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RAT SONS AU

in which Master Splinter is a wise and silly old tortoise, and father of four skittering, chaotic, ninja rat children. <3

(inspired by that one background moment of the 03 series! 🐢🐀🐀🐀🐀)

there will be lots of similar plot points as the 03 series (like 'tales of leo' and 'good genes' etc etc) but there are also a lot of fundamental changes in the foundation of things too — like the guardians and ninja tribunal and the hamato family line etc etc. content wise tbh its probably mostly just gonna be snapshots of random moments throughout the boys lives, but i do kinda have some plot concepts? so we'll see 👀

(embarrassingly long) introduction under the cut if u'd like to read!

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Years ago, Oroku Saki defeated Hamato Tang Shen in battle, and finally brought an end to the family that would deny him his power. He ordered her homestead be razed to the ground, and all mystic artifacts to be delivered to him. Particularly, the Hamato’s prized pet tortoise, which was rumored to be itself a conduit for the family’s legendary mystic abilities. With the creature in his possession, along with the new rapid-enhancement chemical he commissioned from laboratory familiar with mystic properties in New York — at last, he would be granted his godhood, and guarantee the legacy of his fathers clan. The Hamatos could deny him no longer. He had won.

Or he would have, had the fools at the lab not ruined everything, the precious mutagen spilling all over the tortoises crate and the fool handlers who carried it. The contaminated men morphed into horrific, animalistic monsters, attacking the scientists and wrecking the laboratory itself. And, most crucially, in the ensuing madness, the crate which contained the tortoise, his last possible connection to the Hamato’s power, lay shattered, and empty…

Meanwhile, Hamato “Splinter” Yoshi, who until this point had quite enjoyed his extended existence as a simple tortoise and family pet, found himself fleeing the eyes and hands of the man who killed his human family, and the lab that granted him this new shift in consciousness, to instead face the terrifying chaos of the streets and alleys of NYC. His transformation into something more bipedal had hurt considerably and left him aching and disoriented, but still he could not pause. He could not falter. Not until he found somewhere safe to hide himself and the four squirming, impossibly small rat-pups in his arms. He hoped the chemical that washed over them had not warped and hurt their young bones as it had his own. He hoped he could find somewhere safe to care for them. He hoped they could survive the night without their mother. He hoped, he prayed he could protect these precious, squeaking, peach-fuzzed ruminants of his family. He did not think he could survive any more loss.

For now, he would do what he could, and slip into the shadows of this city. Having lived so long among ninjas had its benefits there, at least.

[imaginefan]

Look Alike

Stefan Salvatore X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1023

Requested: Anon

Request: Hi, I don't know if you still write for tvd, if not ignore me! but could you doa stefan x male reader where him and stefan are in a great relationship and maybe silas tricks you into thinking he's stefan? Could you make reader a vamp as well? -🐺

Stefan had spent a lot of time chasing after Elena, so much time that he didn’t even notice you at first, the one male friends that all the girls loved to hang around with, to him you were just another in the group, it was after everything settled down that you got closer, no one was really sure when the dynamic changed for the two of you. When you were turned into a vampire after one of Katherine’s rampage through Mystic Falls Stefan became even more protective of you. Stefan was the one to teach you how to control your new abilities and help you get used to the animal blood instead of human blood. The heightened emotions were what you really struggled with and that was where the official relationship started, you ended up accidentally confessing to him and he accepted the feelings.

You were a sickeningly sweet couple, while everyone else was arguing, breaking up and getting back together you were both happy and stable. The evening before everyone went off to go and look for the cure, you had been sitting in the living room with him, your head rested on his shoulder as his hand ran through your (short/long) hair. “What would you think if I wanted to be human again?” Stefan asked suddenly, you looked at him for a second and shrugged. “It’s your choice right, it doesn’t matter what I think… But for the record I’d be sad that I’d have to lose you one day.” You explained. “Would you ever go back to being human?” He asked. “I would love to do that but as far as we know there was only one cure right?” You asked. “Mmm.” He hummed as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. “If I have you I wouldn’t mind staying like this for a little while longer.” “God you two are sickening.” Damon grumbled as you jumped, Stefan making a noise of disapproval before tightening his grip on your coaxing you to relax. “Go and mope somewhere else Damon.” Stefan ordered before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “This room is occupied.”

You had decided to stay back in case anything happened in town while the others were gone, so you had no idea what had happened, everyone had gathered at Elena’s house but no one had tried contacting you yet. Oblivious to any danger and a reassuring message from Stefan only a few hours earlier kept you patient, you turned in the kitchen coming face to face with Stefan “Oh! You didn’t message to say you were on the way home.” You smiled as you walked over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Everything is fine.” He answered, wrapping an arm around you, something didn’t feel right, you don’t know if your face gave you away one second he was holding you and the next he hand flung you across the room, with what seemed to be magic. “You're not Stefan.” You pushed yourself onto your knees, you could hear him breaking something behind you but before you could even move he drove the wood through your stomach. “Don’t worry I don’t want to kill you just yet.” He said softly as he pushed the stake further into your stomach. “Well unless they’re too busy to find you, then it’s no one's fault but their own.” He stood looking down at you. “I see why he chose you, I would have too.” He said before stepping over you and walking towards the front door, he pressed his hand to the door frame lighting it on fire before disappearing from sight.

Stefan was at Elena’s house, she was still waiting for Jeremy to wake up, something they all knew was not going to happen. His phone ringing brought him out of his thoughts, he saw your name pop up and immediately felt bad, someone should have called you “I’m sorry we meant to call- What’s that sound? (Y/N)?” He asked. “The…House… I can’t… Move-” You wheezed, you were struggling and he didn’t know why, he was sure that he could hear fire, he needed to get back to you. “Hold on, I’m coming.” He turned to leave the house Caroline close behind him. “Bonnie and Damon can stay here with Elena, we can check on (Y/N).” Caroline said, he nodded as they both headed out.

By the time that they got back to your house, it was already engulfed in flames “where is he?” Caroline asked. “Inside.” Stefan said. “You can’t go in there!” Caroline grabbed his arm as he stepped forward. “I’m not leaving him there!” Stefan snatched his arm from her running into the house “(Y/N)!” There was a crash from the kitchen. He moved quickly, they only had so long before neither of you would be able to get out, he spotted you on the floor, he could see the stake in your stomach and lifted you, you grunted. “I know I’m sorry, we’ll get that out as soon as we get out here.” From there he was careful to navigate out of the house carrying you close to his chest, Caroline waiting for you both. “Is he okay!?” She asked. “He will be.” Stefan muttered. “Alright sweetheart, I have to get this out, you have to hold on to Caroline’s hand while I pull this out okay?” “Mm.” You hummed, the chair leg was easy to pull out, he gripped the edge pulling it out fast and throwing across the road as if it burned him, he cradled you to his chest as you started to heal. “He looked just like you.” “Who did?” Stefan asked. “The one that attacked me, he looked just like you and he was using magic.” You explained. “Just rest, I’ll be right here the whole time, I won’t leave I promise, we’ll talk about this in the morning.” Stefan said, standing to walk back towards the boarding house for you to rest, he was sure that Damon could deal with Elena on his own for a few hours.

Requests and general question!

[stealingpotatoes]

Invitation to talk about Sayuri and Nymie?

:D CAN OF WORMS: OPENED!! i'll tell u abt how they got found as Jedi

ok so Sayuri is one of the students that doesn't rlly go home bc there isn't much to go back to. Basically her parents were Rebellion pilots (or one was a pilot the other a mechanic. kinda unsure) but were both killed in action against the Empire abt 3-4ABY ish. obvs the Rebellion couldn't look after a 7-8yo while fighting the Empire

so the remainder of the squad manage to get her back to her parents' home village/ where she was born. so having like Everything change all at once leaves her pretty ?? and gives her some serious trusting-her-environment issues. her coolgirl "i dont care" persona is very much a result of this bc she's worried abt getting too comfy in smthn. (which is at odds w the OTHER issue she got from this event which is "deathly afraid of flying" an issue not helped if Master "traffic laws are just guidelines" Skywalker is piloting. but she tries 2 act like shes fine)

this is gonna get kinda long so im gonna smack some unposted art here and then go into a readmore

anyway fast forwarding to when Sayuri's abt 13 (roughly 9aby) she's visiting her parent's old squadron on a New Republic bc they'd all come visit whenever she could and after the Empire's fall they did a lot more pick her up and fly her to a base to ALL see her. and they're like omg Sayuri you came at the PERFECT time bc this rlly amazing pilot war hero who's also some like. mystical whatever is here!! he's on his way to some magic place we heard. maybe u can meet him!! which sayuri meets w her usual whatever bc she's not that gassed abt war heroes.

very worth noting that the squad's probably all seen her move shit with her mind, but theyre like oh you know how it is with teenage girls. the "nobody knows what a jedi is" + "the empire existed for a decent bit of her childhood" thing has kept anyone from being like yeahh sayuri should like. talk to someone abt this.

anyway she goes along when the squad are like c'mon let's see if we can see him. ok the only way i can describe this is you know the spiderverse like... spidey-sense recognition thing? that's basically what happens LOL Luke and Sayuri both have a FORCE USER RECOGNISED?? moment and Luke then makes a beeline for her then realises oh shit tiny teenager not jedi. would you LIKE to be a jedi?? and sayuri who hates her village and is feeling the strongest emotional connection she's felt in forever w this stranger she met 2 seconds ago is like okay fuckin sure yeah. and woo jedi!!

i posted my unposted nymie art yesterday but likkeeee pretend theres some here <3

So Sayuri falls into the "one of the Jedi found them thru the force or by chance" category of students who get found. However Nymie very much falls into the second category, which is "CAN SOMEONE DEAL WITH THIS WEIRD SUPERPOWERED CHILD FOR US????"

