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glorytoukraine2022 · 2 months

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Hi fellow Frozen fans! I’m here to talk about an opinion from the Frozen fandom that has been bothering me since Frozen 2 came out. I’ve heard several people claim that Elsa was selfish for abdicating the throne to Anna to become the Fifth Spirit. Some people even seem to imply that Elsa doing so is ruining Anna and Kristoff’s lives and their plans for the future. I don’t know where all of this is coming from, but based on varying complaints from the fandom, I have a few ideas.

I think, that some people are just upset because they would rather Elsa remain the prim and proper Queen of Arendelle and Anna, the carefree, bubbly princess. The people who sport this idea annoy, and even anger me to some extent. Anna and Elsa are so, so much more than that. Do you all just want them to remain frozen in time? You have no desire for them to grow as people? If you truly love and appreciate the sisters as characters, then you would WANT them to grow, and reach their full potential.

Why shouldn’t Anna get a chance to lead her people? Why shouldn’t Elsa, a woman who was locked away in her room for thirteen years, get a chance to experience true, complete freedom? Why should she be denied the chance to be happy? To live a happy and fulfilling life?

Is it because she’s the first born and you feel she needs to live out the rest of her days fulfilling that obligation? There were undoubtably plenty of first born Kings and Queens who assumed the throne yet had do desire for such a burden. Nobody should have to be resigned to such a fate. Especially such a unique person like Elsa.

Another reason that I have heard mentioned, is that some people prefer the “Two Queens“ ending. For the people who believe that Elsa and Anna should have ended up ruling Arendelle together, as equals, let me start by saying that that’s not how monarchies work. A monarch usually refers to a single person. A person of royal blood and related to the Royal family.

Yes, a monarch usually does wed another person, but the person who marries an heir apparent only shares their rank and title. They do not have any sovereign powers over the kingdom. They do not rule. Any political power they have is limited to what the monarch allows them to have.

So, the “Two Queens” idea would not work not only because the power of the monarch can only belong to one person, but Anna is Elsa’s sister. Yes, there WAS insest in real life monarchies, but as two females, an heir would never be able to be produced. This was the main reason why monarchs were, often forced, to marry. To produce an heir. The only reason Anna was able to ascend was because Elsa abdicated without a child of her own. They could never have ruled Arendelle together.

I know that part of the reason that this idea appealed to people is because it fit in with the “two sisters“ theme of Frozen. Many people believe that Elsa leaving Arendelle goes against that theme. Or that Elsa leaving Arendelle won’t strengthen their bond. I understand where people are coming from, but again, I disagree.

Elsa is 24 years old. She’s an adult. She’s around my age, and I have many friends who have moved out of their homes. That doesn’t mean that the bonds they have with their parents and siblings deteriorate or that they don’t love them anymore. It just mean that they’re independent. Same with Elsa. It’s only natural that the older sister is the first to move out of the house. She’ll always lover her family and can visit them at any time she likes.

As I mentioned above, Elsa is not ruining Anna and Kristoff’s marriage and lives in the future. She isn’t shoving off uneeded responsibility onto Anna. While Anna may not have been groomed to be Queen growing up the same way that Elsa was, she probably was made aware that as the second born daughter of the King and Queen, that if anything happened to Elsa, Arendelle would look to her. It’s not like Anna is coming into this with zero understanding of what’s expected of her.

I don’t know how many of you read any of the artick of interviews with Jennifer Lee and Chris Buck when Frozen 2 came out, but I did. They stated that the entire point of the movie was for “Anna to become Queen and Elsa to be free.” So the outcome that you’re complaining about was always the intention. Sorry.

Chris and Jen said that Anna should become Queen because of her deep love for her people and that Elsa doesn’t deserve to be trapped in a box. I couldn’t agree more. Anna loves her people and wants to help and do things for them. That’s what being a Queen is all about. That’s why Anna would want and do well in the position. She would be helping her people.

Elsa is a unique person with a unique gift. Even though her powers had been accepted by the people of Arendelle and she was a beloved Queen, she was still somewhat restrained for the sake of fitting in. Elsa could have never embraced her powers and all that she is if she had remained in Arendelle as its Queen.

Elsa abdicated the throne because she had a higher calling. As guardian of the Enchanted Forest, a place where the magic of nature is respected, Elsa can be herself and use her powers to the fullest extent to protect the forest and all its inhabitants.

In conclusion, By abdicating the throne to become the fifth spirit and leaving Anna to become Queen, both Elsa and Anna get the chance to grow into their best selves. This is about what is best for both of them and their happiness. Not about your fantasy preference for their future.

#fifth spirit elsa #queen anna #frozen 2

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happilysmythe · 5 months

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❥ 𝙥 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧

trent frederic.

word count: 4.2k

warning: explicit content

"she wet in the shower" — gunna

A/N: this was an anonymous request for trent smut w/ a college student. so of course, i had to add some angst—makes it more fun. not to mention how much i love him, so who am i to deny it?! hope you enjoy! :)

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“Do you think you’ll be able to come out soon?”

Trent’s hopeful tone of voice rang through the phone as you held it up to your ear, sitting comfortably in the quiet bedroom of your apartment. A pang of guilt washed over you. You already knew the answer, and it wasn’t the one he was looking for.

He and you first met when you were a freshman in college. He was a sophomore. You started dating quickly after. Now, you were a senior and he was playing in the NHL halfway across the country. But you lived in Wisconsin, so it wasn’t often that you got to see each other. It was difficult for him to visit during the team’s breaks, especially when the rest of his family was based in St. Louis. And you, on the other hand, were far too busy with work and school to make the extensive trips out.

“I don’t think so,” you finally sighed, pulling your knees into your chest. “I’ve been so busy, and I just—fuck, I miss you, but I can’t. And I’m so tight on money right now.”

“I’ll pay for it,” he pushed.

“Trent, I can’t,” you frowned, resting your chin on your knee. “Believe me—if I could, I’d already be there by now. It’s just…too much.”

A beat of silence followed, and you could practically picture the dejected look on his face. You knew he was still there—the soft noise of his breathing that came through the receiver told you so—but he waited to speak. He was running through any possible solutions in his head, yet not a single one was worthy of voicing.

“I want to see you,” he finally spoke. “I’m sick of only talking to you through the goddamned phone. It feels like this isn’t even real anymore.”

“Not real?” you asked, lips parted in shock. “Trent, what part of this isn’t real?”

“I—I don’t know. Look, I,” he breathed, “it’s just hard to watch all of the guys have their girlfriends here while mine is eleven hundred miles away and has barely even met any of them, alright?”

“Oh,” you spoke quietly, nodding your head as you took in his words. “So that’s it, huh? That’s the problem, isn’t it?” You fell back against your headboard, “You finally admit it, then. It’s because I’m not like them.”

“I never—”

“Oh, save it, Trent!” you shouted. “We knew this was what it would be like when the time came and we agreed to stay together. We agreed to make it work. Do you have any idea how much I’ve sacrificed to even be able to visit and see you when I do?”

You swallowed thickly, “I have juggled so many things in the past year and all I wanted was a little bit of sympathy from you. Christ’s sake, Trent, I know it sucks. I know, okay? But I am trying so goddamn hard to find the time to just talk to you like this right now!”

“That’s my whole point,” he retorted firmly, his voice irritated. “It’s like I never see you anymore. And when I come back, I have to decide between seeing you or my family, and you always make me choose them. So it’s pretty fucking frustrating to see everyone else have their girlfriends or their wives there when you barely get to talk to yours,” he took a breath. “This barely feels like anything anymore.”

“What, so you’re just going to act like I’ve never done anything for you? Like I haven’t been working day in and day out to make as much time for you as I can? I did everything for you when you still went to school here and this is the thanks I get?” you firmly stood your ground. “Yes, Trent, I know I’m not there. I know that. And god, I miss you more than anything—”

“Then come.”

“Jesus Christ, Trent, I can’t!”

You shook your head and sat up on your bed once more. You could only be thankful that you lived alone in your off-campus apartment, with all the back and forth you were having. “You can’t come here, and I can’t go there. That was the understanding when we agreed to make things work,” you lectured. “And trust me, it hurts me too. Fuck, it hurts to see people I don’t even know with their boyfriends. So don’t act like you’re the only one who’s hurting from this.”

“If this is making it work, then I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Trent—”

“I’m just,” he shook his head, “god, I’m tired of this.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, the fear of what he’d say next slowly beginning to tear at your heartstrings. Although you hadn’t seen much of each other in recent years, Trent meant the world to you. He’d done just about everything in his power to keep you happy before he moved. And even after, he tried to see you as much as he could; as much as time would allow.

So the thought of what he might’ve been getting at made you sick to your stomach.

“You cannot put this on me,” you told him through the phone, fingers tightly gripped around the metal as if dropping it would make you lose him for good. “You have no. Right,” you swallowed, nostrils flared and teeth gritted. “It’s so fucking unfair.”

“You know what’s unfair?” His question lingered in the air, and you kept your mouth shut. It wasn’t something that you were meant to answer. So you waited.

“Being forgotten.”

And that was your final straw.

“Fuck you,” you sobbed, a tear cascading down your cheek. “If this whole long-distance thing wasn’t enough for you, then you should’ve just broken it off before.”

“I just wanted to see you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one that left you, Trent.”

Your phone was face down on the bed almost instantly after you hung up. Any emotions you were desperately trying to suppress came to the surface, bringing you to tears as you buried your face into your knees. It all finally came to a head, and you couldn’t bear the outcome. Heavy sobs left your lips, pried relentlessly from your throat as guilt ripped through you. Your body refused to let up for even a second; not until every last drop of emotion was ripped from you.

And finally, once it was, you lay restless in your bed until morning, mind unable to escape the intruding idea of never seeing him again.

Hours turned into days, days into weeks of not hearing from him. Since that night, you began to work yourself harder, picking up hours to fill up the time you’d be alone. You couldn’t let yourself think about it, or else you’d break.

It had been almost a month since. You heard a knock on your door as you were headed for the bathroom, about to shower after another long shift. You were prepared for it to be another one of your friends. They’d been showing up at your door for days, trying to break you out of your funk, which only irritated you further. You sighed and tightened your robe, then walked to the door and swiftly opened it.

“For the last time, I’m fine—”

It wasn’t your friends.

Surprise laced your expression. Trent was standing on the other side of the doorway, hands stuffed into his pockets. His body was tense as he stood silently.

“Trent,” you finally whispered.

He stepped closer, eyes boring into yours when your head tilted back to look at him. His lips parted to speak, but you gave him no such chance when you threw your arms around him. Any emotions that you’d suppressed immediately surfaced, tears streaming down your cheeks as you buried your face into his chest.

“Shh,” he cooed, hands rubbing gently up and down your back.

His hand came up to your cheek when you pulled back, using his thumb to gently wipe it dry. The warmth of his touch radiated through the skin and you felt a sense of familiarity, of comfort being in his hold again.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried softly, your arms tightening around his midsection.

“God, no, don’t,” he hesitated, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “please, don’t apologize. None of this is your fault.”

He frowned, “It’s mine. I shouldn’t have acted like such a baby.”

“But I just got angry. I didn’t even consider how you’d—”

“Hey,” he sternly interrupted, pulling your body into his. “This was on me. I knew how busy you’d be when we decided to stay together. I was upset that I couldn’t see you and I blamed you for that,” he breathed. “You didn’t deserve that. Not after everything you’ve done to make this work. I didn’t do my part.”

Another tear fell from your eye, burning the skin in its path. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel like this wasn’t real anymore,” you frowned.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just…dumb.”

“And I blamed you for leaving when you had no choice.”

He sighed deeply, urging your head to his chest. “It’s only a month left until you’re out, right?” he asked and you nodded, confirming his inquiry. “Okay. So we only have to tough out one more month of this…And then it’s over.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s okay,” you finally spoke, leaning into him. “I am, too.”

You finally leaned up to kiss him and he quickly reciprocated, pulling your chest flush against his. His head craned to the side, deepening the kiss and turning it into something more than just making up lost time. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. He hummed against your lips, fingers gripping the underside of your thighs to support your weight.

“I was about to,” you muttered between kisses, “shower.”

“Explains the robe.”

He began walking forward, carrying you down the hallway as you remained perched on his waist. The soft material of the robe slid off of your thighs, exposing them to the cool air and allowing you to feel his bare palms around them. The ring that sat on his right index finger dug into the soft skin as he reached the door to your bathroom.

“Got room for one more?” he teased as he lowered you to your feet.

“Maybe,” you giggled in response, hands resting atop his shoulders. “Who’s asking?”

His fingers toyed with the belt on your robe, slowly beginning to loosen it around your waist. He lowered his head, forehead nearly touching yours, and softened his voice, “Someone who hasn’t been alone with his girlfriend in a long time.”

“Hm,” you considered, fingers dancing along the back of his neck, “I think something can be arranged, then.”

The robe’s soft fabric fell open as he let go and brought his hands to his shirt, removing it in one go. With that, you slipped the rest off and stepped into the shower, then quickly turned on the water as he rid himself of the rest of his clothing. As you waited, you shampooed your hair, thoroughly rinsing it out and basking in the warmth of the water over you.

It wasn’t long before the curtain opened and in stepped Trent, who had discarded all but his silver chain, including the ring he wore just moments before.

“God, have you gotten bigger?” you asked, hands traveling up his arms. “Or has it been that long?”

“Maybe you’ve just gotten smaller.”

You rolled your eyes promptly, chuckling softly before leaning up to kiss him again, allowing the hot water to cascade slowly down your back. You flipped your bodies around and his hair grew darker as it slowly dampened, curls dissipating as they flattened atop his head. You were quick to run your hands along his upper body, palms grazing the skin of his chest down to his stomach. Your touch earned a groan of approval from his lips as you and your body swiftly moved down.

Down to your knees, even, right in front of him.

A few soft, teasing kisses were pressed to his tip before you drew his cock into your warm mouth. A large hand snaked into your hair, roughly gripping the wet strands as he turned just slightly, back now facing the wall. The hot water coated his body, allowing your lips to glide smoothly along his length, teeth lightly grazing the skin.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he drawled, hand setting your pace as the steam from the water rose up around you.

Slowly, he began to pump his hips, tip hitting the back of your throat with each gentle thrust. His head drew back, pressing against the cool, wet tile as he sucked air through his teeth. Your nose nearly came into contact with his pubic bone as you took as much of him as your mouth would allow. But as much as he would’ve wanted to, he refrained from forcing you down.

Instead, he relished in the feeling of your pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock again for the first time in months.

Deep breaths left his mouth in the form of groans, his lips parted and face contorting with pleasure. Soon his head was off the wall again as he looked down, driven wild by the sight before him—his girlfriend on her knees in front of him, looking back up at him through tattered lashes, sporting stains of mascara that ran down her cheeks.

It was nearly enough to send him over, and you felt him growing more tense. The grip on your hair tightened as he sped up your pace just slightly, a choked moan escaping your lips and humming against his skin. His free hand darted out and pressed firmly against the fogged glass door, aiding him in maintaining any sort of composure he could conjure up.

Just as he was about to warn you of how close he was, you slid him out of your mouth. When your eyes flitted up, they were met with his disapproving glance, chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply.

“Why did you stop?”

“To irritate you,” you scrunched your nose. “But mostly to tease you.”

Light kisses were intricately pressed to his tip, the action just perfectly denying him enough sensation to fulfill his needs. But enough to make him ache with want, with need; the need of release. Of breaking the taut line holding him together. He was on the brink, and you knew it, but you were denying him.

How cruel.

Maybe it was a form of payback for the argument he started a few weeks before. For making you think you were broken up for all that time. Something like that, he convinced himself. All he knew was that you had every intention of making him wait, and he had no choice but to accept it.

“Mm,” you hummed, the fingers of one hand curling around his length and the others around his thigh as your lips trailed the same torturous kisses down to the base and back up. His hand brushed through the dripping wet strands of dark ginger hair atop his head, feet planted deeply into the floor below him.

Unfortunately for you, he wasn’t the only one who craved his release. And fortunately for him, you were finally willing to give him the satisfaction.

So you drew just the head back into your warm mouth, tongue swirling around the swollen area tactfully. Soft lips glided along his skin as you slid them further down on him, and the line finally snapped like a twig. The aftermath flooded your senses, his taste gathering on your tongue as the sound of his groans filled your ears.

And his traces went smoothly down your throat with a prompt swallow.

“Fuck,” he finally managed, eyes following you as you rose to your feet.

“That,” you started, licking the remainder from the corner of your mouth, “was for that phone call.”

“Yeah?” he asked, a smirk settling in on his face.

“Mhm,” was your sharp-tongued response, bringing a grin to his lips. You reached for the conditioner, “And you deserved it.”

He nodded as you squeezed a bit into your hand, afterward lathering it in your hair. He brought his hands up to your head and tilted it back, using his fingers to rinse out the cream gently.

