#(because they HAD trust they had an UNDERSTANDING they were close to equal grounds they Saw each other and he decided it wasn’t enough.)

[tojisun]

a cute idea just popped in my head!! imagine other bikers give simon an upside down peace sign (meaning ride safe/keep both wheelson the fround hehe) when his s/o with him. and she just waves her hand to others <3 they're the cutest couple 🥹

i definitely need a biker boyfriend in my life, yeah... that was all and now im going!! have a great day/night bestie <33 ☀️🌙

IM SORRY FOR JUST REPLYING TO THIS RN BUT AHHHH OH MY GOD THAT IS SO ADORABLE IM GONNA CHOKE!! thank u sm for sharing this omg ^3^

this ones short n told from outsider’s pov teehee <33

biker!simon mlist / star divider by @/plutism

ajax’s head turns when he hears the short honk from logan, the other whirling past the speeding sedan to trail beside ajax’s bike. he watches as logan brings his hand up, two fingers jutted out, and makes a pointing motion somewhere in front.

ajax follows logan’s signal, sitting up on his bike to see past the hoods of the cars, before catching sight of the infamous ‘ghost rider’ – a funny name given that the bike doesn’t remotely look like the harley that was used in the film, but one that stuck anyways. it was dubbed by a fan after seeing ghost in his first ever rally and ghost, with his sleek black skull mask and extra flare, took upon the name with pride.

but that’s not what logan was pointing at, ajax’s sure, because perched behind ghost’s bulk is a smaller figure, one whom ajax remembers hearing about – ghost’s darling girl. the man’s other half even when they’re polars of each other; sun and moon, or however else the two are described.

ajax isn’t really sure who started the rumour that the two are opposites because last time they all met, simon and his girl were equally… grossly in love.

finishing each other’s sentences, actions matching up even when they’re not looking at each other, defending each other’s honours type of grossly in love.

simon pulling his girl’s chair towards him because – and ajax thanks the otherman’s tact – it would have been too much if he just plucked her from her seat and plopped her on his lap type of grossly in love.

but ajax understands why – you’re simply such a beautiful person.

ajax’s not a shy guy – he’s sure shyness naturally gets replaced the moment one begins trusting themselves with their lives as they take on a bike – but there he had been, stuttering when talking to you. you had asked him how he knew of ghost and ajax swears it was like he almost forgot anything about himself. even how to ride a bike.

but you were so genuine with your interest in getting to know him that he felt so relaxed being around you; stutters getting replaced by the sureness in his voice, previous embarrassment getting trampled and replaced with comfort. ajax left that night feeling like he’s just been adopted as your older brother, lack of blood relations be damned.

logan’s light honking snaps ajax from his thoughts again and he turns to his friend, sending him a nod, before the two are revving their bikes to catch up to ghost rider.

when the two are close, logan splits from ajax until they’re flanking ghost on either side. it’s ajax who presses his horn button to catch ghost’s attention.

it’s laughably endearing how both you and ghost whirl your heads to turn to ajax, and while ajax can’t see ghost’s expression he’s blessed to see the way your glare melts away the moment you make eye contact with him.

one of your arm untangles from ghost’s waist to offer ajax an excitable wave. ajax raises his hand and points two fingers to the ground – ride safe! – hoping that you understand what it means, let alone know that it means anything.

ajax’s eyes flit towards ghost’s head and even though the other man is all visored up, ajax sees him nod back before returning the gesture.

logan honks on the other side of the pair and ajax watches as the interaction was mimicked. you give logan a happy wave as well and logan, the bastard, replies with a flying kiss.

ajax laughs when ghost flips logan off.

OH HOW ADORABLE THIS CONCEPT IS IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING AND KICKING MY FEET!! hope u liked this <33

adding more characters in this fun lore teehee >:)

[bingusbongu]

I saw your post of villanious and I smile bc there's barley any content 😔. Of you have time can you write about how would Dr Flug act around black hats apprentice (like they been raised and taught by black hat to the point they could be considered black hats kid/grandchild) Because he is secretly in love with them?

♡A/N: dawww ty!!!! Villainous has been one of my favorite fandoms like ever- and i enjoy writing for these sillies!!!! There is hardly any Villainous writers rn, and im here ti fill in that place!!!!! Besides, i love writing for my favorite nerd<3333 hope you enjoy~!!!♡

Dr. Flug × Blackhats apprentice reader!

▪︎ he didnt believe it for one second! Blackhat, with an apprentice? Absurd! That was highly unlikely! It made the doctor laugh out loud at the thought. Blackhat would hardly have time or the patience to take in some random villain under his wing

▪︎ until he met you

▪︎ when Blackhat called the team for a meeting in his office, he surely expected it to be another mission. He was not optimistic about it

▪︎ instead, to his suprise, Blackhat mentioned a new member joining the team. Flug could hardly believe it! But what caught him off gaurd was how fondly Blackhat talked off this person, as if this was someone he had knew. And with that, Flug expected the worse. Blackhat hardly had time for friends, and if it was atleast an alley, then they had ro be strong, scary, and murderous like his boss was.

▪︎ you can say for sure he was caught off gaurd when you were introduced. You looked.. normal, like.. a person. And Blackhat let you stand near him, and the demon himself spoke fondly about your abilities, almost proudly. This spiked the doctors curiosity

▪︎ Bkackhat decided that you would join the trio on one of their next missions. 505 was ecstatic to have a friend, and Demencia could care less about another member. Flug though? This poor man was petrified. Was this a test???? Would you be observing them and reporting their work back to Blackhat?? Did Blackhat not trust them enough to do their jobs properly???? These questions sent the doctor spiraling

▪︎ when the time comes for the mission, Dr. Flug was nervous as all hell. Deciding he was going to go out of his way to impress you! If you were here to test them, then he sure was going to do his best!

▪︎ he ended up getting so nervous he nearly crashed the hat plane because he wasnt paying attention

▪︎ he was distracted! He was tring his best to observe you and understand you. You were hardly even seemed like a threat. For instance, you pet 505 willingly! Thats something no villain, let alone a favor of Blackhats would even come close to doing

▪︎ you just seemed... normal to him. What was so special about you?

▪︎ until he was in trouble

▪︎ he was pinned, unsure what to do. His plan didnt go out well at all, and he was doomed for absolute failure

▪︎ he expected to be beaten by this hero, he waited for the pain but... it never happened

▪︎ Instead, he found you where the hero would be, effortlessly throwing the hero off of Flug, and throwing him into the nearby wall without any struggle. A fierce look behind those eyes, as you snarled at the hero. Before you turned your attention back to Flug, and offered him a hand up

▪︎ he was stunned

▪︎ Maybe he understood why Blackhat was fond of you, after watching you easily ground a hero before his own eyes, he was in awe

▪︎ afterwords, on the way back from the mission, Flug nervously thanked you, and you just smiled and told him it was no trouble

▪︎ Flug and you got talking, the doctor ended up learning about you and Blackhats backstory. He hardly believed it at first, but then again, he couldnt ask Blackhat about it, that was a death sentence.

▪︎ you two ended up getting along!

▪︎ Flug was still equally terrified of you, getting extreamly nervous in your presence

▪︎ He had to do some research, because he didnt fully believe your story, observing yours and Blackhats interactions. He seemed to value your opinion abit more than he did witg the rest of the crew, but he also pointed out each flaw in your work. Not like he woukd do with Flug in disappointment, but like he was teaching you

▪︎ Flug was ultimately confused, but he decided not to dig into it anymore, just incase something bad would happen of he found out to much

▪︎ he wa just confused on how you werent so hostile abd scary like Blackhat was, and alas, he would never know

▪︎ you got to come along on missions with the trio! And to Flugs suprise, you worked really well with his plans. You two even made a good team together! Undoubtedly, the first person to actually follow along with his plans, and that was enough to make him value you alot more.

▪︎ you two didn't really spend to much time together. He was usually busy in his lab, or you were busy following Blackhat around as he taught you things

▪︎ though, occasionally, you would have free time, and come and visit Flug down in his lab!

▪︎ he was suprised at first, but he hardly minded, after all you didn't touch anything, and you were more curious about asking him of his projects, which he was happy to explain to you

▪︎ he liked when you came down to visit him, although it wasnt constant, he enjoyed your company, and your curiosity of his projects, he liked talking to you. It was always so quiet down in his lab, he usually talked to his robots or to 505, it was nice to have a an actual back and forth conversation

▪︎ when he first noticed his likness to you, it was when you were helping Blackhat with his work, and spotted Flug out thd corner of your eye. And you stopped to wave at him!

▪︎ you actually stopped your work, just ro acknowledged him.. for some reason, that made his head spin

▪︎ once he realized he liked you, he desperately tried to push his feelings away. He was confident that it would never work, after all, Blackhat would forbid it , or turn him into a pretzel if he found out that one of his workers grew a fondness for his apprentice

▪︎ But, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't deny it. Especially during missions, when you taunted the heros and maniacally rip them to shreds, it makes his heart skip.