So 2 things about Nymie: 1. like i've said before, she's from a very rich high class pantoran family. super stuck up, mostly raised by nannies & tutors, but somehow Nymie just didn't get the stuck-up genes like all her (4!!) siblings who are just obsessed w their social standing etc and is instead just :D all the time. 2. her proficiency ig is the living force esp in the 'good at connecting to animals' way (which I think means I legally need to draw her w Ezra).

so the former often led her to escaping her family's stuffy parties and galas or whatever (usually to whoever's house it is' garden or somewhere she wasnt meant to be) to find something interesting. usually a pet <3 one particular time when she was 9 she was following her Pet Sense but couldnt find anything in the house. so she kinda just reached out more and long story short thats how Nymie managed to call this hugemassive beast (i'd tell u what it was if i knew pantoran animals LOL) out of the nearby countryside to her. massively distressing for everyone, all these rich ppl were like "OH MY GOD I NEARLY DIED" (it didnt attack anyone). very funny exciting time for Nymie who was enjoying this new beastie friend til animal control showed up. saddening. everyone is confused bc HOW did that happen

a dude old (and cool) enough to have seen more than one jedi in their heyday (+ idk uni researcher knows his shit) noticed what happened w it going straight to Nymie and overheard her account and realised what happened and was like hi nymie's parents. i think u need to get into contact w the new republic bc thats a jedi right there (which they take and go oo social climbing. we have a jedi child people will think we're cooler. bc theyre assholes)

and yeah im losing steam now but luke shows up and she joins the academyyay!

[crazyk-imagine]

Finding their Mate

A/N: There's a few characters I wasn't expecting to write for but it's hilarious and I couldn't think of any other villains with a heart other than the icons (Kai, Katherine, and Enzo). There were a few I debated on adding and then decided not to. I feel like there might be slight yandere vibes in here but I'm also like ... *crickets chirping*

If anyone wants a villain they like and want it written, be sure to send in a request and I'll see what magic I can work

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Enzo

He always thought Maggie was his girl, never gave any other woman a thought (before and after his time being locked up at Whitemore). Then he found Damon and the rag tag crew who are always in trouble, which is when he met you (after trying to kill Damon, of course). And after coming back from supernatural purgatory one time too many times, he stopped acting like a jackass and decided it was time to live his life. He felt something in his undead beating heart for the first time and had no idea what to do. Finding out you two are mates was even better than he could have thought, more so after you sacrificed yourself to stay with him during that fire to show him that you weren't going to leave him, whether he had his humanity on or not, really sold him

Kai

With him having no emotions, merging with his younger brother, and then getting them was terrifying but he'd never admit that out loud. Being told that the reason his heart beats faster around you are because of the feelings for you and is fated to you, he nearly pissed his pants. Then he approaches the Salvatore's for dating advice, and they nearly die because Kai is asking the two guys who have been nothing but mean and are actively trying to keep you two apart for help (the way his mind works is fascinating). When they couldn't offer too much help and nothing was working, he decided it was time to talk to you, confusing you when he had no real motive behind it. It worked though, you two would not be where you are without him chickening out/ manning up

Katherine

With her being on the run for most of her life, she never planned on tying herself down somewhere, more specifically to anyone. Honestly, after her family took away her little girl, she didn't want to be tied down; she was afraid they'd be taken from her. But then you fell into her life, literally. She was almost taken to Klaus (for the billionth time and you fell in front of her). If she were to find herself truly in love, and not what she feels she had with Stefan, a clumsy person like yourself does not make it onto her roster but you've changed her life for the better. Even when she runs back to Mystic Falls to terrorize everyone, she makes sure your safety is her top priority first and foremost

Silas

He always thought Amara was his special someone but then his ex got in the way and messed all that up (big rip for him). Anyway, when he decided to play the role of Saint Stefan, he found himself fascinated by you. The littlest things you did drove him wild, and it took him a while before he realized why he felt this way. He was always told to believe that mates didn't exist, but people still liked to pretend as if they did. You proved him and everyone from his youth wrong because here you two are. Don't forget that he will try and kidnap you to ensure you don't get hurt when everyone tries to gang up on him and to make sure he can "help" you because you are his most favorite thing person

Qetsiyah

She always thought her true love was Silas and always would be, but then he decided she wasn't enough and only used her. The bitterness in her heart grew after that and ruined her thoughts on romance and love. Then she kidnaps Stefan and fries his brain while also finding you amongst his friend group. She knew she had to meet you. Her being in the same places as you, not a coincidence. She slowly found her way into your life and started off as a friend. Then she figured out why she was so invested in your life and slowly backed away until you decided to do something about it. There's no way in hell you're losing someone else in your life especially when you know she means more to you than any of your friends could ever know

The heretics

This was an interesting development for everyone, not just you. But in this case, you could choose whether you wanted a romantic relationship or more of a friendship with the group. Lily and Julain weren't so much involved in the fated bonds thing which annoyed the man from time to time. The Salvatore's mother was just happy her family found someone special (reminding her of her Julian). This whole bond made things harder at times, but they were all happy to have someone else to care for and you’re the one who stopped any arguments from happening and/ or things from getting worse. None of your friends were happy to hear about you deciding to leave with them but if it meant you could save their lives, you're going to take the chance whether they like it or not

[lokisivy]

Hi maybe you can do one where the reader is human and dating stefan instead of elena during the first couple of seasons but when stefan turns his humanity off they grow distant(like elena and stefan in season 3) and klaus is also in love with her so she ends up cheating on stefan with klaus but when stefan finds out he gets furious so he ends up driving her to the bridge and calling klaus and then actually turning her into a vampire and the way klaus would react the rest is up to your imagination thanks

Omg I forgot to post this a while ago. Here it is, I guess idk if I'll make part 2

It was a bad time for Klaus to be in love with someone. A lot was against him, and a lot wanted to get rid of him, but he didn't care he wanted to build a life with his family somewhere now that Mikeal was out of the picture.

you started to fall out of love it was hard to see someone you love be so heartless to you and to everyone. someone you once wanted to marry and have children with even if you had to improvise.

When Klaus moved into mystic falls, you always saw him at the mystic grill bar. A lot. You hate him for what he did to Stefan it was frustrating, but he gave him freedom. Stefan picked revenge over you.

As heartbreaking as this was you had to suck it up, you couldn't show him that you were weak. Sometimes, it's for the best. Maybe you weren't meant to be.

But there was always a glimpse of hope you almost kissed a couple of nights ago...

He was the only one sitting in the bar it was 2 in the afternoon, and he was just asking you to pour him something different every time, which frustrated you. Afternoons were usually quite, and you didn't have to wash anything but due to him finishing the liquor supply.

"Another one love." he signals

"Are you planning to spend the rest of your eternity here?"

"Don't you have a job to do." he said in a sly tone

"Don't you have people to kill," I replied, pouring him another glass

you slammed the cup, causing most of the drink to fall on the counter

"Where is the service with a smile?" he smirks

"Up your ass."

"Watch it," he said, trying to keep it serious

"Or what? you're going to suck my blood and kill me." I give him the same tone.

"I gave freedom to your boyfriend, little mortal. He decided not to come to you. sounds to me like you are the problem."

your blood was boiling, and he broke you down. I mean, maybe he was right after all. If he really loved you, he would come back to you. What if he never really loved you...

but he couldn't lie to you all this time. You can't fake that, can you? all this love and Intimacy.

"Oh Get over it love I've lived centuries And every time I fell in love all I got hurt or stabbed in the back The truth is no one and will ever love you the way you love that person."

You chucked

"You in love? How did that happen." You laughed

He didn't respond to you he just kept his gaze at you while you cleaned the counter. You could feel the atmosphere getting thicker and the temperature rising. When you looked towards him, he immediately vamp sped to you, pushed you over the counter, and kissed you there.

You are shocked. This happened so quickly that you kissed him back almost immediately. He gripped your waist and pushed you harder against the counter.

[thriftstorephoenix]

LANDON KIRBY has returned to mystic falls! he is a 18 year old PHOENIX and looks like ARIA SHAHGHASEMI. he has been described as being UNDERSTANDING, but also DOUBTFUL. his last memory is being killed by mg and coming back to life.

did your character survive the legacies finale? if so, what have they been up to in the past year?

Landon was died at the end of legacies, in a way, however he was epically powerful as ferryman of limbo, and after legacies was having a good time in charge of limbo. However it was noted that he had limited emotions after bringing his friends back from the dead.

what is their last memory?

