#I’ve loved him for years and it somehow just keeps getting stronger

[thememerman]

I went into this on Twitter but I’m gonna go into again bc I don’t have a character limit over here 🧚

THE SYMBOLISM OF CROSSHAIR LOSING HIS HELMET.

he’s had this helmet since Aftermath. It was one of our first introductions to Imperial Crosshair and the things he was willing to do (and was at first forced to do) to get ahead and be seen as someone important to a higher cause. It represented his loyalty *screams* to the empire and the new goals he had that ended up separating him from the Batch in the s1 finale.

and WHEN HE LOSES IT??? practically every trace of imperial Crosshair is gone too. he doesn’t care if Mayday is dead weight or not, he’s going to get him back to base or die trying. he doesn’t care about what the empire wants anymore. he doesn’t care about being a good soldier. he doesn’t care about orders. he’s more himself than he has been since the chip activated god only knows how long ago. he’s throwing everything to the wind because he cares, because he doesn’t want to be alone again, because he sees too much of the people he cares about *COUGHS* HUNTER AND CODY *COUGHS* in his brother and he can’t stand to lose him too. and then he does anyway. and Crosshair is so done and so broken that he’s literally willing to probably be executed for treason just to avenge Mayday’s death. he was ready to die right there on that godforsaken outpost and he’s not a commander anymore he’s barely even a soldier anymore it’s just. Crosshair. all alone. all over again

[hellodarling1357]

Flames and Embers - Cassian x Vanserra!Reader (slow burn)

Summary: As Beron's sixth child, and only daughter, you had spent your whole life being overlooked and under utilitised. It wasn't until Amarantha's reign that your talents were truly recognised for what they were - too bad you were forced to make a bargain to keep them secret

A/N: Hi! This started out as a request I received the other week but then turned into something completely different and so far from the original request that it’s now getting it’s own multi-part story

This will eventually become a Cassian x Reader fic with a bit of angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, and all the other fun tropes we know and love!

Enjoy 🥰

Word Count: 3k

Being the only daughter of the Autumn Court’s High Lord, alongside having seven brothers to compete with, you had been overlooked for most of your life which was just fine by you.

You had used the cover of being just a female in an archaic court to your advantage and took the time to observe and learn whatever you could. After being forced to witness how your brothers treated Lucien, you had always tried to have his back, which only went so far when any show of defiance from you was met with a beating. When Lucien had been forced out of your home, you had been heartbroken it had come to it but also happy that your youngest brother could finally become his own person and escape the cruelty that had followed him around his whole life.

Eris had always tried to keep an eye on you. He wouldn’t give up the façade in front of the others, however, he would find the time whenever he could to take you out riding into a long-forgotten part of the woods where he would teach you how to fight. The day you landed him on his ass had been one of his proudest moments, but that didn’t stop him from upping the pressure, forcing you to become stronger and more tactful in each step. Knowing that you could easily take on the rest of your brothers is what kept you from lashing out at their comments and actions towards you; with Lucien gone, you had become their next punching bag to which your father turned a blind eye.

Then Amarantha showed up and everything was turned on its head.

It was in no way a pleasant 50 years, however, you managed to stay out of harm’s way, no doubt at the hands of Eris' doing, and managed to avoid most of the horrors that occurred. However, once the human girl, Feyre, had arrived, you made yourself more present in the ongoings of Amarantha’s court, unable to leave the girl fully alone and fending for herself. Your need to help her was further spurred on upon realising that Lucien appeared to be her friend.

Lucien. The thought that your brother, the one who had managed to escape the past 50 years of torment, was now here as well had you feeling as though you had somehow let him down, even though it was completely out of your control. You hadn’t been present the first time Tamlin had sent Lucien to seek out Amarantha, the time when she had so viciously carved out his eye that even some of your brothers seemed somewhat affronted. However, you were there now. You had watched on in horror as Lucien defended Feyre, and then the 20 lashes Tamlin was forced to give after he helped with the first task…

Once Lucien had been allowed to retreat to his room, you had spent the next hour finding out as much as you could about Amarantha's plans for Feyre and your brother. With healing supplies in hand, you ventured into the sprawling court to where you had been told Lucien resided. With a quiet knock on his door, you entered the room and felt your heart break at the shaken, broken form of your brother. Despite the clear pain he was in, he had leapt off the bed at the sight of you and was quick to pull you into a tight embrace.

“Y/N,” He had exclaimed, carefully surveying you for any signs of injury. “Are you alright? What’s happened? Cauldron, I’ve missed you.” Then he was pulling you into another hug that left you in tears.

When was the last time you had seen him? It had been decades.

“I’m fine,” You brushed him off and made him sit so you could assess his injuries. “You look like you’ve seen better days.” He made a non-committal sound in response, taking in a deep breath at the sting of the healing balm you helped spread across his back. You pushed onto your heels, assessing the damage and your makeshift attempt of bandaging the wounds.

“What can I do?” You asked, feeling just as helpless as you did when growing up.

“Check in on Feyre. Please. I can’t…I can’t do anything, not now. And whatever game Tamlin is playing, he won’t go see her. Please. She’s all alone.” You hesitated for a moment but found yourself nodding.

“Of course. Of course I’ll go and see her.” You lowered your voice, not trusting that anywhere in this place was truly safe. “Does she truly love him?” If she did, then you all had a chance of getting out.

“She does.” Lucien answered, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“Anything else, let me know, alright? I’ll go and check on her.” You gave your brother a final hug and then slipped from the room, making your way towards the dungeons.

*****

“Feyre?” You whispered into the darkness, the guards were in the middle of their rotation, so you had few valuable minutes to slip in and out undetected, the limited healing supplies and food you managed to take with you were clutched tightly into the folds of your dress.

An incoherent groan sounded from further down the dark, cage-lined corridor. You hurried over, halting in your steps when you saw her sitting against the wall still covered in blood and mud, a pained expression on her weary face.

“Feyre? I’m Y/N. I’m Lucien’s sister, he asked me to check on you, see how you were holding up.” You tried to stay optimistic but the wound on her arms was nothing that you could fix. Maybe before Amarantha stifled everyone’s magic you would stand a chance, but not now when all you could offer were some clean rags, a bit of water and a scrap of bread.

You knelt on the floor in front of her cell, unable to get in without your magic or access to the key.

“I know it hurts, but are you able to move a bit closer, I can’t help you from here.” You cringed as you watched Feyre grit her teeth, slowly moving across the floor, pain evident on her face.

“Y/N?” She asked in a strained voice, you nodded with a small smile, passing her the bread which she quickly bit into. “Lucien told me about you. Said that you were here.”

“I don’t have long, here, give me your arm I’ll do my best to clean it but there’s not much else I can do. At least not right now.” You wiped away the blood and muck that lingered from the first task, trying not to grimace as you took in the severity of the wound. The sound of movement spurred you on, quickly ushering her to drink the water and finish the bread so you could leave before getting caught.

“I’ll try to get back here soon, okay?” Feyre was already making her way back towards the rear wall where she slumped against it. You were almost out when a small voice called out.

“Y/N? Thank you.”

*****

Managing to obtain some of the healing balm that you had used on Lucien's injuries, you kept to the shadows as you made your way back down to the dungeons.

You had been keeping an ear out for what Amarantha’s plans were for the girl; if she planned on healing her before the next task or leaving her in the dark cell to fend for herself. Either way, you couldn’t be too obvious in your efforts to help, lest you get caught and wind up dead for the blatant disregard of Amarantha's orders.

The sound of voices had you slowing in your steps as you overhead the back end of a conversation. Someone was in Feyre’s cell with her.

“Oh, that’s wonderfully gruesome.” You recognised that voice, but surely it wasn’t…

Feyre swore at the male, earning her a chuckle as he taunted, “Such words from a lady.”

You edged closer to the cell, unsure what your next move would be from here but still unwilling to leave her to fend for herself against Rhysand.

“Get out,” Feyre’s voice was frail as she tried to show her strength against the High Lord.

“Don’t you want me to heal your arm? Or is that what Y/N Vanserra is here to do? I know you’re there, Y/N.” His voice called out to you now.

Shit.

You approached the cell; it was too late to turn back. Your best chance was to play along with his games, there was not point in running, not when he knew you were there and that it clearly wasn’t your first visit.

“Hmm, wiping away the grime was a valiant effort, and what’s this you have?” The healing balm disappeared from your grasp, reappearing moments later in Rhysand’s hand. “Well, that’s not going to do much against the infection and broken bones.”

Rhysand turned back to face Feyre, “But how about a trade? I’ll heal your arm in exchange for you. Two weeks every month, two weeks of my choosing, you’ll live with me at the Night Court. Starting after this messy three-trials business.” You desperately shook your head, trying to tell her he couldn’t be trusted.

“No.”

“No? Really?”

“Get out.”

“You’d turn down my offer – and for what? A fool’s chance that this healing balm will work? Or are you holding out for your friend – for Lucien, correct? After all, he healed you before, didn’t he? Then convinced his dear sister Y/N to come down to tend to you after the first trial.”

Now Rhysand turned to face you, giving you a look that had you thinking he could see your every thought, which, you remembered with dread, he probably could. You had never been taught how exactly mental shields worked but you did your best to block him out. It clearly wasn’t enough judging from the chuckle and assessing look he gave you before facing Feyre again.

“The way I see things Feyre, you have two options. The first, and the smartest, would be to accept my offer.” Your eyes widened in anticipation as Feyre spat at his feet, but Rhysand continued pacing the length of the cell.

“The second option – and the one only a fool would take – would be for you to refuse my offer and place your life, and thus Tamlin’s, in the hands of chance.”

Rhysand had stopped pacing, staring hard at Feyre who had turned white as a sheet and looked as thought she may pass out at any moment.

“Let’s say I walk out of here. Perhaps this healing balm will work,” He tossed it back to you, desperate in your attempt to grab it before it could shatter to the floor. “Perhaps Lucien will come to your aid and offer his magic. Or perhaps he won’t come at all. Between you and me, he’s been keeping a low profile after his rather embarrassing outburst at your trial. Amarantha’s not exactly pleased with him. Tamlin even broke his delightful brooding to beg for him to be spared – such a noble warrior, your High Lord. She listened, of course – but only after she made Tamlin bestow Lucien’s punishment. Twenty lashes.”

Feyre started shaking, eyes darting up to you in confirmation and what looked like betrayal. You hadn’t told her about the lashes.

“Although, from what I heard, the punishment wasn’t overly effective seeing that the wounds somehow healed over within a few hours without the assistance of magic. You would almost think that something like that healing balm you've got there, Y/N, was used despite Amarantha’s order that there was to be no assistance provided.” Rhysand tutted as he turned to you with a smile that made your stomach coil but said no more on the matter.

“So, Feyre, it’s really a question of how much you’re willing to risk it. I don’t need to invade your thoughts to know that you’re wondering if that fever of yours is the first sign of infection. I already know that you’ve slowly been realising that you’re dying.” There was a beat of silence in which Feyre stared back at him with such hatred, you felt your pulse quicken at the thought that it may be too late to help.

“Well?”

“Go. To. Hell.”

Before you could react, Rhysand lashed out and twisted Feyre’s arm, her scream echoing throughout the cell as she thrashed against him. But he kept his grip, twisting the bone a final time before releasing her arm as she half sobbed and panted through the pain.

“This is the last time I’ll extend my assistance. Once I leave this cell, my offer is dead.” Feyre spat at him again but remained silent.

With a disappointed sigh, Rhysand began to ripple with darkness. You weren’t sure what to think; you couldn’t trust him but if Feyre really was dying and this was her only chance of survival…

“Wait.”

