#care about the character i don’t even really like him that much and i skim his parts but i think the mom drama storyline is important and

[pepprs]

ppl are being so fucking mean in the notes of this one wc post abt the new excerpt like. don’t get me wrong i think redacted is a deeply flawed character and i share everyone’s anger and frustration in his storyline being so badly written and lazily thought out and a perfect example of the misogyny in wc like that’s part of why i stopped reading the books bc they kind of fucking suck. but ppl in the notes are saying he’s a loser and should die over… resenting that he is the last person picked for the team? like is that not a universal experience. have we not all been through that. idk. like i know that’s not the most important aspect of this conversation and at the end of the day it’s a fictional character but also it’s like… lol

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

So Many Questions Part 1

Prompt: You’re pulled in for questioning by NCIS and are quickly surprised to see your ex-boyfriend as your interrogator.

Note: Characters are post season 11

Part 2 Part 3

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As quick as your feet would let you without actually running, you made your way past the reception and into the elevators to your floor. Ignoring the hellos from your fellow coworkers, you went right up to your assistant and interrupted her phone call.

“If a man with a blue suit and atrocious beard comes in asking for me, tell him I’m busy in a meeting and can’t talk today.”

Before she could answer or ask any questions, you entered your office and shut the door quickly behind you, letting out a breath.

The man you were referring to was a very insistent investor that you had no interest in talking with especially after he tried to woo you with a giant fruit basket and money. You and your company were not for sale or in the business of taking bribes. Luckily, you saw him in the lobby and ran for safety before he could spot you.

You sat at your desk that was stacked with paperwork and dived head first into it, knowing the growing pile was only going to get bigger by procrastinating.

Not even 15 minutes into work, your door was knocked on. You swore if it was your assistant and that pesky investor, you were for sure firing her.

“Come in!” you called, hoping for the best.

A man and woman walked in, both immediately flashing badges before introducing themselves.

“Miss L/N. I’m Special Agent McGee and this is Special Agent Bishop, NCIS. We have some questions to ask you but need you to come in with us.”

NCIS. You thought you’d never hear those letters spoken together ever since you and a specific agent had broken up 5 years ago.

“Um, what is it regarding may I ask?”

“One of your employees, a Miss Darvel,” he answered, walking over and handing me a piece of paper. Skimming over it, I realized that it was a warrant to question me in relation to a murder.

“You don’t think I’m a suspect, do you?”

“No ma’am, but we do have to have to question you considering our findings.”

You shook your head in disbelief, partly at the fact that you’re about to be questioned by federal agents but more at the fact that of all government agencies questioning you, it had to be NCIS.

“Um, ok. Just let me grab my things I guess.”

————

Most of the car ride was silent, just a little small talk about your life but you conveniently left out the part where you knew Jet, not knowing if you would even run into him. Hopefully, you didn’t and were able to keep your mental wounds from opening.

You followed them into the elevator and through the orange walls to an interrogation room. They really weren’t kidding.

“Would you like some water?” the woman you remembered as Agent Bishop asked you.

“Sure, that would be nice. Thank you.”

She smiled and the both of them left to leave you alone in the ominous room with only your reflection staring back at you. Taking a seat in the cold metal chair, you fidgeted your hands and waited.

Not long went by before the door opened again and two men walked in, one in which you knew very well, and the other was unfamiliar with his dark skin and muscular build. Your chest tightened at the sight of Jethro sitting down in front of you, pushing a bottle of water towards you, no expression on his face.

“I wasn’t expecting to ever see you again Jet,” you stated, slight displeasure in your tone.

“Jet?” his partner asked him with a smile. Jethro shot him his classic stare, wiping the smile off his partners face and looked back at me.

“I’m here on business Y/N. We have some questions for you regarding one of your employees, Petty Officer Olivia Dravel.”

“Yes, I remember you being all about business. So much so that you forgot you had people to care about.”

He sighed in frustration and you smirked at how easy it was to push his buttons. His partner looked thoroughly entertained.

“Where’d you find this one Jet? College football practice?” you jested. The agent laughed to himself as you shot him a wink.

“Enough F/N.” He began placing down pictures of a very dead Olivia and you turned your head away. “What can you tell us about the email Petty Officer Dravel sent you last night telling you that she finally had enough information?”

“I don’t know. I barely talked with her, she only reached out to me to ask about one of my investors.”

“Ian Chandler?”

“Yeah, she thought he was involved in something shady like shell corporations but wouldn’t tell me anymore than that. I asked Ian about it but he told me she was just a disgruntled employee.”

“Did she ever mention how she was planning on confronting him or meeting up with him?”

“No. Like I said, she barely talked with me.”

“Well she seemed to put a lot of trust in someone she barely talked to Y/N! She sent you a total of 10 emails, all regarding her findings on Ian Chandler, what are you not telling me?”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you Jethro! I didn’t see any emails from her, the only conversation I had with her was in person and I already told you what it was about! You know me. I wouldn’t withhold any information from something like this!”

He just sat there silently, brows slightly furrowed and arms crossed, studying me. Very rarely had I seen the upset side of Jethro, let alone angry side and it was definitely a culture shock.

“You’ve gotten cold, Jet,” you spoke quietly, not able to look him in the eyes. A minute went by in silence, just the feel of his stare on you.

“Who else has access to your emails?” His voice was softer now.

“Just me and my assistant, Cheryll.”

He wrote a few things down in a little notepad and stood up, nodding to his partner.

“Torres. Escort Miss L/N back to the lobby, she’s free to leave.”

And just like that, he was gone. Just like 5 years ago. You held back the tears threatening to fall, not sure they were from being interrogated or from him leaving so coldly. So much for keeping those wounds closed.

[moonstruckme]

In a Week - send a character + au and I'll write a blurb for it (like vampire!Eddie, bodyguard!Sirius, etc.)

college au tasm!peter who's a photographer for the college newspaper and reader is a writer?

Thanks for requesting gorgeous!

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photographer!(tasm)Peter Parker x reporter!reader ♡ 761 words

“Peter, these are gorgeous,” you breathe, leafing through the pictures he’s brought you of the protest near campus. “I mean, it’s heartbreaking, and they show that, but they’re so…just, great job.” 

Peter grins, leaning against your desk with a smile that’s half-sheepish, but you can tell he’s proud of his work. He should be. “Thanks,” he says. “Did you already write the article? This is supposed to go out tomorrow, right?” 

You bite your lip. “I did,” you admit, “but now I’m thinking I’ve got some editing to do. There’s so much emotion in these, I feel like you’ve definitely upped the bar for my writing.” You say it as if it’s a joke, but really you mean it, and Peter frowns like he can tell. 

“Your writing’s amazing, and you always kill these kinds of community-minded, emotional stories.” He nudges your chair with his knee, reprimanding. “Don’t sell yourself short. Can I read what you have?”

You hesitate. Letting someone else read your work before it’s finished always feels weirdly vulnerable, even when you’re mostly reporting on facts. You haven’t picked the exact right words yet, phrased your ideas the way that’ll convey them to readers exactly like you want, but Peter’s eyes are soft and warm in the light from your desk lamp, and he always gets what he wants out of you in the end. 

You turn your laptop toward him, letting him scroll freely. 

Peter stoops over your desk, and he nods as he reads, eyes moving quickly over the typed lines. You’re doing your best not to look like you’re watching him, but you grow uneasy when a crease appears between his eyebrows. At first it’s shallow, then not so much. 

“Wow,” Peter breathes as he finishes, looking up at you like you’ve broken his heart. Whatever you’ve done, you’re immediately sorry for it. “That was…shit, you don’t have to worry about missing the mark on emotion. The passion in that, it was incredible, sweetheart.” 

Your heart jumps from your stomach right up to your throat. Sweetheart. 

“You really think so?” you ask, then realize it sounds like you’re fishing for compliments. “I mean, you didn’t think the ending was too abrupt?” 

Peter shakes his head as he straightens, still looking somewhat awed. “No, I don’t think you should change anything. You really made me feel it, you know? It was so powerful.” 

You hope the dim light is hiding the flush you can feel coming to your cheeks. “It’s a powerful topic,” you say, taking back your laptop and skimming over the draft. “You can feel how much the protestors care, from both the interviews and the pictures.” Your finger hesitates above the trackpad. “You don’t think it felt too long, though?” 

Peter makes a scoffing sound, and you look up to find him grinning at you incredulously. “Stop,” he says, shutting your laptop for you carefully. “You know what I think? I think it’s too late to still be here. Your draft is already perfect, you should go home.” 

You frown, glancing out the window. It had gotten dark without you even really noticing. “Yeah, I guess I will,” you concede. “You should, too.” 

“I am,” he says, but doesn’t move. Neither do you, sensing that he has something more he wants to say. Peter fiddles with his backpack strap. “Hey, have you had dinner yet?”

You shake your head. “I’ve been here since just after lunch.” 

“That’s too long,” he laughs. “Would you let me take you for something to eat?”

You all but freeze, looking up at him. He’s as lovely as he always is, hair fluffy from constantly dragging his hand through it and features softened in the lamplight. Your mouth is dry, and still you swallow. “Like…like as friends, or…?” 

Peter’s smile is actually shy. “I was thinking as a date, but only if you want it to be. I don’t want to make things weird, if—”

“No,” you say quickly. “No, a date is good. I’d…I’d like that.” 

Peter grins so hugely that even his eyes get in on the action, creasing at the corners. “Yeah? Nice.” Then you grab your laptop, and those eyes narrow suspiciously. “You’re not going to keep working on that, are you?”

“At dinner? No,” you reassure him, stuffing the computer into your bag. “But after I get home, yeah. I still have some edits I want to make.” 

He exhales, and it’s half exasperation, half amusement. “You’re relentless,” he says, opening the door for you. 

“Like I said, you set a high bar.”

[igotanidea]

Those damn visions: Xavier Thorpe x Addams!reader

request by @bobweirsgroupie (thank you and hope you'll like it) :Maybe Xavier or Tyler x Addams! Reader. Maybe the reader and Wednesday are twins with connected powers? So anytime Wednesday has a vision so does reader and it really scared them ?

warnings: well, apart from the plot being all over the place, none ig

My twin and I were a lot alike when it came to internal aspects – thinking and character. We both preferred to keep our distance, watch from the perspective, gather intel before acting.  Wednesday was a bit more reserved with her emotions, I was rather the “fuck around find out” and sarcastic type of person. While my sister took time to get her revenge and did it with cold face or smirk at best, I would kick asses and burn the world down if anyone hurt someone I cared about. That is if I ever were to admit I cared. But, generally speaking, we had quite a connection and not so surprisingly, when we started attending Nevermore this bond between us developed.

