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[animezinglife]

One-shots/ficlets, headcanons, scenarios, moodboards, and more below the cut.

NOTE: This post also features content for other characters. Scroll to the bottom of the list for more.

Ficlets:

What���s in the Rain - (G) Lucien finds Elain alone watching the rain. Short and sweet for a rainy day mood. (Bonus moodboard here)!

A Dance in Winter - (E) While visiting the Winter Court leading up to Solstice, Elain and Lucien find some time alone. Smut, but sweet.

The Dance of Day - (E) It’s not the first time Elain thinks she could get used to the perks of the Day Court, even if she can't get her mate out of her mind. A glimpse of Elain and Lucien at the Day Court. Smut, but sweet. (Bonus moodboard here)!

Secrets in the Night - (T) If there's anything Elain's learned during her time in Prythian, it's that some secrets are best kept hiding in plain sight. A short Elucien ficlet with a dash of Regencycore.

Sounds of Summer - (T) Time seems to move more slowly in the Summer Court, and Lucien and Elain take in every second. A short, quiet scene of the two in Summer.

The Song of Spring - (G) With party preparations underway, Elain and Lucien spend a quiet moment together in Spring. A short-and-sweet fic with a sprinkle of Spring healing.

The Fires of Eventide - (E) A quiet evening. A secluded cottage in Spring. Post-canon Elucien ficlet. Smut, but sweet.

Late Nights in Summer - (T) Lucien tends to Elain after she has a bit too much to drink. Post-canon Elucien ficlet. Short and sweet.

-> BONUS: Gifts of the Sea, a companion one-shot to Late Nights in Summer following Tarquin and his mate, Acelia (OC). A special moodboard can be found here.

The Ways We Mend - (E) When Lucien returns with an injury, Elain considers other ways they've healed. Written for Elucien Week 2024.

Legacies in Gold - In the aftermath of Beron's defeat, the High Lord of Autumn embraces a new vision for his life. Background Elucien. Written for Eris Week 2024.

Scenarios and Headcanons:

Casual Picnic Dates

Around the House

Soft Concepts

Little, Tender Moments

Sweet-and-Mildly-Spicy

“Dressed-Down” Lucien

The Lady of Autumn + Elucien

Spicy Elucien Headcanon/Short Scenario 

Elain + Lucien’s Hair (short scenario)

Elucien and Calanmai

Domestic Elucien Headcanons

Elucien Archery Scenario

Elucien vs. Nosy Sisters

Spicy Solstice Scenario

Sweet Solstice Headcanon (Mistletoe)

Adopting a Pet

Post-Bond Headcanons (Elain and Lucien in the Honeymoon Phase)

Helion and Lucien (includes some Elucien) Headcanons

Lucien Looking Out for the Ladies

Graysen Tries to Embarrass Elain

“Elain Visits” Series (Aesthetics/Moodboards):

Elain visiting Day

Elain visiting Night

Elain visiting Winter

Elain visiting Spring

Elain visiting Autumn

Elain visiting Summer | Version 2

Other/Misc. Content:

Modern/Cottagecore Elain Moodboard | Version 2 (Wildflowers Quote)

Thoughts: Another Take on Elain Shutting Down

Thoughts: The Extra Chapter, Azriel, and Elucien

Picrew Edit (ElenaA)

Other Characters (Moodboards):

Gwyneth Berdara

Emerie

Next Gen Headcanons:

Nyx: General Headcanons, Annual Snowball Fight, Thunderstorms, Learning to Read/Write

Nessian Kids: "Girl Dad" Cassian, Nessian Daughter's First Date

[sebsgirl71479]

Hey everyone @allandoflimbo is an amazing writer/ storyteller. This is a great story and if you have time please read her other stories as well they are great and really bring out your emotions. Love you girl.

I C E P R I N C E S S • MASTERPAGE

A modern AU High School!Bully Series • will also take place in adult hood.

pairings: Bucky Barnes/Reader

summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

Y/N and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice.

The other doesn’t know.

warnings:

This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, edging, dom!sub play, etc. 18+ ONLY. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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C H A P T E R    F O U R

C H A P T E R    F I V E

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C H A P T E R E I G H T

C H A P T E R N I N E

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C H A P T E R E L E V E N *smut*

C H A P T E R T W E L V E

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[pikachu-12-yt]

Finally drawing Tessa, and i am having doubts about my ability. And also a question.

Took this from the murder drones wiki. What is going on with her dress? Does it go down lower or not? (I AM NOT TRYING TO BE CREEPY JUST WHAT?)

(Ik the one on the left is fanart but TESSA IS A SILHOUETTE.) In some art there's no dip in the top of the dress but then there's Cyn. Which isn't very reliable because it wouldn't be shocking if she managed to damage the dress.

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[phoebepheebsphibs]

With @tmntaucompetition's annual TMNT AU Competition nearing, I thought it would be good to post a quick reminder of my ROTTMNT AUs!

Until I Found You: separated AU

Double-Mutated Mikey: post-movie angst fic (written with @boots-with-the-fur-club )

VelCro Duo: OC kid, universe hopper, separated au

Lou Jitsu's Kids: human au

If you want more info about the AUs, go check out my masterpage!

While I plan to be participating in the competition, I will mostly just focus on continuing the (seemingly) never ending story of totified UIFY and Misa, while also interacting with the TMNT community. I wanna have fun, so I don’t honestly care if I win or even make it into the competition. But good luck to all contenders, and I can’t wait to have fun with y’all again!

