of being 1st in command and enjoys being second. that is an amazing compliment and i hope you enjoy this!

“Parabatai,” Mirai mutters as she drags Alec’s half-conscious form down the shadows of the alley, “more like pain-in-the-ass-my-soul-is-tied to.”

“Love you too.” Alec mumbles, like he didn’t just completely ignore protocols to protect Mirai over himself.

“I’m your second!” she reminds him, “I go first. We promised that, remember.”

“Not ‘m second yet.” Alec grumbles back, still grouchy despite the bloodloss and poisoning, “you haven’t been promoted.”

Mirai snarls as she gets her strength rune activated and then hauls Alec over her shoulder, his stupidly big body nearly touching the floor on either side of where he’s draped over her body.

“I should have stolen your protein when we grew up.” She gripes, even though she’s normally the one forcing food on Alec, “kept you smaller when I realized how lanky you were going to get. How do you expect me to drag your ass out of things like this? You’re the one supposed to be picking me up like a pillow and running for safety.”

“You’d miss your mom’s birthday, if was you. My peopl', your peopl'. Your mine.” He mumbles, his lack of awareness probably why he even admits it and Mirai grits her teeth and runs faster, swearing to Raziel that someday, she’s going to remember this and get her revenge.

Alec sighs and pinches his nose, “not that I’m upset with you protecting Magnus. I’m just a little confused about how it came to, this.” He waves to where his parabatai is lying, a smug smirk on her tired but pain free face. As soon as she learned what happened, Catarina had shown up and healed Mirai, refusing any payment and only giving Alec and his parabatai a considering look as she left. Which means that Mirai is fine and on magical drugs, even if she’ll still be bedridden for a day or two.

“Oh, you mean why did I bodily throw myself in front of him instead of trusting him to be able to dodge?” Mirai asks with a smirk and Alec is just sure something is about to bite his ass. “Because even if he’d been fine, he would have probably been injured or exhausted.”

“Yeah, but Magnus is my priority.” Alec is confused because while Magnus is important to him and Mirai respects that and their relationship, she’s never seemed to be overly caring of Alec’s private life. They are parabatai so that they can run the Institute smoothly and give their people the best leaders possible. Mirai cares about him and he about her, but they’ve always tried to keep a professional line between them and who they care about.

“It’s your anniversary tonight. I couldn’t let him miss it.”

Alec stares as Mirai gets the last word in and then shuts her eyes, slipping into sleep as Alec watches her.

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“You little shit.” Alec murmurs and Mirai has to work to keep her lips from twitching and giving herself away. “That was six years ago, I can’t— no I can. You’re ridiculous enough that you’d do that.” He laughs a little wetly and he pauses and very carefully, presses his lips to her forehead in a display of affection that they rarely express with each other. Not because they don’t care, but because it’s easier to act like Commander and second than parabatai when the world throws so many hurdles at them. Caring is a danger and while Alec has exposed himself for Magnus, Mirai keeps herself apart and protected for a reason.

Someday she’ll die. Probably — hopefully she thinks selfishly — before Alec.

Because Alec needs a parabatai he can survive without if the worst happens and Mirai and he have always done their best to toe the line of someone close enough to share a soul with, but also a warrior they can send out to die. Like every time Mirai doesn’t go into battle in Alec’s stead, she’s not risking a piece of him, like Alec isn’t protecting a piece of her. Alec agreed to that burden, to risk having a part of his soul lost forever and Mirai will kill herself before she suffers being the last of their pair to go.

“Thank you.” Alec whispers against her curls, “for protecting my heart, Mirai.”

He leaves and Mirai opens her eyes, silent tears leaking from the corners and she smiles at the ceiling, “always, parabatai, your people are my people.” She whispers to the silence and she knows that even when its the most painful thing they’ve ever felt, neither will ever regret their bond.

The sacrifice they made, for the betterment of those who followed them and laid down their lives.

#writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #lumine writes #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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bropunzeling · 8 months

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ok i haven’t finished my reread which is why don’t have a comment yet but i was thinking about a marriage bets post-retirement time stamp the other day cause of the scene where leon talks about wishing he could teleport so he wouldn’t miss things with his family

Leon surveys their room with his hands on his hips. "I feel like I'm forgetting something."

From the bed, Matthew asks, "Clothes?"

Leon rolls his eyes. "Yes."

"Shoes?"

"Yes."

"Your one rain jacket?"

Leon reaches down into his suitcase and pokes at said jacket; it makes a crinkling sound. "Yes."

"Gifts for the kids?"

"We shipped those ahead." And wasn't Kim thrilled, immediately sending Leon six eye roll emojis and a video of Alex and Katrin bouncing off the walls with glee over their new roller hockey gear. Fifteen minutes later he got another message on WhatsApp: you and your husband owe me a window

"Phone charger?"

"Yes," Leon groans, standing up and crossing the room to the bed so he can glare better. Matthew's lying down, looking at his phone, barely paying attention to Leon at all.

"Outlet converter?" Matthew's still not looking at him. His feet are crossed at the ankle, calves even skinnier than they were a year ago. Leon reaches down and rubs his thumb along Matthew's ankle, sliding over the bone to the top of his foot, around to the sole, until he can dig his thumbnail right in the arch.

Matthew hisses, legs flailing as he tries to kick Leon. Leon dodges, obviously, even if his reaction times are a bit slower than they used to be. Two years of retirement is making him soft.

A minute later, they're both on the bed, Leon sprawling halfway on top of Matthew, Matthew's arm tight around his waist. The phone is somewhere beneath them, got lost in the first five seconds. Matthew's other hand reaches for his face, fingertips tracing Leon's hairline, the top of his beard. He keeps saying Leon looks like a lumberjack or a mountain man, that it's like he never left Canada at all, let alone five years ago, but any complaining in his voice is undercut by how careful his hands are as he touches Leon's jaw.