The darkness around the High Lord vanished, solidly appearing again with a grin as he faced Feyre.

“Yes?”

“Just two weeks?”

“Just two weeks. Two teensy, tiny weeks with me every month is all I ask.” He was kneeling in front of her now as he purred out his terms. As if suddenly aware of how much time you had already spent down here, your senses picked up, listening closely for any sounds of the returning guards, but there was nothing.

A surge of magic had you turning to face the cell just as Rhysand grabbed Feyre’s arm. She let out a scream before fainting, head falling against the wall.

“What did you do?” You yelled, banging on the bars of the cell in a futile attempt to get in.

“Exactly what we bargained for. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you, Vanserra.” Before you could process his words, Feyre was suddenly sitting up, with the blood and mud completely gone you could do nothing but watch as some colour finally returned to her cheeks. Letting out a sign you offered her a small smile, at least he had kept his word and healed her arm. The remainder of the bargain was something to think about later when you all got out of this mess. If you all got out of this mess.

“What have you done to me?” Only then did you notice the black swirls that covered her skin and the large eye tattooed in the centre of her palm.

“It’s custom in my court for bargains to be permanently marked upon flesh.”

“Make it go away.”

“You humans truly are grateful creatures, aren’t you?” Rhysand stood back up, darkness wafting around him again. “I think I’ll wait to tell Tamlin about our little bargain. I do wonder if he will be as appreciative as you are. Rest up, Feyre.” And then he was gone in a shadow of night.

“Feyre? Are you alright?” You knelt on the floor outside the cage, surveying her for any signs of potential harm caused by Rhysand, but she just looked tired, troubled.

“I’m fine. My arm is fine. I just feel stupid, he didn’t do that to help me, he did it to hurt Tamlin.”

You let out a sigh, “We’ll deal with that later, alright? At least you’re not about to die, so we will take that as a win.” Standing back up you surveyed her again; she was so young and had already faced so much more than most of the fae here. “I’ve been here too long, I need to go before the guards return. But, Feyre, I’ll be back. I promise.”

*****

You slipped out of the dungeons and hurried down the corridor, quickly ducking behind a corner at the sound of the guards returning.

“Hello, Y/N.”

You jumped at his voice, heart hammering in your chest as you turned to face Rhysand where he casually leant against the wall, picking at his jacket as he surveyed you with mild interest.

“I was starting to wonder about what you had been getting up to after all these years here. We never see you at any of our Lady’s…festivities.”

“I must have missed the invite.” You tried to step around him. You had gone this long without piquing the interest of any of Amarantha’s cronies, managing to stay relatively to yourself, and you’d be damned if you were forced to show your face now.

“Interesting,” His violet eyes continued to assess you. “You know, it doesn’t surprise me really. I remember back when we were just children, playing court whilst forced to join in on the formalities. You always managed to remain in the shadows, yet even back then, you somehow knew everything and got away with so much.”

You stared back, eyes narrowing as you waited for him to continue. He clearly had some angle he was getting at.

“Yes. Those particular skills may be useful to me one day. And while I’m in such a giving mood, how about a bargain of our own? You be my eyes and ears,” You scoffed, already shaking your head as you attempted to walk away again. “And in return, I’ll keep your role in all of this quiet. You wouldn’t want Amarantha to know that it was you who helped Lucien, and now Feyre, would you? After all, I’m sure she would be pleased to be reminded of your presence in her court.”

Glaring at him, you knew he had you cornered. The satisfied smirk that played on his face told you that he knew as well.

With a reluctant sigh you stretched out your hand which he firmly grasped.

“Fine.”

“Lovely.”

You refused to break eye contact with the High Lord as you felt his magic encase your upper arm and shoulder, no doubt leaving a similarly intricate pattern to the one now splayed across Feyre’s arm.

You looked down to see if there was any visible evidence of the bargain, but it was completely covered by your dress. Good. At least that would stop any questions from being asked.

“I’ll be seeing you around, Y/N.” And then he was gone in another shadow of darkness.

[tinkerbelle05]

We are Done

Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x black!fem!reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: Miles being a shitty bf & lying

Summary: Miles has been hiding things from you and after he leaves during your date, you have had enough.

Notes: first time writing Miles, might be a bit occ. Some cussing too.

You were sitting in your and Miles' favorite diner for over 20 minutes on a sunny Saturday afternoon. It was somewhat filled, mostly with teens on dates, like you are supposed to be. You try to drink some water and play a mindless game on your phone to distract yourself from the irritation you are feeling. But those do not help.

You had a whole date planned for you and Miles to catch up. Lunch at the diner, next catch a movie, and then go to an arcade. And Miles promised he would be here and instead, you were staring at an empty booth across from you.

When things were, it was so good. Miles is kind, funny, and he's everything to you. You two have been through a lot together in the last year and came out stronger. But when things were bad, they were downright terrible. He is constantly late to most of the dates you planned and you are trying to be understanding. School is hard and he is under pressure but you don't know how long you can keep giving your hopes up like this. You are reaching a breaking point.

You hear his voice before you see him. You hear him apologize for bumping into someone and watch as he hastily sits down. He looks frazzled; curls sticking out a bit, eyes darting around, and heavy breathing.

“I’m glad you could make it,” you say in a collected voice but your face says what you are feeling from his pained expression. He knows he's in deep shit. Good.

You have many, many things to say to this boy right now. Most are cussing him out and yelling at him, all is deeply inappropriate to say in a public space. So you leave. You exit the store without saying a word to him because it will get ugly if you do. You just need a cool down and things will hopefully be fine.

But of course, he follows after you with yellings of “Wait” and “Slow down a bit", and all they do is make you walk faster.

Maybe in the past, you would've stopped walking and waited for him. Listen to the pre-planned excuses he would have for why he’s so late and listen to his lies of doing better. Of being better. You don’t want to hear it, you won’t listen to it. Not this time.

Somehow Miles catches up to you and holds you to stop. He pulls you into an alleyway away from the public.

“Hey, hey, I’m so-“, he starts off.

“Don’t, Miles. Just stop talking.” You scowl up at him.

And he does. You look at him to see him looking at you with those brown eyes you love. They're deep and rich, you feel like you can fall in them forever. It looks like he’d gotten a fresh new haircut too.

“Why were you late, Miles?” You asked, calmly.

“Uh, well you see the train wasn’t working, you know how they are on the weekend,” he tells you and avoids looking at you. You couldn’t help the scoff you give him and breaks loose of his grip.

“You're lying,” you tell him and your voice becomes louder with every word. “You’re always late and you just keep lying to me, Miles! Is there someone else?” But at this question, your voice is quiet and on the cusp of breaking.

“What!” He asks, eyes wide and taking some steps back. “There is no-. Why would you even ask that?!”

“Because you keep lying, Miles. Lie, lie that’s all you seem to be doing these days. And you have the nerve to ask me that?” You rant at him and walk away.

“Woah, woah.” He grabs you by the arm again and turns you around. “I know I’ve been…distant lately and I’m sorry. But there is no one, I swear. I will-”

“Do better. I will be better.” you finished for him. “That's what you always say and you never deliver. So, not only are you lying about where you are, but you're also lying about doing and being better. I can't do this right now, Miles, I can't.” When you move to go home you notice that his hand's grip on your arm isn't as tight anymore, and when you look up to see his face, his eyes are distracted and he looks spaced out.

Tears are starting to swell up in your eyes, “Are you even listening to me, Miles?!”

"Yes, of course, I am," he answers but his eyes aren't even on you.

He looks at you and at the street, obviously torn between something. But he so clearly wants to leave. You ripped your arm from his loose grip and glared up at him.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you Miles, but if you leave me right now, we are done. I’m done, do you understand?”

He starts to walk closer to you, and for a moment your heart feels a bit light but the moment is gone as quickly as it came. He was hesitating, stuck in between movements.

You give a teary laugh and start to walk away. Feeling like a fool, “Goodbye, Miles. Don’t come looking for me after this and lose my number. You clearly have made your choice.”

See ya in the next one guys 👋🏿

Taglist & Masterlist & Reqs Info

Taglist: @justbeethings, @butterfi

My Reqs are open!!

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please read the tags and warnings before reading.

BNHA

you could have knocked me out with a feather by sahwen

"Your X-rays don’t indicate any fissures or other breaking in the skull,” his handler said as she looked over his file. She always spoke like that, as did his other handlers; the skull. Not his. Because it wasn’t his, when you got right down to it. He was a public figure. He was property. He was real estate.

And he knew what she meant when she said your x-rays don’t indicate any fissures. It meant, you’ve wasted our time. It made him sweat.

Or: Hawks gets bonked. The HPSC is not a hospital.

Stranger Things

Adopt a Jock by @sp0o0kylights

Hellfire adopts Steve during his final year of high school. Pre-Steddie. (Ongoing tumblr fic)

DC (Batfamily)

This Dark Ceiling Without a Star by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

"For fuck’s sake, your chatter is going to drive me crazy faster than this stupid spell.”

“Then you talk!”

“There’s no point!” Jason snaps. “I can feel it, okay. It’s—there’s no emotion behind it, it’s not using my thoughts. It’s just a bunch of weird Greek echoing in my brain and a compulsion to act. And it’s getting stronger. Talking isn’t going to slow it down.”

“Then what will slow it down?”

After five long seconds of silence, Tim gives into the urge and viciously jabs his fist into Jason’s leg for the second time.

“Goddammit, why?” Jason snaps, green briefly sparking in his eyes before disappearing just as quickly.

“You are not seriously going to just sit there and wait to die.”

“The hell do you care anyway?”

“Because I don’t want you to die! Obviously!”

“You fucking should."

Marvel

status quo by jilliancares

"So, you’re investigating this not-so-bad-bad-guy, and you’re coming out of his apartment at—" Wade tilts his head to the side, just enough to check his watch “—almost exactly the time you usually start your patrol.”

Peter chews on the inside of his cheek. “Yep,” he decides on.

“And — just to be clear — I definitely shouldn’t unalive this guy instead of the douchebag across the street.”

“Definitely not,” Peter agrees. “No one would like that.”

Wade bangs his head against the fire escape again. “Okay, Webs. This one’s just to gauge if you’re smarter than a fifth grader: how much of that do you think I actually believe?"

Or: Somehow, the components of Peter’s secret identity keep crumbling all around him.

Also: He’s running out of excuses not to tell Wade that he’s in love with him.

9-1-1

Don't You (Forget About Me) by Princessfbi

"Bill, can you tell me your location? I want to send some people to make sure you’re okay. You don’t sound okay.”

“I’m not. But he’s worse off than I am. Shouldn’t you want to help him instead? Wouldn’t you want to know where he is?”

“Who is he?”

“That firefighter I buried underground.”

The long awaited buried alive fic

ATLA

All the Little Things by CSHfic, VSfic

Sokka receives an offer of an arranged marriage from the Northern Water Tribe. On the one hand, accepting would strengthen ties between their tribes. On the other hand, Chief Arnook has suggested Hahn as a potential match, and Hahn sucks. But with the future of the Southern Water Tribe Reconstruction project relying heavily on the good will of the North, Sokka doesn’t know how to say no.

(Katara doesn’t have to deal with this. Katara is dating the Avatar.)

Zuko has a solution. Sokka just wishes he’d realized he was in love with the Fire Lord before he agreed to pretend to date him.

Classroom Lessons by Thisisentertaining

Sokka never would have thought he'd be pretending to be a Fire Nation Colonial Citizen, going to a parent conference about his fake!son who was an airbender, but here he was.

At least life wasn't boring.

Sokka turned on Aang, fake mustache and beard bristling. "Young man, as soon as we get home, you're gonna get the punishment of a lifetime."