“Maybe I did,” Trent hoisted you up, an involuntary gasp falling from your lips.

“—But now it’s my turn.”

Your back pressed against the cool tile as he turned your bodies to the side, water now hitting him at an angle as he pinned you up. You breathed out sharply from the force at which you hit the wall, lips parting as your gaze fell on his grin-inhabited face.

The heat formed beads of sweat on both you and Trent’s foreheads, mixing with the hot water as it continued to fall behind his body. He leaned up and connected his lips with yours, a hand running through your equally wet strands before sliding down your tense figure. The other locked fingers with your own and roughly pressed the back of your hand against the tile above your head, drawing a needy moan from your throat.

Your free hand slid up his front and came into contact with the cold, wet metal of his chain. God, you loved it. And he knew it, which was why he never took it off at moments like this; whether it was the tag tapping against your cheek as he thrust into you or it pressing into your skin as your back arched against him, or even just the sight of it poking out from under his shirts, it set you ablaze, similar to many other things about him. Like his hair. Or his hands.

Or the head of his cock as it dragged along your soaked folds, teasing you until you begged for more.

Which, oddly enough, was exactly what was happening to you then.

“Trent—fuck,” the words weakly fell, “please.”

His lips were at your neck, working the soft, damp skin just as you did to his body just minutes before, only now the added pressure of him at your entrance came into play.

“What is it, hm?” he mumbled, trailing down to your collarbones and back up.

“Need to feel you,” you breathed heavily, “now.”

Lips stretched into a grin against your skin just before he pushed himself into you, allowing you to sink down onto him properly. Your hands quickly lifted and tenaciously gripped his shoulders for stability. His head lifted from your neck and fell back, mouth open as he exhaled deeply from the pressure of you enveloping him. He was hardening at an unfaltering rate from the sensation, and his mind was running a mile a minute.

Because no effort he made to relieve himself when he was alone could ever replace the feeling of your inner walls constricting around him.

And fuck, did he miss that feeling.

Finally, your boyfriend was buried inside you again. Finally, he was stretching you out again, occupying every last inch of space that your body would allow. The feeling was all too familiar, but that was what you loved most; how perfectly he fit you, and how it was still able to make you see stars, regardless of how many times you’d felt it before.

His hips instantly moved in a controlled rhythm, leaving no time to exchange pleasantries. Hard thrusts drove your vulnerable body up the wall, large hands now having moved to your hips, fingers pressing firmly into the wet skin.

He wasn’t going to waste any time taking things slower, softer as he normally would. Oh, no—there was no time for that. He needed you oh, so desperately at that moment—to take you. Hard. Fast. That’s what months of deprivation did to a guy like him; a guy who hadn’t felt the touch of his girlfriend in so long that it hurt.

Luckily for him, he wasn’t the only one starving with want.

So the payoff was all the sweeter for the both of you as each torturous thrust forced the tip of his strained, desperate cock to brush just against the right spot within you. Various expletives filled the fogged air of the bathroom, sounding in the form of your weakened voice. Nail-shaped craters formed on the skin of his back while he roughly pistoned his hips forward and back, relentlessly pushing your back against the slick wall behind you.

“So glad you live alone and not on that fucking school ground,” he mumbled, pressing kisses to your exposed shoulder.

Usually, he was more gentle with you, and you’d grown accustomed to that. You liked it that way. But you couldn’t deny how much you loved, in contradiction, the times he decided that gentle wasn’t enough. That it simply wouldn’t do. When all he could think of was the burning desire to pin you to the wall and fuck you dumb with pleasure because he was so damn starved from not seeing you as often as he should. Because he knew better than anyone else that you could take it.

You’d no doubt have prints on your back from the incessant pressure of him pressing you against the tile behind you, and you briefly considered the thought. It left your mind quicker than it came, however, because it wouldn’t be the only thing left behind on your body from the exchange that night.

They’d pair nicely with the marks that extended from your neck to your collarbones.

“Close, Trent,” you muttered, head falling forward and resting atop his shoulder. “I’m…fuck, I’m close.”

A phrase that had become so familiar to him, so routine, as if it were some sort of perverted Bible verse you’d been trained to memorize. One that he’d never get sick of hearing because he knew that every time he was the reason for it.

Of course, you didn’t have to say it, because he already knew you were there. And if you weren’t, someone ought to have explained to him why you felt so tight, all of a sudden.

“Come on, baby,” the words rolled off his tongue languidly, “let go.”

So you did, clenching around him and crying out with a weakness that laced your voice. White hot pleasure surged through your body as he fucked you through it, his thick cock continuing to provide you more pleasure with each calculated thrust than any store-bought substitute could manage. Calloused fingers grasped urgently at the swell of your hips, the hold on you firm enough to keep you stable as you shattered around him for what felt like the first time in years.

Not a moment was wasted before ropes of hot liquid emptied into your stomach, thoroughly coating your waiting, sensitive inner walls. A satisfied groan exited his lips, the sound low in your ear, and you were sure it was the hottest thing you’d ever heard. A hand traveled up to his wet locks, pushing his head forward and allowing your mouth to envelope his in a deep kiss as his hips slowly, carefully came to a stop.

His tongue explored your mouth as if it had never been in its vicinity before, head tilting to give himself easier access. Meanwhile, he pulled out and began to lower you down, the muscles in his arms straining as they held you up for support. Your feet were once again planted on the wet, slippery floor of the shower as your spent body remained still between his large frame and the tiled wall behind you.

He pulled away and stepped back, sliding his hands off you as he turned the knob behind him to increase the water’s temperature. Then, he moved in the stream’s direction, arms reaching outward and pulling you toward him. Your back quickly came into contact with his firm chest, metal pressing against the now patterned skin as his hands placed themselves atop your slick skin.

A pair of soft lips peppered gentle kisses from your neck down to your shoulder, fingers rising to brush your hair away. The scalding hot water hit his back and extended to your exposed shoulder blades, effectively relaxing the tense muscles of your worked bodies. After all, it had been quite the bit of time since either of you had been in such a position.

“I love you,” he murmured, lips brushing against the skin of your ear as his hands ran down along your arms beside you.

Your head fell back against his chest, “I love you, too.”

He leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, arms wrapping around your waist and his hands finding purchase on your stomach, allowing him to inch your body closer to his. Both his and your eyes then fell shut as you settled into him.

It was all so…intimate; intimate in large contrast to the last time you spoke to him before he showed up at your door looking for forgiveness. And of course, he received it, because the whole disagreement was fueled by the sole fact that he simply missed the woman he loved.

The same woman who stood in his embrace as they fell into a comfortable silence, minds focused only on the sound of the water and the steam slowly rising around them.

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judysxnd · 1 year

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“Show me how much you love me”

I had a pretty neutral day, feeling irritated though, but as soon as my dad came back from work it went bad.

That’s what I imagined Pedro would do to take care of you when you have a bad day.

Minors DNI

Warnings: sad at first, sexual content, p in v, protected sex

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Every fucking time it’s the same. You always hope your family will be there to support you, the choices you made, at least be nice, but no. That’s why you left to make your life in the US, to stay away from them. It was a choice that obviously no one agreed to, but it’s your life not them. You still come to visit from time to time and they come too (rarely), but it always puts you in a bad mood.

You never understood why anything you did was bad. They always found something not to like or to criticize in everything. You decided to pursue your dream of being an actress. Bad. Very bad. You partly understood why, it’s a very difficult career, it can take years to finally take off. But it didn’t happen for you. You got lucky you always said. You never recognized the talent you have, never in front of your family. You did at first, but they always corrected it by “fate”, “luck”, “good timing” or whatever.

Then you met Pedro. The age gap bothered them. The way you hit it off immediately confused them. How could you, with so many years between the two of you? They didn’t really like him. He was just another reason that you would never come back home. They didn’t like when you moved in together after a year of dating or when he proposed a few months after. It’s like they don’t actually believe your life is real, jealously probably.

Today you are married, you have your own big house, you have a daughter and both your careers are on top and never stopping. Everything is going great. But now that you have a daughter, you’re trying to see your family a bit more for her, even more as Pedro’s already see your baby girl a lot.

That’s what brings you here, driving to your house that you rented for the two weeks while you stayed. Yes you rented a house because there was no way you would stay that long living with them. You made that mistake too many times. You decided to come down in summer, right around your daughter’s birthday to have a big family party with everyone. But your parents wanted to see you a lot more than just one party. Actually pretty understandable.

You decided to have dinner with your parents while Pedro and your daughter rested as she got a little sick today. Stomachache and stuff like that. And as usual, dinner was rough, that’s why you thanked god Pedro wasn’t here. You even wished you got sick. Your dad kept asking about your career, if you had anything going on. But it’s summer, you took a vacation, there’s a strike, no you don’t have anything going on.

“So you’re not earning any money right now”

“And you just don’t do anything all day long?”

“You could have come longer than two weeks”

“You’re living on Pedro’s money then”

You could keep going on for more. But you couldn’t take it anymore. You ended the dinner pretty quickly, pretending you caught what your daughter had and almost ran out of there. But it killed your mood. You were already tensed just by being back here and near them, and tonight really was too much.

The drive back to your house was calm. It was still hot outside at 9pm, so the windows were down, feeling the wind go through the car. Tears were about to stream down your face, but a sense of joy started to hit you as you remembered where you were going. Home. To Pedro and your daughter. That’s all you cared about right now.

You just needed to get there, to feel their love surrounding you. Something you always missed with your parents. They probably gave everything to your big sister. When you entered the house, Pedro was laying on the couch, watching some television but was actually on his phone.

He immediately saw at your face that you were in a bad mood. It was expected, he knew how you would feel after that dinner. That’s why he gave you space. You barely talked, he let you do what you had to do. You were both sitting on the couch but on the opposite side, both on your phones. He knows that you have to be the one breaking the silence. Unfortunately you’ve been there before, and there’s a routine for that.

You broke the silence when you suggested to watch one your favorite movie on Netflix. That’s what you like to do when you feel down. Watch movies and tv shows that make you feel comfortable, something you know. You crawled next to him, cuddling. You were, bit by bit feeling a bit better, letting Pedro enter your bubble again. Progressively.

The first movie ended, so you chose another one. He would watch tv all night if it meant he was supporting and helping you in any way. In between movies he got up and brought snacks, which made you show a small smile. It was a victory for him. He was on the right path. Then the movie ended. It was too late for another one, but neither of you moved, watching trailers that Netflix suggested.

“I don’t really know exactly what happened and I don’t really need to-” Pedro broke the silence “and I know you don’t want to talk about it, but just know that everything you need to focus on is here. The rest isn’t important” you smiled against his chest before pulling away looking at him. You didn’t even have words to answer.

You looked at his feature, sending butterflies to your stomach. You feel so much love for this man. He brought you nothing but love and support. The man of your life.

“They just make me feel so bad” he put his hands on your cheeks.

“You followed your dreams, you have the life you always wanted. Jealousy I’d say”

“From my own family” you sighed

“I am your family. The tiny little human sleeping in the next room is your family” you smiled a little

“I- I want to know how much you love me” you said staring at him “I need to know” you added, crushing your lips on his. You need to feel his love on a physical level, it was the best way to twist your mind right now. Nothing mentally was helping, only the physical could help.

“Let’s get to bed then” he said watching you stand up and leave. But he grabbed your hand, pulling you to him, before holding your legs, holding you in his arms. You almost screamed at the surprising movement but you buried your face in his neck instead, chuckling.

He carried you to your bed, laying you down slowly, hovering you. His hand found your hair, putting a strand behind your ear. “I love you more than anything” he said kissing your forehead. “Don’t let anyone doubt the love you deserve” he added now kissing your temple. “you achieved so much and overcome so many obstacles” he gave you an esquimau kiss. “I haven’t overcome half of it yet” you couldn’t help but laugh a little because you knew it wasn’t true. He’s come from so far and well he is older than you so he has overcome much more stuff than you. But it did make you smile. He tilted his head when he saw the smile.

“That’s my girl” he said which made you blush. “Lighting each place she enters” he kissed your lips softly. “That smile that buries any bad things” he said brushing his thumb over your lips. “Those eyes where I lose myself in” he stared at you. He kissed your cheek, slowly going down to your jaw and buried his face into your neck, peppering kisses all over, not missing your sweet spot right near the ear. You hummed at the feeling. Your mind was already overwhelmed, progressively forgetting the day you had.

His hands lowered and stopped on your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt, lifting it bit by bit. He pulled away to take it off so that his kisses could now go further down. He was being patient, taking his time. Each light kisses he left on your skin was making you shiver. The way his hands were moving smoothly on your skin only made you feel better and hornier at any second.

He stopped at the top of your jeans, carefully unbuttoning and taking them off. He was so soft and sensual. As he hovered you again, he left a trail of kisses along your legs. They were freshly shaved so they were smooth like a baby, making you feel everything more intensely. He came back up, kissing you passionately, liked you’ve never been kissed before. He removed one strap of your bra at a time, kissing you as if he was hurting you. He lifted you closer to him to be able to unclip your bra, taking it off once and far all.

Almost entirely naked in front of him, he took his time looking at you, admiring every detail like he could go blind tomorrow and was the last time he was seeing you. You were only wearing a thin and small piece of fabric covering your core that was aroused by the all the love Pedro was showing you. His sensual movements showed exactly what you needed. He always knew how to satisfy you.

He couldn’t leave your bare breasts any longer. He covered them in kisses, licking around nipples before sucking on them a little. All of that happening in a slow motion, still taking his time. Usually none of you are going that slow. At that time he would already be deep inside you. But not tonight. Although, it’s not that far now, because both of his hands were tugging your panties as he was still kissing your breasts. Now you were entirely naked in front of him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“A damn goddess” he said smiling before taking off his shirt. “I’m standing in front of a queen, my queen” you suddenly hot. Your cheeks were turning red, but it wasn’t the only place where you felt hot. You loved how he always made you feel special. He never made you feel insecure and you never hid anything from him.

As he was taking the rest of his clothes off, your eyes were travelling on his body. His messy hair, his beard that always tickles you (can’t get enough of it), his strong arms, his torso, his stomach. You could already feel his smooth skin against yours. You bit your lips in anticipation. His hips where your legs would be wrapped around soon enough, his thighs where you spend most of the time sitting on. You didn’t even know it was possible to love someone so much, to literally love every part of their body.

You watched him walk to his luggage near the bed to grab a condom before coming back to you. Back to the previous position, on top of you, he kissed you more and more passionately while his left hand was slowly massaging your clit to get you worked up a bit as if it was really necessary. He eventually stopped, pulling away from your lips to put the condom on. One unexpected child, not two.

Your hips started to move a little, already desperately needing him. Now both ready for more, he pulled you by your thighs to bring you at the perfect distance. He slowly entered you leaving you enough time to adjust. Then he started to move, holding you by your waist. His movements where slow and passionate. There was no rush, you had all the time in the world and he was clearly going to use it. He was going to show you his love.

You both wanted to go slow, so you stayed at a slow pace for some time. You were both moving your hips together, creating one same rhythm. Automatically you were arching your back your arms trying to support you. Pedro’s hands left your waist to grab your arms. He pulled you up, making you sit on him. Finding the same pace again, you both started to moan louder and louder.

“I love you so much” you whispered in his ear as your arms fell on his shoulders.

“I love you more” he said putting his thumb on your chin guiding you to kiss him. You both started to go faster, impatience growing as you were both feeling a light knot in your stomach. You needed feel more. You went faster, and faster. You were on your way to find heaven, together. Soft but loud moans were leaving your mouths.

Your tone changed into a slightly higher one, hinting that you were about to come. Pedro started to curse, also signaling that we was coming too. You both eventually come, also together, this intense feeling overcoming both of your body at the same time. He still held you tight, leaving a few kisses on your shoulder. His skin against yours, his hands on your back, moving smoothly on your skin, you had all you needed.

The best feeling in the world. To love and be loved.

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potionsprefect · 9 months

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A Place To Call Home

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Victoria and Ethan make a house a home

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

Victoria grinned as she opened the garden furniture boxes. They had ordered the outdoor things when they still lived in Ethan’s apartment and now they were in their forever home, they could finally put it to use.

She probably should be helping with the inside stuff but the weather was so nice and Victoria wanted to be outside. Her rings glistened in the Boston sun and she smiled as she looked down at her hand.

They had only recently returned from their honeymoon and it had been absolute bliss. It felt so good to finally be a married couple and Victoria loved having ‘Ramsey’ at the end of her name.

“You’re supposed to unpack the indoor items first.” A voice said. Victoria looked up to see Ethan emerging from the bifold doors a smile on his face.

“It’s a beautiful day. I want to be outside.” Victoria laughed.