“We need some ground rules.” She stated when we were sitting in our common dorm, Enid gone who knows where.

“Ground rules?” I raised an eyebrow at her “I thought we were aware of each other’s limits?”

“Perhaps, but still.”

“Well, if anything, I should be the one to make them. I’m older than you.”

“By five minutes, shall I remind you?”

“Perhaps, but still.” I smirked

“You are overemotional. You can’t make rational rules of our attendance here.” She spat

“You are under emotional and therefore you are not capable of that either.” I retorted, knowing well enough neither of us was going to back down.  “Maybe we should let Hand cover this matter?”

“It can’t even stay undercover long enough for us not to notice him. I’m not entrusting Hand with my fate.”

“Well then, I guess the ground rules stays as usual. It’s enough we have to stay in the same room during the school year, am I right?”

“Precisely.”

“I’m glad we agree on something. Oh, and just in case, I call dibs on archery as extracurricular, so stay out of this field. Apparently you made some impression on fencing, so maybe stick to that.”

“For once, you have a good idea. I have to take Bianca Barclay down.”

“Well, I’m going to dethrone Thorpe since you already found an enemy for yourself. ”

“I did” she smirked almost invisibly “don’t you dare skimming her off”

***

“Good shot.”

Xavier Thorpe turned around abruptly, his bow high, aimed at me.

“Careful with that” I pointed out and he lowered the gear

“Addams.”

“Hello Mr Thorpe. Enjoying the day?”

“I was. Is your sister somewhere around?” his gaze was fixed behind my back and I shook my head in disbelief

“Nope. You know we have this rule, divide and conquer, she is after Bianca Barclay, you’re ex from what I’ve heard.”

“Enid?”

“Pretty much. This girl is just constantly talking about so many stuff.”

“That’s just who she is. It has some charm.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged “And as for my sister, don’t think I didn’t notice how you were eyeing her in the quad. You really should be careful around her, she will eat you alive if you develop any feelings for Wednesday Addams.”

“Really? She seems more like all bark and no bite”

Despite my best judgement I let out a laugh, which only grow louder at Xavier’s confused grin.

“What?”  he asked

“Don’t ever let her hear you say that. Cause that sentence would really be the course of your slow and painful death.”

“You know, you are different than her.” He pointed out

“Not so much. Perhaps, a bit more open, but everything else is basically the same. I’m a devil in disguise, Mr. Thorpe. You will never see me coming for you, deceived by all my charm.” I took a bow from his hands and  aimed at the butt, scoring perfectly “like I said, good shot, but not as good as mine.” When I turned around I met surprised gaze of my colleague. “What?”

“Could you stop calling me Mr. Thorpe? It’s Xavier.”

***

From the very morning I wasn’t feeling well, so Enid made me stay in bed and skip classes. Not that I was going to listen, but pretending to be obedient was easier than arguing with the blonde werewolf. As soon as she and Wednesday closed the door I jumped out from under the cover, ready to sneak out the dorm. Not for classes though, but into the forest. I heard Xavier had some crazy hiding spot there and I wanted to check it out. You know what they say – knowledge is power and I tried to live by that rule. So, tip-topping through the quad I made it to the school borders unnoticed.

The forest was far more magical than the Nevermore itself, quiet and peaceful, but mystique and eerie at the same time. Perfect combination and it was easy for me to understand why Xavier picked this as his hideout. For some time, not sure how long, I was just wandering around with no clear purpose when all of a sudden I felt extreme headache. The one that makes your vision blurry, your legs to give up and all the sounds and colors excessive.

“Oh, shit!” I muttered sitting down and leaning on the nearest tree, not sure of what was happening, where it came from and why was it so extreme. This was not normal and something inside me was just screaming something was happening to Wednesday. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was someone coming from the woods and running my way. With so many funny ways to die, I was going to be murdered in the forest, outside the school for freaks….. My sister is going to have such a blast when she hears about it.

***

 “You should have been more creative in your suicidal techniques.”

“I had a feeling you would say that” I propped myself on the elbow, facing my twin sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. “I see botany lesson left you with no scars, such a surprise. I was really hoping some poisonous plant would leave a mark.”

“Good to know nothing happened to you” she smirked and faint glow in her eyes gave away the fear she had for me.

“Not that you were worried, of course.”

“Of course. The only thing that made me slightly concerned was that it was Thorpe who brought you here. Something about you running around his hiding spot?”

“Did you  believe it?”

“I tried not to. I thought we had a code and now you bring shame to the family.”

“Black sheep, I guess. Pugsley would be relieved to see me taking the spot.”

“Y/N.”

“What exactly happened Wednesday? Do you have any idea? I mean, I fainted but …..

“What? Trying to find an excuse for being weak?”

“Nope. Trying to blame it on you.” she looked at me with no changed expression but I knew she was curious of what was coming next “I know it was your fault. I .. I felt it. So, did something happen during your class.”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Nothing happened.” She repeated flatly, but since of course I did not believe her, I grabbed her wrist and then my head exploded again. I saw exactly what happened. In my mind I saw her having some sort of vision, her head upturned, eyes wide, indulged in her own mind. We both gasped as I retrieved my hand and broke the touch

“What was that?” I blinked, a mix of surprise, fear and curiosity in my voice.

“No idea. But it’s interesting.” My twin narrowed her eyes “we will figure it out, but for now, no one should know.”

“Agreed.” I nodded

“Can I talk to her now?” male voice came from behind the door, fury dripping from it  “you can’t keep me here forever, Addams.”

“What did you do to him?” I sighed, knowing how creative my sister could be ”hope it wasn’t piranhas. It’s not your style to use the same idea twice…..”

*** “How are you feeling?” when Wednesday finally let him into the room Xavier finally get him chance to get inside.

“You brought me here?”

“That’s not the answer.”

“Yeah, I tend to ask rather than answer Better get used to it.” I shrugged “but I’m fine, I guess. Now, why did you help me?”

“Couldn’t risk you dying anywhere near me, right? That would bring suspicions towards me. You know, some crazy creature runs around school and you can never be sure if that’s not me.”

“You suddenly became much more interesting, Mr. Thorpe. And for the record, someone may already suspect you are the monster.”

“Let me guess who” he shook his head, smiling lightly and this view gave me some sort of warmth.

“Me. Of course. You practically just confessed to that.”

“Well then, maybe you will pay closer attention to me now” he looked straight into my eyes and smiled fully.

Fuck! For the first time in my life I felt like I wasn’t in control of the situation.

***

A day later, after some thorough observation, I left the hospital wing and was immediately intercepted  by my sister, who dragged me into the dorm.

“What exactly are we doing?” I muttered as she forced me to the floor, marked with some ancient signs “and since when are you using Celtics?”

“Desperate times calls for desperate measures.” She hissed and sat in front of me, lighting a candle “Enid’s away and it’s our only chance for a bit of peace.”

“So we are searching for the origin of that unnecessary link between our visions?”

“I want it out”

“Mhm. I wouldn’t like to see something that would make me burn my eyes.” I nodded “but do you think we can eradicate it?”

“We have to, Y/N. Now, shall we start?”

We held hands, closed our eyes and called upon the ghosts of the ancestors to lead the way for us, but before anything could happen Enid burst through the door, the wind she caused blowing the candle out and destroying the atmosphere.

“Sorry, girls! But you know, we have to get ready for the Raven’s! We are going shopping!”

“I am not attending that stupid dance.” Wednesday grumpily raised herself from the floor.”

“Oh, come on, Wednesday. Don’t be like that” Enid pouted “Y/N, convince your sister to come!”

“Not going to. And besides, I’m not going either.” I shrugged.

“I’m not accepting that!”

***

Despite mine and Wednesday’s stubbornness, due to some unexpected events, including our little monster chase we were forced to attend the dance. One day, in the middle of the pouring rain, Wednesday drugged me out into the forest in search for some clues. We were all soaked, cold and desperately determined to find anything to get us closer to the solution. It was hard in the pouring rain though and the footprints we found were dissolving pretty quickly. Almost as fast as my wet hair were starting to stick to my face.

“Come on, you know it’s pointless in this weather” I tried to bargain dealing with the water in my eyes when much to my surprise I stopped feeling the drops and an umbrella appeared above my head.

“What are you two doing here?” Xavier asked urging Wednesday to hide from the rain as well

“Investigating.” She muttered

“Does it bring much results?” he smirked

“See those traces. They start as animal and then turn into human, so …..” she trailed and then went all pale. Oh, no, not now…..”

“Wednesday, Y/N? Are you guys all right?” Thankfully this time neither me nor my sister lost conscience, but we were out in another vision for quite a while

“Are we ever?” I muttered eyeing my sister. She was…. Looking at Xavier intensely. I bet it has nothing to do with the fact that she suspected him of being the monster.

“Will you……?” she started

“Will I what?” Xavier was a bit confused but he knew what kind of question was coming

“Will you……?”

“She wants to ask….” I chimed in, trying to take action and resolve this crazy situation that truly had my heart breaking. She was going to ask him to the dance! It should have been me!

“Be quiet, Y/n. Will you go the dance with me?” Wednesday finally gasped out. Xavier shot a glance at me but seeing me looking down at the ground turned the gaze back on Wednesday

“Sure” he grinned and my heart was officially shuttered. “Wasn’t that hard was it?” he added, but slowly shifted position, almost like this question wasn’t meant for my sister.

***

“You are using him.” I pointed out to Wednesday when we were back in school

“Of course. He is probably the monster.”

“I have no doubt about it” I muttered “keep enemies closer, right?”

“You are developing feelings for him.”

“What? No. of course not. “

“You are. Shame I cannot trust you anymore. I guess I’ll stick to the If you want to do something good do it by yourself rule. “

“If that’s what you want. I won’t stay in your way.”

I guess, life has the tendency to take unexpected turns and that’s why Wednesday ended up coming to the dance with Tyler Galpin instead of Xavier (I loved her face when she found out she was set up by Hand) and Xavier choose Bianca as his company. Which left me alone either way.

While Wednesday was clearly enjoying herself on the dancefloor, I was getting drunk on Yeti-tini.

“Hey, Y/N” Enid came to my rescue, since apparently in her opinion I was lonely. “Having fun?”

“Plenty. Between watching my sister and healing hurt pride.”

“What happened?”

“We had a bit of an argument. Nothing important, really, at least nothing that I would take to heart. But she may have pointed out some things I didn’t consider to be true so far.”

“Xavier?” Enid smiled lightly

“What?”

“He’s been looking at you for at least fifteen minutes now?”

“I got a stalker. How wonderful.” I took a sip of my drink, turning gaze on him, causing Thorpe to blush and look down.