The headmaster smirked, smugly, evil-y, Fire Nation-y. "That's what I like to hear. Really Zuko him."

the snakes, and the people that they bite by Serie11

Rai is just a normal guy, really. One of the many guards that patrol the Fire Lord's palace.

Why did it have to be him who got caught up in this assassination attempt?

Finishing Each Other's Sentences by mindbending

fire lilies are red your melancholy mood’s blue still I prefer you 

After the war, Sokka starts writing poetry.

She broke your throne by Serie11

Zuko is kidnapped from his afternoon of paperwork by a well intentioned friend. There just so happens to be a festival on in town for them to attend instead of working...

[alltoolewis]

Our pumpkin patch - Lewis Hamilton

Get ready for a bunch of outdated Halloween prompts because I can never stick to a schedule hehe! I actually hate this, but I've been so inactive and felt like I had to post something haha! I hope you all enjoy it regardless. Love you all! 🤍

Summary: when you and Lewis have a rare night together, you set up a scavenger hunt to surprise your husband with your upcoming member of the patch…

“Are we still staying in tonight?” You sighed, nuzzling yourself closer into your husbands chest as he placed his arms around you for a morning cuddle, something you had grown use to after a heathy 4 years together. “I think so!” He smiled, kissing the top of your head “unless you want to do something else, I heard there’s going to be a party at Toto’s-“

“No!” You insisted a little to quick and loudly , causing Lewis to raise slightly from the bed in confusion “I mean, I just want to spend tonight with you… only you!” A soft sigh fell from his lips as he pulled you closer to him. The familiar pit of guilt raising in him as your words repeated in his head. Before he met you he hated the idea of getting married or being tied down to a person, not liking the idea of leaving them for so long and creating a long distance that could of easily been kept short, but then he met you…

He knew you were special from your first meeting, the way your eyes beamed for every person in the room welcoming them all with a genuine smiles. But when your eyes met his your whole demeanour changed, it was like your whole body froze, eyes losing there gleam slightly as they transformed into a look of astonishment and lust, and his body mirrored yours unconsciously. From that moment you knew that you were bound to be together, and once your relationship grew stronger and tighter, Lewis couldn’t wait anymore to get down on one knee, making you his forever… making you Mrs Hamilton!

Of course he still hated leaving you, moments like right know confirming that, but he knew that your small distance made your love stronger, giving him something to fight on the track for and something to look forward to when he was able to come home.

Tilting your chin up slightly, he hovered his lips over hours, making your eyes flutter open “you have me… only me & it’ll always be that way..”

‘No it won’t’ you thought, hoping he wouldn’t feel the smirk on your face as you brought your lips together, climbing on to his body as your hand traced up and down his cheek “are you sure I have you now?” You whispered, lips still attached to his as you slowly rotated your hips against his growing bulge, making him groan against your lips.

Keeping you close to him, he flipped your positions around, causing you to shriek as he straddled your petite body. His hand drifted under the material of his shirt that laid loose over your body, making your breathe hitch as he teased your skin that so desperately want to be touched. “Please, Lew...” you moaned as he hovered over your breasts, not giving you want you needed so badly as he kissed you as though his hands were doing something innocent. Removing his lips from yours he kissed along your neck, nibbling your ear softly as he whispered “I’m sure… I’m sure I’ve got you as well from those pretty sounds coming from your lips” only then did he give in to your touches, both of you getting lost in between the sheets as your moans mixed into the morning air. Sex was no longer a thing that was purely for pleasure in your life when you met him, he somehow having an ability to enlighten your body with not only pleasure but also passion and trust… no matter how rough he’d go or how rushed it maybe, he always made you feel like you are the only girl in the world… because to him you are!

"Do you have to go?" You groaned as you hung on to him, not ready for him to leave you just yet. A sigh fell from his lips along with a guilty chuckle as he tried to peel your body away from him "You know I do darling; Toto will kill me if I miss another meeting!" Last time you stopped Lewis from going to one of his meetings in Monaco, Toto was fuming, reading right through his lie of him being unwell knowing full well that he just didn't want to leave you! His team never saw you as a distraction, Lewis never made you one, and he balanced his work and personal life perfectly, but that didn't mean that there wasn't the occasional flicker of favouritism when it came to choosing between you and his sport, there being no Suprise when you always came on top of the battle.

Seeing the guilt in his eyes, you let him go, a frustrated groan leaving your lips as you rolled over shoving your head into his pillow "Fine you can go but tell Toto I hate him..." Lewis chuckled at your words, only just making them out as they came out as nothing more than a muffled sign. Leaning back over the bed, he placed a delicate peck in between your bare shoulder blades, causing the familiar feeling of butterflies to float across your skin "Will do, princess..." He laughed lightly "Now you get some more rest, yeah? I'll see you at 6!" Once again, he struggled to make out your response, but as he heard a light snore fall from your body, he took it as a confirmation that he could go.

Getting ready for the day while you were still tangled in your sheets has always been a distraction for him. His eyes flickering between his own reflection in the mirror and the slight reflection of you still sleeping in the bed, made his heart melt. He hated leaving you like this, all relaxed in the comfort of his home. It was times like that when the thought of retiring flashed his mind, you always tried to dismiss the conversation, telling him that his legacy was nowhere near over and he still had so much more to prove to not only the f1 fanbase but the world. But the truth was that if he did leave, move on from the sport that had helped him climb up to being one of the best athletes in the world, he'd have a new legacy to build... a family with you, and that to him was more precious than any world title or trophy could ever be! Once he was dressed and cleaned up after an eventful morning, he went on to make the morning a little easier for you, tidying up the kitchen from the night before, feeding roscoe, and even setting you up a little breakfast before he actually left, counting down the hours until he was able to return back to you!

Making sure you heard the door fully shut, you climbed out of bed, giving him an extra minute or so in case he forgot something before you tiptoed to your wardrobe, pulling out the little box that you had hidden from him. No matter how many times you opened it, tears gathered in your eyes, not truly believing what you saw!

"Right, Roscoe..." You smiled, patting the bulldogs head as he slept next you "Let's get daddy's suprise ready for him, yeah?"

Taking the box with you, you ran downstairs, immediately going into the cupboard to pull out your fall decorations, something that Lewis, fortunately, knew about so it wouldn't seem odd when he walked into a completely different decorated house. You decided to start with the living room, changing out the summer look to an autumnal vibe. New maple-colored cushions were placed on your couch as you hung a burnt orange crocheted throw across the top of it. As you were changing out the candles, your eyes flickered toward the photos placed on the shelf, each having one thing in common. "Your daddy sure loves a hug, eh?" You spoke, gazing at each picture as if it was the first time you had seen them. Lewis's arms were wrapped around you in each one of them, some of them being behind hugs, while others where you snuggled on his lap as he looked into the camera with a huge smile on his face. Picking up the one that stuck out to you the most...

You, Lewis, and Roscoe all huddled on the couch, the banner behind you saying welcome home as you looked at each other with eyes of love. The memory was a fond one, you moving into all of Lewis's homes as your relationship took the next step. But there was something about his Colorado home that took a special place in your heart, you didn't know if it was the privacy of it or the warm feeling you get when you stepped inside. Whatever it was it felt like home... and that's what it became to the two of you. "We'll have to take a new one soon, roscoe..." You whispered, hand hovering your swollen belly "With the four of us..." Roscoe let out a small huff as if out of jealousy, causing you to throw your head back laughing "It's just the three of us for now, spud... you'll always be little baby!" Giving him one last pat on the head, you went back to work, making sure the whole apartment was full of autumn accessories before getting started on your notes.

When you first found out you were expecting, you were stuck on ways to tell him! Umming and awing over whether to go simple with just a T-shirt and the test or go more out and put on a show for him. But as you flicked through many pregnancies' announcements, the perfect idea came to you, a perfect combination between simple and all out, and all you needed was a few envelopes and a pumpkin, one a little smaller than the ones you carved a couple of nights ago!

The time flew by, as you continued to set the apartment up, and before you knew it, your husband's voice echoed around the place "Angel... I'm home!" He yelled the familiar sentence, causing a smile to appear on your face as you grabbed the first enevelope.

"Did you do all of this by yourself?" Lewis cooed in awe as he looked around the apartment, making his way over to you to give you a hug. "It's not that much, lew" You giggled, as he picked you up slightly, twirling you around "It's only a couple of cushions and candles!"

"Are you kidding? It looks amazing! You should have told me though and I could have helped you!"

"I didn't want you to..." You teased, jumping out of his arms and taking a step back "I've got a Suprise for you, Anway!" Raising his eyebrow up in confusion, he breathed out "What for? Have I missed an anniversary or something?"

"No silly..." You giggled, leaning over to give him a peck on his blushing cheeks "Just because I love you!" Not giving him a chance to reply, you handed him the small orange envelope, making more confusion cross his face. "What is this now?"

"Just open it please..." You pushed, anticipation rushing over you as he tore it open. His eyes scanned over the little piece of card in his eyes, heart-melting at your scribbled handwriting "How are you so perfect?..."

"I try my best..." You blushed, trying to change the topic quickly "C'mon read it out loud then!"

"It's time for a scavenger hunt, hip hip hooray! Now go to the place where we both lay!" A huge smirk appeared on his face, at your poor attempt to rhyme "Great one sweetie, bet that one took you ages to think off!"

"Shut up and follow the clue!" You giggled, grabbing his hand as you led him through the apartment into the bedroom. Where the next envelope lay on the freshly made bed, surrounded by a bunch of fake leaves "You've really put in the effort for this one, haven't you?" He laughed, love clear in his voice as he pecked your lips gently. Blushing, you shrugged "Like I said I do try!"

For the next 20 minutes, you had him running around your apartment, going through cupboards, climbing under chairs, and even going through his trophy collection to find the clues.

"Is the last one now, Honey?" Lewis chuckled, slightly out of breath after running around "I don't think I can handle anymore; I've forgotten why you're making me do this..." His hand went to grab the next envelope, which was thoughtfully placed on the picture you saw earlier "That was a good day, wasn't it..." Lewis smiled fondly at the memory, remembering every single detail as his hand went to grab a hold of the envelope. Anticipation getting the better of your voice, you just nodded, silently urging him to open it, and once he did his eyebrows furrowed once more....

'I love looking back at our family of three but hold on a second what's that under our garden tree!'

"What does that even mean?!" Lewis chuckled, turning the note around to where you stood with amusement. "Follow the clue!" You shrugged, allowing him to take your hand in his. But before he led you out to the balcony porch, he pulled you into his, arms wrapping around you tight as he kissed the top of your head "What's this for?" You giggled, nuzzling further into his chest as he continued to leave delicate kisses. Tilting your chin up slightly, he placed his lips on yours mumbling softly on them "Just because..."

Pulling away from the kiss with a smile, you pecked his lips once more "I love you so much, Lew..."

"I love you too, darling!" He smiled back, grabbing your hand once more "Now come on, let's see what's under the garden's tree!" Your apartment was once again filled with nothing but laughs, as he dragged you to the porch, his eager hands pulling open the door.

"What the hell?!" He gasped, as he looked around the 'empty porch' where nothing but his workout equipment and dining table was "There's nothing out here (y/n)..."

"Look under the tree..." You whispered, tears already gathering in your eyes as he walked over to where the three pumpkins were...

The one that he designed... The one that you designed... & a smaller one with your ultrasound picture leaned against it

Lewis's body froze as he stared at the small pumpkin patch in front him, not even being able to read the sign above it as the tears instantly fell from his cheeks "Are you serious?" Lewis mumbled voice barely a whisper. Your hands shook with nerves, as you silently nodded, not knowing whether to take his words positively or negatively. But when his hands cupped his face and sobs of relief echoed around you, you knew there wasn't anything to be nervous about.