“I can’t argue with that. But there’s hundreds of boxes inside that also need unpacking. And my dad and your parents aren’t here yet so it’s down to us.”

Victoria smiled. “I’ll make you a deal. Let’s get these items unpacked quickly.” She gestured to the outdoor furniture boxes. “And then we’ll head inside and unpack the boxes and when we have lunch, we can sit out here and eat it.”

“How quickly can we set this up?” Ethan asked.

“We’ll find out when we get it open. Let’s not waste anymore time!” Victoria opened one of the boxes.

It didn’t take long before the seats and table were set up on the patio, the Boston sun still beating down on them. There were enough chairs and extra ones for when family and friends visited, luckily the house already had a garden shed for which Ethan and Victoria were keen to take advantage off.

“Now the sun loungers. Very essential for a poolside.” Ethan said sarcastically.

“I haven’t been going on about them for that long.” Victoria laughed.

Ethan rolled his eyes. “The minute you saw the pool I knew this was going to be the one.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t think the same.” Victoria winked.

The outdoor furniture by the pool was done and Victoria and Ethan then headed back into the house.

“We finally made it.” Ethan smiled down at Victoria.

Victoria wrapped her arms around his waist. “We did. And there’s so much to look forward to.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

They found their forever home and couldn’t wait to see what was ahead for them.

“That’s not straight.” Victoria said.

Ethan held the picture down, a sigh falling from his lips. “Do you want to get up on this ladder and put it up yourself?”

“No way I’d break it! And I know if you weren’t holding that you’d use one of your hands to pinch the bridge of your nose.” Victoria laughed.

“Well yes because putting up a picture shouldn’t be this difficult. It’s not like they’re going to notice until they are at least four.” Ethan replied.

“No but we’ll remember all the fun we had putting it up.” Victoria laughed as she stroked her belly.

With a few more adjustments, Ethan finally had the picture up on the wall. He wasn’t so sure about a black and white picture of a giraffe but he started to come round to the idea and for where it went on the wall, it actually went well with the decor.

“It’ll be just like their dad is watching them.” Victoria smirked.

“You’re never going to let that one go.” Ethan laughed as he pulled his wife into his arms.

“Never. And I’ll teach our children about it too. And about how their father is the most kind and thoughtful person I have ever met. And that they are so lucky to have a dad like you.”

Ethan pulled Victoria in for a lingering kiss and then bent down and pressed two kisses to Victoria’s belly.

It wouldn’t be long until they had their twins in their lives and they couldn’t wait for the excitement they would bring.

“Are you ready to see your new rooms?” Victoria looked down at Luke and Lily.

“Are all my toys in there?” Luke asked.

“Well if you come with me and Lily goes with Mommy we’ll find out.” Ethan laughed as he led Luke to his new room.

“Ready Lil?” Victoria looked down at her daughter.

“Yeah! I hope it’s pink!” Lily giggled.

“Close your eyes and no peeking!” Victoria said.

Lily covered her eyes with her hands letting out a little laugh as Victoria led her into her new room.

“Can I open them?”

“You can!”

Lily opened her eyes and gasped at the look of her new room. One wall had been painted pink, the other white and there were pictures of unicorns on the wall as well as a family picture. Her bed was right near the window where it overlooked the garden and she had a desk in the corner of the room while her toys were in another.

“It’s pink! And my toys are here!” Lily grinned as she picked up her large teddy.

“Do you like it?” Victoria smiled.

“I love it! Thank you Mommy.” Lily smiled as she wrapped her arms around Victoria’s legs.

“Lily! My room is blue! Is yours pink like you wanted!” Luke ran into the room.

“Yes! And I got unicorns! Did you get dinosaurs?” Lily asked.

“Yes!”

“So I’m guessing you like them then?” Ethan laughed.

“Yes! Thank you so much!” Luke said.

“Now you’ve got to promise us that you’ll keep them tidy.” Victoria said with a stern voice.

“And that means putting all your toys away when you’re not playing with them.” Ethan raised an eyebrow.

Luke and Lily looked at each other. “Is he talking about the Lego piece?”

“Yes. I do not want a repeat of that.” Ethan replied.

Victoria crouched down to the twins’ height. “Your Dad is right. Even if it was a bit funny.” Victoria winked.

The twins giggled as they reached for some toys out of the new toy baskets.

“It really feels like a home now.” Ethan smiled.

“It does. We’ve come a long way but it was all worth it.” Victoria said.

The Ramsey family were loving life. Their home was perfect and they couldn’t wait for what would come next.

Stepping on Lego is not the one lol

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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Pen Pals

a/n: you guys know how Andrew Garfield’s parents are British but he was born in L.A. but he still has a British accent that’s not extremely British with a little bit of an American twinge? that’s what the reader sounds like. also, i go by the grades of everyone in the books so Cho and the reader are a year older than the golden trio and a year younger than the twins.

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

Fred Weasley x Black!fem!reader (Ravenclaw)

warning(s): british slander bc im a raging american (RED WHITE AND BLUE MF THESE COLORS DON’T RUN BITCH lmfao please believe me when i say im joking), cursing, mention of drugs and alcohol use, tooth rotting fluff

word count: 3.3k

“Are you writing to that British boy again?” I hear from over my shoulder.

“Yes, and have you heard of personal space?” We erupt in giggles as I push her away.

I close my notebook and move from my desk to my bed. The foot of my mattress is barricaded with boxes. I look around and see my childhood home become empty and filled with boxes and buckets. The walls that were once painted with polaroids of my friends and family from over the years is now back to its basic color of brown that was painted when I was born. My desk is no longer covered with knick-knacks and clutter. The room is just empty. I’m happy that my mom got promoted so my dad gets to go back to his hometown, but it’s going to be hard leaving a place I’ve spent ¾ of my life in.

My mom is a Magizoologist. She came to the United States 20 years ago for a business trip. My dad is a Dragonologist. Their paths crossed when she came to help take a look at a sick Dragon. He showed him how their sanction work and over time I guess they became close because 3 years later I was born.

We used to go back and forth between Illinois and England for about 4 and ½ years before mom decided to just move here. I guess the distance was just a little too much for them, so she decided to move here and now we’re moving back.

I lay down on the bed and stare at the ceiling. It’s scattered with glow in the dark stars that I begged for when I was 7 and ten years later, here they still stick. I’ve been asking dad for four years to take them down. He always said he’d get around to it.

The air feels dry, and my throat is scratchy. I’m trying my best to hold my tears at bay. I love England. It’s a second home to me. Whenever I’m out for summer break I go to my grandparents’ house in Norwich. This is different though. I’m going to be living there now. The British accent I had when I was younger has faded overtime to an American-British hybrid. I’ll surely be made fun of for it.

Maya lays down next to me. We’ve been best friends since the 3rd grade. Just the two of us against the world. Now I have to go through the rest of university without her.

“Maybe it won’t be bad. The worst part is going to be eating their food.” Her jab pulls a smile to the corner of my lips.

“I’ve heard the food at Hogwarts is actually pretty good.”

“Not possibly better than Ilvermony.”

“Never!” I dramatize the word with a gasp. Really selling it as if saying Hogwarts food is better than Ilvermony is a federal offense.

The dust settles and a silence washes over us. It’s a comfortable silence. Soaking in our last moments together. I know it’s not forever. I get to come back here on holiday, and she can use the floo network to visit me, but it won’t be the same. This is the person who has a key to my house because she’s considered family. The same person who that brings me an extra banana nut muffin every day before school just because she knows it’ll bring a smile to my face. I won’t get that anymore.

“What time are you guys leaving tomorrow?” Her head turns towards me, but I keep my eyes trained on the popcorn ceiling in fear that the tears I’ve been holding back will give me away.

“Early. I think 6. We’re meeting the realtor with the keys at 7, so we need to make sure that all of our stuff gets transported this in one fell swoop since we’re apperating there and apparently mom came up with a spell to have our stuff apperate to the new house.”

“Hm. Have you told British boy that you’re got accepted into Hogwarts?”

“Fred doesn’t even know what I look like. Let alone that I got accepted to the same school as him.”

“HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE?” I slap my hand over her mouth and shush her.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up. My parents are right down the hall and don’t know I have a pen pal. They said it was dangerous because people pretend to be someone they’re not, but what the hell?”

She pushes my hand off of her mouth and sits up. Her back meets my headboard and she straight ahead at the door.

“Do you know what he looks like?”

I nod my head yes before rolling off of the bed. I feel to the last page of my journal and find and find a polaroid of him and his brother George from when they went to something called The Quidditch World Cup. I do a quick look over before making my way back to the bed and offering my hand to Maya. She looks at the picture and you can almost see her eyes bulging out of their sockets.

“He has a twin brother?”

“No it’s just someone he met at school.” I resist the temptation to roll my eyes at her comment, but the attitude goes completely over her head.

“Is he single?”

“Maya!” I exclaim with my jaw dropped. “What? You can have a twin and I can’t?”

“Oh hush. You said yourself that you don’t even date white boys.”

“That was before I saw this one. Besides, he’s a ginger so he’s exempt from that statement.”

“I’m really going to miss you Maya.” We make eye contact for the first time in a while and her eyes soften.

“I’m gonna miss you too Angel.”

She looks down at her watch and tells me that it’s fifteen minutes to ten meaning it’s almost curfew. We share one last tearful goodbye as she walks out of my bedroom door for the last time.

. . .

Sure enough, at 5:45 my dad woke me up and told me it was time to get ready to leave. I had taken one last look around my room and made my way downstairs to meet my mother so we could all leave. Right as the clock struck 6, my parents let me grab the powder and be the first to see our new home.

I stood in the foyer and tried to convince myself that it isn’t the best house I’ve ever seen. It’s got a cottage core vibe going on, on the outside. It’s cozy, but big enough for all of us. I wanted so badly not to like it. We went to the backyard and there’s a small river filled with a family of ducks. To the right there’s something that looks like a shack, but bigger. My parents then explained to me it’s my own apartment. That’s when the smile broke across my face. I was finally getting my own space.

The house tour didn’t last long due to the tight schedule we are on. I ended up just waving my wand and letting the magic unpack my stuff as we were right back in the fireplace. Why? Because tomorrow is the first day of school and I have not done any school shopping. The stuff on the list differs a little bit from the shopping list we had for Ilvermony so dad thought it best to wait until we got here. We had to go to Diagon Alley anyway for everyone to open up a bank account.

Now, I’m standing in Madam Malkin’s getting measured for everything. Once I’ve been basically poked and prodded all over my body with clothes pins, I stare out the window and watch everything and everyone pass by. As if someone had played a slow potion button, I see a whole family of red heads walk down the cobblestone and sure enough one of them is Fred. I snap my head down and try to cover my face with my hair. I don’t know why I did that. Once again, he has no idea what I look like.

“All done. You can step down now.” I look over to Madam Malkin and grab my uniform and robe out of her hands. I thank her and rush out the door. Thankfully my parents are done with their list too so we decide to go home.

. . .

The next 18 hours go by quick. I didn’t get a chance to really enjoy my apartment or decorate it due to packing up my trunk since we once again left early in the morning for transportation.

The train ride was painfully boring. No one told me how long it is from England to Scotland. I sat with some mundane people whose names I don’t remember. They were also half asleep and exchanged pleasantries only out of politeness. We bought some stuff off of the trolley and then went back to our own worlds.

At one point it became a little suffocating and I needed to pee so I got up and started walking through the cars when I heard a “Have you heard from her yet, Fred,”. I had stopped before becoming visible to their compartment. He told them no and that he was a little worried. That’s when I remembered that Maya distracted me so I never got to finish the letter.

At the moment, I’m standing at the front of the line of 1st years because I’m new as well but I’m older so I get to get sorted first. My hood is up and I’m looking at the ground, suddenly interested in my shoes. Professor McGonagall informs everyone that I’m a new student from the American wizarding school and I feel my face heat up, knowing the amount of comments I’m about to get from everyone.

She calls my name and I carefully walk up the stairs. At this point my hood is still up so no one has gotten a clear view of my face. I want to do a big reveal of sorts. I sit down and let the hood slide from off of my head. There’s gasps from all across the hall. Some whistles from a few guys. Whispers from a few girls. A handful of people conveyed nonchalant expressions which I greatly appreciate over being fawned over. My eyes gravitate toward the Gryffindor table and I catch Fred already looking at me. His friends are nudging him with an elbow while also looking at me. I guess that answers the question of if he told his friends about me or not. I can’t decipher how he feels, but the adoration on his face calms my nerves enough.

I break our eye contact to look back down at the floor as not to fall off of the stool. I make haste to the Ravenclaw table. I greet everybody and they instantly start asking questions. I laugh as I can’t understand them all at once, but it’s funny hearing them squabble like seagulls. A hand is placed over mine and I look in the direction of where it came from. A beautiful Asian girl gives me a small smile.

“Hi y/n, my name is Cho.” I return the smile and tell her that it’s nice to meet her. A silence washes over the table. I become befuddled and look around to distinguish if I did or said something wrong.

“I thought you were American?” Someone says from the other side of the table. I don’t catch sight of who said it, but respond, nonetheless.

“I am. Well, I’m half. My mom is American and my dad is British. I was born in Manchester but was raised in America.”

An understanding nod is shared amongst the table in hearing vicinity and the conversation ceases as someone else is sorted into Ravenclaw.

. .

After dinner the prefects give the first years a quick tour of the castle and show them to their houses. Cho snuck me with the other 5th years. I’m thankful as I far from want to be touring the castle with a bunch of children. Besides, I have a map of the school and I’ve created a spell that can bewitch the map to help me find my classes.

We make our way up the many staircases and are faced with a large door with an Eagle head as the knocker.

“The only way to enter the common room is by answering a riddle. If you get it wrong, then you have to stand here until someone else comes and says the correct answer or until someone from the inside opens the door.” She says to me. I nod my head in understanding.

“Wanna try it?” Another Ravenclaw asks me. A male. I believe his name is Talbott. I nod my head again and step closer to the door.

“When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. What am I?” The voice bellows as the Eagle moves its beak. It shakes my core a little bit.

I look around at the other Ravenclaws. Some with quizzical brows. Some with a knowing look. Others just looking and awaiting my answer. The answer would have caught me up if it weren’t for the last clue; “When old, I am more valued than ever.”

“Wine.” There’s a click sound as if unlocking a lock, and the door slowly opens. Smalls cheers are shared as we walk in.

I’m stuck at the entrance of the threshold inside by the sight in front of me. It’s probably the most gorgeous room I’ve ever seen. The ceiling is coved and gives the illusion of a clear night sky. Stars litter the ceiling and give off the effect of actual twinkling. A blue velvet couch sits in front of a fire, with matching chairs on either side. What really catches my attention is the enormous statue of Rowena Ravenclaw in front of a bookcase. We never had anything like this at Ilvermony. Our emblem was a serpent and we would just have those displayed in various parts of the common room. I watch as everyone goes to various parts of the room while some go behind the bookcase. Cho grabs my hand and also brings me behind the staircase. She shows me that behind this staircase is where the dorms and bathrooms are. I follow her up the staircase and to a dorm. The rooms inferior to the common room but not any less gorgeous. The beds align with the wall as each dorm is in the shape of a tower.

“I see you got the middle bed. Seems fitting as you’re new.” No malice in her tone, though I can see in some way it might have seemed like it.

I sit on the bed and exhale. Truly exhale. This whole journey has been happening too fast. Now that I’m sorted into a house, everything else seems easy. I went over my schedule with Cho and we have all the same classes except Defense Against The Dark Arts. I guess I’ll survive one class without her.

“Well come on lazy bones.” A different girls says to me. Anastasia I believe.

“What?” I sit back up and ask with pure curiosity.

“It’s time to get ready for the party.”

“What party?”

. .

The beginning of the year party. The party where everybody gets blacked out and regrets it in the morning since we start classes at 8 am.

I believe I heard someone earlier yell about flower. A Hufflepuff I believe. I had put on the sluttiest thing I owned and made my way down to the party with everyone else. None of us wear heels, as not to be caught by the caretaker.

The party is in full swing when we open the door the ballroom. The lights are dimmed, but the strobes of light are pungent. We barely make it to the drink table without bumping into everyone on the way. At the drink table is a tall red head with another tall read head which I can only assume is me about to be dealing with the consequences of my own actions.

“Excuse us,” Cho exclaims at the two while trying to push our way to the punch bowl. They look our way and go to move but freeze when they set their eyes on me.

“Y/n?” Fred asks/yells.

“In the flesh,” I yell back.

His smile reaches his eyes as he pulls me in a hug. My face in brought into an awkward place where it’s not quite his chest but not quite his stomach either. I wrap my arms around his middle and hug him back. He smells like cinnamon. I welcome in the scent as we hug for a few more seconds. I can only imagine what Cho is thinking right now.