▪︎ or the way you punished heros???? He is smitten

▪︎ Demencia definitely noticed the hopelessly lovesick look on Flugs face abd teased him about it

▪︎ he just, couldnt help it! No matter how much he tries to bury you out of his mind, the moment where you saved him from that hero lingered in his mind. And it made him sigh each time the memory would replay in his head, just the way you looked at him was enough to make him swoon

▪︎ He had to face the fact

▪︎ that he was hopelessly in love with what he believes could never be, no matter how much he longs for it

▪︎ Little does he know... an apprentice who struggles with their hopeless love<3

[5tar-5hin3]

Saw you were looking for requests, so here I am!! Could you possibly write prompts or headcannons for Floyd who is a clingy or an overprotective best friend towards the reader. Like he's always holding hands with them or being protective around his brothers. It can be best friends to lovers if you'd like. And everything else is up to you. Make it as fluffy as possible.Have a great day/ night!! 😖💕

I will most certainly write some protective headcanons! I love my protective boys! I’m gonna do all the brothers except Branch and Bruce (THEY’RE MARRIED RAHH). Wishing everyone the best day/afternoon/night! 💕

Anyways, enjoy my little brozone fans!! 🫶

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Overprotective BroZone HCs

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John Dory

✦ 10/10 on the protective scale

✦ John Dory is very much a fend for yourself type guy if you’re just friends with him. Very protective of his family and lover. He’ll be protective to some extent for his friends though

✦ Making sure you’re ok, someone isn’t bothering you, etc.

✦ He only gets overprotective when you’re dating him

✦ John Dory has to be the worst of the worst

✦ He’s so protective over everything he loves, just imagine an animal being food aggressive. That’s John Dory

✦ You can blame the Neverglades for that

✦ He WILL growl at people

✦ You are not escaping him. He’s always next to you.

✦ He prefers to have his arm around you but will settle for holding hands.

✦ He can get aggressive towards trolls if they get too close, especially trolls he doesn’t know

✦ One time, Bruce was going to give you a hug and John Dory got in his face about it

✦ John Dory was just- in a mood 🤭

✦ It’s INCREDIBLY rare that he bursts out though. He knows when you get uncomfortable and will step in. But usually he’s pretty chill since it fits his cocky persona better

✦ He has a few telltale signs as to when he’s about to go off on someone though

✦ His grip gets tighter, wether on your waist or your hand

✦ His tail (yes, trolls have tails) will flick and hit the ground. Sort of like a warning sign to other trolls

✦ No one understands why he hit his tail because most trolls aren’t as animalistic as John Dory is.

✦ This is a learned behaviour from his time in the Neverglades when he had to scare off other predators

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Clay

✦ 5/10 on the protective scale

✦ Equally protective over his friends and lover

✦ He’s much more touchy with his lover and loves having you near

✦ Despite his new serious nature, he’s still relatively laid back.

✦ He likes wrapping his tail around yours 🫶 He’s just goofy like that

✦ Only gets protective in group settings. More so in situations where he doesn’t know everybody.

✦ He REALLY likes holding your hand when you guys go out

✦ Keeping you close is his way of “protecting” you

✦ Overall just not that protective, it depends on the situation

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Floyd

✦ 3/10 on the protective scale except that one time

✦More likely to be protective over his family and lover than his friends

✦ Floyd is sensitive (as his brozone title) and he gets overprotective easily but isn’t that intimidating

✦ He hates when other trolls touch you. Even accidentally touching you, like bumping into you. He will glare them down

✦ He usually communicates that he’s uncomfortable with something before acting

✦ He’s a BIG hand holder. Loves checking in by rubbing his thumb on your hand (idk how to word it properly 😖)

✦ He loves being near you but trusts you to stand up for yourself if you need to

✦ He understands you have to talk to security and such to get backstage but also hates it

✦ He doesn’t like when you talk to other guys but he knows he can’t stop it

✦ When he does act to protect you, he stands in front of you

✦ He loosely lays his tail around your feet

✦ This is to make sure you’re still there

✦ Trolls usually laugh at his attempts to be “big” and “scary”

✦ He does try though

✦ 9/10 you’re often scarier than he is

✦ The one time he was scary, he doesn’t even remember it

✦ He just knows that a lot of trolls won’t mess with you or any of his brothers now

✦ Another fan of BroZone had tried grabbing at you and Floyd says he just blacked out

✦ No one was seriously hurt but safe to say that people take Floyd more seriously now

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Those are my headcanons for my boys! I hope you like them! ^^

[nexysworld]

I can't sleep, so sleepy thoughts in coming! So I was like thinking what if Bunny met Ada? Like say if she falls in love with Leon and one day he's away and Ada shows up at the door, (I still think he'd still love Ada a small bit) and Ada is telling her so many times that makes Bunny question her relationship with Leon and he gets back and hears everything

Aww man, you really had to hit me with this one didn't you Anon. lol Since you said Bunny reader, I'm assuming we're talking about Yandere!Leon from my Guardian Angel Fic (if not throw another ask my way and I'll do one for regular Leon.)

🖤 By this point, I'd like to assume Leon's plan had come full circle. His little Bunny loves him, trusts him, doesn't question him, etc. Things have been going good for a while (as good as they can when you're trapped with a delulu psycho lol) 🖤 When Ada shows up, I think at first Bunny would be untrusting, especially since this would be the first person besides Leon she's been around in a long time. 🖤 That being said, Ada would probably talk a lot about Leon, personal things she knows, etc. and it would be enough to convince her that Ada is the real deal. 🖤 After all the trauma she's gone through up until now, I think Bunny would be devastated, heartbroken. She'd finally given in to trusting Leon and their new life together -- and now she was thinking about all the things he did when he wasn't home. Was he really working? Was he meeting Ada? Were there other women too? It would make her feel so lonely now and foolish for having given up the fight to escape. 'Maybe he's really in love with her, but I'm just a pet to keep him busy.' 🖤 When Leon found out, his feelings would be complicated. I like to think that Ada was definitely one of the factors behind his now obsessive behavior - the fear of losing someone, wanting to protect and remain in control. 🖤 That being said, she's always been a part of his history he couldn't let go. He never went after her though because she's not an object to him, but someone who's close to equal ground. But he really can't let his Bunny go. 🖤 Ultimately, I think his need to keep his Bunny would outweigh the feelings he had for Ada, especially since he knows Ada would run off again, but Bunny needed him and was already there. 🖤 His heart would shatter seeing Bunny in tears, untrusting of him all over again because of Ada, and honestly, depending on his state of mind, he might finally decide to remove Ada from his life permanently. For someone like Leon, it's far easier to just ignore bad feelings or guilt instead of dealing with them. Out of sight, out of mind literally for anything that wasn't his obsession - not to mention Ada knew his little secret.

🖤 Regardless of how that situation ends - he'd crank the love-bombing up to max. He'd be reminding Bunny every day how much he loves her, how Ada lied to her out of jealousy. Might even give some actual explanations about his job and history. Gifts and physical affection galore. Lots of intimate sex too. Really anything he can think of to help make sure she understands. 🖤 Due to the unhealthy relationship dynamics, I don't know if Bunny would recover any time soon maybe not at all - especially since she still can't leave the property. Any time he went back to work or had to leave for supplies, she'd be very unhappy. 🖤There'd definitely be a shift in the relationship now that Bunny was extra insecure and jealous. This would manifest in mood swings between not wanting his affection at all to needing it, touching him at all times, begging him not to leave, etc. 🖤 Leon's punishments wouldn't have the same effect anymore either as likely Bunny would be apathetic to those kinds of things, especially if she felt there was no longer a point to trying to earn his affection. 🖤 If Leon couldn't love-bomb her enough to fix things, then he'd definitely resort back to gaslighting or finding a chemical at work to help Bunny forget or be more suggestible.

[devatronthechaotic]

Hubris

I am hungry for your presence. For your taste, for your essence. Every bit of you is iridescent. You shine and glitter- In the pale moon's light. Oh, you make me so bitter. My heart pitter platters. To the best of my control. I am losing in this matter. My fingers crave to brush against your face My arms ache to wrap around your figure. I give into the desire, to hold you once more. There I've spoiled myself. A hedonist as I say I am. I pull you close with my hand I graze your face and breathe in the wet scent of rain and fear off of you. I've had enough of this foolish extremity. I've had enough of this foolish heart, that makes me ache for domesticity with you. I've spilled my guts out for you with my love. I put myself out there, I wanted to gain your trust. So I took my heartbreak, a sharp tool indeed. I gave into the black rage, and with a thrust. Everything between us was lost. For that I tried to gift you a gift. But you didn't want it. "Didn't I?" That is what you say. For that one line had never left me so dismayed. I forgive you. So forgive me too. I flay and slice. And now you have a companion in death. Oh, now I leave you to both to stay. I do not bid goodbye. My heart aches without you. I could not rip out my own and gift it to you. Another heart will do. I bend and contort. I offer you my broken heart, in the city of Florence. I loved, I love you. You are the bane of my anger and adorance. I remember you said you built "forts" How unfortunate you cannot protect your feelings from what you love the most. Is that why you are so weak to my advances? Is that why I am weak to yours? Tell me this Will... Will you be the one that fills me whole? With love or with a satisfied stomach? The one that satisfies my hunger for companionship. For an equal person who stands with me and understands me.