“Maybe you should…” Enid started but then we both felt something cold and wet dripping from the ceiling “what is that? “ she-wolf frowned in confusion

“That, my dear, is clearly the end of the party.”

When all hell broke loose and the paint sprayed through the pipes, everyone went crazy and I found myself running around the forest with my sister in search for Eugene.

“Go left, I take the right!” I yelled at her as we parted ways in the cold, empty and definitely eerie surroundings.

And yet again, the vision had really, really bad timing. Before I blacked out my last thought wish was that my sister would be safe.

***

Luckily she walked out, while I ended in a hospital. Again.

“Why is it always me?” I muttered opening my eyes and noticing a pair of very worried dark eyes staring into my face, making me sit up at once “What the hell, Xavier?”

“We really gotta stop meeting like this.” He smirked

“Hear, hear to that. Every time you are around something bad happens. To me, mostly.”

“I’m sorry” he muttered

“Why? Why are you sorry? Why do you care?”

“Because I like you!”

“You like me?” I raised eyebrows. I understood a lot of things. Serial killers minds, criminal techniques, mysteries and talking to ghosts, but this? He liked me? “Why?”

“I have no freaking idea! You think it makes sense to me? It doesn’t! But it is what it is!”

“Could you stop yelling?” I interrupted his train of thoughts, rubbing my forehead

“Are you all right? Were you hurt?”

“I guess not permanently, which is progress. Is Wednesday safe?”

“You talk like you don’t know her.” He grinned and I couldn’t help but reciprocate

“Right? She is a magnet for danger and unusual events.”

“So are you.” he leaned closer taking my hand in his.

“Are you danger, Mr. Thorpe?”

“Well, I guess I will have to stick around long enough so you could find it out.”

“and be your last victim?” I smiled sheepishly, almost unnoticeably.

“I surely hope so…..” he whispered holding my hands tighter.

@somest1

@pinksirensong

[11queensupreme11]

Hi!!! I have a few questions about Arsenic Blues! Love your work btw!

1) In regards to the Dead Dove tag, how much gore will there be?

Personally, I’m perfectly fine with the psychological triggers you mentioned, but for some reason blood and intestines makes me squeamish. Will there be a lot of in your face gore in your tic?

2) How much canon divergence can we expect, from canon compliant to mostly canon compliant, to full on divergence? And can we please have that in tag form on ao3?

3) Percy will be keeping the Achilles curse right? Because I feel like she will 100% die without it.

4) In regards to timeline, first ragnarok then Hoo right? How are you planning on implementing ragnarok when it’s not finished in canon?

I’m so scared about this one because I really really like the Einherjar, ESPECIALLY Adam and Sasaki. I’m so scared for them!!!!

5) Will the pjoverse be given some well deserved revenge? Because you mentioned that Percy will be brought back to Valhalla after HOO, which feels like: “Hurry up and save our world!” Then “Now that the world is saved we don’t need you anymore. Whether you’re killed, graped we don’t give a shit.”

6) I know that in Arc 4 ror!gods react to pjo!verse, but will there be a pjo!gods react to ror!gods?

All I know is the pjo!Hera and pjo!Dionysus/Bacchus may not be alive past arc 4…

7) What will ror!Apollo’s reaction be to his technical children? Had it been Kayla or Will that got sent to Valhalla instead of Percy, what would he have done? What would his reaction be to pjo!Apollo’s punishment in ToA?

8) Will there be other pjo characters that are (forcibly) moved from the pjo verse to ror verse?

Percy’s gonna need some form of emotional support.

With the empathy link between Grover and Percy, Poseidon will not allow Grover to die, even if he hates his existence, so him and maybe Juniper move to Valhalla?

A possible non-consensual mass adoption of the Camp Half-Blood children? I don’t know what Hermes ‘ reaction will be, Aphrodite would be disgusted by half-lings and Athena just straight up wouldn’t care… But as Halfs their ascension is guaranteed to succeed.

Hazel and Nico will most definitely be adopted, and maybe the Ares and Apollo cabin as well…

the dead dove tag isn't just for gore. it's basically a warning to take the other warning tags seriously. for example, i tagged it as incest. if you see incest + dead dove, that means the incest won't be subtle or implied, it's right in your face and in detail. the same goes for any warning tag that's also tagged with dead dove

i'll be planning to change A LOT of what happens during the ragnarok fights. i didn't realize i forgot to tag 'canon divergence' tho whoops

yes she'll have it when she's in ror, but it'll be removed in hoo

yeah it's ragnarok then hoo. i plan to just skim through some fights and just focus on the important ones. as for the ones that haven't been introduced in canon, i'll be skimming through those too 💀

that's not why percy is going back to ror verse (i'd explain, but spoilers)

nope!

apollo is one of the kinder yanderes, so he would accept the kids and naturally come to care for them after some time. as for the punishment, he'd think pjo!zeus was foolish. pjo!apollo was punished he encouraged octavian and "revealed the prophecy too soon" and thus "sped up the war". the first one was dumb, yeah, but the second isn't pjo!apollo's fault. he was MEANT to reveal the prophecy soon, that's how fate works! everything is already preordained by the fates, if the war was going to happen, it would happen. apollo wasn't at fault and i think a lot of ror!gods would agree with that

no i don't think so

[anmiruzu]

Hello how are you doing? Hopefully your doing good :)

I have a request you don't have to do it at all if you don't want to. I was hoping you can do a gn reader who has sans ability? I'm talking about that reader that has sans ability. They can teleport, they can summon a gaster blaster and something else! If you don't know sans. U can search them in Google, "sans undertale ability". And how they met the Upper moons (separately). You can Ignore this if u don't take request u just wanted to ask :)

upper moons 3&6 w/ reader who has sans abilities

a/n hii ty for requesting I’m doing well and i hope you’re doing well too :D so so srry for taking so long, i procrastinated a lot. :’) (is not used to writing for multiple characters) also this only has akaza, daki, and gyuutaro. I'll post the rest when i get to it if i don’t procrastinate. just some warnings but possible inaccuracies w/ the abilities; i haven't played the game so i just skimmed through the wiki. and possible ooc; it’s the first time I’ve written these three

Akaza

-akaza would mostly be interested in your abilities, curious in how you got them despite being a human.

-he would also be curious how they work and would ask questions, like if it strains you to use too much to simply how it works and if it works under certain conditions, etc.

-would always ask you guys to train and fight together 

-would get really surprised if you randomly teleport in front of him but would try not to show it, although it’s obvious with the small flinch. 

-if you were a demon assuming you’re really strong, he would try putting in a good word for you, and soon you become a fellow upper moon only after upper moon 6 dies tho. 

-how you two met: akaza was out on a mission for muzan until you came along teleporting in front of him by mistake. 

-he, at first, thought it was a blood demon art and was interested in how it works but then he found out that you were not a demon and were in fact a flesh and blood human. 

-was pleasantly surprised with this information and wanted to challenge you to a duel. This want only got worse he found out about the other abilities you have

-ended up asking you, your name and challenging you to a duel and throughout the whole duel, he was trying to convince you to become a demon so you can train and fight each other for all of eternity (similar to Rengoku). 

-if you somehow won the duel and decided not to kill him, he would come seek you out, challenging you again and again until you agree to becoming a demon.

-if you lost the duel he would give you one last chance to become a demon before killing you. But if you decide to take him up on that offer he would be overjoyed and turn you into a demon already wanting to fight you again.       

Daki

-she found you to be really beautiful and if you were a demon she would be clingy to you both because of your beauty and her admiration of your strong abilities. if you were human tho she would try eating you

-when she’s not working, she would be by your side and would often bicker with her brother who doesn’t like you

-you act as a sort of peacemaker between the two of them although you really only succeed at calming down daki and not gyuutaro

-how you two met: Daki saw you on her way to another job, at first she didn’t really care after all you were just another human. She did, however, take note of how beautiful you were. 

-she planned on eating you later, after her job and during the night. So a few hours later, late in the evening she seeked you out, luckily she found you quickly and chased you down with her obi sashes.   

-of course you easily avoided them and quickly got away with your teleportation.

-she got really pissed at that (meaning she threw a small temper tantrum) and tried seeking you out; key word tried

-she had to have gyuutaro help her out

-it took them a while but the two of them eventually found you again

-only for you to get away… again

-and so a game of cat an mouse ensued 

-with both daki and gyuutaro raging

Gyuutaro

-gyuutaro would be really jealous of your abilities as they’re very overpowered and useful. Making him question how you got your abilities and would enviously grumble. He would compare your abilities to his own and others.

-his envy would get worse if you were good looking too on top of your abilities

-would not get along with you well, finding something to dislike every time you two speak. It would take him a while to warm up with you, his envy getting in the way. You would have to be really persistent for you two to get along. 

-also possible rough housing/mutual teasing? like a lot of back and forth w/ him 

-how you two met: gyuutaro was off roaming around the entertainment district out of boredom.  

-and you somehow caught his eye. whether that be by your looks or how you present yourself to others he doesn’t know. 

-it wasn’t until later when he saw you again that he found out about your abilities. He was immediately enviously grumbling and tried attacking you with his blood sickles (that’s what those are, right?) 