[ichikopotato]

I can request tom bein’ all mean and rough on his gf? (Smut) And she’s like those coquette girls that love being dominated maybe , ty and ily 💕

now this, this is good💋

2009! Tom being rough to his couqette gf ᡣ𐭩

synopsis: your boyfriend comes home stressed out, leaving himself to only let out his anger on you. ᡣ𐭩

warnings : rough smut, spanking, usage of “baby, good girl, daddy, slut”, tom just being a meanie to your pussy, overstimulation, squirting, vibrator, overall just Tom rearranging your insides. ᡣ𐭩

a/n: we love dom tom, basically the smut version of another request (fluff version on my masterpage) -`♡´- love you all, stay safe! Send more requests, been really busy lately ᡣ𐭩

—> IT WAS A RELAXING DAY for you, atleast. Your boyfriend was at the studio, rehearsing and creating more lyrics for their upcoming album. You were preparing dinner, for you and him.

You hum a song, getting ready and all glammed up for your home date. Preparing the table when you were disturbed by the apartment door opening. You saw your boyfriend, looking stressed and angry. You smile, flinching slightly when you hear the door slam.

“Hi honey, how did it go in the stud—“ you were cut off by him roughly pressing his lips on yours, meeting in a passionate kiss. He held you close, groaning. His grip on your waist tightened as you moaned softly to the kiss.

You pull away, panting. “Baby? What’s wrong?” You mutter, gulping. “Schatzi, m’so fuckin annoyed.” He said, while placing kisses all over your neck. You feel your panties growing damper and damper.

You cup his cheeks, pouting. “What happened, Tommy?” He looked at you, smirking slightly. You felt something hard on your stomach, your face flushed as you realised what it was.

His breath tickled your ear, as he whispered “can you help me relax, baby?” You smile innocently up at him, before saying—

“Take it out on me, Tom.”

Without another word, he immediately carries you to your shared bedroom as he whispers dirty things to you. He threw you on the bed, flipping your pink mini skirt. He smirked at the sight of your wet panties.

“All wet from daddy, hmm pretty girl?” As he rubbed your clit over your panties. You let out a whimper, rubbing yourself against his fingers. “Yeah? You like it when daddy touches you like that?”

You nod quickly, as he spanks your wetness. You yelp out in surprise. “Ass up, baby.” He spanked your pussy once more. You get on all fours, raising your ass up, wriggling it infront of him.

He spanked your ass cheek roughly, making you whine into the pillow. “Behave, baby. Daddy won’t let his little princess cum if you don’t.” He grabs something from the nightstand, holding out a vibrator with the remote.

He pulls your panties down, revealing your wet folds to his hungry eyes. He groans, rubbing them roughly as he places the vibrator between them. He clicks the highest level on the remote, making you squeal and moan.

brrr.

“C’mon, baby. Such a good girl.” He coed, smiling. He groaned, removing the vibrator. He patted your pussy, smirking as he aligns himself to your pussy.

He teasingly rubbed his tip on your clit, slapping your cheek gently. “Wan’ daddy to fuck you, slut?” You nodded quickly.

Without a warning, he slammed his whole length in you, leaving you no time to adjust to his size. He pounded in and out of your pussy roughly, groaning. “This little pussy’s squeezing me s’muchh— uhnnn-“

He moaned, slamming into you faster, smiling softly down at your pretty face, ruined with tears and streaks of your mascara, your lip gloss ruined.

“D-Daddy— m’so clooosee!” You whimper, fucking yourself on him. He chuckled at your needy ness, slapping your ass. “Cum f’your daddy, baby.”

You let out a long whine, as you came all over his cock. He didn’t stop there, still thrusting into you rough and fast. You moan, squirting all over his chest.

You and him pant heavily, squirming. He smirked, playing with his lip piercing. He ran his hands through your hair, kissing you. You smile, your eyes droopy.

He wiped off the shared fluids off yours and his body, changing you into your comfortable matching pajamas. He smirked, playing with his lip piercing once more as he admired in awe at your adorable sleeping form.

“Goodnight, meine liebe. Ich liebe dich” He kissed your forehead goodnight, slowly falling asleep beside you, holding you close.

Let’s just say you both ate the dinner the next day.

RUSHED, HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT. LOVEYOUALL! ᡣ𐭩

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

Hunter's Moon (Medieval AU pt. 2)

Epilogue

With everyone settled at the Abbey, Rain and Dew think about taking the final step in their relationship. Swiss and Mountain spend some quality time together outside of its walls and return with something – or someone – rather unexpected.

This is it! Thank you so, SO much for following along!! 🖤🖤🖤

I think that's going to be it for these characters for a while, unless inspiration strikes me. I have more ideas for a new fic that has been on hold since before I started writing this (as the “short 15k” fic it was meant to be), but in the meantime I've slowly posting my character designs from this AU, linked via my AU masterpage.

Rating: T Content: young orphaned ghouls Words: 6952

I'll leave y'all alone for a while now this is done lol, @ashthewaterghoul @bloodfin @cosmicseafoam @everybodyshusband @jazz-bazz @karmicbias @kentuckyfriedsatan @midnight-moth @nefariousghoul @papaslittlesunshine @zombiequeen777 @0-miles-away @ghostedrain

Links to full fic: Tumblr | AO3

Read below, or on AO3!

By the time late autumn rolled around and the final auburn leaves on the trees that matched the colour of Mountain's hair began to fall, so too did Swiss and Mountain fall further for each other. As sure as the turning of the seasons, the pair were undoubtedly soulmates.