We meet again, somehow. I'm not surprised. You my dear, always knew where to find me. Sit here in front of paintings and lighting. Before and after. To be one and whole. Molded into one we become easily confused Before and after, is the only way to tell the difference. The only way to choose. "Strange seeing you here in front of me. Been staring of the after images of you in places you haven't been in years." "If I saw you every day, forever, Will, I would remember this time" We both smiled. And for a moment. A small moment. Here in this museum, we were happy. Please...my sweet William. I love you. You say "We're conjoined. I'm curious whether either of us can survive separation." I take that decision into my hands and I try to saw you off. Then I carry you back home. In the chilling snow. You've had enough. You say goodbye. No matter the calculations I've made. We cannot go back in time. Here I kneel on the snow, brought back in time to when I was a boy. I was vulnerable. I gave myself up. Once more, I do it again, it's because of you.

I stand my ground and find a place. Where you'll always know where to find me.

I smile, you've returned. and in a jealous frenzy I try to destroy what you've formed. A family? No Will, you are my family. In the end, in the end. We fight together, a red dragon. You recall a moment when I once said. "Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight? It appears quite black." Now you say "It really does look black." And for a moment I wanted to laugh. "This is all I ever wanted for you, for the both of us." I say. "It's beautiful." With that, I pull you in and hold you close. Your balance is off, I don't care. We fall back and for a moment we are sound. We hit the water and sink deep. We hit the sand. This is perfect. This alright. This is love.

[butch-chastity]

as The cass enjoyer and dick enjoyer i need your ideal cass & dick dynamic pls 🤲

dick & cass's dynamic is really interesting because, up until the evil cass arc, their canon material together tends to be really good! (even if there's not a lot of it)

cause, like, in the beginning, dick puts up his usual front. he's all about appearing responsible and collected in front of the new, "less experienced" hero:

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #120 / Batman: Family #7

but drops that role the moment he spends a few minutes alone with her.

dick realizes very quickly that a) cass can see through any facade dick tries to play in to, and that b) cass doesn't need him to be someone older & wiser than her.

batgirl #29

compared to dick's other siblings, like damian and tim, cass feels like dick's contemporary, not someone he's mentoring or trying to guide.

they're on equal ground. and, they both know that they can take care of themselves.

this leads them to be pretty silly (for bats) around one another:

Detective Comics #782

gotham knights #45

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #184

because, while i'm not going to outright say that dick is completely himself around her (as in, he lets himself be emotional vulnerable), dick is at least aware that he can't pretend around her, and probably feels at least a little kinship with her.

I mean, they're pretty similar. They enable each other's guilt complexes, neither one of them is comfortable spending a lot of time in one place, and they wouldn't know what a healthy amount of devotion looked like if it smacked them upside the head.

^ that's not even unpacking their similar forms of trauma, which is just. woof. y'know?

cass's insecurities are similar to dick's, in that they're both desperately afraid of slipping up and hurting every one, but also her insecurities aren't similar to his at all because they formed under completely different circumstances and choose to act on those fears in different ways.

i think a lot of what i'm trying to say could be summed up by my own tags on a post:

as well as @/heroesriseandfall's tags on the same post:

also, as cool as dick & cass's canon material is, there isn't a lot of it and the evil cass character assassination ruined EVERYTHING!!!

i want cass and dick in blud together!!!!!! we were so close to having it all!!!! i want it sooooo bad and its so fucked that dc editorial decided to pull BULLSHIT and drag cass through the mud for ??? reasons.

so, tl;dr my ideal dick & cass dynamic is pretty complicated, but looks a little like this:

they trust each other a lot. and they're a little goofy together, because they're on equal ground, and both know they're really damn good at their jobs. the majority of their relationship is quiet, based around mutual understanding and an unspoken desire to fill in the gaps left behind by trauma.

and if i had it my way: they would both live in blud (for at least part of the year) and get shitty midnight coffee together, on the really bad nights.

my absolute favorite interaction they have is in NW vol. 2, even if it happens because dick is busy being a cop:

because, yeah. "what do you need me to do?" that's it.

also, much as i love being recognized as a dick and cass enjoyer, i think the person who's actually thee d&c enjoyer is @heroesriseandfall, who posts about them semi frequently and is actually smart enough to keep a dedicated tag, which i pillaged for screenshots for this post.

thank you, bestie. :>

[suguwuus]

★ study session

"but but but harry became an auro—" not up for arguments concerning hp lore, i left the fandom a long time ago and this is my fanfiction so i can do what i want.

wc: 2.1k words

contains: makeout session, scorbus cameo (yeah i was a fan), swearing

"Miss Y/N? Miss Y/N!" A voice called, cutting through the roaring wind. Your teammates, who you were practicing with, nodded at you. You gave a little salute as you steered your broom down.

"Yes, professor?" Your feet tingled at the feeling of being back on solid ground again. The next Quidditch match of the season was approaching fast, and your fellow H/H teammates had agreed to practice right after leaving potions class.

Professor Potter stood beside a pillar, waiting for you with a fuzzy sweater on and a book tucked under his arms. "I trust that your schedule isn't loaded with homework and deadlines. You understand our lessons, don't you?" He asked as you approached, marching on the dewy grass.

You wondered what his reason was to ask about this. "Uh...yes, sir, pretty much."

"Good. Then are you willing to tutor one of my students?"

"Oh. Sure, Professor. But can me and my team finish practice first?"

"Of course. He's still in detention, anyways. I'll show you where to find him, if you can spare a minute."

Before you could ask who "he" was, your Professor had turned around and gestured vaguely for you to follow. You bit back a complaint.

On the way, your Professor spotted Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter. His green eyes narrowed under his spectacles. "Don't you two have class?"

"We were dismissed early, sir."

"Then I suggest you remind your boyfriend to wash his hands if he hasn't already. Albus cleaned the blast-ended skrewts' cases earlier, and I got word from Hagrid that they have nasty appetites and nastier excretions."

Professor Potter gave them a knowing nod before making his way back into the castle. You jogged to keep up with him, shaking your head at the two notorious boys.

"Almost there, just up these stairs."

"L/N! L/N, is that a broom? Can I borrow it? Make it—what's the word—levitate, please!"

You looked up, confused at the sudden yelling. You stood at the foot of the stairs ascending the detention tower, and if you stepped back outside you'd see a very broken window several yards up off the ground, as if someone had blasted a hole through the stone by means of magic.

You squinted up at the source of the voice, shielding your eyes from the sun. Then you cursed under your breath. Connor Stoll was grinning devilishly, the hem of his robes flapping in the wind as he stood daringly close to the hole.

"L/N!? That's you, right? The broom!" He held out a hand.

"Why?" You asked blankly.

"Because," He emphasized, "I'm gonna fly out of the window and...oh." His eyes trailed over to Professor Potter, and he froze in shock and embarrassment. "Sorry, Professor!"

Professor Potter looked at you with a smile that said, good luck.

"Merlin's saggy left ballsack, stop asking me unrelated questions!"

An hour had almost passed, and you two had done nothing but argue. Connor would not stop fidgeting and asking questions that sent you out of focus, and your temper had been cut short within 10 minutes of being around the boy. Usually you weren't this snappy, but with Connor, it seemed like you were constantly on the edge of hexing him.

"You're really testing my fucking patience, aren't you, Stoll?" You asked with a sharp exhale as you turned a page of your book.

"You tested our friendship and—"

"Oh, I did the testing now? It's my fault? I started it?" This time, you had put on your most poisonous glare, your words seething with detest. He had crossed the line this time, and even though you didn't mention any names or specific incidents, you both knew exactly what you were talking about.

For a second, you thought you had rendered Connor speechless. But then he opened that stupid mouth of his with equal fury. "You didn't start it, but you ended it. No—could you even call that an ending? You left me hanging for—"

"For good reason! How could you say something like that—"

"How could you not say anything—"

"Just tell me you're sorry!"

You laughed without humor, almost tearing the page of your book off. "I'm the one who's supposed to apologize now? My goodness, you haven't changed since third year."

"You—"

"You are so loud," You cut him off and spoke through gritted teeth. "We're in a library."

"Why are you acting like I'm the only one who's been yelling?" Connor stomped his foot and stood up. "Stop leaving yourself out of the narrative! You're not always innocent! Just because I'm the troublemaker, the delinquent, the instigator—does not mean the other person is always the goddamn angel!"

"You're comparing the rumor to me cutting you off?" You scoffed. "Sit down."

He groaned and ran a hand over his face. "You're changing the subject. Of course you're changing the fucking subject. We're going back and forth like always, or how we used to, until you stopped talking to me!"

"Sit down," You repeated. He sat down, almost kicking the bench. You then forced yourself to flip through the book once more. "Let's get this over with, because I never want to see you again."

Saying that seemed to send a shock down your spine. You had always held some sort of grudge against Connor since...the rumor, but you had never said something like that. That hurt for sure. But you couldn't get yourself to apologize. Not yet.

It seemed unfair that he was asking for an apology from you when he was the one who started it with one small, cruel joke. Of course, you made mistakes, too, but no way he was acting like his side of the story was worse than yours. Ridiculous.

Too many things happened in third year. Scorpius Malfoy, on top of being called the "child of Voldemort" had lost his mother in the same year, and you had befriended him out of pure intentions. It was going fine until Connor had to involve himself.

He knew one of your relatives had a bad history with the Greengrass family, so he took it as an opportunity to humiliate you, saying you thing to do with Astoria Malfoy's death. The joke spread, and it continued to spread until people stopped taking it as a joke, prodding you with questions as if you really took part in whatever happened to her. You hated it. You barely even knew her name! It was a joke carelessly thrown around, though you couldn't find what was so funny about it. Often you'd find yourself wondering what kind of sick humor Connor had back then.