Maybe Leon will shave before they leave, grow the beard back while they're in Germany. Half the fun is when it's shorter, the way he can leave splotchy pink marks on the sensitive insides of Matthew's thighs.

"Yes, I packed the outlet converters," Leon says belatedly, turning his head to dig his chin into Matthew's shoulder.

Matthew hums and turns as well, so that they're nose to nose. His hand cups Leon's face, fingertips pressing down, holding Leon close. His hands are getting softer, losing their callouses; his ring is warm from body heat.

"You know, we could stay longer," he says, breath hot against Leon's mouth. "Not like we have anywhere else to be."

"You have that shit for ESPN in September," Leon counters.

"I don't have to be in the studio. Zoom exists."

"You hate staying up that late," Leon replies. He closes his eyes, tilts his face so their foreheads are pressed together, until he can feel the solidity of Matthew with him, bone on bone. "Maybe another trip in December."

Matthew hums. "That'd be nice. Christmas or something." His thumb brushes Leon's cheekbone. "Didn't you say there's all those little markets?" Leon nods. "Mom and Dad would like that."

Leon pulls Matthew in tighter; listens to Matthew's breaths, in and out against his cheek. Thinks about that, his parents and Matthew's, Kim and her family, Matthew's siblings and theirs. Of spending the holidays in his first home, with the person who is his second.

"Yeah," he says. "I think so too."

#ask meme #marriage bets #maggie this request made me feel so many soft things god

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starfish-sonnyangel · 3 months

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so bored you might... come out of fanfic retirement? you must be really really bored,,,

squad's favorite terran foods in your hcs?

-from @auroracycle-enjoyer

guess who has two thumbs and is working on this instead of their lit final! 🤗🤗🤗

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! again please please ask me things i promise ill respond even if it takes me a couple months lmao!

he squads fav terran foods

ty -

had a gym rat phase during the academy so for like 3+ years he was literally only considering how much protein a certain food had not how it tasted or anyyyything

seasoning? we dont know her here

if you ask him he’ll probably say salad (he’s lying)

auri introduced him to pizza and he’s hooked

fav is margarita bc he likes to pretend that the basil add some nutritional value

auri

SOUPPP SOUP SOUP

ugh i just need her to curl up with a good book and music and a bowl of soup she deserves it

literally any kind of soup as long as its hot n served with some kinda bread

loves chicken noodle/irish stew/really heavy soups like that bc it reminds her of what her mom used to cook

also egg drop soup, oxtail, lanzhou beef noodles, all the stuff her dad used to make

give her a mug of chicken noodle and some sourdough and she’ll literally love you forever.

its canon from aurora rising that she likes spicy food so i know she loads allll her food up with spice

everyone’s learned to not ask for a bite of her soup if they dont need to give their sinuses a deep cleanse

ty was the first to learn the hard way, snuck a sip of her food secretly and 2 minutes later was curled up on the floor with a box of tissues and a jug of milk

“ty are you cryin-” “IM NOT CRYING SHUT UP MY EYES ARE WATERING”

again, he’s not a big seasoning guy

Scar

any kind of pasta

she got really into making fresh pasta during the academy, bc she obviously needed a hobby to fill up all the time she spent not studying

is lwky a pasta prodigy can lecture you on any type of pasta

her favorite kind is fusilli (“because it’s extra, like me!”)

also a pesto fanatic

goes vegan at least 4 times each year

her current record is 2 weeks

sweet treats!!

fav cake is tirmisu

can always be trusted to have a snack tucked away in her bag

Fin

survives off energy drinks and caf, you wouldn’t really call him a foodie

that being said, he’s a sucker for a good sandwich

clean, compact, won’t get into his suit, tastes good, sandwiches check off all necessary boxes

would sell his suit for a good turkey panini

took him a while to get used to terran food but he is now a confirmed fan

with that being said he cannot cook

once set off the fire alarms across the entire academy after forgetting about a baguette he had toasting in the kitchen

i feel like he'd also be straegly obbsessed with random terran snacks like goldfish and graham crackers

is a FIEND for those yougurt chew things that are for babies

"fin, two go-gurts and a family sized bag of chex mix is not a well-rounded dinner"

looooves those nerd gummy clusters

to be completely honest he'll eat literally anything if he's hungry enough

as previously stated i need to get on my academic grind so ill be completing everyone else soon, just wanted to get this out bc i havent posted in a while

this was so much fun to do, thanks again to @auroracycle-enjoyerfor the ask!

#aurora cycle #aurora burning #hcs #aurora jie lin omalley #tyler jones #scarlett jones #finian de karran de seel

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monowires · 1 year

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i love thinking about mshenko domestic scenarios like:

my shep is earthborn and thus doesn’t have a firsthand knowledge of general family traditions so kaidan & his mom invite him to join theirs after the war, and shepard learns he’s got a knack for accidentally burning the christmas cookies—he never was a good baker.

shepard shows kaidan some of his favorite places around the galaxy, the planets with the best views, that one restaurant on the corner of the block he grew up on; places only a wanderer would really know of.

kaidan introduces shepard to the world of traditional cooking—shepard never did quite learn how to cook anything more than enough to count as sustenance. between growing up on the streets and being biotic, shepard learned not to be picky, but this also meant he didn’t really learn how to make full-on dishes.

kaidan helps shepard discover his hobbies—the man joined the alliance at 18, and he’s 29 by the time the trilogy starts, and street life didn’t leave much room for hobbies. turns out “shooting things until i either run out of bullets or run out of things to shoot” doesn’t count as a hobby.

the one thing kaidan CAN’T teach shepard is the ability to dance. he is utterly hopeless in that field. kaidan would ask him about it, but he doesn’t need to be told “come on, kaidan. the battlefield is my dance floor!” again.

shepard doesn’t much care for permanent domestic life. it’s too stagnant, he’s been a soldier for too long to do anything else. but he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t be happy to wake up next to kaidan every morning for the rest of his life. so maybe he doesn’t retire, but they’re both spectres. the council will find that two of their spectres coincidentally take the same jobs and work as a pair.