-it failed 

-and he ended up slamming into a building

-you laughed in his face and teleported away

-with him chasing after you 

-(i’m srry I ran out of ideas TvT)

kny masterlist here

[kiss2012]

ok rwrb thoughts under the cut <3

tbh i had to watch most of this movie with one hand over my eye and i was not. even going to reread the book because i don’t actually care about it much anymore but about twenty or so minutes into the movie? i literally stopped it and skimmed half the book finished the movie and then finished the book. so it’s possible that this influenced my whole experience of the movie but i remembered the book super well anyway and either way i think the thing i would have been most mad about is HOW COULD THEY LEAVE OUT JUNE and who tf is miguel omg. imagine deciding to combine two women into one character just because they “play the same role in alex’s life” and then not even doing it that well. nora isn’t even IN this movie she doesn’t even have a CHARACTER they just shoehorn her and pez together and give them five min of screentime. bea doesnt even have much of a character either i also thought maybe she and nora were going to be friends but no that disappeared after the first 15min. and because june doesn’t exist and because rafael luna doesn’t exist and because nora barely exists (all of whom are the main poc characters in the book btw) alex’s character is not half as nuanced as it could be. his arc about realising he’s bi is totally missing which is great…also his actor’s enunciation was very puzzling at times but i forgive him because of all the times i got distracted staring at his eyelashes and he was good at times tho henry’s actor is probably the best actor in the movie (not a tall bar btw but he’s way better than uma thurman GIRL WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH THAT ACCENT) and it’s not that they don’t have chemistry or fun sweet romcom moments it’s just that i’m missing so much. romance. im tired of modern romance novels and movies having their leads get together super fast without spending much time on characterization and without even having much capital R-romance in the first place. where is the e-mo-tion in the immortal words of miss carly rae jepsen…like why did they leave out so much of the emails i cannot believe i watched so many random voice-overs and they couldn’t include the emails. also the small random change that bothered me the most is that they changed their first meeting being rio at the olympics to the climate melbourne conference (?????) and made their whole relationship pre-movie a lot less interesting. umm they did good with the interview and their interactions pre and post the cake but then they abandoned all of that half an hour in. do think the physical comedy is always way more fun to watch in a visual medium like that cake scene was hilarious they were just worse at the emotional beats. guys they used bad reputation 😭😭😭😭 i had to pause at that point…i had to pause and recover for ages. the get low scene contained a lot of Choices. the Choices were all very interesting and im not sure what more can be said about them. the beginning was fairly solid then everything sort of went downhill felt like i was watching a train wreck. mildly entertaining and occasionally moving train wreck but regardless a train wreck. btw let no one claim the political commentary in the novel is good but at least it slightly exists. the politics in the movie are completely spineless and extremely confused. yes it’s an amazon prime royalty romcom so what can u expect but they just hovered on the threshold of criticism. when they didn’t actually show a crowd of people supporting them or w/e but just showed the reflection of them in the window i almost started laughing. alex’s speech at the end lacked any subtlety at all and made no sense (why tf would he make a speech coming out + explaining his relationship with henry Before he talked to henry or the royal family???) the script is like constantly having characters say really obvious things. shoutout to stephen fry’s line delivery at least. there was a perfume genius cover of can’t help falling in love (it was supposed to be your song that played there anyway???). what more can be said.

[gffa]

You all should be so embarrassed for me, I wrote like two thousand words of what can basically be summed up as, "So what kind of fic do you read: Anything with Dick Grayson in it!" and I was only halfway done.  Absolutely humiliating, I would have exposed myself so bad.  (This answer isn't going to be much better.) I would love any and all fic recs anyone has for me, but be warned:  I'm really not kidding about how I would shove every other Bat off a roof to get to fic of my most specialiest guy of all time, especially if it involves his complicated relationship with Bruce.  I am a Dick Grayson stan to my very goddamned core, he is 90% of what I read in this fandom. I'm sometimes open to other stuff!  Especially if you have god-tier writing and a banger summary of something that sounds really hilarious (though, I tend to shy away from cracky, like even Wayne Family Adventures borders on too cracky for me sometimes, as lovely as it is), like "Jason adopts Tim until he's of legal age because he can't emancipate himself, meanwhile they get along like two cats in a sack", I have read two of those and they're both joy. Or if anyone has TimKon recs, I have shipped them since I was a wee thing, I'm certainly not stopping now, but I don't know where to find a good place to start with them, trying to skim through the tag has been overwhelming. I'll give anything with really sharp banter a shot, though!  I am weak for a well-written quip. Beyond that, I read almost entirely genfic with ships more in the background than anything.  I have a few NOTPs--like you, I can't do any of the other Bats with Bruce or Alfred.  I also mostly can't do any of the Batkids with each other, my brain just won't wrap around any of it, the one exception being that I'll occasionally read Dick/Jason when I'm in the mood for Jason to get dicked down (ha ha get it), otherwise I'm generally aligned with what you'd see in the comics themselves.  (Dick/Babs is my hardcore OTP, but I'm fine with them being together or not together, so long as a fic isn't actively anti-Dick/Babs.) I can run the gamut from fluff to angst, but I prefer a certain amount of teeth to it (exception: when Dick is a baby bat, then I will go full fluff, like the softest thing you have ever read in your life, Bruce cuddling with a tiny child who is trying to climb onto his shoulders and do a flip will have me clutching my reader to my chest and cooing) and the more rooted in comic events/characterization a fic is, the more I'm interested.  (Exception:  Battison being given a tiny feral circus child to take care of is hilarious and I want a thousand fics of it.) I tend towards the middle ground when it comes to characterization--I like them to be a bit of a mess, but also I view Dick Grayson as someone who genuinely likes himself and has a reasonable amount of self-esteem.  He might struggle with accepting others' help or prioritizing himself or that they want him around, but I think he honestly likes who he is and likes himself and is reasonably quick to get back on his feet after being a mess.  I think he has a firestorm tornado of rage in him if you hit the right buttons, but that he's also someone who thrives on emotional connection, who chooses kindness and love because he believes in them.  I like Dick being a bit of a mess, especially an angry mess, occasionally have some self-esteem issues, but that there's a foundation of emotional competence. I like almost any tropes (de-age my special guy so he's even more special! time travel fix-it yesssss! Dick & Damian were an even better Batman & Robin than Dick & Bruce, NOBODY TELL ANYONE THAT I ADMITTED THAT OUT LOUD) and I'll take some criticism of Bruce's parenting skills, but it has to come with understanding that guy probably has the most trauma in his fucked up brain out of all the characters and that he's trying/genuinely loves his kids, and the understanding that I love all those idiot Bats, but you absolutely will have an uphill battle getting me to read anything that doesn't have a good amount of focus on Dick Grayson because I'm a horrible gremlin about him and it cannot be overstated that Bruce & Dick is genuinely 50% of the reason I even read comics in the first place.  (Dick & Damian is like the next 20% of it.) I KNOW WHAT I'M ABOUT OKAY. I love fic recs, whether I've already read it or have it tucked up on my reader (then I'll know to prioritize it!), you cannot overload me because I am in hyperfixation mode right now.

[dangermousie]

Of course Ming Ye’s plan to save Sang Jiu involves gruesomely dying in her stead. If aesthetically suffering was an Olympic sport, the man would be going for a gold medal.

I have my issues with this portion of the story (not the way it’s written, it’s done well, but with my liking or lack thereof for this couple, about which more below) but this is the important point! Yes, the tears are important blah blah but this is a lesson about how to swap someone’s demonic stuff without, you know, driving nails into them like they are evil Jesus. 

By now, I am quite done with these two boneheads, but I confess that made even my cold black shriveled heart hurt.

(I guess they had a starter marriage :P)

Ummmm, honey! She just massacred 10K people! I am sure they had old and kids among them. Like...by now I want to smack both of them with a shovel, tbh.

Awwww. Even with my annoyance at these two, this once again made me :(

Sang Jiu being her charming self. Let the man die in peace (or, since you yourself are about to keel over), let him survive in peace. 

OK, OK, Mousie, stop being irritated and concentrate on how pretty LYX looks here.

And then she’s all “psych! I can’t be undevilized or even survive because my normal body is dead.” You couldn’t have let him know BEFORE he got repeatedly flambeed for you?

It’s OK, hot dimbulb, there are many many fangirls who will gladly accept your...ahem...divine essence. All night long.

What the hell! Now that she’s dying, she still wants to do her best so he’d not have any peace. No dissipating before a final twist of the knife. WTF! By now, any shred of sympathy I had for her (and to a large degree MY) has disappeared utterly. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it’s bad writing - just as MY is terrible at communicating and prone to dramatic gestures over common sense functioning, Sang Jiu is incredibly self-absorbed and immature from beginning to end. She was someone who thought it was a great idea to marry a guy who did not know her at all because he was hot. She also thought it was a great idea to force him into sex right after they got divorced. She didn’t wait to find out whether the method she came up with would result in divine punishment or whether it was still worth it to use the crystal chalice despite where it came from or or or or or really anything. It’s just before she went powerful and evil, Ming Ye and the viewer could ignore the red flags (which got redder and redder; I mean much as fictional dubcon in 14 was hot, it WAS 100% dubcon/sexual assault; no nice sweet good selfless well-adjusted person does that) but once she got power into her hands and trauma really shoved her further, it became really clear. It’s kind of like Tantai Jin. If he has no status and no power, does it matter in terms of its effect on the world if he would love revenge or is cold or has trauma or w/e? No, of course not because whether he’s a well-adjusted sweetheart or dysfunctional psycho, he has no power to carry out anything, whether it’s to open a puppy shelter or to carry out a wholesale slaughter. But once he gets power, his traumas and quirks become everyone else’s concern and one must deal with them somehow because he makes it everyone’s business. Same here.

What. The. Fuck. That is not romantic, this is UGH. Honestly, I am glad MY and SJ found each other because they should not inflict themselves on other partners. It’s kind of amazing that I started out liking them and by now I am all “thanks divine lightning, hurry it up with your barbeque.” 

He ultimately does not but by then I stopped caring. I am so so so happy we are back to our headcases Tantai Jin and Susu.

The thing is - my ranting does not mean I did not enjoy this portion of the story (unlike in the novel where I skimmed it since I dngaf about it at all.) The acting is great, the visuals are nuts, and the characters, including MY and SJ are completely internally consistent and their actions make total sense for what and who they are - their arcs are logical. I strongly dislike both of them by the end, but that does not mean it was not a well-done story.

[cosmos-coma]

Hey!! I really love your writing! All witcher characters are very much on point, it’s amazing😍 i would have an idea for a Lambert fic if you don’t mind! How about reader is very much interested in learning from the witchers and hunting down monsters herself but Lambert is just very overprotective of her and thinks she’s insane for risking her life but in the end reader actually saves Lambert’s ass?? And they get together after that and it’s all fluff?? You can add anything to it, i love your Lambert!💜

Beasts and Books

A/N: Aww, thank you so much! I've been worried about my characterization- especially of Lambert, but I'm so glad you like him! and Okay, so fair warning this isn't edited like my other ones usually are and that's because I got carried away and wrote the longest one shot of my fucking life lol. I hope you enjoy it!!

Pairing: Lambert X Reader

Words: ~4k

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Years ago- back when you were growing up in Velen, you actually started out as a farmer's daughter. Your mothers worked hard, taking care of the sheep, shearing them, and weaving the wool into yarn or bolts of fabric. You had been placed in charge of raising the lambs, rounding them up, and generally keeping them out of trouble. It was a lot harder than it sounded. 

They often fought with each other or knocked over their milk buckets and seemed to do everything in their power to get you just that close to selling them and being done with them. But you knew your mothers would never allow it and so you grumbled and just kept on.

But it was the lambs actually that happened to change your life too. It had been raining all morning and you had almost finished feeding the lambs when “Hold on- One, two, three, four, five- Where is number six?” you questioned, looking to the rest of their little faces as if they’d even have the manners to answer you, let alone the vocal cords. 