But you were thirteen, too. You felt helpless and betrayed, so you opted for the path where you'd deny anyone who brought it up and respond with anger. Whenever Connor tried to get close to you, you shut down and acted like he wasn't there. It shattered you more to stop talking to him, because you had your truths rooted; you knew the rumor wasn't true and that was enough. But you left behind a friendship, a great friendship, even, and the unresolved burden rotted on your shoulders and weighed you down.

You couldn't deny it hurt. How could it not? Too many things were left unfinished, abandoned after you had run from it all. Plans to visit each other over Christmas, pranks you had wanted to pull, reserved snacks for each other that grew moldy and stale. Thinking about it now, you felt an ache that you thought had been gone.

You drew in a breath, ready to get it over with like you always did. You braced yourself, forcing an apology out of your mouth.

"I'm sorry."

You looked up, but Connor was facing away with arms crossed. He beat you to it, leaving you to stare at the back of his head.

"I was a stupid kid. I don't think before speaking sometimes. Sorry. You don't deserve that and...and I...I'm sorry."

Your expression slowly softened as you thought of what to say. He still wouldn't face you.

"It's, um...I forgive you, Con." It had felt like forever since you had last said his nickname. "It's died down, anyway. People...people and I don't care about it as much as we used to." You sighed and propped your head up on your hand. "I'm sorry, too."

He turned to you, still avoiding eye contact. "It's been a long time, you know. Things have been different."

"I know." You slid your notes over to him, where you had summarized your lesson. You put it on top of the open book, which was turned to the most important page as well. "Are we good now?" You asked hesitantly. It felt like a relief to finally talk normally with a friend turned stranger, but it was also a bit jarring to fix things so quickly. Your heart pounded in your chest.

"I guess so. Yes, I mean," He confirmed, glancing over at you. You almost cracked a smile at that nervous puppy expression he had on, something that you had always found endearing about him.

"Hmm...thanks," He said, scanning your notes. Hunched over the papers, his voice was back to normal, and there was less tension between you two.

"You're welcome." As you watched him study, you took the opportunity to have a good look at him. Aside from the times you'd tear your eyes away from him in passing hallways, you had never seen him up close until now. He looked different from his younger self; of course he did. He looked more matured, his hair grew a bit thicker, his brows and jaw more defined, and he definitely got more athletic. You could spot scars here and there, too, most likely results of his recklessness. His robes seemed a little short on him. You made a note to tell him about it later.

He chuckled and mumbled your name, shaking his head. "What happened to your handwriting?"

"What?" You straightened your back and sat up, scooting over to him on the bench to see what he was pointing at. He wasn't pointing at anything, just a blank spot on the page. You cocked a brow and turned to him.

He was gazing at you with something you weren't sure you were interpreting right. Longing? Admiration? Was he flirting? The little smile on his lips gave it away. You felt guilty for the thoughts that started to drift into your mind. You shouldn't be acting so quickly, so rashly, giving into your desires right after resolving a year-long quarrel—

But then you found yourself on his lips, breath shaking as you hesitated to touch him. He gently took your wrist, putting his quill down and guiding your hand over to wherever you wanted it. When you settled on his arm, he slowly turned on the bench so he was straddling the seat, and facing you.

"I missed you," He mumbled breathlessly, almost whining against your lips. "I miss you, I miss you..." You hoped Madam Pince wouldn't have happened to be passing by, but with the way he was kissing you, that thought vanished almost immediately.

"Y-You're so...you're so..." You trailed off, unsure of how to describe him or whatever you were feeling. It didn't feel real, being there and holding him. A bit strange that that was what was happening after you two made up, but you couldn't deny he was spending your time in a way you wouldn't regret.

He chewed softly on your bottom lip, making you yelp and pull away. "Slow down, jackass."

"No," He giggled, before going back to kiss you. Hard. Your hands on his collar, his hands on the small of your back, sighing in both relief and , studying materials left abandoned.

Footsteps approached and you broke apart. Connor coughed loudly, avoiding the eyes of his older brother and the eyes of his friend.

Teddy Lupin, sporting bubblegum pink hair, wiggle his eyebrows at Connor. "Didn't know you were capable of making someone enjoy kissing you. Did you enjoy that?" He turned to you. You felt your face go hot.

You were about to stutter out an answer when Travis cut you off, rolling his eyes at the other two. "I thought you were being tutored. Anyway, someone's looking for you."

Connor stood up, smiling giddily. He tossed his things into his book back and shooed them away. Then he turned to you. "I'll come back to you later." You waved, speechless, and he walked away with kiss-bitten lips.

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My take on Slytherin Sirius Black

I can easily picture prongsfoot as rival, were they not sorted into the same house. The spark will be there, of course. They are equal when they are friends and they will be equal when they become enemies.

Though I think that when they were friends, they played a very important role in the other person's life that formed into their canon personalities.

Like how Sirius felt loved and cherished. Allowed to make mistake and learn from them in a secure environment because James wont scorn him.

James on the other hand learned the cruel realities of life from Sirius. I mean yes remus still will be his werewolf friend. But what happened to remus is like an extreme case but with Sirius he learned about how sometimes in life the people close to you and those responsible to take care of you, hurt you the most.

I think that being Sirius's friend helped him learn responsibly towards friends, wife and son.

Also I have this theory that the things my parents handled pretty well while parenting me, I could be bad at those aspects of parenting myself. While the matters for which I have complaints towards my parents, I will remember to not repeat them with my kids.

So applying that concept. James who is sheltered and spoiled won't know much about being a good parent until he acknowledge that some parenting can be bad without parents having any ultimate evil motive.

Another thing i feel is that Sirius played a really monumental role in canon James getting together with lily. Like how in swm he tells James that lily thinks he is conceited. Remus and Peter never had the guts to be candid with James. Sirius was the only one who grounded him.

So I conclude in a world where James doesn't gets Sirius as his friend, he will have problems getting a balance footing in early adulthood. He will require a little more time in learning himself without his soul mate. Following that logic I feel that in Slytherin Sirius universe James won't be married with kids at the age of just 20.

Sirius on the other hand will have a bitter and pessimistic attitude towards life in general. But to make him a loner is a sin in my dictionary. Even depressed post azkaban sirius who was without James had formed good relationship so why so many writers write him friendless and pathetically alone is beyond my understanding. His animagus is dog and they like company.

I agree that yes nobody can be James level but that is true in reverse for James too. But implying that he can't form other important relations without James is too cruel a characterisation if you really are a fan of canon Sirius.

Also I feel that despite being a snake, he will still rebel as much as he can. He is a morally strong person and just because he wears green doest means he looses his goodness.

He will be a lot more callous without James to smooth his rough edges. He will still have a loyal group of friends in Slytherin house who will trust him and he will trust them. (If you believe like jkr that all Slytherins are evil and bad people than i don't even know what to say....)

He will have a career post hogwarts. Maybe a healer or curse breaker Or animal whisperer lol... I picturise sirius to be too restless to just sit around and do nothing...

He will still struggle with his family. Just because he is a Slytherin doesn't mean that the sibling rivalry and animosity bw him and Regulus will vanish. I mean common. I have never seen two brothers who had stable relationship in their teen years.

So I can easily picturise an enemies to lover prongsfoot. (Single/ unmarried) James Potter who is almost lost and purposeless about life in general. Sirius who feels bitter towards life but shows nothing on the outside.

Them meeting and realising the similarities of their problems. The effortless connection. A beautiful love story.

( P. s. - I really would like to read one where James has not got a wife and kid in a Slytherin Sirius fic. I like my protagonists untied and free and clean of this particular baggage to explore that dynamic without their partner being the issue in them being together.

Like their rivalry and character growth would be enough for angst without involving lily and harry.)

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Clan of Three (Book 2) Chapter Seventeen

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Seventeen: The Choice

Summary: (Y/N) deals with the separation from their buir and their feelings surrounding their own identity in the Force and Way.

Mouse Note: A second chapter to make up for no update yesterday! <3 Forgive me!

            (Y/N) took a deep breath and tried to focus inward as Luke was demonstrating. Grogu was equally distracted by the jumping frogs. Luke was the only one who could properly meditate. (Y/N) occasionally succeeded, in fact, but only on their own. And even then they felt like they always connected to the Force in a separate way to Luke’s methods. They didn’t clear their mind of emotions; in fact, they reached out with them, asking for peace and happiness in the midst of their confusion.

            It didn’t change that they still couldn’t do the Jedi thing like Luke did. Could they manipulate the Force more easily? Yes. But could they keep their emotional attachments from returning every moment they weren’t focused on training? No. (Y/N) still struggled with their abilities because they were unhappy. Luke advised that they work on letting go and allowing their attachments to close, but (Y/N) couldn’t. In fact, not allowing their emotions only made the issues work. It was only when they were alone, allowing themself to really feel, that their control of the Force really showed its improvements.

            A sigh broke their silent contemplation, and they opened their eyes to see Luke watching them clearly not connecting to the Force and Grogu trying to eat a frog. (Y/N) looked away guiltily, and Grogu dropped the frog.

            “Try again,” said Luke. “Allow your mind to clear. I can sense the chaos within you. Grogu, come with me.” He stood.