shepard still won’t swim at the beach when they go together. he says something along the lines of “no thanks, i’ll stay in the sand. don’t want the hassle of getting all wet,” which in reality means, “yeah, ever since we tracked down leviathan, i sort of really hate oceans because i have no idea what’s in there.”

kaidan wants a cat. shepard says, “kaidan, i can barely take care of a house plant, what makes you think i’ll be able to take care of a cat?” (they get a cat.)

kaidan tells shepard that if he moves his things one more time to make room for his new model ships, he’s sleeping on the couch. (shepard moves kaidan’s things one more time to make room for his new model ships. kaidan isn’t a liar, but he doesn’t have it in him to condemn shepard to a night on the couch. not when shepard seems so… content.)

kaidan gets the grand idea to take shepard to a skating rink. he later wonders where he got that idea; shepard can’t even coordinate himself enough to dance properly. it was pretty funny, though, watching the renowned commander shepard stagger around on roller skates like he’d forgotten how to walk.

#johnny.txt #mass effect #commander shepard #kaidan alenko #mshenko #shenko #headcanons #mass effect headcanons #male shepard #mshepard #mshep #male shepard mass effect #shepard #shepard mass effect #idk what to tag

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evita-shelby · 1 year

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Finn’s mums and dads

Or the 5 times Finn called Eva mom and the one time he called Tommy dad

Gif by @outerbanksxpeakyblinders

“Bye, mum.” Finn said as he rushed out the door after getting his packed lunch from Eva.

She knew Finn had a crush on her, but somehow him thinking her as a mother figure made her apprehensive.

Should she tell Polly about it, or Ada?

No, it would be awkward enough as it is. How do you say ‘Finn called me mom and I am not concerned because now I feel old and responsible, but because I don’t know if that is okay with you, his real family’ without dredging up things that are difficult to speak of already.

Martha Shelby had gotten the baby blues and her idiot husband, the arrest of both Arthurs and not having the money to give Thomas a chance to use his potential in university had driven her to step into the canal.

Or that was what Polly had confided in her, and something Ada doesn’t know she knows.

Yeah, that seems sensible.

Keep your mouth shut and carry on, Evita, the witch tells herself as she goes back to her chores.

“Come here, kid.” Eva crouched a little to get a good look on the blood on Finn’s lip. “Does anything else hurt?”

A fight in class, one boy had called him names and called Ada a slut and Finn responded to those words with his fists.

Polly didn’t know yet, but she would be livid. Not at Finn, but at the boy and his mother who was already on Polly Gray’s black books.

“No. I’m fine, mum.” He said, still sniffling from being blamed for all of it.

“Finn calls me mum all the time, Ada too, he thinks the world of you. I hope you aren’t put off by it, Eva.” The older witch said as Finn played with colored pencils on the dining table.

This time Eva can’t keep quiet, especially when she tells Polly about Finn’s altercation in school.

“No, not at all. I just wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with that, Pol.” The witch said relieved. Some don’t like that; some utterly hate the idea of anyone thinking of other people being seen as a mother figure.

“Are you comfortable with that? With the idea of being a honorary Shelby?”

“I don’t think it is healthy that he calls your mother.” Grace expressed her opinion quite boldly after Finn called her mum as he thanked her for the ice cream she had bought him.

Finn had never seen a museum, and Eva had taken observing the Irish broad like a scientist observing bacteria in a petri dish.

She came here often, met up with a man Eva didn’t know and today, Finn tagged along.

“Mrs. Gray is fine with it, as is Ada Shelby.” Eva said coolly.

Grace was jealous of her friendship with the Shelbys. Apparently, she wasn’t quite sure her boy toy’s no at Uncle Jack’s proposition weeks ago was a real and firm no.

The witch feels guilty for using him as an accessory, but the kid also got to see the museum that Ada expressed a desire to work for until a background check revealed she was a Shelby, a communist and engaged to a Jewish man.

But Eva doesn’t give a shit her subject of interest is jealous of her, that is of no consequence to the retired spy.

What she does give a shit about is a lying rat telling her not to show love to a child.

So she pricks her with her next words.

“Besides, if I do end up becoming Mrs. Thomas Shelby, it will be easier for him to adjust to my presence.”

“Mum!” Finn runs to her, and Eva is relieved when the Billy Boy trying to show off being Kimber’s driver buys into the lie.

In the next second Eva stops being Miss and turns to Mrs even though she would have been eleven or twelve had she been Finn’s mother.

“Oi, you sweet talking my sister-in-law?” Esme lies with ease and a scowl that sells it even to John who is with her.

The driver stutters an apology and returns to the vehicle as the three Shelbys and Eva walk down the street to her grandmother’s house.

Finn comes over every chance he gets, more especially now that he has asked her to help him catch up to the other boys in school.

“That’s Tommy Shelby’s wife you’re speaking to.” John said making it worse.

He's planning to surprise Polly with an acrostic poem written and recited by him on her birthday.

A surprise Thomas knows about because the boy pilfered one of his books on poetry.

Well worn and well loved, and the last thing the witch had expected to know about the gangster she has only spoken to once.

“Your brother won’t think it funny, John.” Eva warned as the newly married widower jokingly called her his long-suffering sister-in-law.

“Let him and blondie fight over it, least we could do to him after what he did to Ada and Freddie.” Esme laughed.

“Happy Mother’s Day.” Finn stands there on her doorstep, with his hair combed and neat, in his Sunday’s best and holding a small but rather adorable bouquet of sunflowers.

“He’s giving all of the women he considers mother figures flowers,” Thomas explains as he stands there at her doorstep and the witch finds herself replaying that strange little fantasy where they are something more than friends.

But she wants him, loves him in the way she loved Antonia.

“They’re beautiful, Finn. I and honored that you consider me one of your mums.” Eva thanked him genuinely and the boy turned beet red and stammered a ‘you’re welcome’.