You scowled, hiking up your skirt as you stepped around in the muck, trying to find a sign of the tiny little lamb that got loose- the youngest of the batch this year. “Ah-hah!” you exclaimed when you spotted the trail of little hoofprints that slipped past the gate. He must’ve slipped through the fenceposts- he always was good at using his size to his advantage.

“Come on, lamb! I’m not gonna do this all day!” You followed the hoofprints into the forest nearby, prints few and far between as he must’ve been having the time of his life evading you. “Baaaa!” he let out a little bleat from just beyond the shrubs before you.

“Gotcha!” you grinned and popped your head over the shrubs, finding the lost lamb chewing on a rather damp book. “Well now, what have you gotten into?” You asked as you scooped him up, another bleat escaping him as the book fell away from his mouth. It looked like he’d found his way into an abandoned camp. There was a cold abandoned campfire and evidence of a bed roll flattening down the lengthy grass; you found bits of broken leather here and there- probably from someone doing repairs. 

“Looks like whoever it was left in a hurry…” You commented, ignoring the lamb who was now more interested in chewing on the ends of your hair than anything else. You flipped open the worn cover and read the title of the book aloud, “Brother Adalbert’s Bestiary… huh” 

“Y/N!” You heard one of your mothers call from the house; she must’ve come to check on how you were doing in the rain and not seen you in the lamb’s pen. “Coming, Mother!” You shouted in her direction and quickly scooped up the book before trudging back towards the house. 

Once you got back home and finished up with the lambs you parked yourself right in front of the crackling fireplace, drying both yourself and the book as you carefully flipped through it again and again, reading as you dried out its pages. 

‘Ghouls, nekkers, wyverns, barghest, the list goes on and on’  you thought to yourself as you skimmed through the pages, despite having been out in the rain it wasn’t as damaged as you thought it might be, even the notes lining the margins of each entry were still legible. You flipped to the beginning again to make sure the pages were dry when you came upon a little mark on the inside of the cover. It was a little sketchy and messy, but it looked like a little drawing of a wolf head next to the Letter ‘L’.

That was then- now you were a little older- still a farmer’s daughter, but now you were responsible for hunting monsters. You were no witcher, that was obvious- but you still made do. You had studied that bestiary until you knew it like the back of your hand, you saved up all your money to buy yourself a rinky-dinky set of armor and an old sword. You started small- fighting only what you knew you could take on; barghests and ghouls mostly- occasionally you attempted to help rid the swamp towns of bloedziuger, but you had yet to get down the speed you needed when they exploded into acid. 

You ran your fingers over the dappled scaring on your arm, a testament to when you had started out on this path you had chosen. You had used your smarts to set traps for your monsters to make it easier for you as a regular human, earned some good coin, and invested that into better equipment. Now you had a good custom-made silver sword, a sturdy but light set of armor, and were beginning to save up for a good horse too. 

“Alright Miss, this is as far as I’m taking you.” the cart driver had said, pulling his mule to a stop  in the middle of a small village. “You can walk the rest if you really need.” he kept watching you expectantly as you hopped off the back of his cart, making sure he didn't see the few apples you had swiped into your bag. 

“Yeah, thank you…” You murmured and handed him a few orens from your satchel to which he grinned and nodded his head. 

“Much obliged, Miss…” He tipped the edge of his worn-out hat and continued off down the road. 

“Yeah, sure you are…” You let out a sigh and stretched your legs, before heading over to the notice board. “Let’s see what we’ve got here…” 

You glanced it over, seeing mostly trade notices, but it seemed that there were a few notices you could actually fulfill too; wolves had attacked the livestock of one house, while wyvern seemed to be picking up the sheep of another one nearby. Probably were getting bothered by the same monster, but you figured you'd check them both out to be safe. 

You glanced around the town as you stood- it smelled overwhelmingly of animals and stove fires, but your nose had become so used to those over the years that it hardly struck you anymore. A few old women sat out in front of a house, idling and chatting in the late afternoon while chickens clucked and scurried around the streets openly. You guessed there would be a few more hours of sunlight left, so you probably had time to start your investigation before it became too dark for you to see. 

You set out to the other side of town to investigate the wolf contract first, figuring yours get the easy things out of the way first. 

And Thankfully it really was only wolves that were bothering this farmer and you were able to finish up the contract just before the night began to really fall. So you headed back to the local Inn, coin enough for a room now in hand, and maybe even enough for dinner too if you negotiated right. You were fortunate, you knew, that you were completely human- After all, it meant that people almost always treated you better. You didn’t have any problem with nonhumans, in fact, in this line of work you had even met several pleasant ones you'd like to see again- but you also couldn't ignore that you benefited from the way others treated them. 

It had just become fully dark when you came up outside the inn, torches along the road lighting your way back. When you came to the town square you heard a man trying to talk to one of the older ladies you had seen before. 

“Hey, you. Yes, you Miss. Where the hell are all the notices for witchers? I thought this was Velen- you guys always have some sort of shit going on for us to solve.” he said, sounding rather obnoxious as even his horse seemed to huff in protest. 

After grumbling something about ‘kids these days’, she motioned towards you, “apparently you’ve been beaten to it, Mutant. And I thought you witchers were supposed to be faster than us humans…” She snapped back at him with a smug look on her face. 

The man quickly turned to you and now you could see his yellow cat-like eyes and the scar running down beside his right eye. He had worn but rather unique armor and twin blades strapped to his back. 

‘Nope. I’m not dealing with this right now’,  you thought to yourself and quickly slipped inside the Inn. You went up to the innkeeper first thing, getting a room for the night and what little food and drink you could afford with the rest of your coin. Thankfully the witcher still had yet to come inside yet so you tucked yourself in a corner to eat and read by yourself. 

You opened up the bestiary as you ate, looking over the entry on wyverns. You had read this entry over dozens of times, but you didn’t want to risk missing anything that could help you later. 

“One room for the night if you will.” The man from earlier asked, now at the innkeeper's table. 

“Afraid we’re all out of rooms. She got the last one.” The keeper said as he threw a thumb in your direction. 

The turned to look and you were sure he swore under his breath at the exact moment you did before his face twisted into a frown. His footsteps were quiet as he came over to your table, setting his swords down. “So first you take all my contracts, then you take my room. Who the hell are you anyway? You don’t even look like a witcher, you look more like a wannabe knight.” He said callously. 

“Wow, quite the introduction. Are all witchers as charming as you Or do you have them all beat?” you retorted flatly, not even sparing another glance up at him. “It’s just my luck I  guess. My luck and your getting fucked.” you added, chucking a bit at your own rhyme. 

A wicked grin crossed his face and he leaned in closer, chin resting in his hand. “Oh..? You’ve got a bit of a bite in you, huh? I’m Lambert…” He introduced himself.

You looked at him, giving him a quick once-over with your eyes before you cracked a small smile his way and nodded. “I’m Y/n.” 

“Y/n? Well, now I have a name for all my problems. So what’s got you so enwrapped that you can barely look up at me? It’s gotta be pretty good because I’m- Hey, I know that book.” He reached over and took it from right in front of you. 

“Hey!” you yelled and went to snatch it back, but his witcher instincts made him far faster. “That's mine-”

“Where the hell did you get this?” he seemed a lot more serious now as he held up the book and looked back at you, suspicious eyes looking over your face to see any indication of lying. 

“I found it in the woods years ago, its Mine-” you went to emphasize again, but he interrupted you once again.

“No. No, this is mine.” He stated and opened up the inside cover, pointing to the little wolf drawing and the ‘L’. “This is me. Lambert of the school of the wolf. I lost this thing ages ago. I didn’t think I’d ever find it again.” 

You sighed as you watched him look over it with a level of care that was reserved for that of something like a childhood friend. This was the book that had shaped your life up to this point, but…. If it belonged to someone else, isn’t it only right that they have it again? You’d read that thing forwards and backward anyways, what more will it be able to tell you? 

You let out a small sigh but kept quiet as he flipped through the pages when he paused for a moment. “Wait- this note isn’t mine… Neither is this. ‘Afraid of bees and will actively avoid established hives’ , ‘bad climbers. Easy to trap in pits and kill, but will become feral in their attacks. Keep out of reach.’ “ Lambert read aloud, looking from entry to entry at the notes you had written in as you learned. 

“These are… yours? Did you… use this book to become a monster hunter?” He asked, looking at you in a mix of wonder and confusion. “You’ve got to be fuckin' insane- why would a human ever want to become a monster hunter?” after a half second of thought he handed the book back to you, which you brought to your chest possessively. 

“You said it yourself, Velen always has shit going on for you guys to solve. I grew up here and it's turning into something that’s almost too dangerous to live in. I wanna change that.” you shrugged it off as if it was nothing, but what you did held great importance to you.

Lambert was quiet for a moment, something that you gathered was probably unusual for him, as he seemed to take in your words. 

“But-” you started, trying to shift the topic and lighten the mood a bit. “How about to make up for stealing your book and all your jobs I let you stay in my room with me. You set up a bedroll in front of the fireplace or something.” you grinned a bit as you offered, watching his face turn from something serious into a charming smirk that you could feel draw you in a little more than you'd like to admit. 

You two spent the rest of the night chatting and throwing quips back and forth at each other, and before your drinks were done it felt like you had known each other for decades. There was a layer of sarcasm over much of the vulnerability there, but you could see past it easily. 

When you two made it up yo your room for the first time that night you discovered that the one bed the room had was actually a lot bigger than you had thought it would be. There was easily room for 2 people to sleep and still keep a bit of distance if they wanted. 

“Hey, Lambert?” you looked back at him as he came to the door, “not to be too forward, but would you like to just share the bed? I can keep to my own side if you can.” you posed to him and set your stuff down on one side. 

“Sure as hell beats the hell out of a bedroll.” He smiled and dropped his stuff on the other side and began pulling off his armor.

Your brain became like fuzzy static as you watched his tunic ride up through the motions he went through. The thin strip of skin and the distinct line of the ‘V’ his pelvis made was all you saw, but it was all you needed too. 

“Don’t tell me our little monster hunter is getting distracted…” he said smoothly with a little chuckle to his voice. 

Your blush glowed like a radiant lamp and you quickly turned away to snuff out that burning flame. “I just- well. You don’t want your armor on for sleeping? Isn’t it safer that way?” 

“What- are you gonna stab me?” he moved to lounge out on the bed, putting his arms behind his head and exposing his midsection to you again. 

“Well- I. No, of course not.” 

“Well, then I should be fine. Are you just gonna stand there all night?” He said with a huge grin, patting the bed beside him. That bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

“Shut up” you looked away and quickly and quietly got down to your tunic and underclothes. You climbed under the warm covers and pulled the blanket high around your shoulders. “Are you gonna sleep above the covers tonight?” You asked, rolling over to face him and pushing your hair out of your face. 