Landon's memories will be canon to 1x13 (which will be hard for me - but i will try), his last memory will be MG killing him after he tries to help him with his family. Landon will also have come back from the dead for the first time and learn he is a phoenix. Landon remembers that he and Hope are dating and that she has asked him to her boyfriend, and he is ecstatic about it. At this point in the time, Landon can not recall meeting his mother - and Hope has lied to him about this. And Landon does not know he is the son of Malivore.

what are your character’s goals?

Landon's goal is just to fit in, find a home, find somewhere he belongs (no kidding that's really it). He also wants to help his friends, as well as find out who his parents are.

any headcanons about your character’s past or present?

(to be confirmed with player) But love the idea that Landon was fostered by Damon and Elena for a short time when he was living in mystic falls the first time (e.g. in the originals) before he was moved somewhere else and was placed with Rafael. also that Rafael and Landon had Stefan's room at the Salvatore Boarding House.

any plots or connections you’d like to have?

Siblings!! More of his Malivore siblings and also Ryan, but i will take foster siblings too. Additional plots of Landon having friends or more, with someone he meets in limbo after legacies. I do like to think as ferryman, Landon wanted to influence more than just Limbo and he would have been looking for a way to send people back to help his friends/the world - think like whitelighter vibe. But he would have been unsure how to do that without it costing him more of his soul.

what do you ship?

I love chemistry and i will ship anything that i feel there is chemistry for. But i do have a love for Hope/Landon, Josie/Landon, Lizzie/Landon and also Lizzie/Hope/Landon. But i will take any ship and so would Landon if the vibe is right.

event one

Landon recalls being in limbo at peace with the life he left behind, running his bar and feeling like he finally has a home and a place where he can help people.

[cryingtulips]

This Place is Not a Home

Tommy meets Puffy, and a deal is made between the two. In exchange for shelter and protection, Tommy will need to do a little farm work.

CW: Religious themes, religious trauma

crossposted to ao3 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4

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Ch 3: A Promising Deal

When Tommy awoke, it was a slow process. He was warm for once, the midnight chill never once reaching where he laid. There was something messing with his hair, he noticed with a blink, tugging on matted curls. It was wet, but gentle, and strange deep breaths moved the strands. It was strange, the soft interaction. He wasn't used to it, but he wasn't going to complain.

He made himself comfortable in the warm atmosphere, so comfortable he was content to let himself fall asleep again, huffing as he turned to bury himself against the hot-running body next to him, small form curling underneath the cover of his wings. Tommy wasn’t sure how much time passed. It could have been twenty minutes or hours, Tommy didn't care. All that mattered was the warmth surrounding him and the noises of strange animals lulling him to sleep.

The next time Tommy wakes, it’s to the animals excited snorts and calls as the wooden door opens, sunlight close to blinding him from where he was hidden. “Good morning you absolute menaces,” a voice greeted the animals. Based on the sound of something being poured and the ruckus as animals either rushed to eat or went to graze somewhere else—probably the meadow based on the sounds of gates being open, Tommy was able to clue in it was feeding time. 

Despite this, the animal that was keeping Tommy hidden refused to get up, choosing to shuffle around as Tommy stayed tensed. Tommy prayed that the animal was big enough that he wouldn’t be noticed, or that maybe the owner wouldn’t question why its creature was still laying down. 

Tommy couldn’t afford to be found. It would resort to disaster; he could be captured and treated as a pet but live in a cruel and inhumane cage, he could be sent to the government to be experimented on, he could be sold through the black market, he could be killed—or worse, his wings…his precious wings, despite their damage, could be taken away from him. After all, fallen or not, banished or adored– an angel's wings would cost a fortune. If not for the proof of the existence of divine and mystical beings, then for their magical properties they might still possess.

All these possibilities were Hell to be waiting, but the last one terrified Tommy for there was no predicting what it would mean for him. Best case scenario, he would be put in a cage while the human took his feathers and sold them for millions. Maybe it would blend in with the exotic pet road, maybe he would be treated like a circus animal, put on display and forced to perform tricks. Worst case scenario, he’s killed and has his wings stolen from him. 

He couldn't afford to be found, and so he stayed curled against the animal, shuffling bedding over him, hoping the noise was muffled over the animal's noises. He stayed silent, and still. He watched as a woman moved about, grabbing buckets and a shovel, greeting animals and caring for them.

When she approached the stall he was in, he heard her let out a fond breath, “you still sleeping Duffle?” Tommy didn't dare to breathe, hoping that if he stayed low, she would pass him off as just a simple strange lump made by the animal.

But then there was a gasp, sharper this time, and he froze as she banished the shovel as a weapon. “What do you think you’re doing,” she demanded. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. All he could do was watch as the animal–a cow– got up, and nuzzled his head, a soft moo making the women hesitate her approach.

“Oh,” she mumbled. “Oh, I see.” She slowly approached him now, gently rushing the bedding off until she could make eye contact with him. He didn't move as her eyes swapped over his face, studying him for something . Her eyes raked over to his wings, and he tensed even more, not knowing what to expect. He couldn't run, he was already done and she was looming over him, and the entrance was too far. He could fight, but in his weakened state…

Before he could panic more, she stepped back, and sat down in front of him. The shovel was tossed aside, and she had her hands facing Tommy, palms upright and flat. She was trying to seem less of a threat, and Tommy’s head titled in confusion.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she promised. “I know that’s hard to believe, but I'm not. How about we go inside, yeah?” Tommy knew he couldn't say no, he wasn't in a position to protest. He nodded reluctantly, and followed her to the house he saw earlier, wings poofed and fluttering the whole time.

(He noticed her questioning stares. Despite knowing the risks of having them out in the open, he couldn't…he didn't really care. He was so tired, and he didn't feel like fighting anymore. If she took his wings, then that just a sign that Tommy never was redeemable, not anymore.)

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The lady led him to her living room, a small beige room whose space was taken up by the couches and boxes and bags scattered about, pictures here and there with books. There was a yellow carpet with orange designs, it reminded him of the sun. 

With a mutter, she said she was going to be back with something called hot chocolate. Tommy watched her leave before roaming his eyes around the room, at one point eyeing the picture frames. From where he was sitting, the window casted a glare that made it hard to distinguish what was in the photos, but whoever was in it must be loved. There were a lot of photos, and Tommy vaguely remembers from his past life how much he loved photos for the reason that they would capture joyous moments with those he called family. 

(Tommy wondered if the woman had a scrapbook, full of little moments with her animals and those she loves. She looked like the type to keep one.)

His train of thought was interrupted as the women came back into the living room, handing him a red mug with a soft “Be careful it’s hot” before sighing as she sat on a couch in the corner of the room. A window was behind her, and the rising morning sun painted her in such a soft light that, briefly, Tommy had the urge to ask if she was an angel herself. But that was impossible. Heaven would not have sent him anywhere remotely close to another Fallen—if she was one—and one living without their wings was unheard of.

They sat there in silence for a few minutes, the women still as she stared down at her hands, deep in thought. Tommy, when he finally took a sip from the drink, was surprised by how sweet it was. It was soothing in a way he wasn’t familiar with, and he liked the white masses that were in it. Marshmallows, he thinks they were called.

“Thank you for the drink”, Tommy told the women when he was done. “You didn’t– you didn’t need to do that for me.”

The woman looked up at last, clearly mulling over something despite her friendly smile. “It’s no problem.” She paused, hesitating with her next sentence. “You look…you look like you need help,” she made an abrupt gesture to Tommy’s wings before quickly dropping her hands again when Tommy tensed, wings curling further behind him in an attempt to keep the extra appendages hidden. “It would be cruel of me not to help,” she softly continued. She didn’t mention the wings, and Tommy wasn’t sure if he wanted her to or not. 

“I have an offer for you. You can stay here, free of charge, free of–” a glance to his wings before focusing back to him ”–well, you know. I live alone, far away from the city. You wouldn’t have to worry about people coming for you, or have to live in a life constantly worried about what danger is lurking around the corner. All I ask is that you help out with the animals and contribute to the workload,” she explained. “For now you won’t do any heavy lifting, but it's just something to keep you occupied.”

Tommy looked down at his hands as he fidgeted in his seat, wings rumpled from where he was sitting, white and gold feathers gliding down to the floor. It was a tempting offer, but he was still cautious. He didn’t think she would harm him, already having enough opportunities to do so, but haven’t. If she was right about being far from civilization, he wouldn’t have to worry about hiding his wings or staying hidden. Maybe, and this was a big if, maybe she would even let him fly from time to time. Well. If his wings ever recovered enough to take flight again.

Tommy was tired, but he couldn’t deny how perfect her offer was. But that was part of the problem: it was too perfect. Not even Heaven was this perfect, nobody was this kind, especially down at Earth.

There had to be a catch, but what? “What do you want from me?” Tommy asked her, making direct eye contact in hopes that will allow him to detect any lies.

The women looked taken aback, sitting up straighter at Tommy’s words. “What? What do–” a tense laugh– “what do you mean by that?” If it weren’t for the alarm in her voice, Tommy would have thought he caught her in an attempt at an obvious lie. But the fear in her eyes, it wasn’t for herself, but for Tommy.

“Well I just,” he waved his hands around, eyes flickering around as his anxiety started to take further root, “I just thought there was a catch. There has to be a catch right, I mean, no one is—there’s no way you’re that kind. Nobody is like that.”