"I'm going to be a dad..." He mumbled through cries, falling into your body as you wrapped him a warm hug "I'm actually going to be a dad!"

Not being able to speak yourself, you just nodded, your own tears mirroring his as your giggled "You're going to be a dad, Lew..." A squeal left your mouth as he picked you up, twirling you around with cheers of 'thank you's' and 'I love you's'.

"I can't believe it..." He sighed, dropping you back to the ground as he placed a delicate kiss on your growing belly "Our baby is in there!" He whispered, repeating the action over and over again as you laughed.

His hands reached out to grab the picture, more tears escaping as he looked at it with astonishment "This is unbelievable (y/n).." He smiled, pecking your lips repeatedly "Your unbelievable! How long did you keep this from me...?"

"About 2 weeks!" You smirked, rubbing your belly "I wanted to wait for the perfect timing! "

"Well, this sure is it!" He laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, as you stared at the little pumpkin patch in front of you.

"I love you so much... I love you both so much!" He sighed, looking back down to you before glancing back to the corner of the pumpkins, finally being able to read aloud the sign that hung above it....

'The hamilton's pumpkin patch... Newest member ready to pick up in June 2023!'

"I need to tell Toto, that next year will be my last season..." Lewis interrupted the moment, trying to get out your arms to grab his phone, but your desperate hands stopped him. "Don't you dare!" You sternly spoke, a smile still on your face.

"Why not?!"

"Because..." You smiled, pecking his lips as you grabbed his hand hovering it over your tummy "I want our little pumpkin to witness the best driver in the history of the sport..." His fell back on yours as more tears slipped down his cheek...

"& I want him to know that that's their daddy!"

[count-alucard-tepes]

King 👑 x Reader

An unexpected encounter…part 2

Part 1

Part 3

It had been a week or so since his encounter with Y/N and he could not get her off his mind. He wanted to know how she survived…where did she hide for all these years…and why didn’t he find her quicker. He spent most of free time trying to find out any information about any other survivors of his race until he couldn’t contain himself anymore and went to Kaido.

“…what’s on your mind, King?”, he asked as he watched his right hand man walk in without his mask which only meant he was troubled by something.

King took a seat not too far away and sighed softly, “…I’ve encountered Katakuri Charlotte’s second in command when we were doing the exchange…a woman”.

Kaido’s eyes widened before he chuckled loudly, “…well this is definitely something we should have a drink for! King is in love! That too with one of Lin Lin’s crew!”

King’s eyes widened as he blushed darkly, “That’s not what I meant, Kaido-san!”, he said in embarrassment.

“Is she the one you almost killed? You seriously have to learn how to be better with women”, Kaido laughed as he gave King some saki.

“Kaido-San, please! I didn’t mean to do that…she just wouldn’t answer me!”, he said looking frustrated, “…back to my point, she is a fellow lunarian…her physical appearance…she said she is from red line…there is no doubt in my mind”.

Kaido raised a brow at this as he sipped his drink, “…so it seems you aren’t alone in this world, little Alber…”, he said with a little smile, “…I would like to meet her but of course this will be something more strategic”.

King looked curious at this idea, “…what do you have in mind?”.

Kaido smirked, “…been a while since we had a banquet…let’s get that going and invite Lin Lin and her crew”.

King nodded and put his mask on before making his way out, "...don't try to kill her this time, you sadistic pervert!", Kaido chuckled.

Back on Whole cake island, Big Mom was informed of the invitation to Onigashima and ordered some of her children's crew to attend with of course Katakuri and Y/N being in attendance.

Katakuri frowned when he heard this but there was no way of backing out especially if it was an order. He would go to Y/N's home which wasn't far from his and knock on the door. She would answer after a little while and smile, "...well well, look what the donuts brought all the to my door...might rain today too with this special appearance".

He glared at her for a moment before rolling his eyes, "...gonna let me in or not?", he said as he folded his arms across his chest.

She grinned and let him in, "...I did get some donuts from the bakery...and just made some tea...want some?", she asked gently knowing he was sensitive about his mouth.

He nodded, "...I need to tell you about the event we need to attend first...and if you don't want to go...I can get you out of this somehow".

She looked a little confused as poured him tea before taking a seat, "...hold on...let me put my blindfold on before you rip off my head", she said as she put her blindfold, "...okay show me some fingers".

"You know I was just being serious literally 2 minutes ago...", he said as he adjusted her blindfold before holding up 9 fingers, "...okay go".

Y/N looked thoughtful, "...hm...2...no wait...7".

"...yeah you're wrong...anyway back to what I was saying...Big Mom was invited to Onigashima for some party and we need to attend..., Katakuri said as he began taking off his scarf and helping himself to some tea and donuts.

"...wait...that's Kaido's island, right? Okay I'm in! I've always wanted to meet him!", she said as she chewed her donut.

Katakuri looked at her for a moment, "...just a reminder his right hand man tried to kill you not too long ago...and Kaido is way stronger than him...".

"Oh...right...that...", she said sounding a little distant, "...I mean...I won't go near him....I just...I'll stay with you so I'll be safe...right?".

He didn't say anything for a moment, "...just make sure you keep that mouth shut and we won’t have any problems...".

"You can't see it right now, but I'm rolling my eyes at you", she said with a pout as she sipped her tea.

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Arriving at Onigashima was no easy task but Y/N was already flying about while the others were still on their ships. It was so exciting to see it from the skies, especially with the waterfalls' breeze in the air, it felt way too good on the skin.

"...you seem to be enjoying yourself while the others are still making it up here", a familiar voice said from just behind her.

She froze a little before looking back to see King was flying right behind her, the beast pirates were on land not too far away. She immediately flew back a little, "...past tense...I was enjoying myself", she said as she gave him the stink eye.

"...good...", King said as he turned his attention to the ships making their way up before instructing his men to show them the way to the island.

Y/N flew down to Katakuri's side and stood behind him, "...you okay?", he asked gently as he looked at King who maintained eye contact with him.

"...yeah...I wanted to punch him though", she said softly as she turned to look down at the water.

"...the feeling is mutual", Katakuri murmured before turning his attention to the island before them.

Once they arrived on the island, Y/N followed Katakuri's lead and once Big Mom was with Kaido, he asked to meet her too.

Y/N hesitantly went into meet Kaido while he and Big Mom talked and dined with Katakuri right at her side.

The Yonko immediately focused his attention on the young woman, "...Lunarian women are truly a sight to behold...if only I were a few decades younger I'd make you my wife", he said with a chuckle as Y/N blushed awkwardly.

"...Kaido-sama...is so kind", she said looking down at her hands as she knew she did not want to fuck up by saying anything that would get her killed.

Kaido chucked as he looked over at King who not too far from his side, "...now if you try and hurt her again...I'll pluck you like a chicken".

King sighed softly in response, "...yes, Kaido-san".

Y/N headed out with Katakuri after that strange encounter, "...I feel like I need to bath in acid after that", she said under her breath.

"...you did good, he seemed to like his ego stroked.. .along with other things", Katakuri said with a little smirk.

"...oh stop, I don't need any images in my mind...I'm going to nap for bit...I'll see you at the party later on", she said before flapping her wings a little before heading off to their quarters.

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At the party, things were getting pretty wild as one could imagine with a concert going on and then the actual dinner taking place.

Y/N attended the concert and thought Queen was pretty cool, he even gave her shout out! Of course, she was having the time of her life because this never really happens at Whole cake island.

When she did go out for some air, it was so much more quiet outside than she expected. She leaned out against the balcony frame and looked out at the moon when she heard someone behind her.

"...I'm starting to believe you like sneaking up on me...almost like a stalker", she said over her shoulder.

King looked at her in silence for a moment, "...I wanted..to apologize...", he said gently.

She frowned a little when he said that and turned to face him, "...I'm listening", she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"...I was surprised to encounter you that day...it was overwhelming...I never thought...I'd meet another again", he said gently.

Y/N tilted her head slightly as he said that, "...another? Wait...you're...take off your mask right now", she said as she moved to close to distance between them.

He hesitated as he looked down at her for several moments before leaning down so that she could take off his mask.

With gentle hands, she gently pulled it off and held it tight to her chest as she looked up at the man before her, "...oh...", she whispered in realization of how all the recent events fit together.

They looked at each other in silence...

((Alright I had way too much fun writing this one! I'll do part 3 later on today! Let me know what you thought about it so far!))

[molinaskies]

I Love You - Come With Me

46k words

There’s no “me,” anymore. In a way, there’s only “Sonic the Hedgehog,” and that hedgehog, somehow, isn’t me.

I keep telling myself that I’m zipping around the world with Amy because she needed a break and she wanted to get away from a desk and that all of this is for her, but is that entirely true? I guess it’s a symbiotic situation–-it’s not like I’m not enjoying myself–-but she needed this more than me… Right?

What if when Sonic asks Amy to go with him on an adventure, she says yes? They’ve always been inseparable kindred spirits, but what exactly makes their bond so unique, and where do they make each other stronger?

This is my Sonamy Thesis. This is that story.

I Love You - Come With Me: FF.net

I Love You - Come With Me: AO3

Surprise! I made cover art! Hehe ✨

Two years ago, I wrote I Love You - Come With Me as the cap to my “Summer of Sonic,” where I’ve revisited and fallen back in love with this franchise, this relationship, and these characters, as individuals. I feel like I’ve really grown to understand the nuance of SONIC, the kid and the franchise. This, to me, is my Sonamy and Sonic Thesis - THIS is why these characters are poetry in motion, and THIS is why Sonic is a beautiful character.

This is technically set in the IDW universe, but I don’t find that information all that important to the story. There aren’t any major spoilers, no IDW exclusive characters come up beyond brief mentions, and you don’t need to be caught up over there for any part of this to make sense. Some minor plot points and locations are referenced, but most of the locations are original. “Inspired” might be a better word than “set.”

I’m touched to say that my work has impacted so, so many of you ♥️ you all have giving me an fun, kind space to share in the thing I love the most, so thank you all for being you!

Chapter One - “I Love You” - Below

“I love you, Sawn.”

In front of her small suburban home in Central City, Amy’s lips curl into a small, shy smile. The rays of the setting sun illuminate her face, showcasing the soft blush that tints her cheeks. Her right hand fiddles with the gold bracelet adorning her left wrist, and while she’s certainly trying to fight it, she slowly shifts her weight from one heel to the other. I might not’ve noticed if the fabric of her dress didn’t flow with her movements.

Amy, despite her affectionate streak, doesn’t say those words often. She doesn’t need to say them because she knows that I know how she feels.

I just wish I knew what to say back.

I know what my response is, but something about saying it makes my throat clamp shut, my quills stand on end, and my mind shut down.

So, I stand here, tongue-tied and flustered, staring into those sparkling jade eyes—eyes that haven’t sparkled in months.

Whenever we’ve seen each other recently, which has become increasingly rare over the better part of a year, she either hasn’t slept in days or is in the middle of something: paperwork, preparing for an outreach mission, a well-deserved power nap on the Restoration lobby sofa—something. Whenever I want to check on her, the headquarters in Emeraldville is always my first and only stop. I haven’t seen her outside of the building in weeks.

Today, though, she found me in Tails’ workshop—she just walked right in and called my name. I all but jumped out of bed and down the stairs because I thought something was wrong. But no—she just winked, said she has some free time, and told me to walk her home.

All the way, she’s been her bubbly, witty, silly self, again. It’s been a long time since this much of her attention’s been on nothing but me. It’s intimidating. It’s… nice.