A smile came over him when he looked over at you, it was softer than the others he had offered you tonight and a little more sincere as well. “I’m gonna be up for a little while. You know us Witchers, we don't really sleep much.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his already pushed-back hair. “Don’t you worry about me, you get some sleep…” 

You struggled to hold back a yawn as you nodded in agreement. “Goodnight, Lamb.” you mumbled before drifting off into a sound sleep.

“Goodnight, little monster hunter…” the witcher mumbled quietly as he watched your sleeping face. He hadn’t felt this… soft sort of feeling before. Something that felt so deep and so real it almost scared him to admit he was feeling it, but as he looked down at your sleeping face he felt ease wash over him. How could you throw yourself into such a profession? Didn’t you know the risks? You even had the choice of it, unlike him…

“Mmph…” you mumbled out as you shifted in your sleep, reaching out for something that wasn’t there. 

Without a second thought, Lambert put his arm in the way of your reaching hands, smiling a bit as your hand naturally found his and you held his arm close to you in comfort. 

“What am I gonna do with you..?” he mumbled into the quiet night once more.

When morning came you woke up to an empty and cold bed, but you weren't sure why that seemed to hurt for some reason…. But within minutes your witcher had returned with breakfast in hand.

“So, we’re hunting a wyvern?” Lambert asked as he handed you a plate. 

“Good morning to you too.” you remarked with a smile, “looks like. We can prepare after breakfast?” 

And so you two did, when breakfast was finished you two gathered up your things and made for the stables. 

“Here, you can ride on the horse. I’ll walk- I hate trying to follow a creature's trail on horseback…” he justified as he helped you up, hands on your waist as he boosted you up. 

“Thanks, Lamb… lead the way?” you smiled down at him, grabbing the reins. 

You two made your way to towards the last house on the way out of town, looking around for evidence of this wyvern and following the blood trail towards what you could only guess would be a nest. 

“So, look-” Lambert started. “Why don’t I just take this one? You know how tricky these draconids can be.” He offered, looking up at you to see your reaction, but it wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for. 

Your brow furrowed and you shook your head. “What? No. I’ve taken monsters on my own before so why should this be any different?” you argued. “No, If you want we can fight it together, but I'm gonna be there either way.”

“Look- I get that you’re supposed to be a monster hunter and all, but why would you want to go ruin a pretty face like that? Why don’t you just keep yourself out of trouble?” he sounded a bit less hypothetical now and a little more like an argument.

“So you think I’m pretty?” you asked with a smirk, trying to turn the topic of conversation. You really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. You’re a monster hunter! And even though you’re still figuring things out you didn’t want it to stop you.

The witcher only sighed at your response. “Yeah, I do…” his words drifted off a bit as he slowed to a stop, his horse automatically stopping beside him. “Hey, I’ll be right back, okay? I’m gonna go take a leak before the fight. First rule of being a witcher you know”, He said and headed off into the thicker brush, his somber tone resonating in your mind. 

“That cannot possibly be true.” you laughed a touch and watched him go, sighing a bit, but taking the moment to get your things ready, bombs and potions from the recipes scribbled in the back of the book. 

But it was taking quite a while for Lambert to come back…

“Come on, Lamb! I’m not gonna do this all day!” You shouted, feeling a sense of Deja vu as you called those words. You waited around a few minutes more until you heard an exasperated and pained cry coming from far off past the brush. 

“Damn it, Lambert!” you yelled as you processed what he had done and stirred his horse into motion, tugging its reins towards said noise. You were angry, to be honest. I mean, did he just think you couldn’t do it by yourself? Did he think that because you were human you couldn't fight like he did?  The thoughts alone made your blood boil and your skin grow hot and itchy as it was whipped by the wind. 

When you finally came onto the scene you saw Lambert rushing around on the cliff's edge, battling the aged draconid all by himself. You practically threw yourself off the horse and into the fight as you came in close. “Damn it, Lambert! You lying bastard!” you yelled and drew the Wyvern's attention to you now as you stabbed your sword into its tail. 

“Don’t yell at me, it was for your own good!” He yelled back as he cast Igni, vying for its attention to come back to him. 

“My own good? You sound like my bloody mothers!”  

“Sweet Melitele, I did it to protect you!” Lambert shouted, looking to you instead of the wyvern now and dropping his guard. 

“Lambert…” you sighed, breath coming out in heavy huffs as you fought off the creature. But you didn’t get the chance to say anything more before the annoyed creature whipped its tail at the witcher and flew off with the last of its strength. 

He had jumped back in just the nick of time but unfortunately didn’t realize how close he was to the edge. With one foot on stable ground and the other about to step off the cliff’s edge, his body's momentum had him off kilter and about to topple over….

“Lambert!’ you yelled and ran towards him, grabbing him by his sword’s sheath strap just in time and yanking him forcefully back onto safe ground. You stumbled backward to safety and landed on the ground right beside your annoying witcher. 

“How’s that for ‘I did it to protect you’?” you huffed in an attempt to catch your breath, nudging Lambert with your elbow as he processed that he had almost died. 

“Holy shit….” he muttered, reaching unconsciously for your hand- much like you had done just the night before. 

You set your sword down and put your hand out to find his. “Lamb… while I admire you trying to protect me I don't want you to become overprotective. I love doing what I do- after all, I chose this path. And I know I'd love it more if I could work side-by-side with you” You looked to him as you talked, watching his expression turn sincere, but not uncomfortable. “I’d love to learn more about monster hunting from you, but don’t count me out just yet, okay?”

Lambert nodded, a smile forming over his features as he squeezed your hand. “I suppose it’s the least I can do since you saved my life… How about we finish off this wyvern together?”

You nodded, a grin spread across your face once again. “Together.”

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[palabraasinnecesarias]

five times ranma didn't say i love you and the one time he didn't need to:

ao3 | ff.net ship: ranma/akane rating: general audience words: 8,889

summary:

Ranma and Akane throughout their relationship in which they wondered about each other, and the one time they didn't need to anymore.

Ranma had agreed to help her run errands only because she had promised a treat afterwards, usually consisting of a large fruit parfait cup, which he was really good at finishing entirely. But now, as they walked among the sea of people on such a hot day, he wondered if it was worth it.  

Akane seemed to be simply shopping, stopping constantly to observe hair jewelry and other trinkets that hadn’t really caught much of his attention. Nonetheless, he had followed her into endless stores, and waited patiently as she tried on clothes, unnecessarily so. The clothes were going to fit the way they did, why did she have a need to observe herself in the mirror? She was box-shaped, with hips too wide and not enough on the northern region to help balance it out; or so, he tried to convince himself.  

Which was why, a few stores ago, when Akane had asked him for his opinion about a dress she was on the fence about, he didn’t say much. When she stepped out, he felt his chest clench up, his lungs suffocating as he felt the heat of his flushed cheeks overtake his face. The young woman had walked out in a strappy sundress, the creamy cloth embracing her wonderfully as she nervously pressed her clammy palms at the sides of her hips.  

“It’s on sale, but I don’t know how I feel about it,” Akane found herself having to say out loud, as if explaining why she needed a second opinion, and he found it very out-of-character for her to ask him, but God, did she look good in it.  

Ranma cleared his throat, trying to regain his nonchalant composure, acting like he didn’t care (because he shouldn't care, right?). “It don’t matter what you wear, with your bucket waist, ‘Kane.”  

She sighed loudly, clearly annoyed as she rolled her eyes and walked back into the dressing room, murmuring some very creative words under her breath. “You’re such an idiot,” was what he did manage to catch just before she closed the curtain behind her.  

What was she expecting? For him to admit that she did look a little cute in that dress? It wouldn’t have been a lie, but something about saying such words to Akane flustered him completely. He was really good about expressing his thoughts aloud, although he never gave much thought into what he was saying. Bickering had become almost like their secret language that helped flourish their fruitful relationship (whether he wanted to admit it or not). But he did find it so hard to admit such embarrassing things out loud.  

Still, she bought the dress.  

Kasumi had insisted on one of her parasols, tenderly shoving it into his hands, now very thankful as the summer sun would have been hitting them directly. And although they were only sweating just a tad, easily wiping it off their foreheads, he couldn’t help but notice the way Akane kept pushing bundles of hair behind her ears and over her shoulders, making him aware that its length just skimmed her shoulders.  

Her hair was getting quite long; she was usually good at getting a trim on time, and he wondered if she had forgotten about it. She was wearing a clip at each side of her head, using it to help keep hair out of face, it seemed.  

He watched her, her dainty hand picking up a claw clip bedazzled in gemstones, testing its grip as she squeezed it a few times before setting it back down and reaching for another. He held the parasol over them with one hand, and a few shopping bags in the other. He hadn’t offered to carry the shopping bags, but also when she’d ask him to hold them while she looked at something, he easily took them and hadn’t bothered to give them back to her even when she was done looking.  

Her hand reached back to her hair, pushing it away from her neck once more, bothering him for some reason. She had always had short hair, for as long as he could remember; of course, their bizarre antics had gotten her long strands chopped initially, but she kept it short ever since. And it suited her well, he thought, and believed she should get a trim.  

On the way home they had stopped for ice cream, Akane’s treat, as she promised. The parasol had been stuffed into one of the shopping bags, the sun was setting down and the evening heat wasn’t as intense. The cooling treat was definitely helping.  

And he didn’t know what it was that convinced him it was a good idea to bring up her lengthen hair, but before he could stop himself, Ranma found himself asking, “When are you gettin' your haircut?”  

“What?” Akane looked curiously over at him, one eyebrow lifted waiting for him to elaborate.  

“I dunno,” he offered with shrugged shoulders, “it’s getting kinda’ long, don’t ‘cha think?”  

“Oh,” Akane inhaled, thinking to herself momentarily before she smiled back at him, “I was thinking about letting it grow.”  

“Why?”  

Akane scoffed at the remarkably candid response, trying not to let it bother her. “What? You don’t think I’ll look good with long hair?”  

“You’ve had short hair for the longest time now, why change all of a sudden?”  

“Sometimes we need a change,” she smiled this time, sincerely, “a change of pace.” Her smile was small, but her cheeks were flushed and round, bouncing her glances from his face towards her melting ice cream cone.  

He tried not to choke on the lump scraping at the back of his throat, suddenly very aware of himself, and the way Akane’s steps matched his own.  

“It’s whatever, I guess.”  

“Does it bother you?”  

He looked back at her, her doe-like eyes seeping into him, knowing if she tried hard enough, she could read all of him and everything he had bottled up since they first met many years ago at the age of sixteen. And so, he looked away, scoffing again with a cocked eyebrow, “All I’m saying is short hair has always worked for ya’,” and he meant it.  