And I mean, look at me,” his feathers raised up, “I know these don’t look that appealing, but they,” his voice stuttered, not sure if he wanted to point out the potential his wings hold, “well I mean—surely you know what these are right?”  

The woman stayed silent, an unrecognizable look in her face. Tommy couldn’t help but to tense at this, already sure of the worst possible outcomes. He had hoped that maybe she was kind, that maybe she was different, but he was wrong. He was wrong, and oh , did he just ruin his chances of survival.

Tommy’s thoughts were interrupted when the woman sighed, wood creaking as she shifts on the couch as her face turned more serious, more stern. “Listen kid, I know what those wings are, I know what you are, but I don’t... Even if I had ill intent towards you–which I don’t–those wings don’t hold much value.” Tommy stared down at his hands at her words, thoughts freezing. They don’t hold value? That’s, that’s impossible. Sure they’re mangled and don’t look amazing, but they were angle wings. Fallen, sure, but at the end of the day they were proof the divine existed. That Lady Clara existed.

“I don’t understand,” Tommy muttered, wings circling around him. “How could—why would they value so little?”

“Times have changed,” the woman explained. Tommy wasn’t sure how much time has changed since he last set foot on Earth, but it couldn’t have been that much time. At most, maybe a century, but even then, surely a lot hasn’t changed…right? The woman continued, “it’s so easy to fake contraptions that look like wings. Sure, maybe some people would take your wings as proof of supernatural beings, others would just call me a fake.”

So, I have a proposal for you. I live alone out here, which isn’t a bad thing. I need the space for all the animals, and the outskirts of L’Manburg is a perfect distance for us out here,” Tommy assumed ‘us’ was the animals. He wondered how many she had, if he already met all of them last night when he took shelter, or if she had more.

“I could always appreciate a helping hand,” the woman proposed again. “I wouldn’t expect much from you, just help me around the house, maybe take care of a few animals here and there. In exchange, you can live here for as long as you want.”

Tommy was tempted to take the offer. The lady seemed empathetic, and if she wanted to harm him, she would've already. He needed a place to recover, and the idea of having shelter and a constant source of food was undoubtedly better than where he was hiding previously. “You promise you won’t hurt me? Swear it on Lady Clara and your soul no harm will come to me?”

“I promise, as long as you stay within the fences of the farm, not a single feather of yours will be harmed.”

Tommy nodded, wings relaxing at the words. Call him naive, but he believed in promises, believed that people would stay true to their word. The other angels said this was the reason he died in his past life, he had allowed others to take advantage of him until they couldn’t anymore. Tommy refused to view this as a weakness however. He refused to believe that compassion was something to second guess, refused to see kindness as a flaw.

(Maybe this was just another thing that separated him from the other angels)

“Ok”, Tommy mumbled. “I would..I would like that. Staying, I mean.”

The woman just smiled at him gently, relief in her eyes. “That’s good,” she hummed.

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Kaddish (4x15)

It was only a wish. Only words. She didn’t think they would actually come true.

Before the funeral service, when the family performed the Kriah, Ariel did her best to stand tall and proud when she cut her ribbon for Isaac and recited the blessing. That was the way it was to be done: to show strength during a time of grief, as difficult as that was. 

Those boys had killed Isaac. Someone else’s hatred had taken her true love away. Just like that, in an instant, like it was nothing. But it was not hatred that led her to the gravesite that stormy night. It was not hatred that made her fall to her knees in the mud. But as she’d scooped up fistfuls of dirt in the dark, she did not feel strong. Grief had overtaken her.

Back when she was a little girl, her father had read to her from Sepher Vetzirah. Most of her friends were focused on the maftir and haftarah for their bat mitzvahs, but she was fascinated by the mystical texts. 

The myth of the golem had taken root in her heart for so many years. When she was twelve, her safta had died, and she missed the old woman desperately. Ariel had considered trying the recitations back then, desired to see the golem come to life —to have just one more babka with her— but she’d been too afraid.

This time, however, she was grown. She’d found the man she was to spend the rest of her life and beyond with, and he’d been taken from her before she even had a chance to say goodbye. It had finally been time to see if the myths of which her father had spoken of were true.

Ariel now kneels once again, this time dressed all in white for her wedding. Or what should have been her wedding. Her husband is up here, somewhere, in the dark rooms above the synagogue. Or what should be her husband.

“He’s dead. Isaac is dead,” her father pleads with her. “The boys… they killed him. Their hate took him from you and you tried bringing him back with your love… but what you brought back… you have to understand, Ariel. It isn't him. It's an abomination. He has no place among the living.”

She knows her father is right, she knows it, but her heart… oh God, her heart; it aches with longing for Isaac.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

I didn’t think. It was just a wish. They were just… words.

Her words of love had been accompanied by words of grief, of desperation. And also, she was now ashamed to admit, words of hate. She had not brought Isaac back to kill, to bring more hatred into the world. It had not been her intention. But it happened all the same. 

These deaths… they are all her fault. And it’s her responsibility to make all of it stop.

“We’ve gotta get out of here,” the FBI agent tells her. She protests, her strength returning. And Isaac appears, finally, right in front of her. A living ghost.

“Stop or I’ll fire!” Agent Mulder shouts, but Isaac does not stop. 

This is their wedding day. 

He advances upon them, and Agent Mulder fires repeatedly, his bullets having very little effect on the creature made of earth.

“No!” Ariel cries. She knows he is only trying to help, but… more guns. More violence. She needs to stop this thing, this creature, but it still looks just like him… she can’t bear to see it hurt.

She holds up the communal ring —the one her father has saved all these years— and beckons Isaac over. He will obey, this she knows. She has willed him into existence.

She slips the ring onto his finger and recites their marriage vows. With her finger, she gently removes the letter aleph from his wrist. Turns truth into death. Because her father is right. This is not Isaac. Her Isaac is gone.

“I loved you,” she says, as her beloved’s face crumbles away like ash. Although this creature is not the man she once knew, his eyes are still familiar. They still have the same shine she fell in love with as they vanish into dust.

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Archive of Our Own

@admiralty-xfd

[mytvd]

why is caroline's hair and lingerie post-vampire bite her cutest look so far

omfg toe ring closeup

why is vicki so upset at jeremy feeling like she hooked up with him for "the drugs" after she accused his motives. what is her deal. my initial dislike is morphing into a burning need to figure her out

have elena and stefan even been "dating" for 24 hours yet? this bff/bf bonding hang seems so sudden

i like matt's instincts to leave elena alone, wow. so rare!!

why is mr. tanner's class now on the end of ww2??? i need to see the syllabus

he's the football coach too???? D:

if i didn't already know matt lives i would definitely assume he was destined from how decent he's acting to elena and stefan. why is he friends with tyler

i mean i get that in high school friends are often proximity-based but ugh

"stefan and i have watched every single person we've cared about die" lmao what a natural thing to say

is it important for the vampires to stay on the down low or what?? they are not being subtle at all lol.

if damon is supposed to be 25 why tf he is hanging out with these teens like this?? i get it is to mess with stefan but it's creepy. also what would jenna think about this. where is she

damon could be doing literally anything with his immortality and super senses. so far i am buying that stefan is trying to live a "human life" but damon could be sowing true chaos somewhere with a lot more going on than a small town in virginia. and amongst people with more interesting lives than high school students

the crow im speechless

i think i would find stefan much more boring if i had seen this show at an earlier time in life (especially while it was airing) but at this point i'm so beyond fatigued over seeing woman brutalized in the media and real life and the state of the world that seeing this sensitive guy trying to [presumably] genuinely appreciate small human moments and support his girlfriend is nice? and i like how invested he is in bringing damon's humanity to light (although it doesn't seem like he's doing anything to really keep him from killing non-elena citizens). maybe he gets more boring? also watching the way caroline and vicki are being treated by men is disgusting.

"you can have her when i'm done" dear god how does vicki stomach the presence of tyler!!!!

"yes it is, otherwise you wouldn't put an alternate meaning behind everything you say" okay elena!!!

tbh one reason i never watched this show is because i hated mia on degrassi so much that i didn't think i could handle a show where nina dobrev is the protagonist but i like her a lot on this so far! i was wrong

can stefan even pretend to be upset about damon killing mr. tanner

it gets addressed in btvs that the sunnydale cops are aware of the existence of vampires so i am wondering if the mystic falls cops do as well? like how many bodies with identical neck wounds could they bring in without connecting them to each other? also i guess i know sunnydale is a hellmouth full of monsters and idk if there are atp other vampires killing people besides damon.

oops i spoke too soon i guess stefan doesn't believe in damon after all lol

[torra-and-the-toons]

Any headcanons on the characters' future lives/careers? (I know it's not a very fresh question, but I can't think of anything right now 😵‍💫, hopefully this starts an interesting discussion)

Aw, that's okay, Mystic! I appreciate you sending something in regardless! Seems to be the case all around this week, and that's totally fine!

As for their careers, I have lots of thoughts on their older lives and/or careers! In fact, that's a lot of what "In a Sky of a Million Stars," is about! It follows Eddy mostly, but we do get to see where the other kids are headed too!