“There’s a poem too, Tommy helped me write it.” Finn said and Eva’s immediately drawn back to the man she cannot want.

“And who’s the lucky lady getting those?” Eva asked seeing the forget-me-nots Tommy was holding.

And it is because of that that she must refuse his offers of courtship at every turn.

“We saved the best for last; these are for our mother.” There is a pained undertone to his voice, a sweet sadness that is becoming on him.

“Tell her I said hello, then.” She said and sent them on their way.

“I love you, dad.” Finn mumbles in his sleep and clings to Tommy who doesn’t bother hiding the heartbreak those words cause him.

Eva is no stranger to him and the things he hides beneath the surface, and yet this makes him feel as if he’s somehow bare to the bone before her.

This was just supposed to be a drive to the countryside where they’d pick a pony for Finn, just Tommy, Finn and Eva.

It had been a beautiful fantasy, him with a woman he loves on his arm, quietly pretending Finn is theirs doing something any family does.

He should be used to it, Finn liked to make up for the lack of a father by calling those he finds worthy of the title by it.

And then it comes careening down when Finn says those four words after falling asleep on the picnic blanket.

Tommy, Arthur and John were his primary fathers, then Jeremiah, Charlie and Curly and now, Freddie fucking Thorne.

But it had stopped when they had come back and never with something as strong as an ‘I love you.

“I love you too, Finn.”

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #eva x tommy #thomas shelby fanfic #finn shelby

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stephy-gold · 5 months

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60th years of G-Woman

Happy 60th years SCULLY!!!!!!!!!!!!

the night before her birthday Mulder had a beautiful surprise for Scully. he planned a night out In fancy restaurant with a ball room for dinner and dance. A couple of weeks ago when he was thinking how he would celebrated her this year because he forgot the past two years, he playfully blamed it to age.

Mulder selected a fancy Italian restaurant he found on Instagram after asking William for help to surprise his mom; the restaurant has a gorgeous aesthetic resembling a Italian village, in the middle of the room is a dance floor and a stage for the musicians, the comments on the instagram feed are great; Mulder saw the menu online at it had the favorite dishes of Scully and also her favorite wine. He made the reservation for Friday night; he planned to take her the day before her birthday and celebrate at midnight together in the intimacy of their bedroom.

Now the next step is buying the gift, for his one in however how many millions are in the world right now; he did one of the things he hated more in the world, go to the mall, he spend a whole day looking for what to buy, he enter a jewelry store an the young woman help him to choose.

Woman (smiling at him): hi sir, welcome, can I help you find anything?

M (not understanding that the woman was talking to him): oh yes thank you, I’m looking for something for my partner.

Woman: tell me about her and the occasion so I’ll help you sir found the perfect gift.

M: well hmm we’ve met 31 years ago when she start working with me, she is the most beautiful woman I´ve ever met, we been together for more than 20 years now and the occasion is for her sixtieth birthday.

Woman: it’s obvious how much you love her sir, now tell me about what she looks like.

M: she is petite, with the bluest eyes you ever seen, her hair is red thanks to the dye these days, not that she needed it but she doesn’t relent to the fading red of her natural color; her smile is beautiful, she doesn’t like to wear big jewelry or very visible just simple but elegant pieces.

Woman: I think I know the best piece. (She goes to the glass and took out a set of necklace, earrings and ring with diamonds and emeralds, not too big or obnoxious)

M: it’s incredible, I will take it.

W: perfect sir, I’ll arranged the set and it’s yours. Do you want any inscription or a card inside of the box?

M: I didn’t think about it, the card will be fine

W: what do you want me to write sir?

M: to my constant and touchstone, happy 60th birthday G-Woman. Ps: you are ageless Ly <3

Then the woman gave him the gift and he left.

At Friday night

Mulder was getting ready he was wearing his tuxedo, a rare sight these days in his retirement from special agent to teacher in Quantico like scully. He told scully they were going out on a romantic dinner to a place that requires black tie; scully chose an emerald green long velvet dress with sleeves and a nice pair of heels. Mulder couldn’t help but smiled when he see her.

At the restaurant the evening unfolded with charm at the candlelight in their table and the soft twinkling lights creating a romantic atmosphere, the band started to play soft melodies to the couples dinner.

Scully: mulder this place is enchanting, how did you manage to find it?

mulder: a little bit of faith scully (feigning hurt) but yeah actually Will taught me to look on instagram for venues.

Scully: I love it mulder (she gave him a kiss)

After dinner mulder stood and took scully to the dance floor, the swayed to the rhythm of every slow song and dance to the ones with a much rapid rhythm, a photographer took their picture while dancing it was a beautiful one were scully was leaning on mulder chest and mulder was looking at her like she was the only woman on this earth, and for him that she was.

Scully feet started to hurt and they return to their table, mulder order another bottle of her favorite wine and give the waiter a note when scully didn´t see. Minutes later the waiter appeared with a new bottle of whine and a dessert with a candle light and the number 60th in it, the other waiter handed her a flower bouquet mulder order previously from a florist. After the dessert and half bottle of wine he decided to give her the special gift he bought at the jewelry store.

M: Scully I only wanted to thank you for the amazing life you decided to live with me, I’m so grateful to be celebrating with you and I hope you like it.

Scully: mulder I wouldn’t have it any other way, you’re and always be my constant

Mulder: even when I´ll be gray and old? (He said teasing her)

Scully: what do you mean with when? (She laughs) you already are my silver fox, Mulder and you’re not old

Mulder: well thanks for the boost G-woman

He then took the gift bag where the jewelry set was. “And finally my last gift scully”. She opened it and the first thing she saw was the card “to my constant and touchstone, happy 60th birthday G-Woman. Ps: you are ageless Ly <3” “Oh, Mulder" she retrieve the card and was left without words the gorgeous set of jewelry was astonishing and perfect for her outfit, she looked at mulder who saw her with love and awe. “Mulder this is omg beautiful” he kissed her. “Let me put it in that neck of yours, you mind?” She grab her hair and put it aside so mulder could put on the necklace and then he kneels, with a few cracks of knee, to put on the ring on her well manicured finger. She also put on the earrings. The photographer ask them to stand to take a picture of them, they agree and the picture is taken.