            (Y/N) sighed. They were going to get a lecture; they just knew it. They watched Luke and Grogu walk off before standing up and stretching. They brushed the grass off of their outfit. They had a beige undershirt on with burnt orange sleeveless tunic-robes overtop. Their familiar Ushti belt rested around their waist, and their workboots from the farm still rested below brown pants. They might have to look more Jedi-like, but their spirit still remained the same as ever.

            (Y/N) climbed up into the tree they had been meditating under. Instantly, they felt more at ease. It felt much more laid back and like their old ways of hiding on their farmhouse roof on Ushti. Luke wanted them to meditate? Then they would, in the peace and quiet and comfort that nature gave them.

            Sure enough, as they let themselves feel like they were back on Ushti, at home in the world once more, the Force seemed to center around them. When they felt happy, connected with their heart, the Force always moved with them.

            “I see you’ve decided to take your training in a unique direction once again,” said Luke.

            (Y/N)’s eyes snapped open, and their calm air vanished as they toppled from their tree to land on the ground. They grumbled and stood up. “Already done lecturing Grogu?”

            Luke sighed, used to (Y/N)’s defensive measures by now. “Having a discussion is good for anyone.”

            “Then let’s get ours over with,” said (Y/N), walking off towards the woods.

            Luke followed, easily keeping pace beside them. “(Y/N), I understand that you have a hard time trusting people after you lost your parents. I felt the same way after I lost my aunt and uncle. The important thing is to allow yourself to let go of the pain to move forward.”

            “So I can find inner peace and do this Jedi thing in the way you’d like?” asked (Y/N), stopping on a clearing. “Look, I’ve tried your way, but it doesn’t work for me.”

            “Jedi’s fine peace in the Force,” said Luke. “Serenity is the path for us.”

            “But I always connect with the Force around me when I allow myself to feel,” said (Y/N). “I can’t change that. And I don’t understand why there has to be just one path.”

            “Because there is danger in allowing emotions to run rampant. That’s how people find the Dark Side alluring,” said Luke gently.

            (Y/N) looked to the side. They knew they felt anger deeply, especially toward Gideon and the Empire. They couldn’t deny that they wanted a chance to get back at them.

            “I don’t want to hurt anyone,” said (Y/N).

            “I know. That’s why I’m trying to show you another path,” said Luke.

            And yet (Y/N) didn’t feel like this was an either or situation. They felt like there were more options, more paths.

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            Mando awoke as he felt eyes on him. He snapped up from where he’d been napping as he waited for Luke and his kids to appear, pulling a blaster from his belt. He halted his attack when he saw it was just Ahsoka leaning against a tree observing.

            “You. I didn’t expect to see you here,” said Mando.

            Ahsoka smiled slightly. “I’m an old friend of the family.”

            “I thought you weren’t going to help train Grogu and (Y/N),” said Mando.

            “I’m not. Master Luke is,” said Ahsoka.

            “Then what are you doing?” asked Mando.

            “That’s my question for you,” said Ahsoka wryly.

            Mando stood from the bench. “I’m here to see the kids.”

            “That’s why R2 brought you to me instead,” said Ahsoka.

            “What is this place?” asked Mando, looking at the house being built.

            “There’s nothing now,” said Ahsoka. “But it will someday be a great school. Grogu and (Y/N) will be the first students.”

            “I’d like to know how they’re doing,” said Mando.

            “They are both doing fine,” said Ahsoka.

            “I wanna see them,” said Mando.

            Ahsoka sighed. “I know you do. Let us take a walk.” She walked into the woods, and Mando followed. “I warned you when we met that your attachment to Grogu and (Y/N) would be difficult to let go of.”

            “They were Mandalorian foundlings in my care. I just wanna make sure they’re safe,” said Mando.

            “There is no place in the galaxy safer than here with Luke,” assured Ahsoka.

            “I don’t understand why you’re alright with Skywalker’s decision to train the kids when you wouldn’t,” said Mando.

            “Because it was their choice,” said Ahsoka. “I don’t control the wants of others.”

            “Then it’s my choice to go and see them,” said Mando.

            “Of course. If that is what you wish,” said Ahsoka.

            She looked up through the trees, and, curious, Mando followed her gaze. Upon a hill he saw (Y/N) speaking to Luke. They looked so different, dressed in their usual colors but in a new style. Mando longed to call out, but the words were stuck in his throat.

            “Alright,” he said, and, determined, Mando took a step forward.

            “Are you doing this for Grogu and (Y/N), or are you doing this for yourself?” remarked Ahsoka.

            She understood that (Y/N) didn’t seem affected by the Dark Side due to their attachment to Mando, and neither was Grogu, but they had also started to find some stability. Both missed Mando, but they were growing in their abilities. Ahsoka still wasn’t sure what to make of them, but she also wasn’t sure if disrupting their emotions once more would hurt their development.

            “I just…want to give them these,” said Mando softly, removing the two cloth bundles from his belt.

            “Why? So they will remember you?” asked Ahsoka.

            “No.” Mando’s voice wasn’t as firm as it should have been. “As Mandalorian foundlings, they should have these. It’s their right.”

            “Foundlings,” repeated Ahsoka. She crossed her arms. “Perhaps they are Padawans now.”

            Mando didn’t like that. “Well, either way, this armor and knife will protect them.” His eyes remained trained on where Luke was speaking gently to (Y/N). He wanted to be with them, helping them through whatever was going on.

            “If you are set on it, then allow me to deliver it,” said Ahsoka.

            “I came all this way,” said Mando, voice hoarse with emotion. “They’re right there…”

            Ahsoka laid a hand on Mando’s shoulder. “Grogu and (Y/N) miss you a great deal. If they see you, it will only make things more difficult for them.”

            Mando was silent for several long moments as he watched (Y/N), so close yet so far. Forcing his eyes away, he turned to Ahsoka. “Make sure they’re protected.” He handed the bundled gifts to her.

            Ahsoka took the presents and nodded.

            Mando turned before he could hesitate any longer and walked away. Somehow, even after seeing his kids were safe, his heart was heavier than ever as he headed back to the starfighter to leave.

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            (Y/N) stood quietly as Luke walked back down the hill. They were left alone to watch as a N-1 starfighter, gleaming silver, flew up into the sky, away from the small settlement. (Y/N)’s heart had no doubt to who was flying the ship.

            Mando. Din Djarin.

            He had left without seeing them. (Y/N)’s heart ached, and they felt their eyes burn. They blinked furiously. They didn’t have Mando anymore. It had been a year; they should be over this.

            But they weren’t.

            (Y/N) felt deeply that they were meant to leave this planet. They had learned from it, but as Mandalore the Great said, their path was winding. They sensed a change approaching. Whether that meant (Y/N) would return to Mando or not, they couldn’t tell. It would be nice, though. (Y/N) wanted to be back with him.

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            The sun hung lower in the sky over the river as Luke watched (Y/N) and Grogu practice leaping from rock to rock as the Force support them through the air. Ahsoka approached quietly, standing beside them as she observed their training as well. She was instantly aware of how (Y/N) faltered as if unable to trust themself and their ability. This was a regular occurrence but strange since she had seen (Y/N) sneak out and practice on their own, much more secure in their abilities than they seemed now.

            “You’ve taught them well,” said Ahsoka. (Y/N) might not be able to perform in front of them, but they had improved.

            “Grogu is remembering his old training, and (Y/N)…” Luke sighed. “Every step forward ends in two steps back.”

            Ahsoka hummed. He saw the same thing she did in regards to (Y/N). However, she doubted he saw that (Y/N) was unaffected by the Dark Side in regards to their attachment.

            “The Mandalorian was here,” said Luke.

            “As I told you. The three share a strong bond,” said Ahsoka. “And it does not seem as dangerous as it could be to them.” Luke glanced at her, blinking in surprise, and Ahsoka continued, “And the Mandalorian brought them gifts.” She held up the bundled gifts.

            Luke took them. He sighed. “Sometimes I wonder if their hearts are in it.”

            “Perhaps they’re not,” admitted Ahsoka. “I admit I saw the Ushti fight. Their attachment, their heart, allows them to be stronger, in my opinion. If anyone could avoid the Dark Side and keep such a strong heart, it would be them.” She smiled knowingly at Luke. “The Jedi are living in a new world. Perhaps some new perspective will help us avoid the clouded minds that allowed the Empire to rise.”

            Luke was quiet. “What should I do about Grogu and (Y/N)?” he finally said.

            “Trust your instincts. Just as they do,” said Ahsoka, smiling. She turned and walked away.

            “Will I see you again?” asked Luke.

            “Perhaps,” said Ahsoka. She put her fist to her heart and bowed. “May the Force be with you.”

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            The sun hung low in the sky as Luke gathered (Y/N) and Grogu in the small teaching hut the droids had finished building it up. Luke had two bundled clothes on one side of a matt, and on the other were two wooden boxes. Luke sat solemnly across from Grogu and (Y/N).

            The two kids watched as Luke unwrapped the cloth bundles. One held a chainmail shirt, small enough to fit Grogu. The other held a dagger, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. It was their Ushti dagger, beskar reforming the broken knife anew.

            Gifts from Mando.

            “The Mandalorian wanted you to have these,” said Luke.

            Grogu reached out and cooed, and (Y/N)’s fingers twitched at their side to reach for their dagger.