Under the cut for length~

Ed I can absolutely see as one of those artists that makes a killing selling his art online. Here's the fun twist I have for Ed though, he's a furry artist. The general consensus I've seen online is that good furry artists an make a lot of money because the furry community is so good to artists! Oddly enough, out of the three Eds I see him being the most successful because he's able to do something that he loves to do, and eventually he might land a big gig for a comic book company or an animator or something.

Edd is a little more unsure of his future. After high school he jumps right into a community college, but he's always changing his degree path. Mathematician, Chemist, Biologist, all Edd knows is he wants to go into a career where he can use his profuse knowledge to better humanity. I think eventually he would end up working at the lab he interns for.

Eddy I'll keep general because his adult life is what Stars is about, but he's the most unsure of himself in the future of the three banditos. He doesn't want to go to school again and he certainly doesn't want to have to actually work for his money... disgusting. But such is the way of life. He has a few small retail jobs for a while and hates every minute of them, but it's a job. I think eventually he'd be good at car sales or business pitches... cliché I know.

Kevin I could see working as a mechanical engineer, or even owning a motorcycle repair shop somewhere. He'd be ecstatic to get to repair and refurbish other people's bikes.

Rolf, of course, takes over his family's farm so his parents can retire. Also very cliché but honestly he's been doing that already as a kid.

I can see Jimmy and Sarah partnering together to make their own fashion brand! Like, maybe it's something small they do while going to college but they made a few things that caught the attention of someone big, and now it's a thing!

Nazz I can see being a teacher! I think that one's a well-shared headcanon, but it makes so much sense.

Jonny I can see working in nature somewhere. A botanist, a conservationist, or even just a trail guide or park ranger.

Lee and Marie I can absolutely see being sex workers. May is a harder one though because out of the three Kankers, she seems the least likely to fall into that line of work. With her, I honestly don't know.

And let's be real, Eddy's Bro will forever work at that damn carnival, probably picking up garbage like the trash he is.

[rindomness]

oh yeah also because i really wanted this scene in the fic but i could not figure out a good way to insert it (somewhere during year 4, and the way I structured the numbers jumped me right past then) here's carlos and dana talking

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Dana knew.

Of course Dana knew, she’d been trapped there first. She’d been the one to show Carlos how to reach out to the rest of the world. To talk to Cecil again. Of course Dana knew. 

They’d never talked about it. How could he ask her, when she was so busy keeping the town from falling apart on itself? She was so young, and she’d barely had any time to adjust to being mayor before things had started to go wrong for her all over again. She’d survived NVCR’s internship program, but it hadn’t brought her any peace. 

So Carlos wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up, to potentially tear open a wound he himself was only now starting to acknowledge as such. Besides, she’d been Cecil’s intern, not his. He’d only been with her in that desert for a week. In terms of how long they’d both been there, together and separated, that was nothing. A week was nothing. 

He couldn’t stop Dana from asking him to get lunch, though.

It was a sunny day, the two of them sitting in Mission Grove Park eating meals brought from home. Relaxed. A break from the franticness of both their lives.

“So,” Dana said, one hand over her mouth as she swallowed, “How’s life been on your end?”

“Busy,” Carlos admitted. “I’d forgotten just how many disasters could happen in the span of three days.”

There had been almost none in the desert otherworld, aside from the occasional rumbling, but that had largely stopped a couple years after he’d gotten there. He still wasn’t entirely sure what had been causing it. Maybe Kevin's centipede god. That had been Kevin's theory, when Carlos had asked him about it.

“Yeah,” Dana agreed. “There's always something happening. You missed quite a bit of excitement while you were gone."

“So I’ve heard. It’s… sort of nice, though.”

“Having your life imperiled every time you step outside?”

“Not being by myself through it, at least.”

Dana hummed. She took another bite of her sandwich. 

“I sort of wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t gone to the Dog Park that day,” Dana said. “Whether it would have been better or worse for me, for Night Vale, for Cecil.”

“You two are still pretty close, huh?”

She smiled.

“I like to think we are. I like to think we’re friends, even after what happened. I haven’t had much time outside of my mayoral duties lately, though.”

“I think he considers you a friend still, too, if it helps.”

“It does. Thank you. How have you been holding up? Re-adjusting okay?” 

“After…” Carlos sighed. “I’ve been trying not to think about it too much.”

Dana hummed, and nodded. “That’s fair.”

“How’d you deal with it? The… time thing.”

Dana looked thoughtfully out into the distance for long enough Carlos wasn’t sure if she was going to respond to him or not. 

“I guess, for me,” Dana said, “I wasn’t really stuck. I mean, yes, for a while, but I wasn’t in the desert otherworld the whole time. I spent some time in the Dog Park, and I spent some time in the desert otherworld. I spent some time watching the station from the desert otherworld. And I’d gotten a message, through whatever means the universe uses to send those messages, that I’d be back here eventually. I wasn’t there forever. I was just… waiting. Watching. At one point, preparing.”

Carlos hadn’t had some mystical force send him a sign he’d make it back to Night Vale, so he supposed it was probably different. Dana had known, at some point, she’d make it back. Carlos hadn’t.

“Besides, it wasn’t even really the thing most on my mind,” Dana said. “I still think about it, killing my double. Or the original Dana. I wish I knew which I was. But I think about it, all the time.”

“If my opinion means anything,” Carlos said, stirring around his noodles. “I think you’re probably the original.”

“What makes you say that?” Dana asked, elbows on the table. 

“Because Night Vale asked for you back. If you were a double, it might not have recognized you as being from this Night Vale.” It didn’t lock you in there with me. It forced you to leave.

“Hm,” Dana said, and took another bite of her sandwich. “Maybe.”

[steely-eyedmissileman]

The Vampire Diaries, Ep. 1x16

There Goes the Neighborhood

this episode title is quite a bit more ominous than i think the episode turned out to be. the neighborhood remains very much intact.

we have a moment where elena accidentally says that she wants a day with no vampires to stefan. he follows this up with the slightly pathetic response, 'no vampires at all?' elena of course reassures him 'no vampires but you.' this is an indication of a trend that has existed throughout the season thus far, and i predict will continue through the whole run of the show: stefan doesn't want to be a vampire. he wants to be a normal boy, a real boy. he wants something to come along and return him to what he was. we don't know yet if this will be possible, but i suspect elena will become a vampire rather than stefan becoming a human. (would be real fucking funny if those two things happened at the same time, though.)

meanwhile, damon is being real weird, and then being threatened by pearl. she is stronger than him (which i like. someone has to make fun of him.) so she is able to keep him in check. pearl then asserts that 'mystic falls is our town' (with our being her and her daughter, i think). this is a frankly ridiculous claim because damon has lived here longer than her (much longer if you don't count all the time she was a mummy under a church). damon has more of a right to mystic falls than she does, and she has no right to demand that he help her remake the town in her image. damon says as much, but then she stabs his eyes out with her fingers. (i really really really didn't like this part because i do NOT like eye stuff. just leave everyone's eyes alone.) luckily, his eyes go back to normal fairly quickly because ian somerhalder's eyes are too pretty to cover.

in other news, i dislike the jeremy plot line. it is not interesting and i am not compelled.

now, stefan is convinced that he can have a normal double date because he's a normal boy that nothing ever happens to. unfortunately, his brother is trying to fuck matt's mom. and flirting with jenna. also, the horrible vampire man calls elena katherine. luckily, elena tells stefan instead of keeping it to herself. and she does it in a very clever way by typing it on the phone so he can't overhear. the horrible vampire man then confronts jenna, but she gets away unscathed (thank goodness).

back at the salvatores, we see stefan's car, which even i know is a good car. of course, caroline is being insecure about elena and matt's relationship. however, this time i think it is very justified. matt tries to play it like she's overreacting, but i think she is being very reasonable. he has spent all evening talking to elena and not katherine. elena has been talking to matt and stefan, threading that line really well, but matt has not. additionally, there are some major personality differences between caroline and stefan that mean she needs more reassurance than he does. matt should know that and respond accordingly, but he is not that bright. also, we get to listen to a lot of saddish naughties music, which i always love!

meanwhile, damon is ruining everything by bringing matt's mom back to the house. why can't they have different houses? they clearly have money. just put damon somewhere else, where he couldn't possibly ruin stefan's nights. everyone leaves the salvatore house. elena insists she doesn't need stefan to accompany her home, despite the fact that she gets attacked almost every time she's away from him. then, the horrible vampire man arrives to try to kill damon. damon must then confess everything that's been going on and kill these two vampires. elena then calls stefan to tell him she got home safely and is heading to bed (after brushing her teeth with no toothpaste next to jeremy who is also brushing his teeth with no toothpaste.) stefan is on the phone with the largest bloodstain on his chest. meanwhile, damon's in the background, burning a corpse, drunk as hell.

in the final moments of the episode, jeremy tells anna that he wants to become a vampire. god damn it jeremy.