She was leaning forward, trying to look more directly at his face with a childlike grin dancing at her cheeks, her knotted eyebrows challenging him to say more, but all he did was stick his tongue out at her as he blew a raspberry.  

It had been a few days later when he noticed her short her, feeling an immense cramping feeling overflowing about his chest down to his lower abdomen.  

Akane took a seat next to him during dinner, flashing him a small, but very mischievous, grin at him. Her cheeks were still round, and rosy, and her long eyelashes batting at him demanding attention. And he wanted to give her that attention, but he was still trying to remember how to breathe.  

“Well?” she finally asked, combing her fingers through her dark hair, very silky and shiny.  

Ranma cleared his throat, hoping his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. He was trying to give off “cool”, and “calm”, but he knew she could see through him. “It looks good, Akane.”  

She giggled quietly, unable to sustain her toothy grin as she said to him, “I know.”  

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[leonscape]

lions are very territorial pt.2

“do you wonder what it would be like if you met your real parents?” irene asked. the couple lay next to each other, watching the day pass by.

“sometimes. but i wouldn’t even know where to start,” leon answered. he gently stoked her hair and she snuggled closer.

“maybe one day you’ll find them,” she said.

“what if they’re gone?”

“that’s too sad.” she frowned. “you need to have some hope.”

“it is an interesting thought. but i’ve never met my parents so i don’t know even what they look like.”

“i bet you look like your father,” she giggled.

leon laughed, “oh yeah? what makes you say that?”

“i don’t know, i just think it would be cute.” she smiled.

“and what about you? do you look like your mother?” he raised a brow.

“not really. maybe at a glance, but not really. she was really pretty. she had this shiny, straight hair. it was so stiff and smooth. mine is always frizzy and ugly,” she told him and leon patiently listened.

“i think you’re really pretty. your hair is like a magnificent lion’s mane,” leon teased.

“you’re one to talk, lion boy.”

the two laughed and giggled with each other. “so if you don’t look like your mother, then you must look like your father.”

“nobody knows who my father is. my mother never talked about it. all my memories are in rhodolite so he must be rhodolitian.”

“did you ever find out what was in the letter your childhood friend gave you?” leon asked. “i know you’ve been working on it for a while.”

“no, i still don’t understand anything. i think it’s best if i just have someone else read and translate it for me.”

“i think you should keep going,” he said. “you’ll get there. you need to have hope.”

“oh gosh, who told you that?” she exhaled a laugh.

“a really beautiful girl. she’s really smart too.” he pressed a kiss on her head.

irene continued to study hard, trying her best to translate her mother’s words. little by little, she decoded the message. it didn’t make much sense, but over time it became more intelligible.

“i knew you could do it,” leon said. irene presented him with the translated letter. “can i read it?”

the original letter looked spent. the page was folded and refolded and it was a bit discolored. the strokes of each character was neat and careful. the black pigment of the ink still stood out on the page.

the letter explained her mother’s circumstances, and at the end she finished it off with an apology. it wasn’t addressed to irene, or anyone irene recognized. however, it does briefly mention her.

“‘my daughter grows everyday, and my wish is to return home to present her to our home’,” leon read out loud. “interesting wording there. ‘her father was from benitoite, and i wished she could have grown there in the beautiful sea country. it reminds me of our home.’”

“so i guess that answers the question.” she shrugged.

“that’s amazing.” leon skimmed over the rest of the letter, none of which were making sense without the context. “should we try to find him?”

“she says she wanted me to grow up there. so why didn’t i? she moved here instead.”

“good point.”

“i have to tell my friend. he wouldn’t believe this!”

“may i go with you? i’d like to meet your friend.”

“i’d really like that.”

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[mitziholder]

I was catching the perfectionism vibes, it's shame if it hinders your progress. Your characters and style seem so cool so I wanted to probe. Comics really are a marathon to create. Losing steam is natural and maybe switching up your conception of your project can help. Not trying to pressure you in any way, just hoping to provide some food for thought.

How do you feel about comics as a medium? You mentioned you mostly "skim" comics for inspiration and love Wimmen's Comix but is it a medium you feel very connected to in general and for your story idea?

I've seen multiple webcomic artists unfortunately struggle with the labor needed for drawing panels and incorporating prose along with art and regular comic panels to maintain progress. If you are more into writing than drawing, maybe incorporating prose along with comics/art is an option you'd be interested in. Don't have the best examples but thinking of Homestuck's long script-format convos that follow panels. And for a comic that later incorporated prose, the webcomic Paranatural went from all comic panels to mixing prose and art. I'll be honest that I stopped reading Paranatural as a teen before the shift so I can't speak to its writing/art quality.

“skimming” was a little disingenuous. I have read a lot of comics, but very rarely have I felt that they fully utilized the affordances of the medium. the reasons for this vary; comics are plagued by many issues deriving from the fact that they were, at one point, both extremely popular and cheap (low-brow) - kneecapped by the CCA and warped into something stupid and trivial for children. even today, that perception remains. I would say the majority of people aren’t capable of recognizing comics as a mature medium. lots of comic writers have a chip on their shoulder about this… particularly Alan Moore.

I bring him up because Watchmen was one of the first pieces of media that really opened my eyes as to what comics were capable of as a graphic medium; people regularly recognize the visual artistry of film, the (often) invisible work done in blocking, cinematography, effects, and editing that makes movies feel like art. comics should be art. every frame should be a painting. panels should fit together into a larger picture composed with thought and care. Dan Gibbons did so - with regard not only for how panels fit next to each other but also for how they fit within the page and the page within the chapter and so on… rich with detail, of equal weight to the dialogue in conveying narrative and thematic meaning. it amazed me because of how little the art actually matters in so many comics, only there by obligation (because without art it would no longer be a comic). why is this? I don’t know. profit? but you see it in indie comics, too. that part confuses me. why would you make something if you don’t want it to be good? what’s the point?

anyway, I found that the story I wanted to tell would not fit within the bounds of a stage play. it has continually resisted (with some notoriety on this blog) my attempts to fit it into prose. the dialogue is what moves it, and with my sort of shaky aptitude for art and love of the medium’s potential, I felt that making it a comic was the natural choice. I don’t particularly enjoy the process of drawing, but without art I felt something was missing - a void that couldn’t be filled by anything else. I never wanted it to give the impression that the art was done by rote, incidental/inconsequential, a pure and thoughtless representation of the dialogue… but that is sort of what it has to be at this point. I wish that integrating the visual half came more naturally to me, but I’ve accepted that it’s a skill I’m going to have to hone with much practice. it’s something I’ve struggled with quite a bit as someone who is borderline aphantasic. very little of the art that I make comes directly from my brain. it is not intuitive to me at all. I am so reliant on references, have no imagination, am very rarely struck with the idea for a bit of visual humor or detail that adds meaning rather than merely visualizing the existing script - the words. I am obsessed with words, clearly. meaning and rhythm and punctuation. I’m a word person. I want to be an art person. I want so baaaadly for my work to be good. I try so hard.

I’m often tempted to throw in the towel and admit that my brain doesn’t work that way - that I’m aiming too high, stubbornly set on something I can never really have - not to an extent that I’m satisfied with. but if I gave in to that feeling, I would never finish anything. I feel like once I am done with my classes and my living situation is more stable, I’ll be sort of okay - or at least more consistent - when it comes to the art stuff... worst-case scenario, I cave and go the homestuck route (which is not something I thought I’d ever say). I don’t know. we’ll have to see. once this semester is over...😮‍💨

[lia-land]

Tower of Dawn

3/5 stars

Spoilers for Tower of Dawn by Sarah J. Maas.

This book is one that I like to refer to as an 'amnesia book' because it's one that you don't like at all while you're reading it, but once you're done, you look back and think of it as an an okay story overall. That's why I'm giving this 3 stars, but really, it was 2/5 while I was reading it.

I'm going to start with how I feel about the ending because it just didn't sit write with me. I don't understand what the problem would have been if Chaol would have just stayed in a wheelchair. This is my biggest issue with this book: SJM created a ridiculous plot line at the end, just so Chaol could walk again. Was it really necessary to bind his life and leg strength to Nesryn? Was that really the better option compared to just letting him be disabled? There's like a million main characters in this series. What would be so wrong with one of them being in a wheelchair? It annoys me that the plot was stretched like this just to avoid that outcome.

A lot of this book was descriptions and the thoughts of the characters, rather than actual plot. It felt veryyyyy dragged out. I read this after the full series was complete, but I’d be annoyed if I’d read Empire of Storms and then had to wait two full years to get answers from Kingdom of Ash since this book takes place at the same time as the events of EoS.

SJM said this was originally intended to be a novella and I think she should have kept it that way. So many words and sentences were unnecessary. It felt like when you’ve said you all you need to in an essay, but still haven’t met the word count, so you ramble. It was frustrating to read. This could have been 400 pages at most. It took so long for any sort of plot to pick up and I don’t even know if it ever did get interesting for me. Bearable, maybe. It got okay around 75% but at that point, I had the audiobook on 1.7x speed because I just wanted it to be over with. I literally couldn’t get through more than a page before wanting to put the audiobook on. My mind would just drift elsewhere and I’d end up having to reread the page. I appreciate ‘setting the scene’ but the descriptions were too much. I don’t want to read an interior design textbook. I’ve seen design proposals with less detail.

I wanted to experience the series how the author intended, so I didn’t do the tandem read, but in hindsight, the tandem read would have made ToD go by quicker and I should have done that.

I kept confusing all the siblings at first. They just weren’t introduced as well as they could have been, so it felt skimmed over and drowned by the information of how the Khagan’s worked. Lots of information very fast. For a lot of Chaol and Nesryn’s interactions with them, I had to go back to the start to remember who they were.

If I look at this from a perspective of us seeing the aftermath of Chaol’s injury and him coming to terms with his disability, it’s an okay book, but I don’t care about Chaol or Nesryn and having to read this book after the cliffhanger and fast pacing of EoS is annoying. We’ve had 6 books of plot and then we have to get through this book of descriptions. Reading ToD felt like when I was younger and my parents would host dinners with relatives I didn’t know and I had to sit through the boring dinner before I could go back to my room and play Nintendogs.

I will say that I enjoyed the cultural aspects of this and the city itself is portrayed beautifully, but there is such a thing as too much description.

I really thought Nesryn and Chaol would stay together so the introduction of new love interests surprised me and I really like Yrene and Chaol together. Not a big fan of them as characters but it was probably the most interesting aspect of this book.