Life had changed far less than any of them could have expected: they had been so close for so long now that this new step in their relationship was not as monumental a shift as they had thought it might be. Their days were still spent by each other's sides when it was possible, or in each other's thoughts when it was not. Even the other ghouls had a hard time remembering the time before they were a pair.

The winter was one of hibernation for all the ghouls, sheltering behind the thick walls of the Abbey. The warm temperatures inside matched the warmth of their new family as they huddled together in the Den of an evening, watching the snow fall and paint the ground in a pristine, gleaming blanket of white.

As he had in the long winter nights at their farm, Dew had taken his responsibility as pack heater very seriously. In the same way Rain had helped him connect to his hidden water element, he had grown more attuned to fire after spending time with the Abbey's fire ghouls, and his magic was stronger than it had ever been now that he had found a community within them. Some of the older ghouls who remembered him from his previous time at the Abbey were still a little off with him, but none were outright rude, and Dew was finally self-assured enough to know that he could not force everyone to like him.

He especially liked Ifrit. Despite their very different personalities, with Ifrit being so outgoing that Dew thought he could walk up to a wild bear and try to befriend it – or scarier still, to Mountain – they were becoming fast friends. As another fire ghoul who had run away from his clan while still very young, they had a lot in common. Dew's mischievous side, one that had evolved and mellowed out of his already quick temper, complemented his new friend's perfectly, much to the chagrin of the ghouls who crossed their paths.

One such ghoul was Mountain. As soon as Dew had found out how scared of him Ifrit was, he had made it his mission to remind the gentle giant of a ghoul about it at every opportunity. It had finally reached the point where Mountain was also becoming afraid of bumping into the young fire ghoul. He thought he should probably apologise, but had no idea how to start or really what he would even be apologising for, and so Swiss had stepped in. The multi ghoul had talked Mountain down, explaining that Ifrit was absolutely fine, despite their first encounter,evident by how Dew always had some story or another about which ghoul or sibling Ifrit had coaxed into bed that week. Eventually, the tensions quieted when Ifrit came to realise that Mountain did not want to gut him on sight, and the whole incident was reduced to a small in-joke between Mountain, Swiss and Dew.

Rain was delighted by each and every new development of Dew's friendships, overjoyed that his beloved ghoul was finally coming out of his shell more. His newfound pod of water ghouls were equally smitten with Dew's continued efforts to learn about and fulfil all the mating traditions their kind were used to. Mist in particular had caught him slacking off his duties in the library on many occasions, having discovered something else he could do to further woo Rain written in an old text and fallen down a rabbit hole of research.

Dew's efforts were certainly paying off: while Rain himself was already deeply smitten with Dew, the rituals he was completing were building the sacred mating bond between them. As millennia of ghouls before him had, Dew was demonstrating his commitment to Rain and any future offspring they may bear in the water ghouls’ own manner.

As sociable a species as they were, their mating traditions were the most private of any ghoul and, like the fluid nature of their element, their bonds were not sealed in a single ceremony. Rather they were an ongoing stream of promises through small actions; forming a bond as a river forms a valley. Whereas quintessence ghouls sealed their bonds in His eyes through the spilling of their mixed blood during a full moon, and earth ghouls funnelled their shared energy into a plant that would grow as strong as their love, both in ceremonies in front of their clans, water ghoul bonds were most precious when they were formed with no witnesses but Him himself.

One day, Rain and Dew's bond would be complete. They hadn't discussed when exactly that would be; they both knew it was something they couldn't put a date on, something they would just feel when the time was right. They had, however, decided that when that day came, they would conclude with one last ritual; this time for Dew. Fire ghouls had a ceremony of their own, a tradition almost diametrically opposed to those of the water ghouls. Instead of building something, creating nests and future resources, fire ghouls would braid small locks of their cut hair together to symbolise their union, before sending it up in flames; their love burning brightly together for their pack to see.

Dew would have plenty of practice by then Rain thought, having received countless intricately braided blankets and other gifts made of woven kelp from the lake that the other water ghouls had helped him harvest. He had thrown himself so deeply into learning about water ghoul culture, Rain felt almost guilty how little he still understood about fire ghouls. Dew seemed unbothered though, and there would always be time for Rain to learn more later. They had forever, after all.

Swiss and Mountain were yet to have a conversation about any sort of mating ceremony, although there was an implicit understanding that it would happen in the Spring. Swiss, as a multi ghoul, had no specific ritual he believed in following; his clan had none of their own that he remembered outside of the human wedding ceremonies they partook in for appearance's sake. Earth ghoul rituals however most commonly took place in the spring. In spite of Mountain’s clan’s more brutal traditions, they had also always celebrated in the traditional way, by planting something meaningful to the couple and funnelling their combined energy and love into it. As most plants did best when planted in the springtime, most mating ceremonies had taken place in the same season.

Of more pressing concern to the pair though was the planning of their upcoming expedition. Once the worst of the winter had passed, they wanted to head out to explore the frozen wilderness to experience it in all its sparkling, icy glory. What neither said aloud, but both had thought, was that they would then still be home in the springtime.

Home. It was a new experience for Swiss, knowing he could travel and still have a place to return to. Finally, he could appreciate the land they lived in, and experience existing in nature rather than merely surviving in it. For the first time since he was young, he felt the grounding presence of home; a guide rope back to the surface when he explored too deep. It had taken him a while to realise that home wasn't necessarily a place, but rather a feeling. Losing his city and his family all at once had made the two feel so connected, and his wandering in the many years that followed had lacked either one. In finding his new pack, he had simultaneously found his new home in the village and so he had still never had to think of them separately.