We pull back at the same time and he begins to speak again. I can’t really hear him over the noise of the ballroom. I look in the direction of the entrance of the room and point to it. He nods his head and we walk towards it, hand in hand.

The door closes behind us but we still stood with our hands intwined.

“Pen pals for 4 years and you didn’t tell me you were transferring.” He exclaims while keeping his voice down.

“I wanted to surprise you.” I say sheepishly.

“Considered me surprised.” He smiled no longer reaches his cheeks but its more somber.

We hear footsteps coming from the far end of the corridor. He pulls me and we start running. I don’t know where we’re going but I trust him. A giggle threatens to out my mouth as we are going up the maze of stairs.

After what feel like forever, we make it to the floor that the Ravenclaw tower is on. I see that Gryffindor is also on this floor. In the middle of both is a spiral staircase. Great. More stairs. He leads us up to a room that looks like a classroom with multiple astronomy tools and an openness to the outside.

“Welcome to the Astronomy classroom.” I unknowingly let go of his hand as I look around in amazement. There’s a celestial sphere with all the constellations on it. A fancy telescope by the balcony. It’s quite literally the Ravenclaw common room in classroom form.

“Gods, this place is gorgeous.” I walk onto the balcony and stare up at the sky. All the stars twinkle and the moon is full.

“As are you.” I turn my body around and face him. He walks up next to me without breaking eye contact.

“Not a disappointment, am I?”

“Only a little. I expect more of an American accent.” I laugh at this before looking down at my shoes.

“You and everyone else. It’s there a little bit with certain words and phrases.”

. .

I sit on the ledge and we talk for a bit. Not much to tell considering I know almost everything about him and vice versa. We talk about school and the people here which eventually leads to the topic of dating.

“Anyone here you fancy yet?”

“You could say that.” I look into his eyes and see if he’s able to read in between the lines.

He leans in and I hear my breath hitch. My fingers grip the railing. His eyes jump to my lips and back to my eyes.

“Who is it?” We both know.

“He’s in Gryffindor. Tall red head with freckles. His brothers are also in Gryffindor.” We inch closer.

“I might know him. What’s his name?” 3 inches apart.

“Ron.” He rolls his eyes at the answer with a chuckle.

“Shut up,” and then he kissed me.

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Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 11

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: implied smut/teasing.

“So tell us, who is the real Sebastian Stan?” the writer asked, posing the question while Sebastian simply smiled at him, “we know very little about the personal life, you know, our readers want to know who the man behind the television show is.”

Sebastian chuckled and crossed one leg over the other, “well that’s on purpose Aaron. I don’t let anyone into my personal life, because it’s personal.”

“Our readers are curious,” the writer pointed out once more, “you’ve done roles in Gossip Girl, Kings, and now Once Upon a Time. You’re becoming a household name.”

“Well, I’m sure that you know by now, that I don’t really like to talk about me or my life outside of my roles, and maybe that’s why I’m becoming so popular. But, I-“

“We know that you have a twin brother who’s not in the spotlight,” the writer pointed out once more, cutting him off, “we know that your assistant is dating him, and it looks like she’s got quite an intimate relationship going on with him. Paparazzi have caught photos of the two of them when he comes to visit set or in New York City. He’s obviously growing his family. Do-“

“My assistant’s personal life is none of my business,” he shrugged, cutting the writer off without a second thought, “yes, she and my brother are having another child, but that hasn’t distracted her from her duties in making sure that my schedule is properly maintained. As you’ve pointed out, I’m becoming a household name with all of the shows that I’m in. So maybe we focus on that.”

“And there’s nothing more than-“

“My assistant’s personal life is not any of my business,” he repeated, cutting him off once more with a stern look, “look, I’ll be honest, when I decided to pursue acting, my brother and I agreed that I wouldn’t drag him into this. I know that sometimes the media likes to chase after a celebrity’s extended family when they don’t get the stories they want from the person of interest, but I really need to draw the line here. His wife happens to be experienced in-“

“Wife?”

“Sebastian…”

He frowned, knowing that he’d slipped up. He gave you a sad look and bit his lip. The writer’s gaze turned to the engagement ring that you were wearing on your finger.

“People are starting to become more suspicious…”

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?” his manager asked, “you and your fiancé are always together. After she gave birth to Jack, you two went without seeing one another for almost two months, and I haven’t seen you apart since then other than to pick up the kids from your mom. And now she’s pregnant…again. So-“

“Jennifer…” you gasped, the thought coming to your head in an instant.

Sebastian’s brow furrowed as he looked at you, “What about her?”

“She let it slip to me the other day that she’s in the closet, but that if she comes out then it might potentially damage her career…” you admitted, “I know that a lot of times celebs will get into a PR relationship if both of them are single or have been single for a while, whether it’s to promote a show, or just to get nosy writers off their backs. What if you and her pretended to be engaged? It could free questions about her life up, and allow us to keep on living the way we want to. People wouldn’t even question my life anymore or our relationship if they saw you with another woman. And if the two of you pretended to be engaged…everyone would eat that up. They don’t know much about you and Jennifer…but that-”

Sebastian’s manager put her hand on her chin, “it might work. Let me get in contact with her people and we’ll have something drawn up.”

“Look, what you should be talking about is Sebastian and his engagement,” you smiled, nudging your fiancé, “not me and my husband’s child. We’re nobodies.”

The writer lit up, “engagement?”

Sebastian gave you a practiced look and you bit back your smile even more, “Yes. He’s too private to admit it, but he’s been seeing one of his co-stars since the two of them had their screen test to check out the chemistry they would have. Needless to say, they are a perfect match. On and off screen. Bastian and I were just gushing over how we can’t wait for their wedding when he flew up here last weekend.”

“A co-star?” the writer repeated, “you’re engaged? To who?”

“Jennifer Morrison,” Sebastian admitted, pretending to breath an annoyed sigh at you before turning his attention back to the writer, “the actress playing Emma.”

“But a year prior there was an interview by the writer for-“

“I know, I know…she had said that I was gay, but it was because she’d asked me out and I’d turned her down,” he chuckled, “what’s the saying. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?”

“So, the writer slandered you…and you just let it happen?” he asked curiously.

“Look, like I’ve said, I’m a very personal person,” he shrugged, “my family knows the truth, and my girlfriend knew the truth, at the time. None of the words that writer wrote really mattered. And it got a lot of people off of my back. They left my relationship alone, because they wanted to give me some space. They thought this woman had outed me.”

“So, you just went along with it.”

He shrugged, “it had nothing to do with my work, so I didn’t see how it was relevant.”

“Tell me more about your relationship with your co-star, Jennifer Morrison,” he grinned, biting into the piece of information like he was getting the story of the century, “how did the two of you end up engaged and working together?”

“Well, like my sister-in-law and assistant informed you,” he grinned, going along with it, “it was for the screen test where I was auditioning for the role of the Mad Hatter…”

“Oh my god, that worked beautifully!” You smiled at Jennifer as she wrapper her arms around you, “thank you so much (Y/N).”

“Hey, it worked for Sebastian and myself too,” you pointed out, “it frees up a lot of time for the two of us, and they’ll be looking for the two of you now instead of wondering if I’m sleeping with Seb and Bastian.”

She laughed, “you don’t understand how happy my girlfriend is now that the paparazzi have stopped harassing her. She’s a kindergarten teacher. Her boss was worried that they were going to have to let her go because those photo hounds were showing up at her work and taking pictures of her with the kids.”

“Well, now they’ll be trying to get photos of you with Sebastian…”

“This guy?” she laughed, “They won’t get anything juicy I’ll tell you that much…”

“What, not your type?” you teased.

She messed with his hair and shook her head, “not in the slightest. But you know, if you ever get tired of him…”

“Hey!”

“What, I’m just telling your gorgeous, significant other that she has options, Stan.”

He pouted, “she’s my only one.”

“Aww, honey…just in case you were wondering, you’re my type though,” you smiled as you walked up to him and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, “my perfect man.”

He smiled happily, “you know…this perfect man was thinking…about his dream woman…”

“Okay guys,” Jennifer laughed, “saved the PG 13 stuff for when I leave.”

“Oh, it’s going straight past PG 13,” Sebastian teased as he swept you up into his arms, “my mom flew up and she’s watching the kids for a few days. It’s about to go from G to X really quick.”

“I want to be like you two when I grow up and get married!” she laughed, shaking her head as she waved the two of you off.

Sebastian braced his forehead against yours and you sighed happily, looking into his pale blue eyes, “I love you, Sebastian Stan.”

“And I love you Mrs. almost (Y/N) Stan…” he growled huskily.

You bit your lip and looked over his shoulder to make sure that Jen had truly left the apartment that you and he had rented while he was shooting, “so, Mr. Stan…it appears that we have the whole place to ourselves…”

“Mmmm, that we do…”

“What do you suggest we do with all this free time?”

“Well, if you weren’t already pregnant, I’d say give me a shot at making baby number four,” he smirked, “but since you are…I guess we could start getting some early practice in for baby number five.”

You squealed as he put you down and playfully grabbed your ass.

“Sebastian Stan.”

“Can you blame me?” he smirked, “I’m the luckiest man in the world…living out all my fantasies with my dream girl…”

“Speaking of fantasies…” you teased, biting your bottom lip, “you know how you got a new costume the other day for the scenes you’re shooting next week.

“Yeah…”

“Well, one of the girls in costuming made me something…something that I think the Mad Hatter would like very much.” You giggled, sauntering towards the bedroom, “that is…if he can catch me.”

You giggled as you turned, running towards the bedroom, behind you your fiancé’s footsteps echoed.

Chapter 12

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justarandomsloth · 2 years

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FAKE FIC TITLE IVE GOTCHU

Waterfalls of Sorrows

In between Living and Lies

In Paintings so divine

To be the Glory and thine Power

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In Between Living and Lies

—Phil, Wilbur, and Techno are heroes (or villains I can’t decide) that work for their own private organization. Recently they’ve been developing a new technology that can infuse with liquid to give the user special abilities (potions).

Wilbur gets his hands on a shrinking potion and decides to test it out. He is AMAZED at just how big everything is and takes the opportunity to explore. After a bit he finds a small hole in the baseboard and he decides to explore the walls and try to find out what’s been making scratching noises for the past few weeks.

He doesn’t worry about rats because he’s confident in his powers but what he doesn’t expect to find is a trio of tiny teens.

—At first things are hostile as Wilbur is suspicious and honestly, a little freaked out by the tiny people living in his walls. He quickly warms up to them however as he gets to know them. Now in his free time he steals potions and visits the teens whenever he can.

—It all goes well for about a month until the Sbi’s shared house gets attacked. They were all preparing to attack their rivals when Wilbur suddenly remembered the teens and ran back into the house (despite the shouts from Techno and Phil)

He hates it but he has to use his powers to lure the borrowers out because he just doesn’t have time.

He hopes they will understand.

—

In Paintings So Divine

—Tommy’s hobby is painting and honestly, he’s gotten pretty good at using dollar store paints. Sure they absolutely SUCK and only come in a few colors but he’s learned to use them artfully.

One night he decided to work on something abstract so he drew a HUGE forest with a small man standing in the middle of it.

The teen was almost done but he had used up all of his yellow and blue on the man’s clothes. Begrudgingly he ran to the dollar store to pick up more paints.

—Wilbur didn’t know how he got here, or where he came from. All he knew is that he liked to play guitar and his name was Wilbur. He remembered having a brother and a father and he remembered the special bond the three of them shared. Speaking of Phil and Techno, where were they?!! He jumped off of the easel and began to pace around on the table below.

—Tommy comes back only to find that the man from his painting is missing and instead he seems to be pacing around on the table in front of him?! Also he’s only a few inches tall!?!! WHAT THE HELL!?

—

To Be the Glory and Thine Power

—Tommy doesn’t want to live this life anymore. He is a sizeshifter that had been captured at a young age by the tyrant Dream and he’s tired.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been used as the secret weapon of the king but he doesn’t want to be that way anymore.

Maybe that’s why one day when the castle is under siege he takes his opportunity and he runs. Along the way he meets Phil and the others. What he doesn’t know is that Phil is the opposing king of the neighboring country.

-He follows them back and starts to adjust to his new life. Tommy tries his best to hide his powers but one day he has no choice but to shift large to protect them.

Little does the teen know that instead of being terrified of him they are empathetic and truly care about him.

—Cue comfort as they try to make him realize that he IS more then what Dream trained him to be and that he’s like part of the family.

—

I hope these are good and that you like them!! Hopefully they’re not too similar! (sorry if these are weird, I wanted to experiment and have fun with them!)

(Also yes I hope you don’t mind but I took inspiration from your au for my last fake fic because it’s so good and I love your writing so much!!)

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The Perfect Girl - Chapter 8 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

Author’s Note: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

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"A lot of students got expelled and lost their rights to admit to another school. Some people got a lighter punishment which is they'd be repeating this year and they wouldn't graduate. Sir Dainsleif changed his mind about the punishment when he visited Y/N the other day… but don't tell the other students about this! I only learned it from Yanfei" Albedo stated before biting into the sandwich the servants of the Kamisato Family offered while he was sitting on the couch inside the guest room together with Diluc, Childe, and Lumine, Ayaka, and Ayato.

"What's with you three? You're oddly quiet." Ayaka said while pointing at Diluc, Childe, and Lumine.

"Oh it's nothing, we probably miss Y/N. She's probably here if it weren't for a certain someone!" Lumine glared at Ayato.

"I'm pretty sure he threw off Y/N because he saw Miko. You saw how sad she was when you protected Y/N. Am I wrong Ayato?" Albedo said since it's obvious that he didn't want to hurt you.

"Yes." Ayato calmly said.

"Haha, yeah, Guuji Yae" Childe finally spoke ever since he entered the house to see Ayato after he got suspended two weeks ago.

"Guuji Yae, I… I don't want to see her… anymore." Diluc said the two best friends have been acting oddly, especially when they remember what they saw that night. Well, the three of them agreed not to speak of it.

"I mean, she started this after all and like our dear friend here added fuel to the flame. Though, Ragnvindr. I am curious why you don't want to see Ms. Yae anymore" Albedo gave a confused look to Diluc. The atmosphere of the living room is really tense.

"Oh, we probably have the same reason as you." Diluc and Childe said in unison.

"We?" Ayato put down his cup of tea and crossed his arms and legs.

"Don't worry bro; it's not a big deal, but you know what if; you should always have your eyes on her?" Childe assured him. Ayato thought Childe was teasing him but little does he know that Childe was giving hints about her affair.

"H-how's Y/N?" Ayato suddenly changed the topic, he does not want to talk about Miko right now.

"Oh thank you archons, you finally asked. She's being monitored right now in the ICU. Maybe it's best if you don't see her right now or anymore." Lumine claimed she's still angry about what Ayato did to you.

"Oh come on Lumine. Ayato doesn't want it to happen too" Childe gave Lumine a different look because they all settled that Ayato isn't the person to blame for what happened to you.

"The doctors said they still don't know when she is waking up or if she's still going to wake up. B-but, Y/N is a strong girl! I doubt she'll give up just like that." Albedo said as he tried to convince the group that everything was going to be alright.

"You aren't helping by saying there's a chance she's not going to wake up anymore!" Ayaka harshly replied to Albedo.

"I'm just stating the facts Miss Kamisato" Albedo sighed, he decided to stay quiet since he doesn't want to be scolded again.

"Ayaka, I hope you wouldn't mind. It has come to my attention that during Miko's party you said something that you're suspecting your boyfriend is cheating on you. Are you alright? We're here if you need people to talk with." Lumine stood up and patted her back to comfort her.

"Well…" Ayaka looked away, she doesn't want them to think that she was being paranoid or an overthinker.

"You don't have to tell them if you don't feel comfortable," Ayato said.

"N-no! It's alright… It's just Aether has been distant towards me; he said he's always busy but whenever there's a chance I want to call him it said that this person was… was in another call. When Y/N was set up by Donna, I remember that… he wasn't able to pick me up in school because he was with his sibling doing family matters— a-and then!" Ayaka looks like she doesn't want to relive those memories because it's coming back to her that Aether was lying but she puts on a mask that none of it was true.

"Ayaka… I'm not with him during the Donna incident. I'm not hiding anything from you since you can go ask Ms. Ei about it because I was with her the whole time I was the one who made sure Donna received the punishment she deserves. However, when I got outside, I saw his car. It was a different car, it's not the car that he uses whenever he goes to school. It's like a solid 10 to 20 minutes before he takes off. I-I'm sorry, I wished that I was with him too. I don't want you to think more about this; it's hurting you." Lumine shakingly said, she realized that her brother had been cheating on her a long time ago, it wasn't recent. Diluc and Childe caught on with her realization.

"How about you Ayato? What if, let's say you and Miko are together now, what would you do if you find yourself in the same position as your sister." Diluc asked.