The dance floor called them again so they keep dancing and swaying to the rhythm. When the music stops Mulder look for the first time in the whole evening his clock, it marked 1:00 am, they had dance the whole night.

“Well well well my cinderella it appears that our magic dance is ending”

“mulder what are you talking about?” Scully gave him her raise eyebrow and disbelief look

“well its 1 am scully you’re officially 60th, happy birthday” Mulder put his arm on her waist and kiss her “how does it feels, anything aches?” He ask her teasing.

“You tell me mulder I’m not the one who woke up whining because of his back and refuse to go to the urologist” she replied,

“Oh that was a low blow scully, not fair; in my defense the urologist isn’t necessary” mulder said with a playful tone.

“Mulder seriously I can’t believe we danced the whole night, my feet are going to kill me tomorrow or well in the morning”

“so what scully you had fun, I’ll be happy to carry you the whole day tomorrow if your feet hurt much” they were walking to the door out

“oh mulder your are sweet, but no your back wouldn’t like it”.

The photographer stop them and give them the pictures.

“Thank you so much” said mulder to the man and gave him 20 dollars

At the unremarkable house they enjoy each other comfort and intimacy, despite scully teasing about his stamina, they did great in the bedroom.

@today-in-fic

#dana scully #fox mulder #the x files #ao3 fanfic #msr #mulder x scully #scully birthday #txf #xf fanfic #msr fanfic #couples in love #au x files #after x files revival #my birthday is coming so I thought about writing a little birthday fic #romantic

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billygoat26 · 1 month

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I REMEMBER WHAT I WANTED TO RANT ABOUT ON FRIDAY NOW!!!

SO- *ahem* Gather around children! (make sure you're mature tho...)

Anyways, uh- so me and my friends took the rice purity test during history class (our teacher don't do SHIT in there... says it's a "modern learning class" but that's a story for another day)

I got a score of 92, one of my friends got a score a bit below 50, and the only other one who I know the score of got a 94 (He gave me a shocked/concerned look when I said my score was 92 lmao)

Time skip to walking to the buses (we were still talking about the rice purity test scores), he just decided to tell me one of the things he picked-

so for context-ish to the part after I tell you what he said: my feelings for him are complicated as FUCK... I still can't figure out if I just see him as a really fucking good friend or if I actually do like him- might be the second one because I swear sometimes I can feel my face burning SO much (particularly during/after an IB picnic thingy a few weeks ago... it had been hot out and I knew my face would just be red because of it so I was safe then. Now? Hahaaaaaaa not so much)

Anyways, he said that he had picked the one that starts with an "m" and rhymes with "probation"

My dirty ass mind- after we parted ways of course- would go HAYWIRE with that info...

But before that, I got to tell him the reason I picked two of the options (had to do with kisses on the lips and by "kissed by a non-family member" I think it was)

Soooooo you guys get to hear it too! Sorry :D (this is as close to exact as I remember telling him so... enjoy)

Back in elementary school, we were doing a little chorus concert thingy at a retirement home. After one of our songs finished (or the full performance, I don't remember), one of the old ladies (I swear she was like- mid 70's) came up to me, complimented our performance, then before I walked back to my friends she legit kissed me FULL on the lips... (it was slimy and I was weirded out but had to be nice...)

So after telling my friend that he just burst out laughing (I didn't even get to finish the story) and said something like "so you had your first kiss with an old lady" or something similar while laughing still

Anyyyyywayyyys, time skip to me getting off the bus and walking home, my brain started going haywire with the prior info that I had been told and it. would. not. leave. my. mind.

I felt so fucking pathetic and gross even thinking about it, weirded out by myself, yet my stupid fucking brain just kept thinking about it and I was suddenly so glad I didn't tell him the one that I picked (I won't weird y'all out more than I already have by telling you) and started imagining how he might have reacted if I did. (My brain loves to make up scenarios)

BUT- I didn't get to rant about this on Friday cuz my mom had left for her afternoon shift late and saw me and told me to get in the car. (She was in a good mood lol)

That's all :D

Sorry that this was so... second hand embarrassment-ly weird I'm sure. But heyyyy had to get it off of my chest before school technically-today!

#billygoat talks

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disniq · 1 year

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Season 1, Episode 2, “Hawk and Dove”.

Joy.

We are introduced to Hawk, AKA Hank Hall, who is already captured and being tortured! Listen, I don’t often side with torturers, but he probably deserved it.

Dove, AKA Dawn Granger, saves his ass and then we get a gratuitous bathroom shot because Alan Ritchson is hot, and also to show that the superhero life fucks you up, kids.

I’ll be honest, I don’t really understand what their plan is here? They’re taking out arms dealers and stealing the money for themselves until they have enough to “retire”. Dude, you’re both in your 30s, just get a normal fucking job that isn’t destroying your body and mind, maybe?

(This is a recurring theme with these two. They talk about quitting, one of them goes back on it, they fight, they make up, they talk about quitting… It’s a whole thing.)

Dawn is so pretty, fuck me.

She rescued him and plays nurse afterwards? Dawn, honey, he does not deserve you. He can't even fuck.

Flashback time, and Dickie-boy is hanging out with the Bad Kids against Batman’s orders. (I say “Kids”. All of these people are in their twenties at least. And, also. This is four years ago, but in s2 they say the og Deathstroke stuff is four years ago. Don't think to hard about the Titans timeline, good lord.)

DO LIKE; the fight choreography here! Dick is all flippy acrobat but Hawk and Dove are like pro fucking wrestling lol.