The Abbey was his home now, to be sure, but that hardly mattered. The difference in scenery here compared to their little farm was stark, and yet the feeling was the same. His home wasn't a place; it was his pack. Leaving the village had felt nothing like leaving his city: he had his pack with him still, and wherever they were was home.

Going travelling with Mountain, instead of feeling like he was leaving his home behind, actually felt exciting. After all, he would be taking a part of his home with him; the part that lived deep inside his heart. He couldn't leave anything behind, not when he carried all of his packmates’ love so close to him. The thought brought a peace and security to Swiss that he hadn't felt so deeply and truly since he was young.

They left after the last frost, when the weather was starting to warm up again but before the snow had fully melted. The pack had waved the pair off one crisp morning, even Copia joining them at the main doors to wish them well and watch as they strode off between dew-kissed trees. The chill was invigorating as they hoisted their packs further up onto their shoulders and bade a fond farewell to their home, at least for a while.

It wouldn't be a long trip, not this time, they had agreed. The world was wide and there was so much to explore, but for now they would stick to their plan of heading to the mountains. Copia had helped them acquire supplies from the nearby village; sturdy boots, fur coats, proper sleeping mats and food rations. They had tried to insist that they make their own way, but he had assured them that it was nothing: really just fair payment for their work so far around the Abbey.

If things were tougher than expected, they could turn back. There was no urgency to their exploration, no pressure to hurry along the paths ahead, and the freedom of it was intoxicating. Certainly, the camping part of their expedition was perhaps a sore subject after the rather difficult time they had had travelling to the Abbey, but there had been other factors which made that journey harder than necessary. This trip was all about enjoying nature, just the two of them. Mountain could – and indeed Swiss hoped he would – show off his knowledge and love for the world he had grown up alongside, and Swiss would finally be able to see more of it, building the connection with their environment that most other ghouls had. Most importantly, he had the best ghoul in the world to show it to him.

Trekking along the valley that separated the Abbey from the mountains ahead had been so peaceful, full of a tranquillity that Swiss hadn't known he could feel. They were completely alone under the ice blue sky with a contented silence falling between them for large swathes of the day, and yet it was never quiet. The twittering of birds rang out overhead, the myriad conversations of a species he would never understand and yet could somehow grasp the meaning of completely. Beside them, the river tumbled by in a constant jumble of excitement and frenzy. They hadn't been away long, yet everything was already so much more enjoyable than their hurried trip north months previously.

Ascending the mountain had an altogether more solemn atmosphere, the chaos of the river far behind, and the crunching of their feet the loudest sound. The air grew colder as they climbed, and the terrain shifted from compacted earth and leafy flora to jagged rocks and equally angular evergreens. Despite the quiet, it was still clear that the mountain was full of life. From animal tracks and spindly nests high up in the rocks, to iron footholds hammered into sheer cliffs and rickety rope bridges neither of them was brave – or perhaps foolish - enough to cross.

At one point, Swiss had been convinced he had spotted a yeti, a vast off-white figure far away in the distance reaching up with a tremendous bellow that echoed as far as him and Mountain. The tracks left in the snow when they eventually dared to continue on told a different story; a large bear, its fur covered in snow, seemed a much more reasonable explanation.

The joy of exploration was infectious, capturing both of their imaginations. They trekked over glaciers, frozen rivers of ice trapped in the stony grip of the peaks around them and emerged from valleys into blinding sunlight. As they approached, the animals who called the frozen landscape home scattered, hiding away in their dens to stay warm in their own fur coats rather than the man-made ones Swiss and Mountain wore.

They had continued hiking up until they reached the summit, looking out over the world enveloped in a blanket of clouds. It was nothing like Swiss had ever seen before, everything else they knew seeming so distant down below. Stood on the snowy peak, it truly felt like he and Mountain were staring out at everything ever made while simultaneously being the last two lives on earth.

Descending the mountain had almost been harder than ascending, watching every footfall with deep concentration. It was that concentration that had allowed them to sense the nearby presence of life, Swiss's small quintessence sense niggling in the back of his mind for several miles already. Mountain had also spotted tracks that seemed more humanoid than beast, although he had put them out of his mind as an impossibility. They were almost down to the valley now, and then it would be just one more day of travel to reach the closest town where they could rest fully and recoup supplies.

It was as they were carefully picking their way down a rocky scree that they spotted them; tucked behind a boulder, almost entirely hidden under the spindly shrub growing around it, were two pairs of dark purple eyes staring fearfully out at them. Swiss stopped abruptly, almost causing Mountain to crash into him and send him flying down the slope, before smiling cautiously at the cowering figures. They were ghouls, that he could tell instantly, quintessence ghouls judging by their eyes and the faint static buzz that lingered in the air around them.

“Hi there,” he cooed softly, as though he was approaching a wounded animal, “are you alright?”

The figures didn't move, staring unblinkingly up at the two towering ghouls casting a shadow over their hiding spot. Swiss realised how they must look and crouched down, motioning for Mountain to do the same. The earth ghoul fished some food out of his pack as he did, passing it to Swiss who gently placed it in front of him, before shuffling backwards to give the ghouls space.

One of them, a male, scuttled forward, his eyes never leaving the two strangers as he reached out a long, skinny arm to grab the bread and fruit. He retreated as quickly as he had emerged, but he didn't tuck himself quite as tightly behind the rock this time. Spindly fingers split the chunk of bread down the centre, giving the larger section to the ghoul behind him, before doing the same with the dry ribbons of apple leather.

“My name's Swiss,” the multi ghoul smiled again, keeping his tone gentle, “what's yours?”