            “But before you take them,” warned Luke as both clearly wanted to take the gifts. “I will give you a choice.” Luke opened the wooden boxes and removed two lightsabers. The tiny one ignited with a green blade, and the regular sized one had a blue blade.

            (Y/N) and Grogu gazed at the lightsabers, the lights dancing before their eyes. Grogu clearly wanted to take the green one, but (Y/N) felt no call from the blue. They weren’t interested in it at all.

            “These are lightsabers,” said Luke. “And I’m offering them to you.” He placed them on the opposite side of the matt from the beskar gifts. “But you may only choose one. If you choose the armor or dagger, you’ll return to your friend, the Mandalorian.”

            My Buir, thought (Y/N).

            “However, you will be giving in to the attachment to those that you love and forsaking the way of the Jedi,” said Luke.

            Why are there only two paths for Force-Sensitive people? thought (Y/N). Why can’t I forge my own way?

            “But if you choose the lightsaber, you will be my first students in my academy, and I will train you to be great Jedi,” said Luke. “It will take you many years to master the ways of the Force, and you may never see the Mandalorian again. Which do you choose?”

            (Y/N) looked between the dagger and lightsaber. They felt no trepidation at Luke’s words. They didn’t feel they were forsaking the Force at all as it still rushed around them every time they allowed themself to follow their heart. (Y/N) trusted their Way.

            And their way was to hone their abilities with their family.

            (Y/N)’s hand closed around the dagger, and the Force hummed in encouragement.

            “Thank you for everything, Master Luke,” said (Y/N). “But my path is taking me somewhere else. This is my Way, and I will find my path alongside the Force.”

            Luke nodded to them. “Remember to trust your instincts. You want to help people. Don’t lose that.”

            “May the Force be with you,” said (Y/N).

            “May the Force be with you,” said Luke.

            Grogu babbled and reached out for his chainmail shirt. He felt the same way.

            (Y/N) smiled. They were Ushti and Jedi, and their clan was with Mandalorians. They could not and would not choose one. They were going home.

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Ronancetober Day 5: Multiverse

what if... we met alternate versions of ourselves from the Upside Down and they were so hot... and we were both girls 😳😳😍💞🙈🥰💗😳

“So, remind me why are we here?” Robin said as she absentmindedly paced the now abandoned trailer.

“I wish I could tell you,” Nancy replied. She was standing in the middle of the trailer, staring intently into the gate open on the ceiling. She looked behind her just in time to catch the playfully raised eyebrow that Robin sent her way. Nancy looked away quickly so Robin wouldn’t catch her smile. “I just want to take a good look at it. Make sure nothing’s changed. I just have this…”

“Felling,” Robin finished for her. “I know. Remember? I had the same dream. We were here together but it was…”

“Different,” Nancy completed the sentence, and this time neither of them looked away in time to hide their smiles. Still, the moment ended abruptly.

“Nance?” Robin whispered with a trembling voice when she saw something change within the portal. A second later, Nancy was pushing Robin away, protecting her, putting her body between Robin and whatever was falling down from the portal. There was a moment of unmeasurable fear of whatever kind of monster they were about to face, but also a great amount of anger at themselves for foolishly putting themselves in this situation. However, then they were possibly more surprised than they had ever been.

“Oh. Good, you’re already here. We don’t have much time and we have to get going if we want to get to the others before they make a mess,” someone said. Someone that just fell from the gate with shocking ease. Someone that physically looked exactly like Robin. Someone that stared at Nancy and Robin with an impatient look, and then rolled her eyes, scoffed, took a step back, and held out her arms.

A second later, a second body fell down the gate, this one was screaming up until the moment she landed safely in the first person’s arms. Then she looked up, and said, with Nancy’s voice and Nancy’s exact same face, “Thank you, Robin.”

“Nance, I’m so scared right now,” Robin, the real Robin, as she immediately started to think of herself, whispered close to Nancy’s ear.

Nancy was still standing between Robin, her Robin, as she immediately started thinking of her, but Robin had also wrapped her arms around her protectively. “Robin, please tell me you’re seeing them too,” Nancy whispered right back to her.

“We really don’t have time for this,” Robin Two, as she begrudgingly accepted she’d be called, groaned.

Robin Two carefully set Nancy Two on the ground and Nancy Two smiled knowingly at her. “Come on, Robin. We have to explain, or else they’ll assume the worse, or run away, or start shooting, because I know that’s your first instinct when you see something you don’t trust or understand and, like, I love that about you, but wouldn’t it be so inconvenient if our versions from the dimension shoot us? Like, sure, it has some fucked up comedic value but-”

“Oh my God,” both Robins said in unison, almost equally endeared by Nancy Two rambling like her life depended on it, gesticulating wildly with her hands and looking up at Robin Two as if she hung the moon in the sky.

That got the attention of the Robin and Nancy from the Upside Down. “Are you two even together yet, or do you need a minute to process? We don’t have a lot of time,” Robin Two said, incredibly practical and competent. Both Nancys’ eyes widened in silent appreciation.

When Robin Two’s words registered, Robin and Nancy finally untangled themselves from one another, blushing and mumbling apologies while Robin Two rolled her eyes impatiently and Nancy Two cooed at them. 

“Okay, hold on a minute,” Nancy said and stopped to clear her throat because a version of herself was staring at her with the wide-eyed look that she was used to seeing in Robin, while a different version of Robin was staring at her with the determined stare that she was more used to seeing in the mirror. They were both wearing identical clothes to what she and Robin wore during their last trip to the Upside Down. “Are you… alternate versions of us from the Upside Down?”

“The Upside Down!” Robin Two exclaimed and snapped her fingers, turning to Nancy Two proudly. “So that’s what they call it. Of course!”

“Robin, do you see it?” the real Nancy said at the exact same time, turning to her Robin with a spark in her eyes and snapping her fingers as she said, “The Upside Down made an exact copy of Hawkins. It also made copies of us. Of course!”

“Oh, this is so trippy,” Nancy Two laughed breathlessly and patted the beret on top of her head.

“I know right!” the real Robin agreed. “Like, holy shit, it’s uncanny. Like, you guys are identical to us? But like… weird, and off-putting? In a good way! Like, as good as the Upside down can be, I guess? I, uh, I don’t mean that, like, as in insult or anything, I’m sure you guys are awesome, not that I’m saying I’m awesome but one of you looks like Nancy and the other one acts like Nancy, so, I’m super confused but not exactly complaining, I guess?”

“Robin,” Nancy interrupted her carefully and with an enamored smile on her face.

“Nance,” Robin Two said at the exact same time. Then she realized what she had said and the way everyone looked at her. “Sorry. I- I’m just used to- Nevermind. We have to go, okay?”

Robin Two took Nancy Two’s hand and confidently led the two of them out of the trailer, leaving behind two very confused and infinitely intrigued Robin and Nancy.

[fcntasmas]

I really enjoy Roy and Jamie's new dynamic too, but honestly, I've always seen them having more of a father/son relationship. I'm not sure I read it as romantic.

i mean you are super entitled to your own opinion babe that is the beauty of media you are allowed to interpret it any way you want (most of the time) but also. if i may.

i think comparing their dynamic to one of a father and son's does them a great disservice. and i mean this from a pure development standpoint -- whether or not you ship them romantically, i think we can all agree that their relationship is one of the best-developed and most endearing in the entire show, and there's a reason why:

they're equals now.

they started off as rivals -- jamie clearly irritated that his childhood idol didn't immediately adore him the way he thought he should (and the way he so desperately desires to be adored, but that's an entirely different post for another day) and roy very clearly seeing qualities in jamie he'd long-since lost or felt he didn't deserve. the whole thing's been dissected to death, so i won't go into it again, but they very much started their relationship on uneven ground. whichever way you want to see it — roy having the upper hand or jamie — they were never truly equals in each other's eyes, a fact further exacerbated by their sharing a love interest that made at least one of them feel like she was "dating up" and "maturing."

which is another point that's so interesting about the roy/keeley relationship — and please bear with me while i go on a bit of a sidebar here, i promise it'll circle back to roy and jamie -- i love them as much as the next person, but the way the show has hit us over the head repeatedly throughout season two that though they love and care about each other deeply, they might not be what the other needs. keeley's only just starting to enjoy her independence, has only just come into her own, and has always appreciated (if not intensely needed) her space — meanwhile, roy desperately needs someone who will stay by his side because he's had the opposite problem throughout his life; he's been too independent, and by losing the person he arguably loved the most at a very young age while he was at an incredible physical distance from him, has learned to show his love through physical closeness.

so the show goes on to spend season two making us fall in love with them as a couple, but also subtly showing the cracks in their foundation — love can exist between two people in its purest form, but that doesn't guarantee lifelong compatibility. so in a way, the show tricked us into believing that keeley dating roy was a sign of her maturing and/or coming into her own, but really, it was very much just another stepping stone towards that.

which brings us back to roy and jamie — though their dynamic was beginning to improve while roy was still dating keeley, the underlying tension between them was still ever-present; and probably would be, so long as one of them was dating keeley, tbh. with keeley out of the picture, they found themselves on equal footing that they'd never found themselves on before — jamie acknowledging that maybe roy was never a "step up" for keeley the way he'd been led to believe, and roy realizing that the presence of love is not enough to sustain a relationship, and that he's no better than anyone else when it comes to these issues.