[dragonydreams]

Costume Change - Buddie - 1/1

Title: Costume Change Fandom: 9-1-1 Rating: Teen and Up Pairings/Characters: Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley Tags: 6x13 spec fic, Established Relationship Summary: Eddie wasn't originally wearing a turtleneck when he got dressed for a night of poker. Timeline: 6x13 Word Count: 712 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Reamworks, Brad Falchuk Teley-Vision, Ryan Murphy Television, and 20th Century Fox Television. Betas: Thank you to @medieshanachie for looking this over for me. Author's Note: I hardly ever write spec fic, but this little headcanon demanded to be written out after seeing the sneak peak for 6x13. I hope you enjoy.

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Eddie was wearing a button down shirt, top button open, under his navy blue suit coat when Buck came to pick him up. With Buck's newfound ability to do math, Eddie wanted to test him out at the secret poker game he'd heard about from Rosie on B shift. 

Granted, he hadn't told Buck where they were going. All he'd told him was to dress up.

Eddie opened the door and drank in the sight of Buck wearing a wine red velvet suit coat over a black button down shirt and black pants and felt his mouth go dry. He was tempted to take advantage of Chris being at a sleepover and peeling Buck out of that suit coat now, but he also wanted to show him off. 

Besides, it would be bad form to stand-up the fire chief. 

Apparently, Buck was having much the same reaction to seeing Eddie dressed up as Eddie was to seeing Buck because the next thing he knew, Eddie was pressed against the front door with Buck's mouth sealed to his. He allowed himself to enjoy the enthusiasm of Buck's kiss, kissing him back with equal fervor, until he felt Buck move his kisses down to his exposed collarbone. 

"Buck, babe, as much as I love where your head's at, we're gonna be late," Eddie said, panting.

"Don't care," Buck said, going back to sucking what was sure to be a magnificent bruise into his flesh. 

Normally, Eddie loved when Buck marked him with love bites, but this was not the night for that. Especially not with this shirt. 

"You will once you see who's gonna be there," Eddie managed to say. 

"Who's gonna be there?" Buck asked, suddenly worried as he pulled back. "Why won't you tell me where we're going looking like this?"

"I told you, it's a surprise," Eddie said, running his hands over the lapels of Buck's coat. 

Buck shifted the hand that had been on Eddie's shoulder closer to the skin bared beneath his disheveled shirt and absentmindedly ran over the mark that was now clearly visible. 

"Oh, shit," Buck whispered, suddenly looking guilty.

"What?" Eddie asked, his hand coming up to grasp the wrist of the hand Buck had on his shoulder.

"You, um, might want to change shirts," Buck suggested. 

"What? Why?" Eddie demanded, slipping out from under Buck to find a mirror. 

"How did you even have time to get it so dark?" Eddie asked in astonishment at the dark bruise. 

"Enthusiasm?" Buck brokenly suggested. "What can I say? I was inspired by passion."

"I don't have time to iron this," Eddie said, slipping the suit coat off and beginning to unbutton the shirt on this way to his bedroom. 

"Now we're talking," Buck said, following Eddie.

Eddie shoved his suit coat into Buck's reaching hands. "I just need to grab a new shirt."

"But I liked that one," Buck pouted. 

"And because of how you showed that, it now isn't fit for the company we're keeping tonight."

Eddie skimmed through his closet, but nothing else that would match was ready to just be worn. He suddenly remembered the turtleneck in his dresser and quickly pulled that on and tucked it into his pants.

Buck burst out laughing as Eddie slid back into his suit coat. "What is this, high school?"

Pointing at Buck, he said, "This is your fault." He glanced at himself in the bedroom mirror and nodded as he noted that the turtleneck actually looked really good with the suit coat. 

"And you're still sexy as hell," Buck said, trying to pull Eddie back in for a kiss.

"As are you, but we've gotta go," Eddie insisted. 

"Will you tell me where we're going?" Buck whined.

"It's not far; you'll see soon enough," Eddie said. He checked his pockets for his wallet, phone, and keys and then held the front door open for Buck. 

"I'm still driving though, right?" Buck asked, heading towards his car.

"Of course, I've already got the address entered for directions," Eddie said, holding up his phone. 

They got into Buck's Jeep and Buck followed the GPS to their mystery location. 

Eddie could feel the press of the seatbelt against his hickey and smiled to himself. 

Definitely worth it.

The End

[lieutenant-amuel]

Oooh sunflower, marigold and winterberry for Valerio, please!!!

I actually didn’t plan on taking those asks, but thank you, Blue!!

Sunflower - What name(s) were you originally thinking of calling your OC?

I… don’t remember. Most of my characters got their names as a result of me scrolling through the lists of Spanish names with their meanings, so I believe I had several options for Valerio but I don’t remember them.

The thing I can say is that there was a short period when I thought of renaming him because to be fair Valerio is more an Italian name than Spanish, so it started bothering me a bit.

But it happened when Valerio existed for a very long time and his name was mentioned literally everywhere, on both fanfiction platforms, on Tumblr, on Discord, and he was one of the main characters, so changing his name would be too much trouble and I had to accept it.

Anyway, he was born in Nueva Vista that’s based on Venice or whatever, and even if it isn’t, I love the name Valerio, generally and for my character, so he’s Valerio until his last breath.

Marigold - Describe your OC in three words or less

Not necessarily adjectives/personality traits? I have something for this ask then.

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Valerio walked down the corridor towards his classroom to prepare for the lesson. A normal day like any other, except he didn’t flinch every time Emilio was around him anymore.

He left him alone.

It was something that Valerio desired the most but something still felt wrong. He remembered every instant of his conversation with Emilio, how his eyes were filling with tears, how the words of repentance flew off the strings of his trembling voice. It was exactly what he wanted to see. The pain of someone who put him through an unbearable nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.

Emilio deserved it.

Emilio deserved—

Emilio—

His exultation was drowned out by a feeling of gnawing guilt as he remembered everything Matías told him. What he’d done wrapped around his neck like tentacles of the sea beast that dragged him down, back to his past to the dark bottom never touched by the sun rays.

Indecisive. Pathetic. Cruel.

He felt like a monster. There was no better word to describe him.

Valerio swung the door wide open and threw his bag on the desk as he flopped down on a chair. He carelessly took out the books as he kept gazing at his gloves. Things could be much easier if he didn’t wear them. Who would care about his scars? Who would care about how he got them? He was loved by everyone, from teachers to students, in this school. He wouldn't get anything but sympathy if they knew he was a fire victim.

But he was scared. Because the fire wasn’t the thing he hid.

Valerio put his hands together and was going to remove one of his gloves but suddenly a voice rang out in the doorway.

“Hey, Señor Álvarez!” Valerio sharply turned his head and saw Ángel, “Are you busy? I need your help with something.”

Ángel walked in without waiting for him to reply, and Señor Álvarez cleared his throat to greet his student, “Sure, Ángel. What’s up?”

Ángel sat down opposite him and dumped a bunch of papers on the desk.

“I wanna learn how to write poetry! And I need advice.”

Señor Álvarez chuckled, “But why have you decided to come to me? I think Señor Serrano knows more about poetry than I do.”

Ángel shrugged, “You were the first person that came to my mind.”

Señor Álvarez smiled a bit and took the papers Ángel handed to him.

“Can you read it, please, and tell me what you think?”

Señor Álvarez’s eyes skimmed through the lines, and Ángel carefully watched his expression to understand his thoughts but he wasn’t sure that his gentle smile really meant anything. Once he finished, he looked at Ángel who impatiently tapped his fingers as he awaited Señor Álvarez’s review.

“It’s great! You seem to know how to find the right words, plus you have no trouble with rhyming. Those are your first works, right?” Ángel nodded with an awkward smile, “In this case I’m even more impressed. The only thing I’d advise is to work on the rhythm of your poems. And I have a little trick for that. Look.”

As Señor Álvarez read Ángel’s poem out loud, he tapped his finger at every syllable. It created a smooth melody until it tripped over a long word that didn’t fit the pattern of the rest of the poem, and Ángel even winced when he heard it.

“Always read what you write out loud. It will help you expose awkward mistakes that are hiding in your head.”

Ángel nodded and took the poem to cross out the unfitting word and replace it with something else.

“Okay, maybe it’s better now,” Ángel began to read it out loud and as he followed Señor Álvarez’s advice, he tapped his finger on the desk.

It was perfect this time.

“Woohoo! It worked!” Ángel exclaimed cheerfully and looked at Señor Álvarez, “Thank you so much!”

He chuckled a bit and silently nodded.

“Can I ask you how you created this thing, Señor Álvarez?”

“One person I knew taught me. She was a great poet,” he fell silent for a moment with a sad smile, “And can I ask you why you’ve decided to start writing poetry? Your poems are very emotional. It feels like you’re writing them for someone dear to you.”

Ángel dropped his eyes, “My parents are divorced, but I keep in touch with Mamá and I want to write something special for her. But… I don’t want anyone to know it, so please, don’t tell anyone. Especially Papá and my friends.”

“You can count on me,” Señor Álvarez stuck out his little finger for a pinky swear, and Ángel laughed.

“Now I know why I’ve come to you, Señor Álvarez!”

They released each other’s fingers, and as Ángel glanced at Señor Álvarez, he suddenly felt a surge of warmth radiating from his smile. He was so encouraging and kind, and Ángel still couldn’t get used to it since those were the qualities that Señor Bravo, his previous history teacher, lacked.

Being around Señor Álvarez felt like being wrapped around a soft cozy blanket that could keep him from the cold. He knew it was weird to feel that way about his teacher but he couldn’t help it. Señor Álvarez was a lot more than just a teacher.

“Thank you for always inspiring me to do new things, Señor Álvarez,” he said as he got up from the desk, “You know, you’ve actually been doing it since the first day we’ve met.”

“Good luck with your poems, Ángel. I’m sure your mother will love them when she reads them.”

They both exchanged broad smiles, and as Ángel left the classroom, Valerio exhaled peacefully.

Warmth. Kindness. Inspiration.

Yes. Those words described him well, too.

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Have I just spoiled Valerio’s entire arc? Perhaps.

Winterberry - Use one or more photos that encapsulates your OC's clothing style.

Oh no. I’m horrible at choosing clothes for my characters x) But something like this, I guess.

Gloves 1000000%

Something black, because this is currently his main color, and sorta elegant? I suppose I’m thinking too much about Valerio as a teacher now, but I’m really not sure what he wears casually.

And he wears a crystal necklace :D You can try to guess why.

And when he was younger, something like this? He’s a sea guy after all, and I think this is actually the closest what he wears in the 13th chapter (aka young Valerio chapter). I also can imagine him wearing something more colorful but it looks way too modern XD

Thank you again!

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