The flicker in the ghouls' eyes told him they understood him, even if they seemed reluctant to speak themselves. Mountain introduced himself too, trying to aid Swiss with the amicable, non-threatening atmosphere he was building.

“'M Mountain.” Swiss heard him shuffle, knees likely burning from crouching after walking for so many weeks, before seemingly losing his balance and landing on the dirt path with a grunt. As he winced, rubbing his backside that smarted from the fall, the pair of ghouls glanced at each other, giggling softly.

Swiss followed suit, flopping down into a seated position himself. The quintessence ghouls seemed instantly more relaxed now nether of the large strangers were in any position to pounce, or even move, in a hurry. The second one crept out from behind the rock to get a better look at them, whispering in the other's ear. She was a ghoulette, they realised.

“What are you doing out here? Are you with someone?” Swiss continued, hoping they spoke the same language while wanting to check there would not be an angry clan of quintessence ghouls descending upon them for accosting their young any time soon. The pair of youngsters whispered to each other again before meeting his gaze, clearly putting on their bravest faces.

“Ph-phantom,” the ghoul stuttered out as the ghoulette grabbed his hand to reassure him, “my sister–”

“I'm Aurora,” she almost whispered, “and we're all alone.” She fixed Swiss with a beady gaze, clearly growing with confidence as he and Mountain continued to stay flat on the ground.

“You're going to help us?” she spoke with a stronger voice now, as though her own thoughts were solidifying in front of her. Swiss supposed she was quintessence, and some of them had a way of knowing things that rivalled even the air ghouls, back at the Abbey.

“You have food,” the first ghoul said again, watching Mountain cautiously, “where from?”

Digging more out of his pack Mountain attempted a smile of his own, careful to keep his lips in front of his teeth to not appear more threatening than he knew he likely already did.

“We brought it with us,” he replied quietly, gesturing into the valley below, “we came from down there, we wanted to see the mountains.”

The ghouls looked at him, then at the distant valley, then back at him.

“Our family lived on the mountain,” Aurora, the ghoulette, said sadly, “but they're all gone now.” She turned her head into her brother’s chest, and he wrapped protective, albeit skeletal, arms around her comfortingly.

Swiss and Mountain exchanged glances – any threat that could wipe out a whole clan of quintessence ghouls would be a threat to them to.

“A ghoul,” the male nodded gravely, “he hurt our Mama.”

“Do you know where he went?” Mountain asked gently but with enough urgency that both ghouls paused in their chewing to look up at him. Exchanging a glance, they both pointed up and over the mountain, away from the direction they were headed. Maybe Swiss’ earlier conviction about seeing a yeti wasn’t totally unfounded, but was instead something rather more threatening. Mountain sighed in relief however; they had seemingly missed him and he was unlikely to cause any future problems for them as they headed south and away from the mountainous territory.

“We’re very happy you’re safe,” Swiss was still talking to them like they were a pair of wounded animals, but they seemed to be responding well to it, “they hurt your Mama, but could we help you find the rest of your family?”

They shook their heads in sync.

“Papa told us to run,” Aurora, evidently the more talkative one, raised her head again to speak, “but we felt his energy go dark. Everyone’s did.”

“We left them.” Phantom whimpered, his lower lip wobbling but keeping a brave face up and refusing to let tears fall. It was the ghoulette’s turn to comfort him, whispering words the two older ghouls could not hear.

Swiss felt his heart breaking for the young pair. He knew intimately the exact struggle they had been though, and at a similar age. Having each other would help them, but nothing could truly ease the pain they felt. Time would help them, but freedom from guilt was something he had spent many years battling, something he had learned may never be possible to live without. He lived despite it though, and he prayed with every fibre of his being that these ghouls would learn to too. There and then, Swiss made them a silent promise: he would never let them beat themselves up the way he had done. He would walk over hot coals before he let harm come to them.

Jolting back into the present, Swiss felt Mountain’s gaze on him.

“You’re staring, Love.” He whispered under his breath, concerned for the multi ghoul.

“Sorry.” He muttered, hoping he hadn’t frightened the siblings. Mountain distracted them by offering his waterskin, while Swiss regained his composure. Rather than fear though, the pair seemed more curious in Swiss than ever, as if they recognised something lurking behind his eyes.

“Y’know,” he started, shifting his weight to make himself more comfortable on the hard ground, “something very similar happened to my family too. I was about your age, and I thought I had a great life. I didn’t have any brothers of sisters like you two, but I had lots of cousins. Friends too, who lived nearby.”

He left out the parts about his friends being human – that ghoulish abnormality could wait until they fully trusted him.

“One day, our home was attacked just like yours. My parents wanted me to run, so did my whole family, but I wanted to warm my friends to get away too!”

He felt four bright violet points laser-focussed on him, but unexpectedly two green ones too. Thinking about it, he supposed Mountain had never heard the full story before; only the sanitised version he had sung about in the tavern on occasion.

“My parents begged me to run with them, but I was young and stubborn. I tried to help my friends, but they didn’t want to leave our home. When I tried to run after my family I found my parents had stayed to wait for me, but they–”

The two young ghouls looked solemnly back at Swiss, understanding they shouldn’t have had at their young age clear in their eyes. Swiss heard shuffling behind him, until he felt Mountain’s arms snake around his waist and his chin hook over his shoulder, comforting him. Understanding the truth behind the city’s fall was one thing, but Mountain had not known anything of the guilt Swiss still harboured over it.