[theamazingannie]

I hate when people in small towns on tv complain about how nothing ever happens in their town when they have like block parties and festivals. My town is so boring that the most exciting thing to happen in the last five years is them moving a house four blocks and everyone showed up to watch it

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→ treat me this way klaus x human f!reader

prompt : you are a friend of klaus’, a human friend. despite knowing him for a long time he treats you like an unloyal, untrustworthy, spoilt imbecile, you’ve only tried to gain his trust and his respect but after all these years you can’t help but wonder if you were only there to listen to his problems.  Tonight was the Mikaelson Ball and Damon had asked you out which obviously turned heads including Klaus’ warnings : swearing “I don’t even know why I was invited, I have to wear a stupid dress for this stupid occasion” I say frustrated with my dress as the door to the Mikaelson Mansion opened up slowly “you live here with them?” Damon whispers in my ear and I nod slowly. The Mikaelsons and I were staying here for a little while, Klaus had this plan about burning the remaining white oak in Mystic Falls and in order to do that he had to distract everyone, including his mother. I could feel the anger slowly bubbling up and the sharp, hurtful words reached the tip of my tongue. How I envied Caroline, the fact that in the small amount of time we were here she was able to suade him, to make him love her with just a glance.

It has taken me over a decade for him to even compliment me, to applaude me for being his therapist and for being able to kill a vampire without looking back, oh I envied her with every single thing in me. “I’m going to get some drinks stay with Elena and Stefan” Damon smiled gently. Damon loved Elena, it was more apparent than Klaus’ affection towards Caroline but Damon felt bad for me, I didn’t need a pity date... but whatever. “y/n” Elijah smiled grabbing my hand gently before kissing it “I expected you to not come at all” he says and I nod holding my purse gently against my hip “well this dress that klaus got me is uncomfortable but its red so I had to wear it somewhere” I groan itching the back of my neck. Elijah and I alway got along, more than Klaus and I anyways. Elijah could tell I was hurt every time I did something for Klaus and he never noticed he could see the smoke flowing out of my ears whilst my face turned red. No matter what I did, Klaus never seemed to notice or care, he would just nod and walk away. I would stare at him with nothing but hatred at the fact he could treat me like any other servant of his, the way he could watch me bleed before even thinking about healing me. It didn’t matter if I killed for him or if I made dinner for him he would never acknowledge even the simplest of acts, it was just the way he treated me. Damon hands my a glass of champagne, I look up at the staircase to see the whole Mikaelson family minus Mikael standing around with drinks in their hands. Esther looking down at her sons and daughter as if they were her pride and joy but everyone knew her real reason of attending. The things I would say to him right now, all the shameful and mean words waiting to be said at the tip of my tongue. But I didn’t speak. I held my breath, watching him look to Caroline in a beautiful blue dress but I knew he could hear me muttering words under my breath. “i wanna choke that smug look off your face niklaus” I muttered watching the smile on his face disappear gave me pleasure, he was waiting for my next words I could tell. He knew I was angry, I could see it on his face. “continue to look at her you fucking knob head” I mutter rolling my eyes before walking out, Damon had a mission of his own so he remained inside listening to the nauseating speech given by mother dearest. The champagne slowly went down my throat washing down all the other words I could say as I look up at the stars trying to calm myself. I only felt anger like fire on my skin. Minutes go by of complete silence, then the clapping... cheering and then the door opens. “y/n what are you doing out here?” the british voice said “klaus I don’t want to talk to you, if the past decade has taught me anything its that I’m always in the shadows never recognised not even by you who was once like me, a human bowing down to an older... if you don’t get the metaphor I mean you were nothing compared to Mikael” I spat at him. “I don’t understand why you treat me like some peasant as if I have done something to deserve such cold words or lack of” I say not facing him “I don’t know why you treat me this way its been fifteen years and nothings changed from the moment I met you” I turn around looking at him. He was waiting to see what I would say next, I felt it. He knew I was furious he could tell because I was the same colour as my dress. “you treat me like a stranger who has taken your family hostage or something, don’t you see all the things I do for you Klaus. the cooking, the cleaning, I’ve gone as far as killing someone just so you could have a town I do all your dirty work just small human a prey of all preys” by this point smoke was bursting out of my ears. “my hand went into multiple chests ripping out multiple hearts, hearts that could have treated me better than you possibly ever could” I lay down on the grass “I only pray every day that you don’t kill me” I breathe out. At this point I had given up trying, he wouldn’t understand anything about this. “do you think that low of me y/n?” he said calmly looking down at me and I nod my head “if I didn’t care about you I would have killed you from the first moment I saw you luv” he smirked sitting down next to me, “if you are blind let me spell it out for you hm?” he smiles looking down to me. “i fancy you luv”

[chaozsilhouette]

A Father’s Love

Another piece for @winterpower98's Swap Au.

I don’t really have a time frame for this scene, but with all the horror MK has had to endure in this AU I couldn’t help myself. I just needed a bit of fluff to break up my writing. Plus, I am all for Tang showing just how much he loves MK and being a protective father figure.

The poor boy needs a break, but we all know it won’t last.

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“Well now, aren’t you a stubborn human.” Sun Wukong mused as he took in the one who dared to separate him from his creation.

The ground was split in a dozen directions. Craters dotted the landscape. The scent of volatile magic soaked the air. Yet, in the center of all this was a small circle of undisturbed land where his boy and the human stood unharmed.

The human didn’t look particularly impressive. If he had to guess, somewhere in his early to late thirties. He was obviously healthy but still suffered from the weaknesses all humans share. No, what truly caught his attention was the strangest sensation he knew this human. Almost as if the golden fillet was readying itself by his mere presence.

The human’s talent in magic was nothing to scoff at. Admittedly, it was nothing he couldn’t brush off, but seeing a human wielding so much raw power was supposed to be nearly impossible in this modern age. However, defying the odds here one stood before him trying to keep him from one of his treasures.

He was not alone in his curiosity. The Monkey King watched as MK stared at the bespeckled man in utter surprise.

“Since when could you do that?!” The newly revealed monkie demon all but screeched.

“Not too long.” The scholar cryptically stated.

His annoyance at the lack of an answer freed Mk of his fear. Just enough to swallow his need to be supported during this horrible moment and say what needed to be said. “You’ve got to run! Forget about me and get the others to safety!”

“I’d listen to my son if I were you, human.” The tyrant stated with a cocky smirk. “Since he’s started to learn his lesson about where he belongs I can be generous. You can take all your friends back home to rest up and we can continue another day.”

With a trembling hand, MK desperately gripped Tang’s pant leg. Praying that his love would be translated behind his pathetic display. “Please. I can’t see you get hurt because of me.” They were the kindest people he ever had the pleasure of knowing. He couldn’t bear knowing they got hurt trying to save him. The only reason they were in this crisis was because of him. If he hadn’t been so weak...

If he didn’t allow himself to be used, Wukong would still be trapped.

“Mk, you know I can’t leave anyone behind to suffer this tyrant’s hospitality.” The word was hissed out with more venom than a viper pit. “Especially not after learning of Macaque’s past.” Tang adjusted his stance so his side now supported the youth. His fingers twitched randomly, his eyes remained locked onto the armored demon. “Besides, we both know Mei would gut the two of us if we even think of considering it.”

It made no sense. They were in the presence of a being that filled the nightmares of all, from the lowliest human to celestial kings, yet young simian couldn’t help but smile. “Good point.” Compared to the Monkey Tyrant the young dragon was an insect, but she had earned the fear that accompanied her ire.

“Such a touching display. But do you really think you will be able to give him what he needs? That others will accept who he really is? You can say you love him until the sun blows up, but it will never change the fact he is me.” The Monkey King’s smile showed nothing but cruel amusement, but his tail betrayed his fraying patience.

“Do you take me for a fool? It doesn’t matter what he looks like, where he came from, or how he started out. He is my Son! And I refuse to let anyone abuse his kind heart ever again!”

Two hands slammed into the ground with unnatural force. Mystic runes and circles filled the air as the battlefield was bathed in a gentle yellow light. Golden ropes wrapped around the Tyrant as the earth formed a five-sided fortress around him. Symbols were burned into each side, somehow not concealing the burning rage from Sun Wukong’s enraged expression.

With that done, Tang grabbed MK’s hand and ran knowing full well both their lives depended on it. “Come on! That won’t distract him for long.”

Or at all. They hadn’t cleared five meters before they started to rocks crumble and mystic bindings viciously snap.

Somehow the two of them were able to reunite with Macaque and Mei in order to get some much-needed distance without any major obstacles. It was silently agreed that the Moneky Tyrant had let them leave. Why? They didn’t want to think about it. All they could do was patch themselves up and think of a new plan.

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Pigsy treated them all to a delicious meal, after yelling at the four of them for tangling with the Monkey King. About how they could have gotten killed and berating them for thinking about leaving them behind. Tang was certain Pigsy’s volume was the only reason Macaque looked uncomfortable.

That night they all stayed with Sandy. It was agreed that they should stick together until the heat dies down. Mei stepped out to call her parents to warn them about ... everything. While Macaque had essentially taken over as her father figure it didn’t mean her birth parents were no longer a target. Macaque aided Sandy in setting up the spare rooms. Piggy was just cleaning up dinner and preparing a few things for breakfast.

Leaving Tang to begin creating wards to hang around the boat and MK to uncomfortably sit as he stared at the scholar.

“Why did you do that?”

Tang pushed up his glasses, looking more grave than the teen ever recalled seeing.