“Then, come with me,” I say. With half-lidded eyes and a smile that doesn’t quite radiate the warmth I feel inside, I extend a hand to her. “Let’s follow the wind and see where we go.”

Amy’s wide eyes dart between my face and my open hand. She takes the smallest step and extends her hand, but just when her fingers graze mine, she rips them and her gaze away.

“I… I don’t know,” she whispers. My smile falters, but I keep my hand outstretched. More to herself than anyone, Amy continues. “I can’t leave if I’m needed here.”

My face softens at her admission. Selfless to a fault.

“Well, how’s Jewel settling under the Restoration crown?” I ask. Amy snorts to herself.

“Like a natural,” she says. “She’s a better lead organizer than I was.”

“Does the Restoration need any extra hands?” I ask.

“Well, no.” Amy pauses. “We’ve gotten a new wave of volunteers.”

“And how are the Rabbits doing?”

“…Cream and Vanilla are fine.” Amy glances away, biting back her smile.

“Then, you’ve clearly worked your magic here,” I whisper as I close the gap between us and take her hand in mine. “Come with me, Ame. Take some time to yourself and come with me.”

Amy’s gaze meets mine again, and I can’t look away as she intertwines our fingers.

“Okay.”

[postmodernbeing]

𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 - Chapter I

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Ominis Gaunt x Female Reader (fluff, the slowest of burns and angst but not really because I’m too soft for that. Also, the plot is plotting, so be patient)

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: After your 5th year in Hogwarts things got complicated between the Sallow’s twins, and somehow Ominis and you grew closer for the very same reasons. You both tried to face your 6th year making amends between them while solving mysteries inside and outside the castle... Like the unusual lights that appeared inside the Black Lake, or the secret conspirancy against Headmaster Phineas Black that somehow seems related! Looks like this year will be as eventful as last one. Except this time, you can count with stronger friendships and an -almost- unconditional companion, your dearest friend, Ominis.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Mentions of physical and verbal violence, spoilers if you haven’t played/watched HL. Also, English is not my first language, so I'm sorry in advance if there are spelling or grammar errors. And lastly but no least: this is a safe space for anyone regardless sexual orientation, gender expression or any other preferences of self-representation. You're seen and worthy of respect and love.

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: +3k words.

Masterlist | Chapter 2❈✧

𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: The events occur during the 6th year for MC, Sebastian and Ominis. Anne does return to Hogwarts as a special request from the Ministry (by influence of Mr. Gaunt, Ominis’ father), so she gets the chance to study her 5th year and take her O.W.L.s while receiving special care in the Hospital Wing. Also, MC is a Slytherin, I thought that would complicate things and constantly summon tension in their dynamics because of the whole “So close yet so far” situation, so naturally I went for it. Also, I'm trying to alternate the narration with personal journal entries and letters between characters. Hope this provides authenticity to the storytelling.

Chapter 1. Talking in whispers

September 1st, 1891 – Feldcroft

Weather most certainly has been unusual these past few days, but it’s not the only oddity in my journeys lately. As my return to Hogwarts approached, I began to notice that with the stormy days, came a deep uncertainty about what our sixth year may uphold. I must admit, I’ve grown rather anxious in the worst of ways. In the past, my friends -the Sallows’ twins- had received me in their home so I can keep the distance between my extended and even my nuclear family during the summer. Nonetheless, with their uncle passing, I felt as if my presence could draw in indiscretion. Anne tried to shove that thought off by keeping her invitation to stay at Feldcroft. I know she does trust me and we’re close friends, but it just wasn’t the same without Sebastian. From whom actually, I received constant owls since she stopped answering his letters, incessantly asking if she could ever forgive him and the extent of his regret.

I must say, I thought about stopping answering him too, but a good friend in common reassured me it was best to keep an eye on him, and maybe, with our return to the castle, we could try make amends and start over new our friendship. This friend of mine… I’ve talked about her in this very journal of mine, yet I’ve not dare to register her name or make grandiose descriptions about her character. Until now. I owe her keeping my sanity during this summer and I’m deeply thankful for her friendship since last year. During the holidays we were able to catch up with what was her first year in Hogwarts and the way she had to stay put between classes, combating poachers, ashwinders, defeating Rookwood and ending Ranrok’s rebellion, and if that wasn’t enough, she watched Professor Fig die in combat. Never occurred to me that that much of a burden she had to carry and kept silence about it. Now that we’ll see each other again, I’m truly eager to tell her how fond my admiration for her has grown. It’s actually funny when I think that one of our firsts interactions was me getting angry because Sebastian showed her the Undercroft. Who would have guessed how valuable has she become to me in the past few months?

I, too, owe her taking care of Sebastian. Since he couldn’t get home, she made sure to keep him company, she even found them both a job and a place to stay with Sirona  Ryan during the summer at the Three Broomsticks. Ms. Ryan said it was like watching herself during the time that she, as student, started attending tables at the mythical establishment. My dear friend speaks highly about Sirona and her great generosity and thanks her constantly. I shall do the same on behalf of them if I’m ever at the Three Broomsticks soon.

Enough of the labors of my magic quill on this journal for now. As I recite these lines, my travel to Hogwarts has come to an end. I’ll meet Anne there. Perhaps my anxious trembling gives me a truce when I’m in my friends’ company once more.

-Ominis Gaunt

While Ominis made his way to the castle you and Sebastian were frantically packing your belongings back in your shared piece at The Three Broomsticks. It was rather small but enough for two individual beds, a small table, and a private bathroom. With a single window that stand between beds, it casted an invisible division in the rather cozy room: your side fairly tided and organized, and Sebastian’s, well… it was utterly chaotic but none of your problem. Sirona had wished to provide you with the best room she rented but Sebastian and you insisted the small one would do. Besides, it was sufficient for the time that you’ll work there. But back to the present, you seriously needed to focus since you were minutes away from the sorting ceremony for the new students and of course, the welcoming feast.

- “Remind me to never stay up late the night before classes.” – Sebastian said as he tried to dry his hair from the shower he just took. He woke up a couple of hours ago and his suitcases were nowhere close to be finished.

- “I can only try but I’m sure you’ll complain and convince me to let you be” – You said with a laugh as your belongings were finishing being arranged. Not that you carry much with you since most of your priced possessions were reclused in the Room of Requirements inside the castle. Note to self: See Deek immediately to check on the recently rescued beasts that he wrote you during the holidays about.

- “And that’s why we make a good team, my dearest friend.” – He answered playfully. That’s most certainly true. As summer went by, Sebastian and you grew even closer. The care you put in your interactions with him in his darkest of moments… he’ll be forever thankful for it. In retribution, he cultivated his patience for Anne’s response. Sebastian promised himself to make all the possible effort into righting his wrongs; first and foremost: by staying out of trouble this year. Ominis and you decided to not turn Sebastian in and he won’t spoil what could be his last chance before it’s too late.

- “Well, I think I’ve finished with my things. I’m going downstairs to check if Sirona needs help with anything before we leave.” – You said as your suitcases disappeared from the room and reappeared in the cart that waited for both of you outside the establishment. Dispersed thoughts ran in your mind on your way out, and a quite annoying anxiousness traverse your body as you thought about the ceremony close to begin back in the castle.

- "Well, this explains why there’s a cart pulled by thestrals outside my property. What are you still doing here? I thought you’d be long gone by now.” – Sirona asked you warmly when you entered the cellar.

- “After all you’ve done for us, you wouldn’t believe I’d leave without saying goodbye, don’t you Ms. Ryan?” – She laughed at the formality.

- “Since this very moment I remove all work responsibilities and primness from you, young lady”. – She then embraced you. – “Promise me you both will take of each other, and in case trouble appears you’ll run to me and your professors”.

- “Needn’t worry, Sirona. You have my word. And since you seem to need me no more…” – You said dramatically, and she laughed out loud. – “… I say we’ll see you soon enough for some butterbeers.”

- “Can’t wait to have my two best employees back with gossip from the big old castle. Please do give Mirabel my greetings.” – And with that last exchange you headed outside and found a now quite eager Sebastian to leave.

Hogwarts rose proudly, enigmatic, and ever long charming. From its stained-glass windows light was casted and somehow it seemed as if some idyllic glow radiated around the entirety of the castle. You then wondered if would ever be possible to -someday- admire it without loosing your breath. Not even rain spoilded its sight. Your contemplation was interrupted when you felt Sebastian’s leg shake with anticipation. You could only bring your hand to his shoulder. - “Sebastian, it’s going to be alright. I won’t leave your side and I’m sure Ominis is equally avid to meet again.” -

- “I know that, thank you. It’s just… I know Anne is going to be right there and I’m frankly overwhelmed. As much as I deserve it, don’t want to feel her disappointment all over again.” - Sebastian had to turn his head so you didn’t see him sheer a tear.

Absurd, really, since you’ve already cried together countless days and nights when facing the death of Solomon since the very first moment until this. Although you couldn’t blame him, deep down he wished to look put together for Anne, to prove her that even if the road was long, he was willing to redeem himself.

With a sigh he claimed: - “I think we’re here. Ma’am, allow me.” – And then he offered you his hand when getting off the cart.

Rain stopped for a few moments, the moonlight pierced throughout the clouds illuminating the Black Lake and all of Hogwarts’s gardens, meanwhile fresh air filled with petrichor surrounded your senses. As you began walking towards the entrance few familiar voices could be heard, and the very same scene repeated itself everywhere: friends reuniting, young lovers embracing, professors joyfully giving their warm welcomes. That’s why you couldn’t help but to spare a thought for Professor Fig and Miriam, wondering what could have been. Soon enough you reunited with Natty, Poppy, Imelda, Garreth, Leander and Amit in the Great Hall only after waving, yelling salutes and being held in group hugs for a while.

- “I certainly knew people talked about you and your prowess, ‘Hero of Hogwarts’, but never occurred to me you had that many friends.” – Pointed Sebastian.

- “Oh, and I never thought I get to see you jealous, my dear companion.” – You both had to laugh.

Something was true, even though you cared deeply about all the friends you’ve just greeted, you could only worry deep as you search for Anne and Ominis proved infertile. Sebastian was about to call your name only few seconds before Professor Weasley asked to put you aside, to talk about something important, she said.

- “I’m glad to see you reunite with so many friends. During holidays I wondered if you were doing fine with, well… Professor Fig’s passing. I know you both were close, and he was equally your mentor as a friend too.” – You could feel your cheeks covering in shame. Of course you were doing fine with all the work, Sebastian’s company, Sirona’s wisdom, Ominis’ letters, and the occasional visit from your other friends on your days off. Somehow that kept the guilt away for a moment, but it always came back. Guilt for not being smarter, faster, stronger enough. You knew it was unfair blaming you, the only way to prevent something like that from happening, was to practice even harder, expand your knowledge and discipline. But your strength should emerge from guilt? One must be careful when dealing with it. – “...If you need anything please come to my office. Asking for help takes courage and I find you are one of my bravest students. I’m quite aware you’re not only dealing with the departure of Eleazar, but also Sallow twin’s situation keeps you worried, isn’t it? Please, try not to push yourself too much.”

Just like with Sebastian a few moments ago, before you could say anything Professor Weasley only winked an eye leaving you alone again. - “What was that?” – Sebastian approached again.

- “I sometimes forget that Professor Weasley is highly informed about most things that happens to students and the castle. Don’t think she knows the details, but just in case… we ought to be more discrete.”- You finished saying but Sebastian already had his mind somewhere else. Sighing again he implied:

- “No pressure, but you’re the key to whatever happens right now…” – Then you saw them, already sat in Slytherin’s table. Oh, you could run to them and just hug them so dearly, so warmly; but you knew that rushing could ruin things. With both your stomachs turning and chests burning, Sebastian and you started walking towards Ominis and Anne. Earlier it was decided that you would only sit close enough so Ominis can notice you nearby, but Anne wouldn’t have to see Sebastian right away. Patience was crucial.