DO NOT LIKE; this weird fucking love triangle, and I use the term “love” extremely loosely. Poly supremacy man, you all have bird names and a shit ton of fucking issues, you could all be each others problems instead of inflicting yourselves on others <3

(oh my god, I’ve only just hit the titlecard. This episode is *so* long)

(Or maybe it's just that I find it incredibly boring.)

I'm sure that's not relevent

Dick is taking Rachel to Hank and Dawn, so he calls Alfred for some money to… pay them to keep her?

(on a related note, there is such a frustrating interesting dissonance between what we are told and what we are shown in this show. We are told Dick has a rep for being great with kids, but he doesn’t really know what Rachel should be eating or watching at her age, and he tries to get rid of her the second he can. Rachel says she’s not a kid, and then the very next scene is her sprawled out on the bed surrounded by snacks. Rachel says she can tell when people are lying, but her "Mom" was lying to her her whole life?)

I’m trying really hard not to get too bitter too quickly here, but god the difference between how Dick treats an upset Rachel to how he later treats an upset Jason makes my heart hurt :(((

Oh, The Family are fucking creepy okay. It’s the heteronormativity.

Dick is a terrible fucking liar, omg.

Rachel: You’re gonna leave me too, aren’t you? Dick: Dick: Dick: Dick: No.

Dick introduces Rachel to Dawn, Rachel gets a little sneak peak of their former sex life as a treat. Awkward.

Ahaaaa

“I’m outta the life,” Dick says, like he didn’t put the Robin suit back on like. A day ago. (another tell vs show)

I do love when people say Dick’s name like the insult.

(Unfortunately, it’s Hank being an insecure macho fuck over Dawn “Sure, I cheated on you with him before, but it’s not like I’d do it again how dare you not believe me” Granger. They’re so unhealthy, fuck. And the manufactured melodrama is so bleugh.)

The Family ambush and torture Amy, and she somehow tells them where Dick is despite him literally never telling her. Because plot.

Astute readers may have noticed I'm not a big fan of Hank but idk folks, I just think maybe it’s a little tasteless to make a “pants off” joke (TWICE) about a character that has long term trauma from repeated childhood sexual assault :/

Okay, fuck, Dick is already making me work for that body count list.

OKAY.

He castrates the torture guy, stabs another guy in the eye with a birdarang and drops a guy from the ceiling. I’m pretty sure they’d all live, if be permanently disabled. BUT. The last guy, he throat punches and then hits in the head so hard with his own gun that there’s a huge fucking blood splatter on the window, so I am counting that as a half-kill.

I’m OuT oF tHe LiFe - Dick Grayson (definitely not wearing the Robin suit again. Nope.)

Ah, more meledorama.

Rachel finds the money and Dick’s custody arrangement letter. She is not happy about it. She shows Hank, who isn’t ever happy about anything.

And then The Family show up to kidnap Rachel, so problem solved I guess?

[More Titans Rewatch here :D]

#Titans rewatch #titans (2018)#hbo titans #This one is so much longer i'm sorry lol #i tried to actually like. recap the episode this time. bear with me while i get the hang of this #EDIT: THE LINK IS FIXED stupid tumblr not letting the chronological link work on mobile >:(

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shade-pup-cub · 7 months

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Hey guys!! So I decided to wait for Febwhump to come around, but I still wanted to post some old non-published and Ao3 published whumps this month.

Title: Breathe

Who: Time x Malon

CW: GSWs, mention of blood and injuries

It was one of those missions where Time would be gone for days on end for work. His profession wasn't something he talked about with his boys, but Malon knew. She knew the risks of him working for the royal family, especially since they had him and his two brothers doing their dirty work. There were countless times where he would text asking if the boys were asleep so he could get in without the boys seeing blood stained clothes, even if it wasn't his.

It was nights like tonight, storms rattling the house and every sound making Malon jump, that she wished her husband would retire. They had children, twelve children to be exact, that needed him. She needed him.

She tossed and turned in her cold, lonely bed. She unlocked her cell phone to double check every media and secret communication app she had to see if there was any news of him coming home. Nothing. The lightning struck when she laid her phone down and it made her gut twist more with anxiety.

Something was wrong. She could feel it.

Her phone rang, scaring her with a gasp. It was… Fierce… She swiped over to answer, frantically asking, "Fierce, is everything okay?"

"Malon, Sheik is headed your way. When she gets there, you need to get up to the hospital." His deep tone had an unusual distressed sound to it while talking to her.

"Where's Time, what happened?"

"It was a set up."

In the background, Malon could hear Time holler out in agonizing pain, then panting before trying to bite back the pain with a choken sob.

Dark was trying to get her husband to calm down. "It's gonna be okay, I promise. Hey, keep pressure, we are almost there. Stay with me, Time. Time? Time?! FIERCE, PUNCH IT!!" The phone call ended with the sound of their car accelerating.

Her heart nearly stopped. This wasn't happening. This isn't happening. She pulled the covers off and scrambled to grab clothes, shoes and her purse. Where are the damn keys?!

She made it to the kitchen, but halted in her tracks when she saw a single lamp light on in the living room. "What are you three doing up?" She didn’t mean to scold them, but it was two in the morning. Twilight, Warriors and Sky startled.

“Sorry.” Sky said first, face showing that he truly was.

Twilight looked down, combing his fingers through the long blonde locks of the one lying against his chest. “Neither of them could sleep.”

Malon looked over at Warriors, Wind curled up in his lap. Her sweet boys.

“They came crashing into our rooms when the storm blew in.” Wars explained.

“Why do you look like you are about to leave?” Twilight asked, eyeing his mother’s purse in hand.

“I- Your-” None of her words would form correctly.

Sky turned more to face her. “Mom, what’s wrong?”

Her other two older children started to get more worried when the tears welled up in her eye. Wars kept a level tone. “What happened?”

“Where’s Dad?” Twilight had a darker tone. It was much like Time's when he grew concerned.

She took a stuttered breath, trying desperately to sort through her thoughts. "Sheik will be here soon. No one leaves the house to go anywhere or do anything. I don't know the details, but there was an incident and I'm headed to the hospital to figure everything out."