“They died protecting me, so I know how you feel,” Swiss summarised, not having expected to bring up the well-buried memories of their cold, still faces when he awoke that morning, “but it’s not your fault, alright?”

Phantom and Aurora nodded fervently, a newfound understanding and kinship on their faces behind the pain that was so apparent there.

“So please, trust me when we ask that you come with us now. We can help you, I promise.”

“There’ll be more food?” Phantom asked hopefully, already eyeing up Mountain’s bag again.

“All the food you can eat.” Mountain chuckled. Despite everything, he supposed they were still normal young ghouls at heart.

They looked to Swiss as though awaiting confirmation. He smiled and nodded, amused at how quickly they had decided he was trustworthy with just some food scraps and a few understanding words. It was good they had found them first; quintessence ghouls were powerful, and he didn’t want to think what could have happened had they been captured by any other ghoul seeking to abuse that power for their own ends.

“There’s other ghouls where we’re going too,” Swiss continued, “good ghouls – they’re like our family.”

The pair exchanged another look, before Aurora spoke up in a very small voice.

“How far is it to your family?”

“It’s still quite a long way,” Swiss winced apologetically, thinking of how weary they already were, “maybe one more day down the mountain to where we can get more food, then another week beyond there?”

“Less if we hire a horse and cart,” Mountain murmured in his ear, “they wouldn’t have to walk, and we could all get back sooner.”

He had a point – they had discovered on their outbound journey that several of the towns between here and the Abbey had operated on a trading network; fresh fruits and vegetables from around the Abbey making their way to the colder climate of the foothills, and stables loaning mounts between the settlements.

“Less than a week,” Swiss corrected himself, looking at the forlorn faces in front of him, “just one more day by foot, then we could travel the rest of the way in just a few days with a wagon and horse.”

“We’re going to help you,” Mountain spoke up with surprising conviction, “you’re not alone anymore.”

With some effort on everyone’s part, the two young ghouls eventually scrambled to their feet and the small party could continue a halting descent down the last of the mountain. Their shoes, while they looked to have been suitable for the terrain some time ago, were worn and thin, and Swiss began to wonder if they wouldn’t be better off simply carrying the two scraps of ghouls. They remained glued to each other’s side though, and he could see no benefit that could come from tearing them apart.

Besides, with each step, the pair seemed to grow in confidence; their tired and sluggish steps becoming nimble and light. This was after all the terrain they were familiar with, made evident as they hopped effortlessly over the rough surfaces like mountain goats. They weren’t speaking much, both clearly still on-edge, even though as quintessence ghouls they could most probably feel that there was no animosity or danger from the large ghouls they were travelling with.

Their progress slowed as the ground flattened out, the paths made soft with the beginnings of the snowmelt from higher lands. Swiss and Mountain urged them on to where they knew they could make camp with promises of hot food, but both knew the rest of the way to the town tomorrow would be a struggle. So much for an relaxed trip thought Mountain, flashbacks of their original flight to the Abbey with a sick Rain at the forefront of his mind.

Something else about the two quintessence ghouls would become difficult in the morning too: their less-than-human appearances. Both seemed to be having trouble with their glamours; their horns and tails hidden safely away but their other unnatural features still clearly on display. Any human who so much as glanced at them currently would be left with the very distinct impression that they were not of this world.

The ghoul had black, shaggy hair with an almost-luminous white streak that kept falling in his eyes, and matching silver blotches scattered across his dark grey skin. The ghoulette was an opposite in complexion, so pale she could have blended in with the mountain snow, if not for her equally dark hair that flickered in a rainbow of colours like oil on water. They had near-identical facial features, down to the glowing shade of violet of their eyes, making Swiss wonder if they weren’t just brother and sister but rather twins. Any siblings were rare enough by ghoulish standards, but twins were almost unheard of.

Aside from their most clearly inhuman features, both ghouls were also concerningly skinny and malnourished, enough to attract unwanted attention even if they did get their glamours together overnight. Swiss and Mountain would have to split up tomorrow, an added complication, with only one of them going near the town while the others waited outside and out of view of the humans.

Finally, the group made it to where Mountain wanted to make camp. The sun had almost entirely set as he went about pulling foliage into a makeshift cover and Swiss built and lit a fire. Phantom and Aurora huddled around it as the flames caught, so close that a protective instinct in Swiss wanted to beg them to sit back a little.

Neither Swiss nor Mountain slept much that night, both too distracted by the quiet huffing breaths of the sleeping quintessence ghouls.

“They're so young, they didn’t deserve any of this.” Swiss whispered forlornly into the air in front of him as Mount held him close to his chest, neither taking their eyes off the small sleeping forms curled together for security and warmth.

“They’re practically still kits, Mount. They can't be much older than when I was when I ended up alone!” He sniffed loudly, holding back tears in Mountain’s reassuring arms.

“Hey, shh…” The earth ghoul rocked him comfortingly. “They’re safe now, they’re here with us.”

Swiss sniffed again, wetly, as Mountain rocked him soothingly.

“And you turned out wonderful, you know? If they have the chance to put their lives back together now, think what they'll be like when they’re all grown up.”

His next sniff was a more resolute one; a promise to so good by the young ghouls.

The next day, everything went smoother than they could have expected. After a slightly rocky start with the two young ghouls waking up and forgetting their unfamiliar surroundings and company for a moment, they set out on their way, slowly. Swiss had waited with them well outside the town limits, as they still seemed most comfortable with him, and he worked hard to keep them distracted with the last of their food while Mountain headed into the town.