"Of course, I'll find some evidence that proves my suspicion before I ask her since finding some things first for yourself gives you some assurance right? It's hard to look for something in the dark and you don't have any light. Besides, I doubt Miko would do anything to hurt me, she's my promised wife." Ayato chuckled as he daydreams about Guuji Yae seeing her walking towards the altar before they get married.

"Lord Ayato, the lady of the Yae Family has arrived together with the sibling of Lady Lumine," Koharu said behind the door, this made Diluc choke on his drink while he was making an excuse about how the flavor got a little weird when combining it with certain food.

"Hey, babygirl" Aether ran towards Ayaka and hugged her, his eyes wandered to see the people around.

"What brings you here Lumine?" Aether softly said.

"Well Diluc and Childe wanted to visit Ayato, so I decided to come with them." She said not even taking a second to look at her brother.

"Why is Miss Yae here? I don't think Ayato asked her to come here—" Ayaka said but she was stopped by Aether.

"I saw Miss Yae outside the shop on the way here so I picked her up. I mean, it's a win-win right, Ayato would want her too to be here" He said while brushing Ayaka's hair with his fingers.

"Lumine, Lumine, I have a joke for you. I don't think following these two handsome boys would make them want you, I'm surprised Diluc still befriended you even after what happened between you and Jean three years ago." Miko was the only one who laughed while the rest remained silent.

"Come on guys, she was just joking." Aether laughed a little.

"It's a bad joke," Ayaka said and faked her laugh.

"Jokes aside, you two looked like someone already caught your eyes~ would you mind telling us who are these lucky girls that captured the heart of Diluc Ragnvindr and Tartaglia?" Miko said before she sat beside Ayato while he wrapped his arm around her to keep her close.

The redhead and ginger looked away suddenly with embarrassment when they thought of your smile, sweetness, and kindness. Childe gave Diluc a face whereas how Miko is like a bomb waiting to explode in the room and he agreed to it.

"Is it Lumine?" Miko smirked.

"W-what?"

"Miko, stop asking if it's Lumine."

"No," Diluc answered, which made Miko laugh because her goal was to make fun of her in the beginning. After all, Lumine is your best friend. When you go down, she should too.

Lumine recalled the hurtful events of how Jean betrayed her and how Diluc wasn't able to reciprocate her feelings from 3 years ago.

—

"I like you Diluc." Ninth-grade Lumine handed over a box of sparkling wine grape macarons to him.

"You gotta be joking? I mean, platonically right?" Diluc laughed while opening the box of cookies and ate one.

"N-no! I like you romantically…" Lumine looked away.

"I'm sorry, Lumine but I can't return those feelings." When Diluc said those words it was like she was in the middle of heaven and earth clashing. She can't do anything but accept but she's angry about the mixed signals that Diluc was giving her. There are days that he was flirty with him as if some people thought that they were together but they weren't.

She wanted to ask Diluc about his mixed signals but it took her a couple of months to move on from him until she forgot about how she needed to know about his mixed signals.

Those were the same months that she felt betrayed because Jean and Diluc met because of her, little did she know that those two were having their own little thing but Diluc didn't want to hurt Lumine's feelings that's why he hid from her that he likes her best friend during that time.

The moment Lumine found out that her best friend and her crush's secret. Jean suddenly turned bitter toward her, telling her how she wasn't enough and why Diluc didn't choose her.

Diluc parted ways with Lumine during that year, she became a loner with no friends and was getting bullied by Jean the same way you were getting bullied but it didn't get to the point where she was hurt physically just like how you were put into a coma because Diluc ordered his friends that no one should be involved with their dysfunctional friendship.

Not for long, 6 months later. Diluc found out that Jean was cheating on him with another student from another school. At first, he didn't want to believe it but it became more believable as time went by, and decided to break it off by ghosting Jean, no closures were done. That was the reason why Jean doesn't like Lumine because she thinks that Lumine might have done something that changed Diluc but none of that was true since she didn't want to admit her mistakes.

Diluc apologized to Lumine about Jean's action with her but it wasn't the same anymore even if right now they're close.

—

"I'll be straightforward to you Miss Yae. This girl I like is nowhere near your friend and she is 101% better than anyone you could think of… even yourself" Diluc said with an indifferent glare but Lumine and Ayato were more curious about who this girl is.

"Whatever Ragnvindr~" She crossed her arms and faked a laugh.

"I'll head to my room." Ayato stood up and went upstairs.

"I'll prepare more snacks!" Ayaka followed her brother outside the room. The rest went to their own business, Childe and Diluc went playing basketball in the court of the Kamisato residence while Albedo admired the paintings and antique figures around their house while Lumine doesn't know where would she go if she was going to watch Diluc and Childe play or help Ayaka with her cooking.

"I guess it's just the two of us left here…" Miko shyly said to Aether.

"Yeah… you shouldn't have said that to Lumine. You're hurting my sister." Aether said to her that changed her mood from shy to annoyed.

"I don't like her after what happened. Sorry Aether" Miko rolled her eyes and sighed.

"You're cute whenever you do that" Aether leaned to her ear and whispered it making Miko giggle a little bit.

"Oh stop it~" Miko covered her mouth with her hand so she wouldn't make a loud noise.

The two were entirely unaware of how Kamisato Ayato was hiding behind the door but Aether's voice was too low for Ayato to overhear the last part he said.

(Since when did they become so close to each other?) Ayato thought to himself, he was sure that Miko's birthday and the Movie day weren't enough for them to become that close.

(Not unless… They have been meeting each other in secret. Aether belongs to the other building and you wouldn't be able to meet the students at the other until dismissal time. But Miko has always been with Sara, sometimes with Jean or Eula.) He added to his thoughts, he shook his head that maybe he was just overthinking things and walked upstairs, or maybe… he did not. He made sure no one would be able to see him… go out of the house.

—

You remain unconscious in the ICU. These days all you know is that you were in a dream. You may have heard a familiar voice talking about Childe but it was distorted, you couldn't identify what Childe did or something.

One thing is for sure, the dreams you were having were about the man who caused all of the pain you're feeling, Kamisato Ayato.

You do not remember these dreams happening to you but your heart has been feeling warm whenever you see yourself playing house with him or you attempting to taste his terrible attempts at cooking.

"Your face says it all my lady! You don't like it!" Ayato said after you ate the Katsu Sandwich he made but it looked suspicious.

"I-It's good- A-Ayato!" You slowly smiled because the sandwich was terrible but you don't want him to feel bad about himself.

"B-brother… you're going to make Y/N have tummy aches again!" A small Ayaka appeared at the kitchen door, she was only peeking to be specific.

"N-no I'm not! I would never hurt my lady!" He said to his little sister.

From afar in the kitchen is a jealous Guuji Yae who was getting scolded by some of the maids for not doing her job properly while taking care of the household.

If all these memories were taken away from you, then these are all true. You wondered why it hasn't come back to you for a very long time but now you understand why Guuji Yae hates you a lot because she wanted to feel like a child. You knew it all that she wanted Ayato for a very long time but Ayato doesn't want her even a little. He doesn't even look at her back then.

(What happened throughout the years? Why did it feel like Ayato was forcibly erased from my life and it was the same to him.)

"Lady Y/N, the heir of the Kamisato Family has come to visit you," One of the maids said on the other side of the door in your bedroom.

"My lady!!!!!" Ayato happily runs upstairs to your room. He brought a bunch of things in his bag.

"Young master, please mind your steps." One of his servants said.

"They'll become a cute couple~," The servant said to himself.

"Ayato, you have a bandaid on your leg. What happened to you this time?" You said putting down the pen to your table while you looked at him from top to bottom.

"O-oh! I picked these flowers… I remembered my lady loves flowers so I went outside earlier! B-but I tripped and hurt myself" He embarrassingly looked away while handing you the flowers. You wholeheartedly accepted it and placed it in the nearest vase on your table.

"How about you, my lady? What are you writing?" He said trying to peek from your notebook

You tried to hide it from him but his hands were stronger than you.

"Things I like about Ayato:" He said, your face turned red already before he could even read it.

He was quietly reading the things you wrote about him.

Things I like about Ayato:

He is funny

His cooking is terrible but I low every bit of effort he shows me

He likes flowers

He loves playing house with me and pretending that he was my husband

He loves sending me gifts

He is cute

He likes me

"S-Stop!" You snatched the paper from him.

"You like me because I like you?" He said and turned his face to you. All you could see was his lilac eyes shining brightly starting directly to your soul. Your heart was beating so fast because your face is close to each other as if he is about to kiss you.

"Y-yes! I… I like you! Is that a big deal?!" You didn't move a thing, the two of you are still very close to each other.

"Y-Y/N likes me…" He moved away and said it over and over again which made you laugh because he can't believe that the feeling was reciprocal.

—

Ayato managed to escape his home and drove to the hospital. He wasn't drunk, it was truly Ayato visiting you. He asked for permission to visit you in the ICU whereas the nurse assisted him to wear his protective gown before entering.

He slowly marched to your body lying peacefully in bed. Tears were starting to form in his eyes seeing what he has done to you.

He sat beside your bed and held your hand while he admired your face, you looked like you were having a good dream. He never had the chance to conclude that you were beautiful, he thought to himself that your future husband would be lucky to have someone like you. He smiled before he began to speak.

You were happily seeing these memories until everything turned black again but this time you heard someone's voice. It was a different person this time however, this voice is something you won't forget.

"Y/N I'm so sorry," Ayato said, putting his lips to your hand and clenching it with his.

"I don't even know if you would hear me."

"I'm sorry for throwing you to the floor"

"I'm sorry for cutting your hair short."

"I'm sorry Y/N!" He cried out.

He went apologizing for the things he did to you even if you're not answering him back until he rested his head next to your hand. While he was asleep, you weren't aware that your right hand strongly held against his but it wasn't enough to wake him up.

—

In the Kamisato Residence everyone was wondering where Ayato ran off.

"He wasn't with us playing"

"He wasn't outside in the garden"

"He wasn't in the balcony"

"He wasn't in the kitchen"

"I thought you grounded him?"

"I did but how did the guards not notice him leaving? His car wasn't even here."

"That's it, We'll find him."

"I can't contact him either"

"Me too"

"Brother, where did you go?"

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empressofthesunwriter · 2 years

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Making Waves

You are a young mermaid, not ready for your adult responsibility when you find a secret underwater tunnel that leads to a secret cove. You couldn’t imagine how your life was going to change because of it. HiccupXMermaid!Reader

Chapter 7: We can change the world

You hate to leave Toothless all alone in the cove.

You hated more that you couldn’t go with Hiccup to his village and watch how he shows his people the truth about dragons.

But you needed to do it.

It was high time.

So after weeks away, you returned to the underwater place your coven used as a home. You lived around a sunken old ship, in the underwater grottos.

You hoped you could return to your home to your parents without a fuss, but of course, your neighbors and friends saw you and swarmed you.

Your best friend hugged you tight and screamed for a solid minute about how you could vanish for weeks without a word!

You let them get it out, that’s when they got your scent and stared with big eyes at you.

When merpeople mated they had a special scent then on them.

You read in their face the question of who the hell you mated with.

That’s when your parents arrived and you gladly let them hug you till you couldn’t breathe anymore.

Your parents asked the same questions, mostly your mother, why did you leave without a word, where have you been, till they smelled you too.

Your father took both your mother and you by your hands and swam up to your home.

This was a family matter.

Your neighbor and friends could wait.

After you made yourself comfortable in your home you told them anything. When you finished your tale, your parent’s chins were on the floor.

“You found a life mate.”, your father said in shock.

“A human!”, your mother shrieked.

“A Viking no less.”, reminds your father.

“A Viking who made friends with a dragon!”

“A Viking who made friends with a dragon and is the next leader of his people!”

“Mom, dad, can you keep it down!”, you begged them.

You bet the whole neighborhood heard it.

“Sorry, my little dolphin, but this doesn’t happen often that our people mate with humans.”, tells your mom this and holds the hand of your father.

…Wait what?

“It happened before?”, you shriek now shocked.

You never heard that a mermaid or merman mated with a human before. You thought you would get in trouble because you mated out of your species, yet your parents were mostly calm.

“Ah yes, the last one was Marina. She was a childhood friend of mine.”, told your father this. “It was before the coven moved to these waters, she lives in a place called Italy now with her human mate and children.”

You just blink.

Huh.

“So you are not angry?”, you asked to be sure.

“Of course not, seastar. Sure if you mated with a merperson then you could stay here, but you can visit us.”

“And we will come visiting you and your mate and our grandchildren too.”, says your mother smiling and looking excitedly at your stomach. “Do you think you are already with child?”

You blushed and put your hands on your stomach.

“We only mated once…”

“Oh my little dolphin, your papa and I needed only two shots before I was pregnant with you!”

“MOM!”

“WOMAN, DON’T SAY SUCH THINGS OUT LOUD, THAT’S STILL OUR CHILD!”

Your mother just giggled at your horrific face.

Oh by the seven seas, you would not think about your parents doing that.

You shiver all over.

Nope! You have amnesia now!

In the end, you made your way back to the secret cove happy and glad.

Sure after talking with your parents, you had needed to tell the Elders of your coven about your mate and that you would now live mostly on land, but they took it pretty well.

Like your parents told you, you weren’t the first to mate with a human, so the Elders had experience with such a case.

They asked you only to follow a few guidelines.

Don’t tell anyone where the coven lives and only tell you are a mermaid if it’s really important and you trust this person.

So no problem that also Astrid knows about you.

If anything goes well you needed only to tell Hiccup’s father about yourself, so you could get married in the human way too.

What you would tell the rest of the village and when your parents visit you, you had no idea, you and Hiccup would take care of it when it was time, you decide.

Anyway, you arrived at the secret cove and called Toothless: “Toothless, sweetheart, I’m back!”

Strangely no Toothless came bouncing up to you.

Frowning you got on land and searched the entire cove.

The dragon wasn’t here.

Did Hiccup come earlier to the cove and took Toothless for a flight? Does this mean his plan worked?

You decide to get dressed, then you would check again for some clues.

You couldn’t put your finger on it, something just was weird.

It was like in the air.

You found a clue that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

A part of the high stones of the cove was filled with claw prints. Something, Toothless, who tried desperately to get out of the cove and succeeded.

“Oh no.”, you said. You started to run out of the cove. “Oh no!”

You didn’t care if Vikings spotted you as you raced to the forest following Toothless tracks.

Something terrible happened, your feeling was right.

That’s when you saw a familiar figure racing towards you.

“Hiccup!”, you yelled happily.

“[Y/N]!”

You both meet each other in a tight embrace.

“Are you okay? Are you fine? Where is Toothless?”, you fired one question after another checking your mate for injuries.

“I’m fine, but, oh pearl, all ended in a catastrophe!”

Hiccup told you how he was unable to show the village the truth about dragons. If it weren’t for Toothless your mate would have been toasted by a Monstrous Nightmare! Somehow your dragon friend had sensed that Hiccup needed him. The dragon protected him even against the villagers who wanted to harm actually the Night Furry. They capture Toothless and Hiccup told his dad the true why the dragons raided them. Just Stoick, Hiccup’s dad, didn’t listen to him how dangerous the giant ass dragon actually was and disowned his son also.

Yeah, your mate had a pretty shitty day.

After Astrid talked to him, Hiccup got an idea of how he could help his people who were sailing towards danger, but before he wanted to check on you.

He was happy that at least you were fine.

What he wasn’t so happy about was that you insist on coming with him.

“I’m going to fight the Red Death! Before a hoard of Vikings!”

“I understood you the first time, you can use my waterbending to aid you. I will waterwhip this bitch back to the hellhole it crawled out!”

“They didn’t react well at Toothless, I don’t want that they see you as a monster also when you throw water around. Also, your Elders told you to tell as few people as possible. Outing yourself to nearly the whole village goes against it!”, he argued.

“I’m pretty sure the Elders will understand that I did this to save our dragon friends from the Red Death! Please, I want to fight on your site. Together we are stronger!”, you plead and caressed his cheek.

He looked into your eyes and saw the determination.

“You would just swim after me, right.”

“Yup.”

“All right, then together!”

Your mate takes your hand and you run to the Kill Ring, not caring if someone is seeing you.

You can’t even take in the place as Hiccup makes haste to the Monstrous Nightmare's pen.

Suddenly you hear an unknown boy’s voice: “If you're planning on getting eaten, I'd definitely go with the Gronckle.”

You both turn around, you only recognize Astrid, but the other young woman and the three young men must be Hiccup’s fellow recruits from Dragon Training.

“Wow, who is the bombshell, who holds Hiccup’s hand.”, says the young man with black hair and practically salivates at you.

You frown and Hiccup gives him the evil eye.

Thankful Astrid hits his helmet and declares: “[Y/N], his girlfriend so hands off you all. She is cool, we can trust her.”

This seems to be enough to not get asked questions by Hiccup…friends? They take Astrid words without a doubt.