"W-what are we supposed to tell the others?" Sky's voice broke.

Malon stroked his wavy hair, "Exactly what I just told you. Twi, I'll text you updates so keep your phone charged." Seeing headlights, she kissed them bye and rushed out the door, finally finding the keys. Sheik fully pulled up when she hopped into the truck.

The hospital seemed further than normal as the farm truck rumbled under her. Hitting lock, she ran for the ER doors.

"How can we help you?" The young lady at the check in station asked.

"My husband was rushed in not long ago. Last name Lon."

"Malon?"

She turned and saw Fierce walking around the corner. "Fierce, how is he? Where is he? What happened?" Her arms shook as they wrapped around her brother-in-law.

"Come with me, we will have more privacy." He kept an arm around her shoulders as they walked to the second floor.

He sat her down before sitting across from her, keeping her hands in his. She couldn't tell his emotion since it was changing so fast on his face. "Fierce, I need to know, how bad is it?"

His brows pinched, still not looking at her. "It's worse than Termina. We at least knew what we were walking into then. This… this was planned and it is probably due to the fact that we three know too much. We were to be eliminated. Time insisted on taking point. He walked through the door we were told to go through to grab the asset, but the second he slipped in they were upon us. H-he took six shots: one in the shoulder, two in the chest, two to the gut and one grazed his neck."

Her world was crumbling with every word he said. This isn't happening.

Before she said anything to him or asked something, Dark emerged from the nearby bathroom. His skin looked raw from scrubbing it. She didn't need the thought or sight of her husband's blood caked on his skin and she mentally thanked him.

Dark slowly looked up, eyes locking onto her. Though his eyes were ruby red, she could tell he had been sobbing. "Dark-"

He landed on his knees at her feet. She pulled him close, pulling Fierce in too. She wept with them.

They were the only ones in the surgical waiting area, pacing and texting loved ones. It was nine in the morning when someone knocked on the entryway, making the three nearly have whiplash. They were on high alert. "Twi, what are you doing here?"

"We were all going crazy at home and figured being near you guys was a safer bet. Plus we wanted to be here for you."

"We?" She asked.

All her sons made their presence known. Wars was still holding toddler Wind. Legend and Hyrule were sticking close to each other per usual for the two biological brothers. The quintuplets: Green, Blue, Red, Vio and Shadow, were holding hands, all in different stages of tiredness. Wild was leaning against Sky, both had red rimmed eyes. Sheik was behind all of them.

Malon's chest squeezed around her aching heart. The boys loved their father, even if not all of them were biological. The love was returned whole heartedly. "Come on then, you boys come rest in here."

Mounds of pillows and blankets scattered across the floor and chairs to sleep. The mother looked at all her children, each already having gone through so much for such a young age.

Shadow was being held by Dark, those two were thick as thieves. The little one was overjoyed when he found out that Time was a triplet and one of them looked similar to him. Only difference was the hair color. Actually, all of the quintuplets were excited seeing Dark, Time and Fierce together the first time since they looked similar, but were still different in their own way.

Sky had a white and blue blanket wrapped around his shoulders, leaning into Fierce's side. Like Shadow, Sky couldn't wait to meet Fierce since he had never met anyone else with white eyes like himself. Fierce taught Sky to love his own self, white eyes and all.

Hyrule, Legend and Vio were in their own pile of blankets on the floor, snores coming from all three.

Wars, Wind, Green and Blue were in another pile of comfort. Wind hadn't let go of Warriors once.

Twilight and Wild, both biologically Malon and Time's sons, never played favorites to each other. Though when Wild needed the extra comfort, he always could be found in his brother's lap.

Malon's most emotionally driven son, Red, was asleep in her arms as she hummed a simple toon from her childhood. It helped the hours pass by.

It was another four hours until the doctor that her husband only trusted, came out to speak with the family. "Mrs. Lon?"

Malon stood and handed Red to Sheik who was just finishing telling some of the boys embarrassing stories of when Time was a child. "Yes, how is he? Is he going to be okay?"

"Maybe we should talk more privately, away from the ears of children." With that, Dark and Fierce also followed the doctor to a different room to talk of the situation at hand.

"Your husband suffered a great deal of blood loss and damage to a few vital organs, but we were able to repair them and do blood transfusions. His body is weak right now though and we had to keep him ventilated until his heart rate and blood pressure evens out. It may take a day or a week. But-" The doctor paused, seeming to be lost for words himself as he looked at the wife in front of him. "When he arrived, he hadn't been breathing for over ten minutes. Once a person gets to seven, there is a chance of brain damage."

“When will we know for sure?” She gripped a hand from both of her brother-in-laws, waiting for the punch.

“When he becomes stable.”

Dark spoke up, “But you said that could be a week away. Could his lungs become dependent on the machines?”

“They could.”

There’s the punch.

Malon started to feel dizzy, gripping the two people's hands tighter. She needed to sit or she was going to fall. "C-can we see him?"

The doctor gave a sympathetic smile. "He is in post op waiting to be taken to a room, so only one person is allowed back right now. We are setting him in the protected ICU room. Last thing anyone needs is royal guards storming in."

Malon knew the room he referred to. It was a hidden room that only specific people knew about.

Following the doctor to see Time, she had to remind herself that he was truly alive and to keep one foot in front of the other.

It was a full week before Time was stable. The idea to wake him had nearly gone out the window, but Malon had hope. They had tried once before to wake him, but he was non responsive to the questions asked. Though he laid so still in the hospital bed, his heart rate would spike, going into afib within seconds.

In later tests they unfortunately had determined that his brain had suffered worse than expected and the only way to see if he would live any kind of life, was a breathing test.

"When we remove the hose, we will have to wait a couple of minutes to see if he will take a breath on his own." The doctor spoke softly to the four in the room.

Twi was headstrong like his father and refused to wait outside for an answer. "What if he doesn't?"