“I was preparing that spell the moment I opened my mouth. I figured after that outburst it was only a matter of time before he got bored playing nice and when for the kill. Despite what movies would make you believe, talking is not a free action.” His precious disciples learned that lesson the hard way.

“No. I mean...when you said all that stuff, did you really mean it? You view me as a son?” MK could barely get the last word out. It felt like all of this was just a wonderful dream and when he awoke he’d be back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Tang set down his brush to fully face the demon. “Of course, I mean it. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” He poured his entire soul into that truth, a fact he was proud to scream to the heavens.

“Even when I look like this?” Sharing the same face of the demon who caused so much pain and suffering. He could barely stand it, but the thought of continuing to live in his human form just felt even more unbearable. He was tired of lies. Tired of being used.

“So you look like a demon monkey, big deal." Tang waved off the concern, regaining his trademark confident sass. "Last I checked, we are close with several demons one of which is a rather famous monkey. At your core, you are still the same MK we grew to know and care about. You may have started out as Wukong’s clone, but you have come a long way since then.”

Seeing that the boy was still unconvinced, Tang wrapped his arms around the child’s shoulders and brought him in for a hug. “You will always have a place with me, with any of us. You are loved and appreciated, Xiǎotiān. Never forget that.” Circles were slowly traced on his back as shaky breathing gradually evened out.

Xiǎotiān nuzzled his father’s neck. Taking in the scent of aged paper, ink, and tea. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Of course.” Gentle fingers slowly combed through his hair.

The world was falling into the depths of madness, but in this moment Xiǎotiān could deceive himself into believing everything would work out.

[ghostdrew22]

angst fic where ravenclaw!reader has thalassophobia and is playing with the water by the shore in the dark lake with the necklace draco gave her before they broke up a few years back when the new girl he’s been going out with throws the necklace into the middle of the lake in spite, and the reader cannot afford to lose it djeiwis sorry if it’s messy u dont have to do it ure uncomfyyy

Prompts:

If you die, I’m going to kill you.

Jump In || Draco Malfoy

Requested: Yes Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Warnings: ANGST, a bit of swearing, panic attacks and thalassophobia mentioned. Summary: Years after breaking up with Draco you find that the last gift he gave you is still the only thing comforting you, and his new girlfriend doesn’t like that.

WORDS : 3546

Gleaming, twinkling Eyes like sinking ships on waters So inviting, I almost jump in

The crescent moon outside begs for your company and you oblige, preferring to be alone than stuck in a room full of people who pity you. You lift the bottom half of your dress from the ground and sneak out of the ballroom nonchalantly, anxiety dissipating as the soft breeze comes in contact with your face.

The sound of your heels clacking against the cobblestone fills the air as you walk toward the boardwalk hanging above the lake, and it reminds you of a time when Draco would bring you down here. The lake behind the Malfoy Manor has always been subject to your fear, and you rarely ever go toward it, but tonight you’ll do almost anything to feel alone and normal for once.

The tiny ripples forming on the surface send shivers running down your spine and you look up at the sky immediately in an attempt to subdue your anxiety. A few meters away lies the ballroom, full of dignitaries and old family friends of the Malfoy’s who attend their annually ball every time without fail, and you can hear the faint sound of laughter mixed with a beautiful crescendo. You shut your eyes, take a deep breath and drag your fingers up to your neck to toy with necklace lying around it, as you try to imagine that you’re anywhere else.

You’d thought that it would be easier, coming to the ball and seeing him with his new girlfriend, but it had proved to be a bigger challenge than you’d anticipated, and residual feelings that you’d been trying to stuff down for months had resurfaced like anchors being pulled up from the bottom of the sea. It reminded you of what he said that day, “I’m yours forever, even if you’re not mine.”, and the only thing that stopped you from running back into his arms was the chain hanging around your neck.

A silver chain with a midnight blue sapphire dangling on its end, worth one of your arms and a gift from the blond himself. He had given it to you as a promise, one to love you till the sun stopped rising, and at the time you had thought that it was the perfect gesture. But reality hit and you soon realized that a life with Draco Malfoy would be one filled with envy and uneasiness, and you knew then that you both deserved more.

The necklace’s monetary value reminds you that Draco belongs to a long and esteemed family line which demands attention that you cannot cope with. But the fact that it had been his proclamation of love reminds you that in order for you both to lead happy lives, you must be apart. The way it gleams beneath Chandeliers is so captivating that it always brings you back to earth; a life with Draco is inviting, but some invitations mustn’t be accepted.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

All eyes instantly fell on him the second that he appeared; sporting that notorious smile which always brought people to their knees, and a priceless suit that hugged his figure so well it made all the straight men positively envious. A true Malfoy; charming, rich, attractive, easily the whole package. You didn’t get a chance to speak with him because he was instantly preoccupied with the ramblings of his mother as she dragged him around the room with pride, showing off the son that she’d done such a good job at raising.

Draco’s life had always been politics and he’d been raised to invariably stand tall, look presentable, get good grades, converse well. You watched him in awe every time, admiring the grace and ease with which he conducted himself. But it made you wonder when he’d been taught the art of letting the spotlight go, to focus all of his attention on the one he loves instead of the search for approval. And the answer was that he hadn’t, Draco never grew out of the desire to have everyone’s praise and approval.

‘If everyone loves you, if everyone wants to either be you or be with you, then you’ve succeeded.’ He’d told you late one night after one these balls. You’d looked at him with pity, not having the heart to tell him that love and validation are not synonymous, and you’d hugged him so hard that somehow you both knew it was all coming to an end soon.

He grew up being a magnet to both jealousy and admiration, a symphony of applause being the background track to the movie of his life, and he didn’t know how to live any other way. When all you’ve ever known is lustful stares from fellow peers, stolen glances at the back of your head, and unbridled acclaim masked behind attraction, then it’s hard to put that life behind and settle for the love of only one person.

Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

He truly was magnificent though, even you couldn’t deny. Years ago, when he’d walked down the stairs in one of those clad black suits, he had met you at the bottom of the stairwell and you could’ve sworn that you were floating on cloud 9. He had smiled so brightly at the sight of you, had laughed so sweetly in the space of your ear, and fit so tightly into your side like it was a home made only for him, that you were intoxicated on the feeling of him and hadn’t noticed what was happening.

You were falling in love. You weren’t flying, no, you didn’t have wind beneath mystical wings that you’d somehow managed to grow. You were falling, and at a speed so treacherous that you didn’t even realise it was happening until it was too late. One day you were falling, and the next you were ruins buried so far into the ground that you couldn’t even tell where the earth stopped and you started.

Falling in love with him was fast, like a bullet train, but everything after was so slow that you felt as if you weren’t even moving at all.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town we wandered 'round had never seen a love as pure as it And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea 'Cause it could never be

Promises to run away together and start a life somewhere off in a distant town.

Fingertips, laced with the narcotic effect of young love, tracing lines across the expanse of each other’s faces and trying to figure out which of the other’s features would be inherited by your children.

Dreams about a time when your lives would no longer be dictated by the paths your parents had set out for you, but instead by the spontaneity and reassurance that came with endearment.

Tastes of tea replaced instead with the taste of each other as long-forgotten tisanes made home on bedside tables because you both got lost in the haze of tenderness.

Arguments about mundane and useless concepts that would go on for longer than necessary, because he insisted on disagreeing with everything, and always ended with your acute responses.

Lives that had once lacked passion, that had once been so dull they compared to Snape’s drawling, instead replaced with all the colours that the world had to offer.

It was the perfect life, the one you two had planned.

But it was too perfect to ever be real.

You take a deep breath and unhook the necklace to observe it once more, hoping that it’ll provide some comfort for the ache in your chest.

'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

“Y/N.” A voice slurs behind you.

You turn with furrowed eyebrows and roll your eyes when you see who it is, “Pansy.”

“Don’t be rude.” She hisses and hiccups as she stumbles toward you, “What are you doing out here?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” You narrow your eyes at her, “Are you drunk?”

“Just a tad.” She replies as she hiccups again and finally stands before you. You watch silently as she gracefully sits on the wood below her, making sure not to create creases in her dress or fall over in her heels.

“Shouldn’t you be in there? On his arm like a trophy?” You ask, and inwardly groan when you hear how jealous you sound.

“Probably.” She shrugs and looks out into the water. “It doesn’t matter though, I’m not you.”

She looks up and into your eyes, you look away immediately. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to take from that.”

“Yes, you do.” She states bluntly, “He told me why you left him. That was really selfish of you.”

You gasp and turn to look at her, “How dare you? You have no idea-“

“No, actually, I do.” She gets up from the ground swiftly as a fire rages in her eyes, “You think I don’t know what it’s like to be like him? We’re the same, we were practically raised on the same blueprint. Despite what you think, there’s a lot more to the issue than what lays on the surface.”

“Oh and I guess you have all the answers?” You spit out with a scoff.

“I thought Ravenclaws were meant to be smart.” She shakes her head and hiccups as she turns to face the water, “Draco’s entire life has always just been this.” Pansy turns and gestures toward the Manor with a grimace.

“It’s always been about being the best in the room, just so that he can earn five seconds of approval from his parents. But you came, and you showed him more, you gave him a glimpse of what love feels like. Then, because you were scared and couldn’t hack it, you left him.” She continues and you grip the necklace tightly in anger.