You smile thankful at her and she winks.

Yeah, definitely not a bimbo.

The long-haired blond young man steps forward with a scowl.

“You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon.”, he declares. “It's me.”

He gets shoved out of the way by the black-haired who called you a bombshell.

“I love this plan.”

Now he gets shoved by the other blond-haired young woman.

“You're crazy. I like that.”

You are ready to hiss at her, thankful Astrid comes up and grips her by the horns of her helmet.

“He has a girlfriend, Ruff. One who will do horrible things to you if you don’t lay off.”

“Sick!”

You can’t help but snort. These Viking young adults are a hoot.

“So? What is the plan?”, ask you two Astrid.

You and Hiccup smile at each other.

Time to make some dragon riders out of them.

Hiccup steps back from the door, drawing the Monstrous Nightmare out of its cave. It snorts, stepping into the ring, calmed by Hiccup's outstretched hand focused on him.

You see how the other Vikings are bewildered in awe. Well, okay Snotlout, you learned their names, nervously reaches for a spear laying near his foot, but Astrid stops him.

Hiccup slows to a stop in front of you all, with the Nightmare inches from his outstretched hand.

He reaches over and grabs Snotlout's trembling hand.

“Wait! What are you...”

“Relax. It's okay... it's okay.”, calms Hiccup him down.

He replaces his outstretched hand with Snotlout's, putting him in control of the massive beast. The Nightmare snorts but remains calm. Snotlout, by contrast, chuckles nervously it's at once terrifying and amazing.

The others watch, spellbound.

You smile at their faces. They look like children who saw magic for the first time.

While Hiccup searches for his friends something to hold on to the dragons, you let the other dragons out.

A Nadder, a Gronkel and a Zippelback.

Then you go over to Astrid and lead her to the Nadder. You have a feeling this two will do well with each other.

You are flying on the Nadder with Hiccup and Astrid.

The plan was that you and the gang occupied the Red Death, while Hiccup got Toothless.

As you arrive at the Dragon Nest and you can’t help but gasp.

The Red Death is already out, torched the ships of the Vikings, and now is hunting them.

Hiccup doesn’t waste time and asks the Nadder to attack the Red Death with her flames.

Kablam!

The blast explodes against the back of the Red Death's head. It turns distracted, as the Nadder punches through the flames, banking across the sky. Followed by the Monstrous Nightmare, the Zippleback, and the Gronckle.

The dragons roll in unison, revealing to the adult Vikings the recruits and you riding on their backs.

Hiccup, of course, leads and starts to give commands: “Ruff, Tuff, watch your backs! Move Fishlegs!”

The monster shakes off the blast and snaps in your wake. Hiccup directs your squadron out of harm's way. You climb out of reach and circle each other.

“Look at us, we're on a dragon!”, yells Tuffnut to the awestruck adults. “We're on dragons, all of us!”

“Up, let's move it!”, orders you Hiccup.

That’s what the dragons do, climbing past the Red Death. Your group circles over its head.

“Fishlegs, break it down.”, ask him Hiccup.

“Okay. Heavily armored skull and tail made for bashing and crushing. Steer clear of both. Small eyes, large nostrils. Relies on hearing and smell.”

“Okay. Lout, Legs, hang in its blind spot. Make some noise, keep it confused. Ruff, Tuff, find out if it has a shot limit. Make it mad.”

“That's my specialty.”, preens Ruffnut.

“Since when?”, wonders Tuffnut. “Everyone knows I'm more irritating. See.”

He follows this up by hanging upside down his Zippelback head.

“Just do what I told you.”, signs Hiccup exasperated. “I'll be back as soon as I can.”

“Don't worry, we got it covered!”, reassures Tuffnut.

“Yeah!”, adds Fishlegs.

Hiccup, you and Astrid peel away to search for Toothless. He has to be on one of the burning ships!

“There!”, Hiccup shouts and steers Nadder over the deck and hands Astrid the reins.

He lines up his jump and hops off, guarding his face against the flames. He lands on the burning deck.

You get ready to waterbend.

You make an arc-like movement, careful not to catch Toothless and Hiccup in the waves, and dose the ship with the ocean water.

At least the ship doesn’t burn anymore and this will give Hiccup enough time to free Toothless.

“Awesome pearl!”, yells Hiccup up at you.

“Mermaids for the win.”, can’t help Astrid herself to add.

You grin.

“Get Toothless, me, Astrid, and the Nadder will help the others.”

Hiccup nods and you girls fly up to the Red Death. You waterbend as much ocean water as you can after you in a long stream.

Astrid and you flie by on her Nadder, catching Snotlout in all his heroics by playing whack-a-mole with the Red Death eyes.

“Yeah! You're the Viking!”, tells him, Astrid.

Snotlout grins, finally vindicated in her eyes. In his distraction, he gets thrown, but thankful you are there and catch him in a waterstream.

Careful you take him to the ground away from the Red Death.

“Thank you, mermaid girl!”, he calls up to you.

Yeah, you had told the gang what you really were on your flight here. Better before they saw you waterbend, it would be a drag to explain later all this to the adults. Mostly to Hiccup’s father.

You nod and turn to Astrid: “Astrid, hold on tight!”

You go into another bending position.

“Hey, you ugly ass bitch how about this!”

You waterbend at the Red Death head the biggest waterwhip you have ever done. The giant dragon nearly falls to the side. You let the water return to you and attack again with the waterwhip. This time the bitch falls down.

“Awesome, [Y/N]!”, cheers Astrid.

Her cheer is short-lived since the Red Death stands up again and starts to inhale, preparing to blast.

You, her, and her Nadder get caught in the suction, pulled toward the monster's gaping mouth.

You try to waterbend, anything to help you guys, but the air circulation is too strong. You lose your grip on the water and it splashes down on the ground.

That’s when you hear the familiar whir of the...

“Night Fury! Get down!”, yells a Viking.

A massive blast jolts the Red Death's head sideways.

Astrid and you are thrown clear of its mouth and her Nadder.

You two can grip each other hands and you try with your free hand to reach for the ocean water, so you don’t end up as pancakes but you don’t have to worry since you get caught by the leg.

You look up to see Toothless.

“Sweetheart!”, you nearly cry happily.

He gives you his cute toothless smile.

Hiccup and Toothless fly over the crowd of Vikings and set Astrid and you down.

They circle back to reengage a black speck against the clouds.

“Go.”, whispers Astrid after them.

“End this.”, you add quietly too.

You feel how Astrid squeezes your hand and you squeeze back.

You stay by her as you watch Toothless and your mate fight the Red Death with anything they got.

You pray to the seven seas that both return to you.

In the end, they must have sent a plasma blast into the Red Death’s mouths since it hits the ground, head-first. It explodes in the biggest explosion you ever saw.

Dust and ashes are twirling around the Vikings, who watched with you, and your form.

You all watch in horror as Hiccup and Toothless disappear into the boiling inferno.

“HICCUP!”, your scream and want to run but Astrid holds you back, hugging you tight.

“No, [Y/N]! That’s suicide!”

“BUT I NEED TO GET TO HIM!”

“I promised Hiccup, I would keep an eye on you and I will do so!”

You try to break out from her embrace, but Astrid is much stronger then you. Defeated you wail on her shoulder, hot tears running down your cheeks.

He can’t be…

No of the two can be…!

While for you your whole world breaks done, Stoick searches for his son.

You get thrown out of your despair when you hear Stoick call that Hiccup is alive.

This time Astird lets you go and you run up with all your might to your mate.

Toothless lays on the ground tired, Hiccup is in arms of a big man, you bet his father and another Viking stand beside him.

You hear how all the Vikings and dragons cheers, yet you are only fixed on your mate’s still face. He breathed, at least that.

“HICCUP, TOOTHLESS!”, you fall on your knees between the dragon and the large Viking who held your mate.

You pet Toothless with one hand, who gives you a tiny purr and with your other you stroke Hiccup’s head.

Tears of pure joy stream down your face.

They are okay, they are okay!

You thank the seven seas for that.

Your head nearly hits Hiccup bedframe as you try to stay awake.

It’s been a week since the battle with the Red Death and your mate hasn’t woken up.

You healed him up every day, every hour.

You couldn’t bring back what he lost in the battle, but you could help him to recover faster.

Toothless is curled up beside your chair, his head on your lap, and purrs at you.

“Don’t start.”, you mumble to him. You know what he wants to say. “I will sleep when he wakes up.”

You hear the now familiar footsteps of a large Viking coming up to you and feel a big hand laying on your shoulder.

“Toothless is right, lass.”, says Stoick. “Using all your forces to heal him and not recover any will do you no good.”

You look up at this man, who a week ago didn’t even know what you were to his son, and see real concern for you.

The one you show a child.

Or a daughter-in-law, in your case.

“I know, father, but it I feel so helpless seeing him like this. I just can’t leave him.”

Yes, after you explained to Stoick anything, it was normal for you to call your father-in-law also father. Merpeople did this.

He caressed your head and shook his.

“Stubborn, just like my son. No wonder he loves you so much.”, he mussed and you turned shy. “But, lass, what do you think Hiccup would want from you?”

That was simple.

“That I go to bed and sleep.”, you sign.

Annoyed you stood up and made your way over to the door.

“I will sleep for a while at the port, then I will be back.”, you promised.

With that, you open the door.

It still filled your heart with joy to see Hiccup village transformed into a dragon sanctuary.

Everywhere were dragons and dragon riders. Humans and dragons lived in perfect harmony together.

You smiled and waved at the people who recognized you.

Saying you were pretty famous on Berk was an understatement.

You couldn’t even step out without getting crowded by the Vikings.

This time they let you go to the port faster. An old treasure chest where your clothes would be kept till you return was placed there just for you.

After undressing you dive down into the water. Not even on the ocean ground and you fall asleep before your head even hit the wet sand.

Okay, maybe you were more tired than you let on.

You sleep for a long time. The lull of the water relaxes you and makes you forget for a time all your worries.

You start to awake as you hear a ruckus on the surface.

Yawning, you stretch yourself and then swim up to see what that is about.

There is a crowd around Stoick and Hiccup house!

This can only mean…!

Faster then lighting you jump out the water, get dressed and run up the hill to the house. The crowd makes space for you.

“HICCUP!”, you shout joyfully seeing him awake at his front door, his father and Gobber beside him with the other Vikings.

His face formally brightens as the sun as he sees you running up to him. Thanks to his new protestic he doesn’t dare to run, but he can come towards you.

Hiccup spreads his arms calling your name in the sweetest voice, when you are finally, finally back in his arms.

Happy tears roll down your cheeks and your lips find each other hungrily.

Hoots, hollers, and cat-calls are heard around you, but you two couldn’t care less.

You are finally together again.

No one would separate you.

“Okay, okay, leave something for the wedding night you two.”, calls Stoick fatherly over.

That’s when you both realize that maybe you kissed a bit too much in front of the whole village.

You stop and bury your head into Hiccup’s chest, while Hiccup’s face is red as a tomato.

A sheepish laugh comes out of him.

The whole village coo at you two.

You dare to look and see first Astrid huge grin and Ruffnut thumbs up in your direction.

Yeah, the two girls gave you great company while you waited for Hiccup to wake up.

Playful you poke your tongue out of them.

That’s when Gobber walks up to you and presents Hiccup with a rebuilt saddle, rigging, and tail.

“Welcome home.”, he simply states.

Suddenly, Toothless pounces on the crowd, crushing several unsuspecting Vikings under his weight.

“Night Fury, get down!”

Toothless eyes the new tail excitedly, tongue wagging. Amidst the groans and grumbles, Hiccup and you exchange a sheepish grin.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

It doesn’t take long that you and Hiccup are back on Toothless’s back, ready to reach for the sky again. Astrid is beside you on her Nadder she named Stormfly and smiles at you two.

“You guys ready?”, ask Hiccup you and Toothless.

You hug his waist tighter and put your chin on his shoulder. You give his cheek a kiss, while Toothless snorts an excited 'yes!'.

“Let’s go, love!”

From his mount, Hiccup looks out over the changed world.

This... is Berk. It snows nine months of the year...and hails the other three.

Your trio leaps into the bright blue sky, Hiccup and Toothless together as one. Astrid follows suit, giving chase.

Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. The people that grow here are even more so.

Hiccup and you and Astrid race your dragons through the village under eaves, over rooftops, down cliff-sides, and between ship masts. You shout happily into the sky and raise a fist.

The only upsides are the pets. While other places have...ponies or parrots, we have...

The gang joins you as they take to the open sky, rocketing far above the village. The Northern sky swirls with blazing, multicolored dragons. Hiccup, you and Toothless break from the pack, spinning into the blinding sun.

Hiccup turns his face to yours and you share a passionate kiss, Toothless crooning approving.

Dragons.

And we are done with the movie!

I’m so happy!

I will write now one original chapter and after that, we will have Gift of the Night Furry :D

I can’t wait for it, what about you guys?

#how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon reader insert #httyd fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #toothless #hiccup x reader #hiccup haddok x reader #hiccup horrendous haddok III x reader #HTTYD FF: Making Waves

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thereesespiece · 1 year

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Ask thingy

I was tagged by the lovely @oasivy soooo long ago lol but here we are!

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

I love a good ole drowning, I’m kinda sad they don’t drown as easy as they used to

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Maxis Match - Alpha is nice for other people but personally I can’t get into it

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

Depends, if they are “naturally thin” then yes. Otherwise we hit the gym babes

4. Do you use move objects?

Of course! Show me someone who says they don’t and I’ll show you a liar

5. Favorite mod?

110% littlbowbub’s Grannie’s Cookbook all my sims have one in their homes!

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

Like ever? Hot Date - Sims 1, for Sims 4? Get To Work

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

However I feel like at the time I’m saying it, right now I said LIVE

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

It’s so hard to pick because they’re my virtual kids, how do I pick a favorite... Probably the entire Flores family, they have been my most inspiring family so far. Of the Flores Reina is high key my favorite she has so much story potential!

9. Have you made a simself?

I do, but she’s never being shared publicly lol

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

Perfectionist - Family Oriented - High Maintenance

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Honestly none but that new black is better than the blue black 😩😩😩😩

12. Favorite EA hair?

Probably the one they put on the new Bella Goth

13. Favorite life stage?

YA - they have the most clothes, the most things to do, but it would be elders if they had more things to do

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I like to do both!

15. Are you a CC creator?

Nahhhhhhh never that, I have no talent

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

yeah! i mean i think so? i like to imagine we’re all basically besties at this point lol

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

Controversial.... but Sims 4.. I like the cartoony style, Sims 1 she was too hard, I don’t like the graphics or 2004 style of Sims 2 and I’m not going out my way for CC or mods to play it, Sims 3, she always lagged for me

18. Do you have any sims merch?

girl no, they already get money for a halfbaked game why would I give them more to take up space in my real life?

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

I’ve considered it but nah

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

i’ve embraced the cartooniness and stopped trying to make my sims look “real”

21. What’s your Origin ID?

thereesespiece

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

littlbowbub!

23. How long have you had a simblr?

So I had one during my Sims 3 days in college someone found IRL it and clowned me for being a “loser” on Tumblr so I deleted it and didn’t come back til 2017..? 2018??? When I stopped caring about what people thought lollll

24. How do you edit your pictures?

photoshop

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

Expansion I would like to see an Ambitions style, more active careers like tattoo artist, daycare (which umm hello sims 4 team no daycare with Growing Together? cowards) firefighters etc.

Game pack... Something based on the circus/carnivals, visiting a circus, joining it, fortune telling, rides, carnival games and prizes oh my!

Stuff - lol they dont make these anymore, but Kits, large arcade games, so I can make a proper Dave & Busters type space

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

I’m not a person who blows through the gameplay features quickly, I like to incorporate it into the Flores legacy so there’s so much I haven’t really gotten into. But so far my favorite is Jungle Adventure, minus the problematic looting of the temples. It’s somewhat representative of my heritage and it’s how Chris met Estella!

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spectralquartzafterdark · 8 months

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Three way between Rosie , Bee and Jules?? Maybe human or bot Jules 👀👀👀 or even better Starscream getting his three way 🥹

I can do some Jeweltone and Rosie Content! Have Fun. TW: Light Bondage, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Petplay, Over Stimulation. and there's a mirror involved.

“Man, frag your parents. I don’t know why they give you such a hard time.” Jeweltone spoke through the radio as they pulled into the garage.

“Because, I’m not falling for their manipulation. That’s why. I should be able to say I’m taken without question.” Rosie groaned as she rested her head on the steering wheel, “Fuck the holidays.”

Rosie looked at the time and sighed as she stepped out of the purple ‘69 mustang. She adjusted her dress and sighed as her mech companion transformed. She heard Jeweltone get situated on the garage floor and turned to them. It was clear the visit to her parents caused her more distress than she let on.