Malon could tell he was trying to be strong. Her boy didn't need to be carrying the burden of being the man of the household that he was clearly already trying to be. He didn't need to grow up that fast, he was only sixteen. He needed to know that he wasn't alone and that he didn't have to have the weight of his father's responsibilities on his shoulders.

"He will be on life support. What happens after that will be up to your mother, but all options will be clearly laid out so she will have an informed decision."

No one mentioned the stuttered breath taken by the teen.

Malon held onto Time's hand like her life depended on it and in a way, it did. Time was her rock, her high ground, her safe place. He was the one that knew her deepest fear and anxieties. How to sooth her when life seemed to push them to their limits.

"Are you ready?"

This wasn't happening.

The doctor pulled off the hose and they waited.

"Breathe, Time, please just breathe…"

This isn't happening.

#Whumptober dabble #old writing #Parental Time and Malon #GSW warning

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heliosthegriffin · 2 years

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Jaune tries streaming

Jaune looked at his set up, curious as to how well this would work out.

He was a thirty-three year old man, and a teacher, in theory this was a way for him to make video’s and lessons for his students that were sick, or had a reason to miss class, or were too busy to come to class.

But, he’d also be lying if he didn’t think the idea sound at least a little fun, and maybe, some of his lessons would help those kids out there who couldn’t afford a huntsman or huntress tutor.

He hit the on switch, hoping for the best.

He looked to his monitor and could see himself, Jaune waved back at himself, and smiled, he wasn’t online yet, but everything was looking fine.

So far this one-man show hadn’t burst into flames just yet.

Time to take it online.

Taking a deep breath, he straighten and smoothed out his appearance. “Hi everyone, if you’re from Signal, you’ll know me, but if you don’t, I’m Jaune Arc, a teacher at said academy. I’m a semi-retired Huntsman, and most of all, just a dude. So, feel free to come and relax, and chill, maybe I’ll drop some wisdom!”

Jaune blushed, mumbling. “Brothers, that sounds stupid.” He looks at his view counter seeing it barely hitting five viewers, but still startling him that he was getting any at all.

He shook his head. “If you can withstand my moments of stupid, that is.”

Looking at the monitor, there was no comments, but that wasn’t surprising. “So, anyway, I’ll try to do some small lessons on stuff I’ve learned over the years, for my students that can’t make class, out sick or something. I’ll try to cover the days lessons, and break it up with some fun activities in between. Sounds fun?”

Nothing in the chat.

“It won’t always be classes, though! Just stuff, I think is fun, don’t worry, I’ll put a disclaimer whether it’s a class stream or not!” Jaune said with a smile at the camera.

“So, I guess, I should go over what kinda of lessons I teach?”

Jaune decided to stop looking at chat, and just focus on doing the stream, he could worry about comments, if any, later.

“I teach fundamentals of team-building, leadership, and co-operation. Though, I do occasionally help with teaching the kids how to fight, so I might drops some pointers here and there, if it comes up.”

He took a deep breath, then a idea came to mind. “Let’s get started with some stretches, I like to start my classes with stretches. Its good for getting rid of excess energy, keeps the mind more active. You wouldn’t believe how much energy these, we’ll you kids, if any of my student are watching,” Jaune shakes his head as he starts to get tongue-tied. “My students have a lot of energy, that’s what I’m trying to say.”

Jaune widens his feet to slighter far than shoulder’s width. “Let’s do some hops?”

Over the next five minutes, Jaune went over some-basic warm-ups, until he was satisfied.

“Alright, you guys and girls, good? Not to exclude those in-between, that is! Anyway, I’m going to go over my lesson today, then we’ll take a break half-way through, cover the rest of the lesson, and finish off with something fun? You guy-, I mean all of you in? I hope so!”

Jaune took a deep breath, then exhaled. “Now, I’m going to lead with what I always tell my students on the first day. When you’re in charge of a team, it does not allow you to control your teammates, you are not they’re king, you are not they’re mayor, and you’re certainly not they’re mom or dad! Or at least, I hope not...

“I’m getting off topic, but being a leader, is about being in a position of mutual trust, you’re trusting your teammates to follow orders, and they’re trusting you to make the right call. You can’t be a good leader micromanaging them, you have to let them make they’re own calls sometimes. In fact I’d go as far to say as, that you can’t be a good leader if you don’t know your people, as the best way to make good calls, is to know your team, and know how they’ll do in a situation, if they’re not good at it, swap them out and put them in situation that they’re great at.

Jaune takes a drink of water. “I know that this sounds easy on paper, and it is, but itself. It’s easy to know a person, but a million different things can complicate a simple plan. Someone’s mood, emotion state, a feud between teammates, the weather, they’re fears and wants, things like that, and still part of the reason you need to know your teammates. So lets say, you have a big strong fighter and you have a slow, but very durable Grimm, well send them in!”

Jaune held up a finger. “But, wait! It’s raining! You’re fighter is afraid of thunder! They’re not fighting as good, they’re losing! Now, you need to come up with a different plan, like how are you going to beat the Grimm, or get your teammate out alive.”

“Now, if you knew those things, then you would have held the big fighter back, and thought of a different plan, like luring the Grimm into a kill zone, or a trap, or maybe you have a fighter with a advantage in this situation that would have helped.”

“Know you’re teammates, and you can deal with 99.9% of situation, if you meet the 00.1% run.”

Jaune continued on with his lesson until it was break time. “Alright, lets call a break. Anyway questions?”

Looking over to the chat, he smiled as he saw he had one message, so read it out without thinking?

“Do I eat ass?” Jaune said out-loud and innocently, his mind not realizing what he had said. “Ask your mom.” Before he responded like he would to Yang or Nora.

Then blushed realizing what he had out-loud. “Alright, ending stream! Goodnight!”

Jaune sighed and got up. He really hoped this wouldn’t come back to bite him, or lose his job at Signal.

#Jaune Arc #Jaune tries streaming

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