Whilst houses were sorted between the newest students and announcements were made by Headmaster Phineas Black, Ominis could hear you speak trivialities with other people, he then noticed your proximity. You’ve had explained him in a letter that this was a temporary precaution for Anne. The real confrontation would have place at the Undercroft a few days from now. Although he was convinced it was for the best, he couldn’t shake a certain feeling which his words failed to describe. He only wants this to be over so you could all be friends again. Alas, if he could only see the way you’re looking at him right now, his heart would break for he can’t endure watching his friends afflicted. Ominis might not say it very often, but his actions prove it. All he wants is to protect you all.

- “Before I finish, I must insist you to stay away from the Black Lake until its fauna irregular behavior gets back to normality. According to recent reports, the lake’s not safe, that’s why I’ve decided to prohibit any club’s or extra-curricular activities involving the lake. Violating this rule will imply detention. In exchange, and since Professor Kogawa convinced the Ministry on a quite elaborated trial, this year's quidditch season might be resumed… for now.” – Headmaster Black concluded and automatically Sebastian looked at you as if he was thinking ‘We should investigate’ while the Great Hall filled with both confused and excited conversations between students. Then, Ominis turned to your direction assuming you would read his expression ‘We promised no more recklessness this year’. You three can read each other’s minds, really.

The rest of the feast passed with no remarkable events, although you wished the distance between Ominis’ seat and yours could simply narrow for some support with the growing tension would be appreciated. Silence reigned your lips until it was time to head to the common rooms. Which reminded you... sleep would certainly be a challenge since you shared room with Imelda and other two girls that happened to be strangers to you. Can’t deny that you wished there was a way to beg Anne to forgive Sebastian, turn back in time, for things won’t be the same ever again. What does it take to right the wrongs? What about the irremediability of death itself? Students started to rise from the benches and walk their way out and that was the signal you were hoping for what it felt as breathing again.

Sept. 1st, 1891 – Hogwarts

I wish I could write about anything that didn’t involve fear and solitude. Even though I counted with Ominis’ company during this past couple of months, I just missed deeply my twin. Of course, my mind would be long lost without my friend’s aid, but it feels as merely a reflection, some sort of fog from what was life before. My uncle’s belongings are intact, and I intend to not touch them, not now or ever. Seeing Sebastian again was… meaningful, in a tragic – dreadful way. And watching him so close to this girl, the ‘Hogwarts’ savior’ some say, was somewhat unsettling. Not that I don’t consider her a friend, I’m just quite conflicted. We’re not particularly close and she couldn’t stop watching us, which was quite uncomfortable. I rather not think about this anymore. As I write this journal entry, my roommates are getting into bed. My 5th year feels already wrong. All my life I took classes with Sebastian beside me. I’m not ashamed for staying behind since my health was compromised, and I owe Ominis a great deal since he talked to his family about my situation and appealed to his father’s scarce generosity so he could convince some Ministry authority to take me back into Hogwarts and receive decent treatment. But what does shame me is to think about the great cost that my friend would have to pay to his family for asking that favor. He even confessed before sending the letter “I wonder if they know I’m still alive”, so I’m aware his efforts were significant. It’s also no secret that his little sister started her first year last September and completely ignored him every time she’d ran to him. Merlin, his cousins won’t even talk to him even though they were sorted into Slytherin too! I can’t imagine being oblivious to my own brother. Well… I might actually have now.

Don’t want to think, don’t want to feel right now. Rather sleep.

   -Anne Sallow

You seriously needed to rest. Tiredness showed in your whole face, but it just felt wrong in a moment like this. So, you sat right next to the chimney where you talked to Sebastian on your first day and stared into the fire, thinking ‘What a day’. This started to feel quite nice. You could listen to the music from a distant record player paired with the sound of droplets falling into the tinted-glass roof that the common room has indicating rain arrived once more. As for the sight in front of you, the light casted from the fire was certainly a contrast from the Black Lake that rose meters from your seat. You always wondered what would happen if the glass simply broke, but then again… enchanted castle, it’s less likely to happen. The absurdity of the thought was interrupted by the echo of steps, at first you assumed it was someone who had to leave their chambers for a midnight visit to the bathrooms, but you started to worry when the steps seemed to approach you on a faster pace, and what was that? Were they were calling your name? It was merely a whisper that sends shivers down your spine. Quickly you took the wand in your pocket and casted lumos until the figure responsible showed in front of you.

- “[Your name]? Is that you?”

- “Good heavens, Ominis. You scared me, I thought…”

- “Do forgive me, but to be fair… imagine if it wasn’t you and now someone else knows I’ve been searching for you this late at night. I was the one nervous. Prefects will take any excuse to send people to detention. Power-sick people.” – He chuckled at his own observation.

- “Searching for me, Ominis? Is everything alright?”

- “Yes, of course, relatively I suppose. Sebastian told me back in our room that you probably would be here since you had trouble sleeping lately.”

- “Well, as a matter of fact I have. As this day got closer and closer.” – Ominis’ frowned and wondered what you meant by that.

- “Do you mind if we sit?” – You asked before he could open his mouth questioning you. You headed to a bigger sofa leading Ominis with your voice while extinguishing the fire. Both decided it was time to talk about the circumstances in which your welcome to the castle occurred but got interrupted after his tongue slipped and almost told you about what he had to do to make Anne return. You knew Ominis is not a good liar, and even if he was, “You’ll break down all my efforts into deceiving you”, he said.

- “You must tell me. We’re a team now, Ominis. I know last year we had our differences, but if I can help you in any way. Please…”

- “Although I appreciate your interest, this is simply not the moment nor the place for me to tell.” – You noticed that he got closer to you and whispered softly, – “I might not be able to see it myself, but I remember a few students pointing the chattering that the portraits in this area have every now and then about the private lives of anyone they get to eavesdrop. Now, the paintings are not the one’s I’m worried about, but if what you said about Professor Weasley means she’s somewhat aware of the situation, well…” – He was right, lights were dim, but you could point the sleepy faces in those portraits. You understood that it was something serious and must take precautions when speaking about anything that involves the Sallow’ twins.

- “Ominis… I might have an idea. Let’s meet up again tomorrow on that wall in the Astronomy Wing from which hangs that big ancient tapestry. Do you remember where? Climbing the stairs in the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower?”

- “Yes, yes, I do recall where. But… it’s just a corridor. Won’t be easier for prefects or professors to notice us?”

- “I promise you, they won’t. But I can’t give you many details, alright? Also, I think is best if we don’t tell Sebastian or Anne about this.”

- “I’m not sure, last time we played hiding things from each other, well… ‘that’ happened.”

- “It won’t be like that, Ominis. I’ll make sure of that. Think about this as we’re making extra efforts into bringing our group of friends together.”

- “Alright, you’ve convinced me. Although you never seem to have trouble archieving that.” – You smiled at his remark and with that said your goodbyes both finding your ways into your rooms. Most certainly, you thought again: ‘What a day’.

[bisamwilson]

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wish that i could wind (like a spiral stair through time)

“Five o’clock sharp every morning, baby,” he’d said, over half a century ago now, his voice weak and his bones weaker, holding onto Bucky’s far less wrinkled hand with all the strength he still had. “Early morning exercise is important for old men like us: keeps us living longer.” Bucky has lived fifty-two years, three months, and twelve days longer than Sam had ever gotten to, and, running his hand over Sam’s side of the bed, his favorite blanket kept pristine even after all these years, he thinks living longer is the last thing he’d ever want. He still gets up at five to exercise every day, though. After all, Sam had asked him to, and who is Bucky to deny Sam anything he asks, even all these years later.

2. my convenience store dream boy

The most definitely real heat gets stronger for just a moment, disappearing when Cap puts on a friendly smile. “Can’t say I pegged you for an optimist, Bucky,” he says, holding Bucky’s phone out. Bucky takes it back without looking away from his face. “I’m not, usually. Only when there’s something—or someone—worth inspiring my optimism.” Bucky’s probably gone too far on the side of “hammy,” but Cap’s still interested enough for him to think he didn’t quite blow his chance. As a matter of fact, he’s a little too interested, really, because this is going to give Bucky ideas—the dangerous kind, the kind that’s gonna break his heart someday, he’s sure.

3. put some mustard on it

Sam notices the heightened restlessness too, he’s sure, but that comes along with Bucky agreeing to go on morning runs with him more often as well as an exponential uptake in random warm smiles, so Sam probably doesn’t say anything in worry of breaking that particular spell.  Every time he thinks about that ring he just breaks out into a grin, and every time Sam asks him to come along he doesn’t want to miss a single second. Smiling, running, being with Sam, looking at his ring from Costco. That’s most of Bucky’s life these days. And buying and subsequently wasting mustard, of course. He’s been too busy thinking about the ring to stage that intervention.

4. but it feels like there's oceans between you and me

Usually pleasure rolls off Bucky in waves in times like this, the initial slow push almost more satisfying to him than the explosive finish, but now Sam feels a frenzy of emotions, entirely at odds with Bucky’s calm approach to fucking him.  Fear. Relief. Anger. Worry. Something Sam might call “love” if he didn’t know better.

and, of course,

5. (it's your kiss) hey princess

There’s a noticeable pause between Sam’s steps at that, but Bucky effortlessly leads them back on track. “I appreciate dropping formalities, but I gotta say, ‘Bucky’ does not exactly fit with the handsome noble vibe you’ve got going here.” Bucky spins them around in a move that is surprisingly easy but leaves Sam a little breathless. “Childhood nickname that stuck. My middle name’s Buchanan, which is somehow even more unfortunate than Bucky, but my younger sister, Becca, had issues with it when she was young. It came out more similar to ‘Bucky,’ and that’s what I’ve been called ever since, at least by the people I’m close to.” “We’ve met so recently, Buck, one might think it’s a little sad that I’m already included in those ranks, even if I’m not complaining.” Bucky dips him low and leans into his ear, whispering, “We’re not quite close yet, Prince, but you’ll forgive me for hoping we get there.”

[mezmer]

VENT!!! Chronic illness!!!!