“That’s not what happene-“

“How can you possibly expect him to come back to me, to this bullshit, when he’s experienced actual happiness? How is he supposed to come back from you?” She finally turns to face you and you hear a slight crack in her voice with the last words, “I love him so much and if I could make him half as happy as you do then I would.”

“You can.” You breathe out shakily, “If you two try a little more then you’ll realise why it just makes sense.”

“Love isn’t about sense Y/N. It’s not about appearances, it’s not about applause, it’s not about any of the crap that him and I were raised to prioritize.”

“You call it crap but that’s all he knows, and he just isn’t ready to give it all up.”

“Why do you get to decide that for him?” She tilts her head to the side and raises her eyebrows, you look away from her.

“I should probably get back inside.” You mutter as you start to turn toward the manor.

“You’re righ-“ She gasps and you turn to see what’s shocked her, “You still have it?”

“Have what?”

“The necklace.” She points to your hand and you nod awkwardly in agreement, “I helped him pick it out.”

“Oh.”

“A sapphire to match your virtue and faithfulness.” She says absent-mindedly as her eyes lock on the piece of jewellery. “Guess he got that wrong.”

She laughs coldly and you scrunch your face in confusion, “Excuse me?”

“You’re just like the rest of them.” Before you even know what’s happening she’s reached for the necklace in your hand, “You love him until it’s no longer convenient, until the paint starts to chip.”

“That’s not true.” Your voice comes out shaky and lacking conviction, it makes her laugh again in disgust.

“And then who has to pick up the fallen pieces? Me.” She continues to ramble as she walks toward the edge of the boardwalk, you feel your breathing start to pickup as you try to focus on her instead of the lake behind her. “As if I don’t have my own pieces to pick up.”

“Pansy, please just come here so we can talk about this nicely.” You respond and swallow.

“No. You don’t deserve a civil conversation.” She spits out as she finally reaches the edge of the boardwalk and hangs the necklace out by her arm, “In fact, you don’t deserve anything. You don’t deserve his love and you definitely don’t deserve this pendant.”

“No!”

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes My mind turns your life into folklore I can't dare to dream about you anymore

Everything after falling in love with Draco happened in slow motion. You don’t know how, or when, but your life had become a slackening slideshow of bad decisions.

You hold your breath as you watch the necklace fall into the lake. It’s as though minutes, hours, days pass in that moment, but you know that it’s merely a few seconds. When the splash finally sounds, you let out a huge gasp and Pansy laughs as she turns to leave.

Panic sets in and you start to contemplate your options. You could jump in and get it yourself? No, that’s absurd, you’re not going to overcome your fear that easily. You could rush into the manor and find someone who’s willing to get it for you? No, no one would take you seriously.

You shake your head and decide to just do the easiest thing; try and work up the courage to get it yourself. You start to pull off your heels and scrunch up your dress so that you can step into the water and you walk toward the edge of the boardwalk.

But as soon as you’re near the water you realise that you can’t do it and your panic rapidly worsens. You step back a few paces before falling to the ground and pulling your head into your knees as silent sobs begin to shake your core.

Breaths, in rapid beats, are going to and from your lungs as the sound of the water swishing fills your ears. Nausea begins to set in your stomach as you think more and more about your terrible predicament, your fear of bodies of water and your sadness at losing the necklace combining to form one indestructible lump in the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N? Are you out here?” A voice calls out from a yard or two away and you try to recognize it, but everything is foggy in your state of trepidation.

“Shit, Y/N!” The voice calls out once more and you hear footsteps pick up to a run as the person approaches you. “I swear to Merlin, if you die I’m going to kill you!”

You realise that the person still hasn’t noticed you, and is probably assuming the worst, so you try your best to croak out a word- any word.

“Here.” You manage to rasp out between sobs and wheezes, and the person immediately runs toward you.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” They ask as they pull your head out from your knees and you try to nod slowly.

You blink back a few tears and try to focus on the face in front of you, “The- the-“ You try to say and shake your head of the confusion as the words refuse to formulate.

“Hey, breathe princess.”

You recognize the nickname and then soon enough your eyes register that Draco’s kneeling in front of you. “Draco?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He responds softly as he cups your face in his hands and tries to wipe a few of your tears, “Take a few deep breaths for me, yeah?”

You nod and do as told, breathing until you finally calm down and manage to think clearly again. “I’m okay.” You breathe out and he sighs in relief.

“I was so worried, Pansy came in rambling about getting back at you and something about tossing and water- And I was just so scared that she’d thrown you in or something, because I know that you can’t swim and you’re terrified of the lake so I-“

“Hey, slow down, I’m okay. I’m right here.” You respond and manage a weak smile. He nods and sighs again. “She didn’t toss me into the water, though I think she would’ve liked to. She threw in the necklace. Shit! The necklace, it’s still down there!” You exclaim as you try to stand up but find that your legs are asleep, and end up coming back down instantly.

“Calm down. What necklace?”

“The one you gave me, the one with the sapphire that you said was a family heirloom?” You ramble and he furrows his eyebrows.

“You still have that?”

“Yes, I do. And it’s at the bottom of the lake and I need to get it back!” You stand up and Draco immediately does the same, placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you still.

“It’s just a necklace Y/N, you don’t need it.”

“It’s not just a necklace, it’s-“ You pinch your nose and sigh, “It just means a lot to me, okay?”

He narrows his eyebrows but nods in understanding, “Okay.” He steps back from you and pulls off his suit jacket, looking absolutely magnificent with his toned shoulders showing beneath the well-fitted shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to get it for you.” He shrugs and you shake your head.

“You don’t have to, I can figure something out.”

“You tried to figure it out and you had a full on panic attack, I’m the best option.” He says sternly as he looks at you and you nod in agreement, “Now just wait, very far away, and let me find it for you.”

“Thank you.” You call out behind him but he doesn’t respond.

At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it 'Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea 'Cause it will never be

“Here you go, in perfect condition.” He says as he drops the necklace into your hands and runs a hand through his hair. He looks gorgeous and you look down to avoid getting lost in his eyes.

“Your suit is wet.” You mumble with a sniff and he chuckles, the sound makes your heart race.

“We have magic, I’ll dry up.”

“Thank you.” You whisper as you finally look up at him and he smiles, that same hypnotic smile. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without it.”

“It’s just a necklace Y/N.” He smiles softly and you shake your head as tears begin to stream down your face again.

“No, it’s not just a necklace.” You sniff, “It’s you and I. It’s all that I have left of the love that we had, it’s all that I have left of the life we were going to build together.”

“Y/N.” The sternness in his voice makes you swallow hard, but you pull your hand up to indicate that you’re not done.

“Let me talk, please.” He nods and you continue, “This little gem is all the words that we never had the chance to say. It’s the nights we would’ve spent climbing into bed together, in our little house that’s tucked safely into a small town. It’s the cups of coffee I was going to make you when you woke up in the mornings, and the cups of tea you would’ve made me when we went to sleep. This little gem is the only thing I have to remind me that our love was real.”

“It also doesn’t hurt that it costs a fortune huh?” He asks with a grin, despite the fact that there’s sadness in his eyes, and you nod with a choked out laugh.

“Definitely a bonus.” You say as you laugh a little more and wipe away a few tears.

Draco pulls the necklace out of your hands and opens it to put it around your neck once again, and you turn around so he can put it on. “Look, Y/N, life is too short to fill up with ridiculous mistakes. You left me, like I never mattered to you, and it broke me.”

You turn back around quickly, “That wasn-“

He twists you back around abruptly, “Let me talk now.” You nod and he continues to hook the chain around your neck. “It took me months to decipher what you meant when you said that I had too much love for the spotlight, that I didn’t have the capacity to let it go. It took me months to finally grasp what you meant when you said that people fall at my feet, that my contrarian demeanor is a crowd-puller. And the recognition hurt, a lot, because I realised that you we right about most of it.”

You feel his fingers leave your neck as he places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “What was I wrong about?”

He pulls you back to face him and smiles as he looks down at you, “The only thing you were wrong about was my unwillingness to let it go.” He pulls you into his arms for a hug, and you sigh in his arms.

“You can’t just leave this life Draco, we both know it isn’t that simple.” You muffle into his chest and the vibrations of his chuckles make you smile.

“That’s where you’re wrong angel, I can just leave this life. You never gave me the option but,” You pull apart and he smiles so wide that you think his face might come apart, “I would give it all up, for you.”

Gleaming, twinkling Eyes like sinking ships on waters So inviting, I almost jump in

His eyes are shining as they look down at you with adoration and commitment, and it takes all the strength you have left inside to not pull him back into your arms. He brings his fingers up to the sapphire and rubs his thumb along it.

“It’s not all you have Y/N.” He pulls your chin up so you look him in the eyes, “I’m still right here.”

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hi lovies! guess who’s finally feeling good enough to write again! :) we’re going to ignore the fact that the FOOLWAG sequel is beating my ass though

I will not lie, I had a great time writing this, possibly one of my favourite requests by far. I was originally going to make the ending angsty but I figured  @evermoreeve (thx sweetie<3) reminded me that we all deserve a happy ending now and then.

anyway, i love you all,

jean <3