“Come here. I don’t think they’re worth the Energon anymore. We don’t have to visit unless it’s life or death okay?” They said as their optics looked at their human companion, “And I encourage you to say no from here on out.”

“Yea…” she said as she walked over to Jeweltone who scooped her up into their servos, “Just it’s hard. Living out here family is all you have. Blood or chosen and I don’t have much of either…”

“Trust me, I know all about that. Giant Robot.” they chuckled as they pulled her against their chassis, “But, your boundaries and mental health mean more than anything okay?”

Rosie nodded in defeat and just sighed as she let Jeweltone keep her close for the moment. She could feel her phone buzz in the pocket of her dress, but she didn’t care. She was done with today, in fact she quit. Whatever happened would happen and she wasn’t emotionally attached to the outcome.

Jeweltone’s fuel pump was pounding, they knew what they wanted to ask… but knew that this moment might not be the right time. All they wanted to do was spoil her. They reminisced about what their plans were going to be when they had returned home. A buzz vibrated in their circuits for a moment. That wasn’t important, right now just being here was. That didn’t stop the inevitable loop their circuits was trying to throw them into. Rosie’s body being so close, so warm, so soft had only made matters worse. When she pressed back into them their engine revved.

“Oh, my Primus I’m so sorry.” they exclaimed, “I didn’t scare you did I?”

Rosie just stared at them for a moment before she laughed, “No, I’m fine. But, what has you so worked up?”

“I was… uh…” Their optics looked to the side in embarrassment as they clenched their dentae, “Thinking about what our plans had been if things went well.”

“What made you think those were canceled?” She quirked a brow shifting to face them, “Hm?”

“Ah… well…” She was so close, and their bipedal cord felt hot, “The stress of that interaction would’ve turned me off from any premade plans.”

Jeweltone watched as Rosie rubbed her head for a moment. Had they said something wrong? They felt her shift out of their grasp and watched intently. She made sure the garage doors were locked. Windows closed and blocked out. Her steps were quick – what on earth was she planning to do? Then they watched as she pulled out a small tool kit. It seemed run down and had some stickers on it. Their optics scanned it and it was then everything clicked into place.

“Unless I directly say it’s off the table… assume the plans are still valid Jeweltone.” she smiled, “And after that fiasco. Honestly, I think I want the attention. We could go as far as you’d like tonight too. With your real body, not that Holoform. It’s not as… mmm.”

“Satisfying, heh. I agree. But, are you sure?” They asked.

“Yes, just I think I need the mental reset. I’m not feeling great about myself right now.” she admitted.

“I can fix that.” they scooped her up again and kissed her gently, “And I may not need to mass shift my entire body~” they felt her body shudder, of course she’d have a size kink.

Jeweltone shifted in the berth if one could call it that. Both parties had fooled around before, but it hadn’t quite gotten past digit and glossa play. Jeweltone had been too worried about hurting their partner. And the holoform was a mess. They couldn’t hold concentration during interfacing. This would be their first time beyond foreplay. But, they had something special in mind. If her self esteem was that low they knew a way to break it and fast. Just thinking about it made their spike strain against their panels.

Jeweltone was slow to work her up. Idly kissing her and letting their large servos roam that soft body of hers. Their favorite part had to be those ungodly soft inner thighs. One day they’d ask to just use them, but, for now they had other plans. They could hear her soft moans. They ran two of their digits between her legs and felt how soaked her panties already were. When she said she wanted attention she wasn’t joking clearly.

“How much do you want this?” they asked.

“You have no idea. Thinking about this is probably why I stayed sane.” she moaned softly as she rutted against their digits.

“Good, just… let me take care of you okay? You do enough for me. And I’m not having another incident.” Jeweltone purred, “Now, go ahead and take off your clothes.”

They set her down and went to the wall across from them and pulled out a mirror that Rosie hadn’t quite yet put up. They were going to make her see how beautiful she was. They grabbed the small tool box and went back to the berth. The garage was small, but thankfully it was going to work in their favor.

“Jeweltone, what’s the mirror for?” Rosie asked cautiously.

“You’ll see.” They said carefully holding her hands and doing a small twirl, had she really been wearing that lingerie set all day? “So, that’s why your routine took 3 hours today.”

“Mmmm not like you complain.” she teased.

“Never. Pull out what you need from the kit. We’ll set it on the shelf. It’ll be easier to grab.” They said.

Rosie nodded knowing that meant Jeweltone was serious about this particular session. Jeweltone watched her trying to have the courage to let their spike out from behind their panels. When they noticed her fiddling with something any bashfulness went away. Their panel retracted in full, they knew what she was up to. They admired all her soft curves and how the lace and bands moved across her frame. It was unfair really, how they couldn’t just bury themself in between all of those soft crevices. Though they were broken out of their thoughts as their eyes wandered up and noted that she had gone a little above and beyond of what they expected. Nipple chain perfect for tugging and a little collar? That was cute.

“Perfect.” was all they said before they scooped her up into their servos again.

Positioning was the issue now. Figuring out how to hold her in such a way that her body was completely visible in the mirror. Eventually they found the perfect spot. Immediately, they felt her fuel pump start pounding. They chuckled and pressed a kiss to her face panel.

“You’ve bamboozled yourself going beyond what I expect.” they tease, “Look at you~”

“L-listen I…” she yelped as they were shifted once more.

“Oh, this is going to be fun sweetspark. And now I don’t have to be human sized to play with these.” they tugged at the chain, “Frag, imagine is one was hooked to your Spike Node.”

“F-frag.” she moaned, “D-don’t tease too much.”

“I won’t.” they tugged again and groaned at the sight, “Now, I want you to watch yourself. Understood?”

“Yes.” she said, she knew what they were up to, but knew arguing wouldn’t do a bit of good in this situation.

“Good, I will make sure you physically see how beautiful you are and how you make me feel.” they managed to win the fight against a tiny tube and applied some sensitizer to her node.

It was perhaps a bit too much, but they would use it to their advantaged as they slowly rubbed it in and around her valve. They watched in the mirror as her node finally came to attention, she really was shy tonight. Usually, it didn’t take this long.

“Look at that. Your valve’s already dripping for me and your spike node is at full attention just from applying that sensitizer.” they boasted as their servos spread her just slightly to show off the lubricant, “Mmm, but truthfully I was straining against my panel for you a few hours ago. Watching you set a boundary and protect it mmm… this? Is only a bonus~”

They took her node between their fingers and squeezed. A small yelp of pleasure escaped her chest as Jeweltone began to stroke it up and down. At one point she tried to look away, but they were able to keep her focus on the mirror. They moved their digits over her frame complimenting each soft part of her. Each scar. Each section of stretch marks. All while playing with her node. They could feel it twitching between their fingers and quickly pulled away.

They couldn’t let her overload just yet. They turned her head and kissed her for a moment of reprieve. Only to move to tug on that chain again with their free servo. They nipped at her and she did the same in turn. It was clumsy and sweet, but they could feel her body melting into their touch. Jeweltone pulled away and moved her face to look at the mirror again.

“Now, whose the most beautiful human I know?” they asked.

“Me.” she managed to breath.

“Good, and who do I love?” They asked again.

“Me.” she chuckled and smiled.

“Good, don’t forget that ever. My conjunx. Mine.” they kissed her face again digits looming over her dripping valve before one dipped into her.

It was a tight fit at first. It seemed she had tensed up, but Jeweltone took that as a hint they should have warned her. As their digit moved in and out of her it didn’t take long for the other to slip in naturally. They smirked at their work admiring the scene in-front of them. The mirror was a good idea. They’d have to do this more often. Though admittedly their Spike was starting to ache and getting harder to ignore.

“Frag, please… I need your Spike.” she whined.

“Just a little more. I want to make sure you can take it without a problem.” they assured her.

“A-alright. Just, fuck I want to be full of you already.” she sighed softly another moan escaped her as Jeweltone played with the chain.

“I know. And I’m going to make sure you’re so stuffed that you’ll be worried about being pregnant.” they teased.

“Mmm sure about that? That’s an awfully big promise.” she cooed.

“I’m sure.” Their fingers dug further into her and caused her back to arch and hips pressed onto their fingers more.

Jeweltone kept their digits burried in her fragging her until she came close to another overload and quickly pulled away. They shifted their position and rubbed their spike against her valve and node. They made sure to cause as much friction as possible wanting to see her face in the mirror. Their spike luminated as they slowly slipped inside. They moaned as they felt how soft she was. No wonder Mirage liked humans so much. They were so soft and warm. They took a moment to pulled out and used the fluid from their poor ignored valve to lubricate themself. They once again thrusted into her with far more ease.

“Primus, look at you. I bottomed out without an issue. Frag.” they said as they placed a servo around her waist and watched their light ever so slightly come through her flesh.

“I-i told you I could take it ages ago.” her voice was cracking and breaking. It was almost song like as her hips moved and tried to take more of their partner.

“Mmm, no.” the held her still, “I’m taking care of you remember. Let me do the work.”

“F-frag okay.” she whined. She wanted to move so badly, “Please, move? It feels so good already.”

“As you wish.” they smirked.

Jeweltone wasn’t inexperienced. With humans maybe, but other bots. Not so much. And humans weren’t that different so they knew how to angle themself. Once they found that perfect spot they went to work. Struts thrusted into their partner like their life depended on it. They watched as her body rippled and moved, fuel pump almost vibrating at the sight. Their servos moved to keep her steady as the other pulled on that delicious chain. Though at this position it wasn’t the most practical and they had to chose where to put their energy. They let go of it and opted for something a little closer. Her node that had been twitching for some time. They took it between their digits and let their rhythm take care of any motion that was needed.

Their systems were starting to over heat. The room was starting to get hotter and they could see the sweat that beaded up on Rosie. It made her glisten like a jewel. It made them want to see her overload even more.

“Come on, cum for me.” they moaned into her ear, “Show much how much you want this.”

“Mmm… trying please a little rougher.” she asked softly clearly struggling with her body.

Jeweltone knew what had to be done. They bent them both over ever so slightly their body almost overshadowing theirs, but still visible in the mirror. If they had been any bigger she’d be their personal cocksleeve. With this position brought a new development. A slight bulge could be seen in Rosie. Jeweltone almost rolled their optics at that delicious sight. They took a moment to regain themselves before they picked up pace again. Her body felt so good against theirs it was driving them wild. Their engine revved louder and louder and caused their vibration mod to kick in. And that was all it took for her to break.

“F-frag I’m gonna!!” her last soft squeak before her body gave into Jeweltones demand.

She overloaded. Hard. She could barely think straight from how strong it was. Her body was squeezing Jeweltone’s spike so tightly that they felt their other mod kick in. After two more thrusts they could no longer pull from her valve as they overloaded. Their voice box distorting as they cried out her name. They could only manage soft I love yous as both parties came down from their high. Jeweltone had to carefully sit both of them back up. They both looked in the mirror and they smirked. There was definitely a noticeable bump. They hadn’t lost their touch after all.

They kissed her gently and smiled as their systems began to cool off.

“Are you okay?” They asked.

“Mmhmm… y-you’re stuck.” she pointed out.

“Y-yea… sorry about that. Usually I can control that mod… but -”

“Don’t worry about it. It feels really good.” she admitted, node still twitching.

“Mmm greedy little thing I don’t think your body is done.” They smirked.

They couldn’t do much else until their knot mod reconfigured itself. So, they decided to see if they could coax out one more overload from Rosie. They rubbed her node in circles, pinching and working it much like before. Hearing her whines. She was oversensitive right now. But, her poor node was so swollen they couldn’t jut ignore it. So, they kept it up idly. Carefully playing with it until finally they felt her fall back into their chassis crying out literal tears of pleasure as she overloaded again. Squeezing their spike much harder and longer. Over and over. Almost like a chain.

“F-frag, Jeweltone!” She pushed against their hand, “T-too much gonna FRAG.” she sobbed as she overloaded again enough to push Jeweltone’s spike from her body with a pop.

“Primus, I didn’t know you could do that. Frag… I want to set aside a full day now. Just to tease you.” They admitted as their spike finally depressurized and they retracted it back into their panel.

“Mmm… later…” she sobbed softly taking off the nipple clamps and chain and throwing them to the side. She clearly wasn’t going to risk another round.

Jeweltone smirked seeing their transfluid dripping from her valve. They took a few digits and shoved as much as they could back into her. Rosie giggled and looked to them via the mirror.

“What was I upset about earlier?” She asked.

“Absolutely nothing.” Jeweltone laughed and held her closer, “But now… I think we both need baths.”

#valveplug #original characters #rosie writes #bumblebee x jeweltone #bumblebee x rosie #bumblebee x rosie x jeweltone #robot x human

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short-black-diamond · 2 years

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Flower Breathing. [1.Chapter]

A/N: Heya, I wanted to write abt demon slayer a bit, and now i am starting a story, yay! Also, this is a various demon slayer x reader fanfic, but I guess it’ll mostly be the trio (Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke) and female reader, reader’s name is Yena, and the pronouns are she/her.

Warnings: Angst? I dunno I am still shit at writing angst.

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“Yena, where are you??? Come here this instant!“, your mother called from upstairs in her singsang voice.

“Yes mother!!“, you yelled. You could already see her annoyed face, how her nose scrunched up, her yes a little lidded as she would scold you about not cleaning a speck of dust away.

...

Your family was known for having the best eyes in town. Often, people who lost their kids, cats or sheep, came climbing up that little mountain your father has bought for the family to have peace and nature around them. Even doctors visited and asked for closer inspection of a patient they have brought too.

You could see every single person from the window of your room. how they talked to each other. you could read lips as well. so you new when somebody got engaged or married, or a new product came on the market, or some new drama between two families has started.

All in all, the Hideyo’s were known for their good eyes.

...

And running you came. you and your mother woke up early to do the chores in the house.

Your two elder brothers and your father were still in their beds, sleeping safe and sound.

It was early in the morning, the sun was not up yet.

“Yena!“

“Mo-“

You saw her. Her dislocated head, glassy eyes, that weren’t having a target to look at, until...

until they landed on you.

Mother ?

“Ye...na...come...here...!”, she croaked, an arm slowly extending towards you.

Her voice wasn’t the same.

Not the same, featherlight voice you knew. Not the same eyes you loved looking into with such adoration. That was not you mother.

That...

That thing...!

That was a demon.

Her arm touched your cheek. You let her touch it. She gently patted you.

“Listen, Yena...Before i...before i turn...“, she started.

You already knew. you saw her pulse fastening a little with every breath, her ragged breath that she took.

Her eyes were locked with your watering ones. your lips were trembling. Your eyes, which were filled with tears, focused and unfocused on hers.

Then she felt like crying too. “I want you to know...that I love you...

I love you...okay...?

I will always love you!

No matter what happens!

You hear me!?”, she cried. Her skin became pale, veins getting out of her delicate and soft skin.

Her hair was the only thing in its place, a beautiful colour-that you had too-, meanwhile her face contorted in pain. Her teeth got sharper.

“Yena...! Take that ....axe over there...!“

No.

Please.

Let this all be a dream.

A bad dream...!

A nighmare!

Please! Dear God, let this all be just a bad night-

“And kill me!“, she yelled in pain, tears now streaming down her twisted face.

“Mama...?“, you whispered. you couldn’t move a finger. Not even a muscle.

You got deaf.

“Hurry! Take it and chop off my head!“, she mouthed. then she collapsed.

You slowly closed your eyelids. Then you opened them again.

Your little brother began to cry.

“Maaa! Maaa!“, he cried. He woke up. and wanted to get back to his mother.

in front of you, your mother lay. she had her face down. But you had the axe in your hand. You had to do it quick.

you had to kill your own mother.

...

But why?

Because she became a demon?

Can’t a demon live with humans? Couldn’t your mother act like nothing ever happened? Ignore her now grayish skin? Her sharp teeth that could possibly even break bones?

No.

It was impossible.

Her hunger for human blood. The scorching sun. Your mother fell from the clouds of heaven and into the pits of hell. and now, a demon was slowly arising in front of you.

...

Your axe was now in front of you. in both your hands. your eyes directed to a bigger, massively bigger from of what was once-

No!

Don’t think about it!

This is not your mother!

...not anymore.

Dear mother...

You held the axe up. The demon growled, before pouncing on you.

I want you to know...

You stepped to the side, barely dodging the attack.

That I have always loved you...and i will keep on loving you.

You still heard your brothers cries. you ran out of the house. the sun was slowly making its way up, over the mountains, but it still took some time to show itself. The monster was hot on your heels, destroying everything that came into its way.

I will look after my brothers. I will look after father. I will look after the house.

Now, you were panting. you hit the demon a few times with your axe and managed to cut off one arm, one ear, and one toe.

I, Yena Hideyo, your only daughter, and third born child, promise to you, mother-

The demon’s yell interrupted your thoughts as you stepped sideways, and you lifted your axe one last time.