the idea that from here a father and son dynamic has been somehow established is so bizarre to me, because suddenly, we are seeing them not only acknowledge each other's feelings, but acknowledge them out loud — roy sympathizing (in his own way) with jamie's insecurities when zava came into the picture, and jamie sharing a part of himself and his childhood when roy offered one of his own — they're sharing parts of themselves you would share with a close friend, one you trust to understand you and support you in a way a friend would, and it's been like this from both sides, not just the one; very unlike a father and son dynamic, and again, with neither of them having the upper hand over the other anymore.

like i said, this is less about whether or not you ship them romantically. this is just purely text — they have found a close friend in one another. that's a much more endearing dynamic to me than father and son; because they both so clearly have never had such a close friend before. especially not one they're so compatible with — which is another idea the show takes care to show us:

jamie, who's always been desperate for love and attention and who is canonically unable to feel smothered by anyone — literally, roy took him away from a night out with his teammates and he smiled throughout the entire night, had not a single complaint about it — and roy, who shows his love the only way he knows how to, and needs to be able to show this love without worrying he's making anyone feel the way he made keeley feel (interestingly — smothered!).

their relationship and their dynamic is so special to me because they're developed from this idea that one of them was superior to the other, to suddenly they're both just two men who've had to deal with a lot of sadness and trauma throughout their life, and they've found someone they're comfortable sharing that with and expressing those feelings with. even roy's acknowledgment of him being a giant dick and baby and taking his anger out on jamie last episode (which jamie understood and tried to distract him from whatever he was clearly dealing with) is just another example of them being equals. being friends. being close, in a way one would be to a person who understands you the most.

idk. those are my two cents (plus a whole dollar lol). i hope this kind of cleared up why i, personally, have never seen them as father and son, and why i don't think the show does, either.

[mommydust]

A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing.. (oc x ghost)

A story full of star crossed lovers, angst, betrayal, and unexpected plot twist you won't see coming, and a lesson of you can't trust everyone, not even those closest...

Them Rats.. (Chp. 7)

Drew closed her diary and regret writing it immediately after. She shove it behind her dresser and swallow her nerves as she walked out of her room.

To go against Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil were punishable enough, but being their own daughter and doing so..Drew was unsure of what the consequences would be. But she knew they wouldn't be light.

Drew continued to think on that as she snuck out to meet with Omega, who had told her he had something important to share with her privately.

"Would you like honey in your tea?" Omega asked as Drew sat down at a table in his room that was located on the other half of the church.

"No." Drew mumbles.

"You're mumbling again. What's the matter?" Omega asked as he poured two cups of tea.

"Huh? Nothing..just was thinking about things recently." Drew said.

"Do you want to talk-" Omega began.

"No." Drew mumbles. "Stop going off topic, what is so important that you had to tell me?"

"Sorry just..nervous." Omega said as he placed the tea in front of her and took a seat across from her. His wood chair making various squeaks as he sat down.

Omega sighed and nervously tapped on his cup. "I-..your brother and I.." He began. "Nevermind."

"Come on.." Drew groaned before she sighed. "Sorry..I'm probably not making this better for you. I'm not good at comforting others..but I will listen, I promise." Drew said in a more soft tone.

Omega took a deep breath. "Uh..for some time now..your brother and I have been..uh working together. You know, showing me things we wants to do when he becomes papa, practicing a few songs together..um but-but it came a little more than that at some point."

Drew paused mid sip.

"I know it's sounds odd and unnatural..a human and a ghoul, together. It's something about him, maybe that he's never been afraid of us or thought of us as beast. Or maybe it's way I can feel comfortable around him..the littlest butterflies in my stomach when he's near.." Omega rambled and the realization clicked with Drew.

"You two are together?" She asked.

"Yes..I-i wanted to tell you because I trust you and so does Terzo. I just wanted to ask you personally if it would be okay since Terzo clearly has a special place in his heart for you and vice versa..." Omega said quietly.

"Well..thank you.." Drew began, taking in all this new information. "And as long as you make him happy..that's all that matters."

Omegas eyes squinted with the smiled behind his mask.

"Now that I think about it, it all makes sense between you two." Drew chuckled as her and Terzo walk on a path outside the church. "All the times I've seen you two together seem awfully flirtatious now that I look back."

Terzo chuckled. "Yes, though I'm trying to be better about it. I can't slip up around the wrong people. I hope that when I'm papa I'll be able to bring maybe even the slightest amounts of equality to ghouls."

"Me too.." Drew agreed. "I'm honored that you trust me."

"Of course, you're one of the few people I trust Drew." Terzo admitted.

"You don't trust a lot of people?" Drew questioned.

"You can't trust everyone Drew." Terzo sighed. "There's...there's something not right about our church and the people running it.."

"With ghouls?" Drew asked.

"Not just ghouls, Drew. There's something more than just spreading satanic influence to the outside world with music going on here. Even Primo agrees something is wrong." Terzo said.

"I-I don't understand." Drew said concerned. "Is something bad going to happen?"

Terzo gave Drew a complexed look. "I don't know, but Omega told me that before either of us were born that there was a whole other part of the church that was below ground. It was said to have been used as underground passages to different places inside the actual church."

"Really?" Drew asked.

"I didn't believe it either as every evidence of it has been removed from the church's history, but Omega still has an old map of the whole underground system." Terzo said.

"Why was it removed" Drew asked.

"It's closed off and filled in now because people abused its ability of secrecy.." Terzo began. "A group of cloaked people, not ghouls, humans were said to have frequent meetings. These people sought more than what the church intends. They sought utter power and control."

"Well..were they ever caught?" Drew asked.

"Only 2.." Terzo sighed.

"Out of?" Drew asked hesitantly.

"Omega said an estimated..70." Terzo said. "And what's worse is that people around have done odd things out of the blue, various rooms turned upside down without trace of who, people gone missing..but the church doesn't bring that to the surface. Drew, I have this gut feeling that..that this means someone within the high ranks..maybe the clergy..are one of those people. Maybe more."

"Satanas.." Drew breathed. "So there are "rats" among us still."

"I am afraid there still is, little sister. But do not worry, your big brothers will do everything to make sure you're safe. I won't harm come your way, Drew." Terzo said trying to lighten up the mood.

The heaviness of the idea that a whole secret organization could still be thriving within their very church made Drew uneasy.

With this new information only brought Drew more questions and the truth seemed to hide itself even further..

[silverloreley]

Do you have any headcanons of Lonnie and Jr?(I can't recalled if I asked you)

I don't think you did before, no.

You must already know I think their actual names are Lanying and Shuang, the way we knew them is because of Auradon's habit of giving nicknames tied to the famous parents.

They are very close, the kind of siblings that makes others envy their good relationship. It doesn't mean they never fight, but they are able to solve their issues quickly and smoothly, and can always rely on each other for anything.

Lonnie felt pushed into her girly persona when she joined Auradon Prep by seeing all the girls behaving the same way and not wanting to be left out. It was a mold that never fit and that only the arrival of the VKs allowed her to break.

She's very sensitive to others' pain and very perceptive of people's moods and feelings, even hidden ones, although she doesn't realize it herself most of the time. Shuang is similar yet more conscious of it and can use this ability to help others, which he does wholeheartedly.

They're both kind and open, although there is a lingering worry in them that others may try to exploit their good nature. Despite so, they never shy away from helping people, especially if asked.

Shuang is more careful with money than Lonnie is. In fact, if she needs extra money because she already finished her allowance, she more often asks her brother than her parents. He jokingly keeps count of how much she owes him every month, yet would never take the money back when Lonnie offers to pay her "debts".

Shuang's choice to pursue a career in sports is due to his aversion to the military. It may seem contradictory, given who his parents are, and yet he can't see himself as a soldier if not for life-or-death reasons. He'd 100% go to war to protect his family, like his mom did, but he'd much prefer if he could help the Emperor find a diplomatic solution first and foremost.

Being only a year apart, they were educated in pretty much the same way until they had to go to Auradon Prep. This means Shuang can dance and play chess, Lonnie knows martial arts and swordfighting, they both can ride horses, know multiple languages, and so on. People find it weird how much Shuang knows about etiquette, cooking, clothes, and make-up, but since he wanted to learn, no one stopped him. In fact, Mulan would take the head off anyone who'd suggest he shouldn't learn "feminine" things or that Lonnie shouldn't be such a tomboy.

They're very protective of each other, but they trust they can hold their own ground, intervening only if the other really needs it or outright asks.

Shuang is Grandma Fa's favourite, while Lonnie is Mushu's. Their grandparents love them both equally, although they end up being puzzled by some of their oddities.

In fact, Shuang is an oddball much more than Lonnie is, but only his family knows as he's able to conceal it rather well. He perfected the technique when in Auradon, actually. He feels it makes him more similar to his mother, when she had to conceal her true self for her family's sake when she was in the army, he has to do the same in Auradon. Shang isn't happy about it but understands, Mulan is angry that he feels he has to and would have withdrawn both him and Lonnie from Auradon Prep, diplomacy be damned, had Shuang not assured her they could handle it.

[terrence-silver]

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞ with old man terry?

John has reminded him of the minefield and Terry seeks out warmth.

Or rather coolness, away from the eternal burning out on the fields.