He returned a few hours later, pack refilled and a rented horse and cart in tow. Before they left the Abbey, Copia had insisted they take a pouch of emergency money lest they get into trouble, and they couldn’t be more grateful to him for it. They had sworn not to touch it, but knew the old man well enough to know that protecting a pair of young orphaned ghouls would more than count as an emergency in his eyes.

The rest of their journey was swift and uneventful, so much so that Swiss began to wonder if someone was looking out specially for them. Days were still long, and their charges were still skittish at every strange noise and smell, but they made good progress and met surprisingly few other travellers along the road. The young siblings had scarves now, bought for warmth as well as camouflage, draped over their heads which they could hide further behind if they came across any humans. In fact, the only hindrance they had encountered so far was an early spring rain shower, making everyone just a little bit colder and more weary than they already were.

Mountain and Swiss stayed single-minded in their mission to return to the Abbey as quickly as possible, to get the quintessence ghouls somewhere warm and safe where they could begin to heal from their ordeal. Neither would sleep properly or allow themselves to relax until their duty was done.

The air ghoulettes saw them returning, although they had no idea who the figures travelling with their packmates could be. As she had been on the first day of their arrival at the Abbey, Cumulus was waiting by the gate. This time though, Cirrus and their whole pack were also waiting beside her. The arrival of a horse and cart had raised some eyebrows; Mountain and Swiss were not the type of ghouls to shy away from a few days trekking. Had one of them perhaps been injured?

Mountain passed the reigns of their borrowed horse to a waiting Cowbell, who steadied the mare while the wagon's occupants disembarked. The earth ghoul stepped down first, before a murmur of surprise echoed through the assembled ghouls as he turned to help two small ghouls down after him. Swiss brought up the rear.

The pair of larger ghouls, derailing the expected joy and exuberance at their return for now as they stood not facing their pack, protectively ushered their young charges forward to meet the assembled ghouls.

“This is Phantom and Aurora,” Mountain spoke with an authority that suited him well, as unfamiliar to him as it felt, “and they need our help.”

“We can explain more later,” added Swiss in a softer tone, clearly aimed to comfort not only the pair quivering beside him but also his own pack, “but for now, they need hot food and to rest.”

As could have been expected, Cumulus stepped forward immediately, a gentle and welcoming smile replacing the look of confusion on her face.

“Well you're in the right place for that, little ones!” With a glance at Swiss and a nod of confirmation from him, the quintessence ghouls shyly approached her. Cirrus joined her, looking more uncertain than her mate yet also smiling softly at Phantom and Aurora.

“Come on, let's go and get you fed.”

The pair hesitated, observing the assembled crowd of the rest of the pack. They seemed more curious than frightened though, especially of Aether who was hanging back at the rear of the group. Swiss had been worried – although he hadn't said a word – on the final steps of their journey about how they would react to him. Even though he knew Aether was a gentle giant, Swiss had been quietly fearful that his generally large stature and the universal assumption that quintessence ghouls were bullish and violent when others encroached on their territory would frighten the young ghouls. Maybe they sensed his pacifism, or maybe they were simply too naive to know better, as their attention soon switched to observing the rest of the assembled pack.

“Go with them, they'll take good care of you.”

All heads turned to look at Dew, as he suddenly spoke up in a surprisingly sweet tone. Rain squeezed his hand. The promise of a warm meal seemed to finally win out over their intrigue at the collection of new faces, and the two quintessence ghouls trotted after Cumulus and Cirrus.

As soon as they disappeared behind the Abbey walls, Swiss let out a tremendous sigh of relief and slumped against Mountain. They had got the pair here in one piece and they were now safe, at last. The mood was more sombre than anyone could have expected for what sould have been a joyous reunion, but it was very clear why.

“They'll be fine,” Mountain rubbed Swiss’ lower back comfortingly, “they've got no choice with those two looking after them.”

Swiss smiled weakly.

“Well that was all very unexpected.” Sunshine said lightly, shattering the strange silence that had befallen the group. That seemed to do the trick, as Swiss finally felt able to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

Finally, the pack had the reunion they had been expecting. Amid the hugs and loud questions from all the ghouls, and Aether admitting he had used the same calming quintessence trick he used on his more anxious patients in the infirmary on Phantom and Aurora, they heard a commotion as Copia came jogging across the crunchy gravel, robes askew.

“My ghouls! I just heard that you had returned!” He coughed and composed himself, red-faced and out of breath as he was, slightly embarrassed at his undignified appearance. “I am delighted. I trust you had an enjoyable time – and what was this I heard about some young newcomers?”

“Sorry we couldn't send news ahead, Papa,” Swiss was quick to apologise, “and it's a long story!”

The man smiled indulgently.

“Let us retire inside then! You must tell me all about your trip. All of us are desperate to know every detail!”

Swiss and Mountain shared a look.

“If it's alright Papa, I'd like to check on the new ghouls first. Just to check they're settling in.”

“Ah my, of course,” Copia patted Swiss gently on the shoulder, “forgive an over-excited old man. It has been so long since I had adventures of my own you see! I'll be in my study, when you have time.”

Phantom and Aurora were doing just fine, it turned out. The ghoulettes had settled them in front of their Den fire, as they had for Dewdrop all those years before, and they were happily ripping into a whole roasted chicken Cumulus had smuggled out of the kitchen. They looked up at Swiss from the floor with matching grins, shiny with food grease, and his heart had melted. He could see why ghouls would go to war over their kits.

Over the weeks that followed, the young ghouls had filled out some, losing the hungry glint in their eyes. Swiss had quickly found that in helping them, it had also helped him work through his lingering feelings about his past. The pair looked up to him, which he hadn’t been expecting. Whether they had just latched onto the first person they met, or if they really did feel a kinship with him from their similar backgrounds, it didn’t matter. They were clearly looking for a role model and so he would be one.