That I will be a true woman to call, I will lift all your sorrows, I will be a true daughter to my father, and an even better sister to my brothers! I will be the anchor of our family!

“Here I stand!”, you cried.

“And I love you! Forever!“

You sliced her neck. Her head fell clean off.

The sun came. Your brother came.

“Yenaaaaa!“, he cried. He was standing by the door and reaching out his hand to you.

Your mother was in flames. You were facing your little brother now. “Let’s go inside, Yonatsu.”, came softly out of your mouth.

You held his hand in one of yours, and in your other hand was still the axe, covered in your own mother’s blood. you were in a trance, as if you haven’t just cut your mother’s head clean off.

As if you didn’t just cut her out of your life.

Of course, he still cried. He just saw you kill somebody. and now that somebody, who was once your mother, was nothing more than a pile of ash.

he...he wouldn’t even remember her. He was too young, after all.

In your house, you could see all the mess. The stairs had holes in them. The walls had scrapes, from the nails of your mother.

and blood.

But...whose was it?

Hers? Yours?

But then, you noticed another thing.

The blood came from the rooms of your brothers and father.

Please.

This can’t be...!

How?!

You let go of Yonatsu’s hand and stormed into every single room, in hopes that they’d still be alive, but they weren’t.

Another demon...

Another demon was here!

Your mother couldn’t have eaten them all! She wasn’t even a demon until you saw her turn into one!

Or...Could she turn into your mother? Was this person even your mother? The woman, who brought you to this world, the woman, who brought you a little brother? Or two elder brothers?

The woman who scolded you for not cleaning stuff properly?

The woman, whom you admitted your crush on the quiet and shy boy from downtown and who told you to follow your heart?

The woman who cooked you your favourite meal whenever you asked?

The woman who laughed with you. Cried with you. Held you close to her?

The woman whom you truly loved?

Did you just kill that exact woman?

Or was it just a demon who played with you?

But that couldn’t be....no...!

The demon would have been burned to ashes too, because the blinds were widely opened, so that every single room would have been lit up.

Or the demon might have already gone after attacking your mother and didn’t notice you.

Eitherway, it was horrible.

Your brother was still crying. “Yenaaa! Mamaaaa!”, he was still crying for your mother.

You went outside again, and Yonatsu followed you, taking your free hand.

You laid the axe next to the door and sat down.

What now?

...

“I am so sorry, miss Hideyo...!“, the elder lady said.

you have packed your most important things, as well as Yonatsu’s things, which consisted of money, jewelry, clothes, food, some of your younger brother’s toys and your axe.

You said goodbye to your family that you buried, to your house, to your garden, where you collected some flowers, wistencies were your favourite (you packed them into an extra box so that they wouldn’t dry, or die out). And you didn’t look back when you left. You never wanted to set foot on that house again.

You made your way to lady Hinako, the eldest woman in your little hometown.

You were in your black clothing, no day for happy colours, and your little brother, Yonatsu, was silent. He must have sensed your sadness. in the beginning, he wiped his and your tears away, but he stopped after some time, because the dam was broken and it was okay to cry.

Now, Yonatsu was glued to your side. Your hair, that you have cut just a little over your neck, before coming to lady Hinako, was brushed to the side, and you have cut Yonatsu’s hair too.

Now, with your package on your back, a little purse in your left hand and your little brother’s hand in your right, and a sloemn expression on your face, you were looking like a grown woman.

You were standing in front of her door with her in her own home, and you refused to come in, too in guilt and shame in your heart and soul to come in.

“I feel so hollow now,”, you started, “I have no idea what to do now. Please,”,

You looked at the elder woman and lowered your head. “Tell me what i can do now. I have nobody i could possibly ask to stay in. I guess i should start a new life and get into another city.”

“What?! Are you out of your mind? It is impossible for you to get into another town, we are days apart from the other town, Miss Hideyo, days!“, she called.

“The demons will get you by the first moments of dawn! Please, come in, and stay a little!“, she plead. Her slim eyes were filled with sadness.

You finally allowed to your feet to move and soon you sat in the kitchen with your little brother on your lap eating sweets and her pourring tea into dark blue cups.

“You could help me with my chores, Miss Hideyo. And in the meantime, i will send a message to an old friend of mine.“, she said, giving your cup three spoons of sugar.

“I don’t mean no disrespect, but wouldn’t it be bad if you had a girl in your house who murdered her own mother? People would be talking about it...!“, you whispered, in fear of nosy ears.

See, her house was in the middle of the city and it was already embarrassing enough for you to go to her house with both women and men looking your way.

“The townspeople will find out eitherway. also, that friend of mine will take you in, I’m sure of it.“ Her tone seemed promising.

“But until i get to write that envelope, send it, and get an answer back, you will be training, to be able to protect yourself, your brother, and the people in your area. Under my circumstances.“, now, there was a dark undertone in her voice.

But, looking at her, her gentle, wrinkled face, you couldn’t see any evil motive.

Only honesty.

Would lady Hinako help you?

There was only one way to find out...

...

“Swing your axe harder, Yena!“, the woman called.

“And control your breathing!“

How the hell should you control your breathing?

When you have taken the life of your mother just a few hours ago?

But could you still call that demon your mother?

The woman, whom you had loved the most in your life, an angel, has turned into a twisted curse.

Her voice has turned into a broken cello. Her face, as if scrubbed around with a metal sponge. Her hair, just like yours, in normal shape.

Her eyes, equal as ice, and her body, not the one of a woman, but of the devil himself.

But still, you still loved her. Even when she could have eaten you.

And your brothers?

Your father?

In their sleep, murdered, decaptivated. Eyes wide open and mouth stilled in a petrified scream. Blood all over the place.

Who killed them?

Who was that?

Just the thought that somebody, some nasty demon, would hurt your family...!

You saw red.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!“, you screamed and swung your axe to the ground.

The ground shook to your very feet. And you made an earthquake.

“YENA, CONTROL YOUR ANGER! DON’T GIVE IN INTO THE DEADLY SIN OF WRATH! CALM DOWN!!!“, lady Hinako’s voice screamed into your ear.

You flinched. in your rage, you hadn’t realised that a few feet around your body, the ground was broken, and some trees fell to the ground, their roots outside.

Lady Hinako herself had dishelved hair, her eyes were wide open in horror.

She was breathing heavily and holding onto her wooden walking stick for dear life.

Even Yonatsu woke up from his little nap and began crying. You lay down the axe and brought your little brother back to sleep.

...

Control your breathing? How? It’s an subsconscious mechanism of the human body, just like a beating heart or a sneeze!

And your father...your mother...your brothers...!

It sounded pitiful, but you were glad that you still had your little brother. But could you call him that?

What if, later in life, he found out about you killing his and your mother, find out about the real reason his brothers and father are also dead?

Would he forgive you? Would he still talk to you? Sure, he’s barely four years old and speaks in three word sentences, but still.

...

Meanwhile, Lady Hinako eyed the picture of your outburst.

At least a radius of twenty feet of beautiful and peaceful nature was destroyed.

With an exasperated sigh, the elder woman took your axe and took it inside.

You still had a long way to go to become a demon slayer.

...

“Yena, I am proud of you for doing the chores and my house hasn’t bein shining like this in ages, but please get back to your training.“, Lady Hinako pleaded, giving your shoulder a pleading squeeze.

You didn’t want to shake of her hand, yso you let it rest there. as for her plea, you didn’t know if you could fulfill it.

“I am terribly sorry for what I have done to your space of Nature, lady Hinako, and cleaning has always been my forte. But I don’t think that i could ever swing that axe like...like that-scenery-again.“

You sighed, while you watched Yonatsu pick some flowers, “I wish there wouldn’t be demons existing. That way, there wouldn’t be so many people dying.”

The elder woman looked at you for a long time before standing up with a smile and beckoned you and your brother to come with her.

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um, how did y’all like that?

Was it okay?

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munofsilver · 11 months

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Split Monkey Family AU

Summary: Wukong and Macaque had been mates for centuries before they found MK as a cub and adopted him. Years later, after fighting too much, Macaque leaves Wukong. After a few months, Macaque found out that Wukong and he were going to have another cub. Macaque keeps their daughter Yue Yan hidden from Wukong.

Sidenote: This takes place at the start of the show. There are some differences. Instead of his staff, Wukong used a seal to trap DBK. Macaque didn't get killed by Wukong like the show hints/we all know. He did lose an eye by Wukong. I came up with this AU before season 4. I may not include that season in this fic. Ao3 link.

“It has been almost a year since I left, and Yue Yan was brought into this world. Maybe I should go back to Wukong. It was a fight about something I don’t even remember anymore. I’m sure MK misses me. I know the visits aren’t enough. I should bring Yue Yan with me next time. I think MK should meet his younger sister. I can trust him. As far as I can tell, he doesn’t tell Wukong about the visits.”

Macaque has been having these thoughts for the past week. He’s going to visit his son tomorrow. He looks over at his sleeping daughter. She’s hugging her tail, which will tickle her nose occasionally. This time, it made her let out a cute little sneeze. Making Macaque smile.

In the morning, Macaque feeds Yue Yan some mashed-up mangos. She is only eight months old and can only eat mashed-up food now. After eating and cleaning up, Macaque changes clothes while Yue Yan tries to stay in one spot. Ever since she learned to crawl, the little cub has been exploring every chance she gets.

Right now, the door is open. Yue Yan notices and rolls over onto her stomach. Lifting herself onto her hands and knees. She makes it halfway to the door when her father picks her up with his tail.

“I don’t think so, Yue Yan. We are leaving soon,” he says, putting on his boots.

“We go?” Yue Yan can speak a little, not always saying the words correctly.

“Yes, my lovely cub. We are going to meet your big brother today. I think it’s about time you two meet.”

“MK?”

“Yes, MK.”

Macaque does talk about MK a lot with Yue Yan and very little about her other father, Wukong.

The truth is Yue Yan doesn’t know Wukong is her father. She thinks she only has one parent, and that’s Macaque. MK is old enough to live independently, so he doesn’t live with them.

Fully dressed, Macaque holds his cub in his arms. Like all monkey cubs, she grabs onto him, something she’s been doing since birth. MK was the same way at her age. Father and daughter head out.

MK is nervously waiting outside Pigsy’s Noodles Shop. He doesn’t mind the meeting place for his father, Macaque, to be where he works. Every time, he wonders what if his other father, Sun Wukong, comes by when Macaque does. So far, they have been lucky.

While waiting, he gets a text. After reading, the monkey, hiding in his human form, gets in his vehicle and drives off.

In a small park in the shadows wait a black-furred monkey with a smaller dark orange-furred monkey in his arms. MK enters the park before he can call out to his father; Macaque makes a shadow portal appear beneath MK’s feet, teleporting to the area where Macaque is hiding.

“Dad, why did you want to meet here?” MK seems unfazed by the random teleport.

He was dusting himself off and dropped his human disguise.

“I’m not complaining. Far from it. Usually yo……..Dad?”

MK sees the cub in Macaque’s arms. He’s pointing at her with his mouth ajar. Macaque lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Son, I want you to meet your sister. Yue Yan, this is your brother MK.”

“Big brader, MK,” Yue Yan coos.

Making them both have an aww moment.

“I’m sure you have questions,” Macaque looks around.

Then, he uses his shadow portal to teleport everyone somewhere more private.

At his dojo and his home, Macaque sets Yue Yan down in her little play area. The one area she can’t crawl out of because of the safety seals Macaque placed around the area. She stares at her father and brother while they sit on the nearby couch.

Once they sat on the couch, Macaque was going to offer to make some tea when MK spoke first.

“Why didn’t you tell me I had a sister?”

Macaque sighed; he was about to answer when MK asked more questions.

“Does father know? When will you introduce her to father? How old is she? Is her father Wukong? Why didn’t you tell me I had a sister?”

“You already asked that question. So I’ll answer that one first. I wanted to wait until Yue Yan was older before I told you. Yue Yan is eight months old. Wukong doesn’t know and don’t tell him. I don’t know when or if I will introduce them. Yes, Wukong is her father.”

Macaque looks at Yue Yan. Right now, she’s on her back, trying to put her foot in her mouth.

“You didn’t need to ask that question. You can tell Wukong is her father. She has the same fur color as him.”

MK looks at his little sister. She has orange fur like Wukong but darker—six ears like Macaque. The tip of her tail and a bit of the fur at the bottoms of her hands and feet are black like Macaque.

“I’m not sure why I asked that one.”

MK laughs nervously while rubbing the back of his head. He looks back at his father.

“Does this mean that all our visits will be here from now on?” MK asks with hope.

MK would rather visit Macaque at his place than at Pigsy’s Noodles.

The black-furred monkey thinks for a moment. Crossing his arms as he does. Glancing at his daughter before closing his eyes.

“Yes, our visits will take place here from now on. You can see where I live when you leave here.”

MK jumps up, cheering, “YES!”

His cheer makes Yue Yan stop trying to eat her foot and sit up.

Macaque laughs at his son’s reaction.

“I’ll go make us some tea. Please watch your sister while I do,” Macaque stands up and heads to the kitchen area to make some tea.

The siblings stare at each other for a while until Yue Yan lays on her back when she tries to put her foot in her mouth again.

“Your foot’s not food, Yue Yan.”

MK takes the cub’s foot away from her mouth. That didn’t seem to bother her as she put her tail in her mouth.

“Your tail, not food either. Are you hungry?”

MK wonders if maybe that’s the reason his sister is trying to eat herself. Sadly, he doesn’t know what to feed her.

“What does dad feed you?” MK asks like she’s going to answer.

“She’s not hungry. Yue Yan’s fangs are coming in, and she likes chewing on everything. Even herself and me.” Macaque answers for his daughter.

He comes in carrying a tray of two cups and a teapot. Back on the couch, he pours some tea for his son. Handing MK a cup.

“How was Yue Yan born?” MK asked while taking the tea that was offered to him.

Macaque sits down next to his son with his own cup. Taking a sip, he glances at his son.

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

MK thinks for a moment.

“Well, you and father are both males, and she looks just…….I don’t want to know,” MK looks away, taking a sip of tea himself.

A little sneeze made the two look over at Yue Yan. Chewing on her fluffy tail tickled her nose, yet she kept chewing.

“Why wouldn’t you want Father to know about Yue Yan?”

MK is still looking at his sister while he asks Macaque the question.

Macaque is also looking at the little cub.

“Remember why I left?”

“I remember you and Father fighting a lot, and you left. No one told me why.”

“Until I know he’s forgiven me, I don’t want him to know about Yue Yan,” Macaque sounds regretful.

“He does want you back,” MK assures his father.

Macaque looks sadly at MK. He knows Wukong wants him back. That’s not what the issue is.

“I know.” Macaque pauses,” Does he forgive me?”

MK tilts his head. He doesn’t understand what Macaque is talking about.

“For leaving?” MK asked.

Macaque sighs as he leans back, “For one, yes.”

Macaque looks at his children, “Maybe I should ask him myself.”

MK eyes light up with joy as his tail wags. Macaque noticed he spoke out loud when he saw MK’s face.

“It’s only a thought,” Macaque coughs into his hand.

The black-furred monkey does want to see his mate again, but he’s unsure. Macaque may not be ready. Wukong may not be ready, but he thinks he is.

The room goes silent while Macaque thinks. MK stares at his father briefly before focusing on his sister.

“Wait a minute. When you were visiting me, who was looking after Yue Yan?”

The brown-furred monkey looks at Macaque with narrow eyes.

“A shadow clone, of course. I see what the clone sees. Nothing gets past my hearing even if I’m not around.”

Macaque’s ears twitch. He has two of them out and only brings all six when he needs to pinpoint or find something. Like a little cub playing hide and seek when Macaque doesn’t want to play.

Soon, MK’s phone alarm goes off, telling them that the visiting time is over and someone has to return to work.

“Until next time,” MK sighs, putting his phone away.

“Now that you know of Yue Yan, how about our visits every week instead of every other?”

Once again, MK’s eyes light up as his tail wags fast with joy. Macaque laughs loudly.

“I take that as a yes. Remember to come here.”

MK nods and rushes out the door. Macaque picks up the tray and puts the dirty cups and teapot away to be cleaned later. He came out at the same time MK came back in.

“You teleported me here.”

“Did you get the address here?”

MK nods, and then the ground underneath him opens up as Macaque’s shadow portal returns MK to the park they met before.

Macaque picks up Yue Yan, giving her a toy that is safe for her to chew on so she can stop chewing on her tail and won’t try to chew on Macaque’s anything. She was eyeing his ear.

“Now that MK knows, I wonder how long until he tells someone. My guess will be it was by accident.”

#LMK #Lego Monkie Kid #six eared macaque #MK #Sun Wukong #OC #Yue Yan #Split Monkey Family

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