There's a tucked away backroom to the dojo where you sometimes stay, waiting for the classes to be over surrounded by extra lockers, training equipment and neatly stacked tools --- not that Terry wants you waiting in what is effectively the equivalent of a windowless closet space, but he never liked you being seen or eclipsed by anybody --- and that solace is where he instinctually heads to, in silence, seeking a familiar comfort out like a moth seeks out a flame, nearly shaking by the time he finds you there, as on cue, your smile dropping once you spot him and no doubt his expression, standing up from the bench where you tend to sit away from everyone else, a look of concern on your face once he closes the door firmly shut behind him, wanting absolute privacy. Mine. Nobody should see you because you're mine. There's a certain ritualized presenting of the neck in this act of vulnerability, he understands. Him coming to you in this state like a wounded, feral animal. If he was to share with you such a private, personal weakness, he didn't intend to share you as you were with anybody else. The students supposed someone was waiting for him after every class but they've yet to see that someone and he intended to keep it that way. -"Terry, what's wrong?"- You ask worried, coming closer, hands hovering around his shoulders. It wasn't wise to be around him when he was like this, but you're the only one he wished to be with right now. You've never seen him like this. No, you haven't. Terry himself barely sees himself like this. In equal measure, he barely forms the sentence he wants to form.

-"I just want to be held for a little while."-

He gets in control of himself briefly and he utters his words seamlessly --- before you can even say a thing, your eyes brimming with uncertainty, his hands are around you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, refusing to let go, backing you into the wall with his weight. The darkness and the heat of your throat is a refuge and an antidote --- he feels the explosions in his mind cool and quiet down, like a distant heartbeat. The noises and the images John brought back subside. Your arms hang low and limp for a while, possibly confused at the situation and then you hug back and Terry's shoulder's relax. He's not in Vietnam anymore. He's somewhere in the abyss and the place is pleasant with you there. His therapist, while he still had one on stand, told him that having someone around when these episodes and panic attacks took place was good. Someone he trusted. Someone who can keep him grounded. Someone who had context. You did have context. Of the war. Of everything. You simply had no context what John said to him some odd half an hour ago and Terry wanted to keep it that way. Strangely enough, he never wanted you to have a reason to outright despise John. Not even Terry did. He simply despised his own weakness. So, he seeps up the sponged up feeling that leaks out of your embrace and he finds himself pushing you from the wall back to the bench, laying atop of you there and simply being held. Terry might've commanded you to stroke his hair at one point, because you do. It is lulling. The jungle opens and there's a clearing. He loves you, his mind tells him, and with that thought, he falls asleep.

Terry wakes up still being held. You and the darkness are good company.

How hard has he been squeezing you? Tight enough, if you couldn't let go.

[reddragon-cowboy]

Softness doesn’t equal weakness.

The entirety of Niah’s essence bespeaks tenderness, and where natural compassion is produced towards others, either for friends or acquaintances she may barely know. It’s a quality that’s become nestled within the bosom of her heart in which her mother ( now deceased) taught her important principles and values, such as the importance of benignity and generosity–common courtesy and humility. But the affectionate traits of her mother were lovingly passed down onto Niah that now flows through her veins, and in a sense, her mother not only lives on through fond memories and old tattered photographs in picture frames, but she also exists in how Niah treats people.

That being said, Niah is a soft character, friendly, quiet, and prefers to display a meek disposition. And despite all this, there arrives a common issue where people always, ALWAYS, misinterpret these soft qualities as some sort of weakness of her character, as if she is not strong enough to carry her own weight or unable to defend herself. And while it is true that she is not a physical fighter nor have the knowledge on how to correctly use a weapon, the lack of fighting capabilities shouldn’t label her as weak. Nor should her softness label her as weak. Niah appreciates people who understands her inner world and respects her as a person. She’s not just a girl whose there to be saved or protected. Although, I am fine with muses she’s developed a close relationship with to help her when she feels she needs it.

A lot of times, if someone greatly upsets her, she may deliberately choose to be silent and walk away because she knows, in essence, how to cut someone’s heart out and leave it bleeding on the ground. She’s an excellent listener and observant of others, so she specifically knows which words to choose that would stab someone deep. Then people act shocked and taken aback like :’ Oh how she could say such a thing !’ or ’I didn’t know she had it in her to do something like that ! ‘Self-control is significant for her to not get to that place, and she genuinely hate to get submerged in that mental headspace because she genuinely doesn’t want to hurt anyone, even if it’s deserved. But certain limits can eventually get crossed for her to bear all on her own that she will bark and bite back due to holding all her emotions in.

Niah is no pushover by any means and has a voice of her own to speak her mind quite clearly when she has a reason for it, all the while, seasoning her words with salt.

Sensitivity beds in the root of her heart and how she views the world, and it is true that her feelings can easily get hurt; she’s an emotional person and authentic about her feelings, these traits are what makes her human and able to feel/see the world in the way she does. But she is an independent woman and hates feeling helpless and feeling like a burden to others, and if she does happen to ask for help, it's only because they have gained her utmost trust ( but even then, she may still struggle to ask). She may have some connection to the damsel trope due to lack of fighting skills, so there are times she might need help depending on the circumstances, but she requires to be treated with respect and dignity like anyone else. Niah knows very well when she’s being treated a certain type of way and will distance herself from such ones.

Niah is a soft black girl, and due to stigma’s and stereotypes associated with black women which promote the idea that they can’t be soft or aren’t viewed as such, I have a huge need to tear down those stereotypes with my ocs such as her.

[silkenblankets]

Bow For Me

Day #2 - Hazel

cw;; institutionalized slavery, nothing else, just fluff!

Lula was on the ground, walking beside me hand in hand. She seemed engulfed in her own little project, trying to take steps by placing one shoe perfectly in front of the other. Needless to say, we were walking rather slowly. What else did I expect when walking with a toddler?

I felt much calmer then I did about an hour ago. I didn’t know much about outdoor survival, but I did understand one thing, water will be my protection. I found a river, and I am currently placing my entire trust into the soft trickle.

The sound of running water was so relaxing.., I felt rather… calm. It felt like my thoughts were collected, everything was slowly drifting back to normal like snowflakes falling from the sky.

Lula was my center, and my gravity would naturally drift around her.

“Mamma!” Lula exclaimed, clumsily outreaching her hand. She didn’t quite grasp the concept of a ‘point’ yet, so it was simply a fist thrusted into the air. She was motioning to a squirrel that ran across our path, and I couldn’t help but let out a little smile.

Why was I even panicking earlier? I was free.

I crouched down onto Lula’s level, pulling her in close. She leaned onto me, entangling a hand into my hair. I let out a little gasp, pointing at the tree the squirrel had scampered up to.

“Was that a squirrel Lula?” I asked her eagerly, and she replied with an equally excited nod. She seemed a bit shy, but I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to grab the squirrel.

Lula has always loved soft textures, ever since she was a few days old. She would rub on my jackets, rub on blankets, everything soft she could get her hands on— she would hold. In the rodent’s case, the squirrel’s tail looked as fluffy as a collared coat. She just had to have it.

I didn’t see any issues with letting the antsy body free. I let her run up to the tree, and she ran with the fastest waddle. She placed her palms on the bark, looking up and bouncing her knees. The only sounds leaving her throat were giggles before she voiced her frustration.

“Mamma, the tiny cat poofed!”

Lula was obsessed with cats. I’ve never had an animal before, but a barn cat appeared on our property last Christmas, and Lula was properly impressed. I hadn’t expected her to be so gentle, but her hands worked so delicately as she grazed the back of the kitten with the knuckles of her hand. She looked up at me with the brightest eyes, wondering why we had to own incredibly human, hairless pets that she couldn’t talk to instead of the soft blue-eyed feline that stood before her.

She had spent all day with that cat, but when I put her to bed that night the cat had left. I was relieved, my husband was not known as a saint to animals. The only negative was when Lula came running out to the barn in the morning. I watched her heart sink. It was heartbreaking.

I crouched down next to my daughter, brushing her hair back out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ears. “It’s okay honey, he ran away because squirrels don’t like humans. They’re big and scary!”

This seemed to have upset Lula a bit. “I’m not big and scary…” she murmured, her eyebrows knitted to create a little line in her forehead.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek, getting up onto my feet. “Oh baby, you’re the further from big and scary. It’s just that squirrels are wild animals, they’d even run away from a kitten!”

Lula’s face grew surprised. “Even a super cute kitten?”

“Even a super cute kitten.”

Lula seemed content with my answer, holding up a hand to wave to the squirrel in the tree. “Sorry I’m so big and scary, bye skr-owl!”

I laughed as I took her hand. She was trying her best, but I could help it. “Squirrel!”

“Squirrel…” she pondered to herself underneath her breath.

My bet was that she wanted a pet squirrel now. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be possible, but with my newfound freedom, I want to get a cat.

My relationship with pets has always been rocky. They’re an entire race of people that I couldn’t interact with. My father never wanted me to interact with our childhood pets, and the same occurred with Bernard. How would I even talk to a pet? I don’t know, the concept is to taboo to me.

Besides, I didn’t want pets anymore, with their nervous and eager-to-please natures. I didn’t want a pet that very clearly had a human conscious, I wanted a little kitty who was content laying around and meowing angrily when I was late giving food. I’m sure Lula wanted the same.

Even if I didn’t get a cat, I just wanted Lula, and I could take on the world. Or- well- the gas station that was positioned in the distance.