Second paragraph is about epilepsy if you want to get to the “good part”. Kind of complaining maybe but I noticed people sigh and roll their eyes about me having severe scoliosis in general. I’ve gotten all sorts of responses like “yeah my back hurts really bad too, right here” which I think is strange and doesn’t come across as sympathy. You know, and worse i won’t dwell on since it does feel as if I’m just complaining about it. I wanna swallow that pill and detox. It’s hard to describe this… I used to talk about my condition way more in high school because it was still then such a shock to me. Genuinely reaching out to people and admitting to them how much it affected me, seeking a connection because I wasn’t making one. I won’t touch on that experience in detail but I learned to start keeping it to myself which is probably the right thing to do anyways and more noble to “suffer in silence” how corny that sounds. Another nit pick of mine is my mother, bless her heart, has never been motherly to me about my condition. Never once did I wake up to “how are you feeling?” I know how ridiculous this sounds. There’s people without mothers, or abusive mothers. So yeah, I am probably sounding insufferable. She never congratulated me when I found a noninvasive treatment provider I had sought out since my diagnosis ar 14 (i did indicate to my mother around 11 years old there was something wrong with my body and she said I would grow out of it. Early intervention with scoliosis is key to preventing severe curves.) My mom is just another eye roller, along with exes, old friends. If they weren’t being negative, it felt like they didn’t care. Sometimes I felt as pathetic as I seemed to be. Along with my silence, I did stop caring that they didn’t care, but the negativity hurt. Oh gosh, and the way I tried to make friends with several women I knew who had scoliosis. None tried at all to connect with me, besides one woman, Rachel. She was an addict and had a curve much like mine, and we had nearly the same birthday. She passed away of an overdose last year and she was a mother like me……

One point I can make that has further cemented how little a chronic spinal deformity matters is how it compares to people’s perception of scoliosis vs epilepsy…in my firsthand experience. The drastic difference between how I’m treated for both. With seizures, people become so compassionate towards me and I can see the extreme concern in their eyes and hear it in their voices. Even Johnny… yeah, it’s disgustingly clear the epilepsy chokes him with fear and love for me, when scoliosis just.. I don’t even know what he thinks because he doesn’t even talk about it. To me, scoliosis is just as frightening as epilepsy. People don’t give a fuck about scoliosis and scoff at it, but epilepsy is somehow the edge of death to them. This is kind of a running joke in the scoliosis community (97% women!) that we aren’t taken seriously, it’s a condition only weird dorks get. There’s an American dad episode about it :) And I WISH I COULD ADVOCATE FOR SCOLIOSIS. but it feels like I’ve never been taken seriously. And it’s time I got over it; maybe writing my little tumblr post will close the door on the last decade of embarrassment and shame for being who I am. None of what I mentioned includes my struggle with opiate addiction, feeling pathetic and alone. or how my body looks from having scoliosis. Every inch of my body is asymmetrical and I can’t look in the mirror naked still after all this time. It’s terrible and… I’m praying I can be stronger about this. I can forgive God, but it’s hard to forgive my own partner and my own mother. Yes I have made it clear and opened up as wisely and honestly as I can convey. Nothing changed.

Thank you to those small few of you who have treated me with compassion. Yes, it means this much to me. I’m not seeking attention; I’m just confused why this condition is so…

[espoir-et-reves]

Hi! I wanted to tell you that I just finished part 1 and 2 of "a stranger in time dancing in flames, whispering to the stars" and I enjoyed it so, so much. The way you write the characters is amazing, and I love the way you developed them! Naruto being more mature, smarter and quick-witted thanks to finally getting a proper education and a happy childhood is a lovely way to tackle the problems he had both in the shinobi academy and life in general, and Sasuke getting to be with his clan and study the techniques they've had for centuries while training with his family and friends and turning out to be a stronger and kinder version than the one that was filled with nothing but hatred and anger is a nice change of pace from the canon's "you're weak because you lack hatred", and I love it! The characters get so much development and go through moments that are so, so rough and painful in ways that tear them apart- yet it's never the pain that makes them stronger, but the unconditional support and love that others give to them, poor Sakura is going through so much and then people think to come to her thinking that she can somehow help them with problems that kid has no way to know how to help them with (Shin ik you're in a lot of pain and I'm so sorry but Sakura is NOT the best person to help with love problems, all she got from "love" was a literal hole in her chest). It's really funny how this Sasuke DOES like her but she's completely done with him bc of the other timeline that she never even notices the signs that, when she sees on people looking at others that are not her, she immediately recognizes, which now that I think about it may also come from Sakura thinking that no one would love her the way she is now, not even in a conscious way bc of thinking that she doesn't deserve it or anything, but simply putting herself out of the possibility of ever dating anyone unconsciously because she couldn't even imagine herself being in one because of the weight the world puts on her shoulders without knowing about it (and I'm so glad she has people to talk about it, because after all she IS human and has her own limits on her mental health, and those chapters after Shisui had died that had warnings about either death or self-harm had me worrying about her so much) your fanfic has been wonderful to read, and I wanted to thank you for making something so beautifully written

Hello, and terribly sorry for the late reply.

First of all thank you so much for your kind words! I’m really glad that you’re enjoying the series and the way I’ve portrayed the characters in their new/altered circumstances 💕

Naruto, even in canon, exhibited a level of emotional strength and such kindness that honestly amazed me considering the way everyone had been treating him. In my fic that existed as well in his first years of life, but now, him being part of a loving family and having close friends way earlier only works to amplify those traits, as well as mature him in different ways than in canon. He has people to lean on, so he can be vulnerable as well, but in the same vein, having people he cares about makes him want to be stronger in order to keep them safe.

The same goes for Sasuke. And since his family was never taken away from him, he’s allowed to be the kind, considerate, loyal son, brother and friend he couldn’t be in canon. I’m basing their personalities on what we know and have seen about them. Canon Sasuke as a child was downright cute, happy, kind and a bit obsessed with his brother 😂

You are quite right about Sakura’s feelings. On one hand she’s not even considering romantic love and dating because she has the greatest mission ever resting on her shoulders, but yes, she is also feeling… not unworthy of love per se but close to that. Her whole existence in this timeline is followed by secrets and deception. Even if it’s not to hurt others, the fact remains: no one but a very select few actually know her and love her for all she is. Part of her is scared for how the people she cares about would treat her if they ever found out that she’s been lying to them their whole lives. And honestly, her friends are still in a way the ghosts of theirselves she knew in another life.

Thank you so much for reading “a stranger in time” and I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of what’s to come! Until next time 💖

[louisisalarrie]

Do you think there’s anything to the Louis/Danielle thing? I mean he could just randomly have wanted to re-follow her. She is definitely still engaged isn’t she? I saw she announced that last summer but not much since and her insta posts don’t give much away.

I know we all want him to be with Harry but uhm…sometimes I’m just not sure! And then I read loads of lovely Larry receipts and think yeah they def had something! Urghh I’m so conflicted…and if I’m honest I do get the feeling a girlfriend is going to show up on the scene sometime soon.

Holaaaa anon! She is still engaged, and due to get married soon. It was just a very odd thing to do on Harry’s birthday (AU Timezone), and he knows that whenever he follows/likes ANYTHING it ends up on HLDaily or we find out somehow. He knows his every move online is caught by us, so, what better than to cause some chaos by following his ex stunt “gf”?? On Harry’s birthday?? And then mysteriously a Louis song leaks that is very loud and larry, and one of the first lyrics in it “calm before the storm” is also a tweet that he posted exactly 2 years ago and yeah… everything is kind of messy and chaos and I’ve probably not explained it right but things have been WEIRD today. And then the pap pics of harry and yeah… it’s all just very odd hahaha.

And don’t unlarry my love!!! Keep strong. I can understand it’s extremely frustrating when we don’t really get a lot of communication and proof from them sometimes, and things are quiet or we’re dealing with trashy stunts and everything, but they’re stronger than ever. And will continue to get louder. In saying this though, if you ever need a break from the chaos of the larry & anti worlds, do take a step back and don’t get caught up if you don’t have the capacity for it. Look after yourself first and foremost!

But if you wanna get a little more up to date stuff, go and watch all of cosmicleeds YouTube videos. There are larry recap videos posted like every month still, that pick up and explain a lot more than I can.

[camillafanfiction]

A moment in history

Camilla stared into nowhere, her eyes glittering like diamonds. The tears had come once she had realised what had happened. The unavoidable, the unspeakable, the unbelievable. The one thing that had changed her life forever - in a way that her life had never changed before. She had to be strong, she had to keep a stiff British upper lip. She had to get on with it - a mantra she had accepted and followed quite early in life and which had helped her through all different and difficult situations. 

Her mother-in-law, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, was gone - dead. 

It just couldn’t be. She was lost for words, her mind swirling. It wasn’t right. 

Of course, it didn’t come as a surprise, but somehow deep down her, she had hoped that her husband’s mother was immortal, that she would be forever, that she would outlive them all. But of course, she was as human as the rest of the world - though it was sometimes hard to believe. Since The Duke of Edinburgh had passed away almost a year and a half ago now, Her Majesty's health, mentally as well as physically, had had ups and downs, though the downs had been more and more and more…

Death hadn’t been quiet, it had been loud and fussy, full of noises and discussions. Camilla had lost loved ones before. First, her mother - at the most terrible time - , then many years later, her father, and eight years ago her brother - his death still felt surreal. Death had been quiet with all of them, almost silent. The Queen’s death itself had been quiet and peaceful - she had been surrounded by her loved ones, her son and daughter. Her two out of four children who had been seeing her becoming Queen had now been the last two people to see her leaving the world as a true Queen. It was as sad as beautiful. But the fuss that was ‘normal’ when a monarch died shook her to the core.

She wasn’t sure how she would be able to face all the things that were now coming. She had always dreaded that moment, always hoped it would never come. 

Her husband was the new king. She was his queen. 

She had curtsied to her husband, kissed his hand and whispered “God save the King!”, before she got up and wrapped her arms around her husband. This was the moment he had trained for 70 years of his life. Yet, it was the most surreal moment she could ever imagine.

“Camilla?”, her husband’s voice sounded soft and stirred her out of her thoughts. It had been hours since the Queen had passed away, endless meetings and consultations had been going on - Camilla wasn’t sure if she still existed in time and space. She had been glad she had found a minute for herself to let it all sink in.

“Darling”, she replied softly, her face dark, fighting back the tears. 

“Oh sush!”, he whispered, leaning down to her and kissing a tear away from her face. She was so pretty even though her face was full of sorrow. To see her like that made his heart ache - his pain was nothing compared to seeing the love of his life like that. “We’re in this together, my darling. There’s no need to worry.” He smiled at her bravely, fighting back his own tears.

Camilla managed a crooked smile. She loved him. Her husband, her hero, her king. “I should be the one supporting you…”, she replied, wrapping her arms around him to feel him close to her.

Charles shook his head, only a slight movement. “You have done more for me than I could ever have asked for, my love. You’ve always been my rock. To have you here with me, right at my side, means the world to me. You know, that’s all that I want: just you and me, always. ” He placed a soft kiss on her cheek, then pulled away to look into her eyes. “I could never do this without you.” Charles bent forward and Camilla felt another gentle kiss - this time on her lips. “I love you, they cannot take it.”

Camilla looked up, right into her husband's eyes. “I promise to stand by your side and make you a stronger person, even if it takes all the strength I’ve got.” It was a promise she had given him before, a promise she had always kept, a promise that she would stick to, no matter what the future held for them.

[artistically-unique-girl]

So I’ve come up with another lmk au. I call this one Monkeys Reborn because Wukong and Macaque get reborn as human twins.

Just some random lore bits:

- Wukong is older by a few seconds. (They are both currently 21 years old)

- Mihou wasn’t originally seen when the twins’ mother got an ultrasound upon finding out she was pregnant.

- Wukong was named after the Monkey King because of how much their mother loved the story of the Monkey King while Mihou was named after the Six-Eared Macaque because it felt only fitting (also she really likes macaques).

- Wukong is shorter than Mihou, W-5’3 M-5’6

- Wukong works as a game designer/developer and makes most, if not all, of the art for his games.

- Mihou is a college student, majoring in theatre.

- Both have occasionally lended their voices for Wukong’s games, but more so Mihou than Wukong since he has stage freight (which seems to follow him from his past life).

- Mihou actually works at Pigsy’s Noodles, but only part time.

- Wukong somehow managed to befriend Mk and end up as his successor (though that’s not official since Mk doesn’t actually need a successor yet, it’s just an excuse to get Wukong socializing with others).

- Both actually kept their previous powers (gold/truth vision & super hearing) when they were born, but the powers started out as good intuition (for Wukong) and sensitive hearing (for Mihou) and only got stronger and more like it was in their past lives (which leads to Mihou keeping a pair of noise canceling headphones with him in case he needs them).

- Mihou was born with naturally white hair, which resulted in teasing from other kids.

- Wukong always fought anyone that teased his brother, but sometimes Mihou would join in on the fights if there were too many kids for his brother to take on. (They always won, but ended up getting detention for fighting).

- Mihou started dying his hair in high school.

- Wukong actually doesn’t like being named after the Monkey King, but he did dress up as his past life once when he was a kid.

- Wukong is friends with Mk and Mei while Mihou is friends with Red Son.

[impishtubist]

prongsfoot anon from last night just coming back to say that yes omg moonseeker is fantastic and the prongsfoot and moonseeker combination is so ideal. i love sirius, remus, and james in any combination, but i usually prefer to have all three of them be involved in each other’s lives no matter what the specific romantic ship is if it isn’t wolfstarbucks (wolfstar moonchaser prongsfoot etc) so prongsfoot and moonseeker together is just perfect to me!

i can imagine a post-war scenario where james & sirius are together and have harry, and remus is either living with them or he spends most of his time at godric’s hollow when he’s not working; he doesn’t date and he hasn’t really concerned himself with finding a partner. he’s just happy all four of them survived the war mostly intact, and he focuses his attention pretty much entirely on james, sirius, and harry, the former of whom aren’t exactly chomping at the bit for remus to date anyone either (they’re all a bit codependent, always have been, but are particularly so after the war, especially if the stuff with peter still happened). so they’re happy! things are good!

regulus meanwhile is doing okay, and he’s also at godric’s hollow quite a bit, but he’s a lot lonelier because he tends to put himself through periods of self-imposed exile because of a general sense of guilt for things that happened during the war, or things that happened during school, or his and sirius’s childhood, etc. he also hasn’t been dating, but that is in part due to the fact that he’s had a frankly massive crush on remus since regulus was in at least 5th year. his feelings only became stronger when they work together during the war, after regulus switched sides. he loves how sweet remus is and also how absolutely unhinged he can be (they definitely unalived some death eaters together a few times). he ignores all of this for awhile because he thinks either james and/or sirius are dating remus, then once he finds out that isn’t the case he doesn’t do anything about it because he thinks remus won’t be interested in dating his best friend’s ex-death eater little brother. but one day remus comes to grimmauld to pick up the wolfsbane potion regulus makes for him (either james or sirius could easily make it but regulus specifically offered, he wants to make it for remus and likes being able to help him out somehow). and once regulus has it ready he comes downstairs to his office where he told remus to wait and finds him sitting on the floor with one of the occamies regulus keeps (for potions reasons) curled bodily around him and remus is petting their head like they’re a dog and not a particularly aggressive magical creature. remus just looks up, and says, “oh i hope it’s okay i’m holding them! they seemed curious about me and wanted out of the cage” and poor regulus just can’t take it anymore and blurts out “yes that’s fine also please can i take you on a date. we can get dinner. that’s something people do on dates isn’t it?”

and remus at first thinks he’s having him on; as far as he’s aware neither of them go on dates and besides that regulus is well fit, rich, established, a war hero, etc; remus frankly does not see where the appeal lies in himself for regulus and tells him so because the poor thing is overly blunt. and regulus immediately gets on the defensive and gets all haughty about it, very much “well don’t you think if i wanted to be with one of those high society twats i would be already? who are you to tell me we’re not suited? i’ve fancied you since i saw you flitting around in the black lake during your 6th year dirtying your trousers as you looked for glimpses of grindylows, while you waited for potter and my lovelorn brother to stop snogging in the woods. i’ve wanted you since and while we were hunting death eaters together and even when i thought you were dating my brother and every time i show up at godric’s hollow to find you letting our godson chase you around on that toy broom i bought him. if you’re not interested in dating an ex-death eater then fine but don’t pretend for a moment i shouldn’t be interested in you.”

and remus is shocked, because that is a lot to process. it’s obvious poor regulus has been bottling this up for awhile, and while remus isn’t quite on the same level of interest as him, he can more than see the appeal and for the same reasons. so of course he tells regulus he doesn’t care about regulus being an ex-DE, not after all regulus did and nearly died to make up for it. and while regulus is still mentally processing that remus says he thinks he would fancy a date with him and says dinner is fine but suggests maybe they can go foraging for potions ingredients at dawn instead? that he could pack them a breakfast and that might be more enjoyable for them than stuffing themselves in a restaurant to be stared at. and reg realizes then and there he’s in love, he really already knew remus was it for him but then he just goes and confirms it like that.

and they do go out that morning since the full moon is a few days away and remus is likely to be lethargic in the aftermath; they have a lovely time and regulus thoroughly enjoys the breakfast remus makes him that contains food you would feed a three-year-old (remus is not very good at cooking for adults but he is good at cooking for harry). remus does very much want there to be a second date but decides he should probably speak to sirius about it first because they are all adults and everything but it does feel a bit weird to continue on like this with regulus without letting sirius know, especially because the last thing remus wants is to cause any sort of contention between sirius and regulus. so he goes home late that morning near noon and finds sirius looking like he’s just gotten up, he’s in the middle of feeding harry and sirius has already got avocado in his hair and remus just starts cleaning it out for him and gets right into it like “so i went on a date this morning” and sirius is SHOCKED. because, first of all, remus doesn’t date! second of all he made no mention of this to sirius (or james) before the fact and how dare remus not bring them by beforehand so sirius and james could give them the “shovel talk to end all shovel talks”. third of all where in the world did remus find someone as odd as him who not only gets up before dawn but wants to go on a date at dawn?

james gets home from quidditch at nearly the exact same time, greets all three with forehead kisses, and once he figures out what’s going on, has the exact same questions. (“you didn��t even let us threaten them, moony, that wasn’t very nice.”) and remus, more than a bit exasperated, informs them both he does know how to defend himself and besides, he doubted they would feel the need to threaten regulus, of all people. james and sirius, instead of being surprised, sit there, and look right at each other, and nod sagely because they had noticed regulus staring, right, they have eyes, it was obvious, and thought remus knew and simply hadn’t said anything because he wasn’t interested himself. remus absolutely cannot believe they never mentioned it and sirius admits “well we didn’t want you to feel pressured and as much as i love regulus he needs to figure his own love life out. plus i predicted one day he would probably explode with feelings like this and it would be good for him emotionally”. james and sirius also admit they didn’t really want remus to date but figure since it’s regulus it’s fine, they know and trust him with their lives so obviously they trust him with remus (half of the reason remus never dated before was similar to this, he didn’t want to bring anyone around james and sirius and specifically harry he didn’t know he could trust, and the werewolf thing in addition to this, it was all just overly complicated and felt too risky).

harry, who is stewing quietly in sirius’s arms now, does not really know what’s going on and gets the idea into his head that they’re talking about remus leaving and he gets real fussy about it, all “where’s moony going? who’s taking moony away? he can’t leave he needs to stay here with us!” and he calms down a bit when remus explains he’s just going to be spending more time with uncle reggie now, but harry still tries to insist they should both spend it with him at godric’s hollow. after this regulus likely has his own talk about it with sirius sometime in the future, and it’s all well and good and they might even cry a bit and then remus and regulus go on many dates where they look for potions ingredients and magical creatures and even have a dinner or two out and remus blows up a few potions in regulus’s lab.

teddy even likely shows up a few years down the line and they love and adore him, this kid they had who is somehow the opposite of them and not all that in to playing quidditch and hates getting dirty (they spend so much time shopping for clothes with him, literally more than they ever thought they would in their lives) (he’s also only interested in quidditch when he’s watching uncle prongs play) and regulus cries proud and happy tears when he’s sorted into hufflepuff. whew that was a lot and hope it was alright but i just adore these six so much.

Anon, I love everything about this!!!! You need to write this fic. I am ordering you to do so. Moonseeker and Prongsfoot, with Sirius and James and Harry loving their Moony so much and being really protective of him?? Remus and Regulus going hunting for potions ingredients and dark creatures together?? Regulus pining for Remus??? And omg, it never would have occurred to me to have Remus and Regulus be Teddy's parents, but now I need it so badly. Thank you for blessing me with this headcanon in my inbox, and now I need fic for it.

[pangolinheart]

FFXIVWrite 2023 DAY 14 - CLEAR

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Rating: General Genre: General Characters: Z'rhiki Irhi (Warrior of Light) Word Count: 775 Content Warnings: Implied/Referenced Major Character Death

It was a rare sunny day in Coerthas – crisp and clear. The snow sparkled in the sunlight. Under a brilliant blue sky, the wintery region, which usually appeared desolate and foreboding, looked almost charming. The shrieking of the wind had been replaced by the sound of birdsong floating from the sparse, icicle-laden trees and the satisfying crunch of snow beneath Z’rhiki’s boots as she walked the familiar path to Providence Point.

The area’s lack of seasons in the wake of the calamity created the strange impression that nothing ever changed in the icy expanse, and the stone cairns she wound her way through looked just as she had left them. The edge of the escarpment did, too -it’s lone gravestone still standing vigil over the city of Ishgard. It was in front of this headstone that Z’rhiki eventually came to rest.

“You know, even when the weather clears up, it’s frigid up here!” She chatted amiably as she settled into the snow. “I wish I looked good in cloaks. They’re fashionable and functional! And don’t go telling me I look good in anything. You know I don’t believe you.”

The only response was the whistling of an air current through the chasm below.

She smiled a fond but melancholy smile at the headstone. “Hello old friend.” Even now the words made her throat tighten. “It’s been a while. I have a good excuse this time, though. Actually, I should probably be working now, but I just had to get away from –“ She cut herself off. That was a terrible thing to say. There was no one around to hear it, of course, but it still felt wrong to say it. Instead, she eyed the grave slyly. “But you’ll let me play hooky here, right? Just like old times.”

Old times, and older by the year. He had ever been her favorite hideout when everything became a bit too much; the Scions, the primals, the many crises constantly plaguing the star. He had always been happy to see her, and more than willing to offer her a safe haven in exchange for stories of her most recent adventures.

“I’ve been doing fine, by the way. In case you were wondering. Well, maybe not fine-fine, but… managing. Nothing a few drinks won’t help me forget. They’ll have to be stronger than this, though.” She reached for the metal cannister she had brought with her. Even through the metal walls the hot cocoa within had cooled slightly, but it still flooded her stomach with warmth when she took a sip.

She noticed as she drank that there were fresh flowers on the grave. Francel must still be making his regular pilgrimages. “It never gets any easier, does it?” She remembered him asking, the first time she had encountered him there.

No, it really didn’t. The pain  never left her, she had just learned how to put it away for a while so that she could function. But when she pulled it back out of its box, it was the same as ever. Just like the gravestone. She doubted it would ever leave her. She didn’t even want It to anymore. The sadness was a memory of love, and letting go of it was too close to forgetting. It wasn’t healthy, or so people told her, but she wanted to keep that pain, because within it, if she listened closely, she could hear the echo of him.

She didn’t say any of this out loud, of course. It had been difficult to talk about when he was alive, and somehow it wasn’t any easier now. So, she usually talked about her most recent exploits instead. He had always liked listening to her tales of adventure. That, at least, was something she could still share with him, even if realistically she knew it was more for her own sake than his. If she tried, she could almost picture him perched atop the headstone with his elbows on his knees, listening with a characteristic half-smile, laughing at her jokes or something foolish she had done. She would never hear that sound again, but if she closed her eyes and listened, she felt she almost could.

She suddenly felt the warm beginnings of tears in her eyes, so she brought the thermos to her lips again and took another drink, using those few seconds to blink them away. When she set the cocoa back down at her side, she was smiling again.

“You’ll never believe where I’ve been. I mean it – it sounds like I made it up when I say it out loud. How much do you know about parallel worlds…?”