Their personalities had also started to shine through, shyness now almost entirely evaporated. Aurora was the more independent one, that was abundantly clear. She was smart and witty, and Swiss thought she could probably run the whole Abbey if left to her own devices. Phantom had been quieter to start with, clearly the more sensitive of the two, but he borrowed a confidence from his sister in a way that was endearing to watch.

Swiss had noticed him mimicking some of his own actions too, and it gave him a strange feeling in his stomach – pride, possibly? He was planning to teach Phantom to play the guitar soon – the ghoul had shown a great deal of interest already, his tongue sticking out between his teeth as Swiss showed him how to play a chord or two. Aurora seemed less interested in the guitar. If anything, she was more into dancing; twirling around with the other young ghoulettes of the Abbey and singing along while her brother sat watching the band's performances, utterly enraptured.

As sweet as their early idolatry of him had been, Swiss had been worried about them getting to know other ghouls their own age. Mountain had reassured him countless times that they would be fine without him interfering and he had been right, of course. They had quickly settled into a wing of the Abbey mostly occupied by other quintessence ghouls. Led by Delphinia from the infirmary, they were continuing the pair’s education starting with their clearly-lacking glamours. Swiss found himself feeling like an older pack member to them; he was not used to ever being seen as responsible, but it felt good.

The rest of the pack couldn’t help but feel a fondness for Phantom and Aurora either. Their interest in Aether hadn’t wavered when he stopped using his own quintessence to calm them – if anything it only served to make them more curious, and he was happy to indulge their attempts to practice their newly-learned skills on him.

Dew however was utterly fascinated by them. He had never seen twins before in his life, only ever hearing exaggerated horror stories featuring them, told under the cover of night. From the first moment he met Phantom and Aurora, with their perfectly synchronised head-turns and a continued unsettling silence, he had been captivated. Dew had quickly learned that the pair were definitely not scary at all; especially Phantom, when his eyes would unknowingly blink out of sync with each other. It remined him of a frog.

For ghouls that looked only a little younger than the age Rain had been when he first joined the clan, they both seemed pretty clueless. To think; he had first thought Rain to be the most sheltered ghoul in existence! Naive would have been a better description for the young siblings, but Dewdrop had never claimed to be anything but clueless himself.

As they settled, Dew remained absolutely enchanted by them. He chose to ignore the niggling thought in his brain that perhaps he was feeling the exact same thing Cirrus and Cumulus had felt when he first arrived, bedraggled and pathetic, on their doorstep.

~~~~~~~

As the final vestiges of winter faded and spring fully embraced the earth with her arms, so full of life, Swiss and Mountain only grew closer, knowing what their next step would be.

On a sunny morning with the sky filled with birdsong, Swiss, Mountain and their pack gathered under the freshly green canopy of trees in their garden. Together, the pair pushed handfuls of earth around the myrtle sapling beside the bench that had been the site of so many key moments in their story together. Laying their hands side by side on the soil, they poured all the love they had for each other, and for the earth that had brought them together and held them close, into its roots. The tiny flicker of green-gold from Swiss’ fingertips was a new sight for Mountain and he gasped in astonishment.

“I’ve been practicing,” Swiss whispered with a conspiratorial smile, “specially for this. For you”.

The beaming smile Mountain gave him could have rivalled the brightness of the sun.

On that warm spring day, with the whole pack celebrating the formal union of two of their number, there was only room for love. The love that had been simmering between Swiss and Mountain for longer than either could remember, the love that had blossomed so suddenly between Dewdrop and Rain, but most of all the love that the whole pack shared.

Not one of them had room in their thoughts today to dwell on the events that had brought them to the Abbey, or the reasons they had ended up in the village in the first place. None of them could ever forget those past hardships, but they could choose to move on from them; to set them aside for this brief moment and embrace the parts of life that hadn’t been dealt to them but that they had chosen instead. Today, they had all decided to focus on love.

[writingsofwesteros]

How many broodmare AUs and universes are there currently?

(I was thinking of a masterpage but this shall do)

~ BROODMARE VERSE ~

Conqueror's Broodmare

Broodmare of the old dragon

Broodmare (the original with Daemon)

Music of a broodmare

Beggar King's Broodmare

Bolton Broodmare

NOTE: I think this is all of them...

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Summary: Coco prepares for the birth of his and OC Daniela's child. All while enduring hazing from her brothers and trying to cope with his own anxiety about being a good father.

As always my stories are 18+.

Tag List: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @meera10 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @kikijackson-blog

"I still can't believe you got my baby sister pregnant" sighed Angel as he dropped onto the couch next to Coco dramatically making him roll his eyes but not looking up from the book in his hands.

"Kind of a shit move. She had her whole life ahead of her" joked EZ as he clapped Coco on his shoulders from behind the couch.

"My bad. Figured after being married for two years this would be fine. Though I am starting to wish I had rethought the relationship after realizing you two idiots were her brothers" snarked Cocoas he shook EZ's hands off him and stood from the couch.

"If I didn't know better I would think he was the one pregnant and hormonal" stated Angel as they watched Coco stalk off and upstairs. EZ simply nodded as he took Coco's vacated seat.

***

Dani was upstairs finishing her makeup when she saw Coco appear in the doorway a frown on his face. "You okay love?"

Coco flopped onto the bed and sighed trying to decide if it was worth stressing her out to tell her his rising anxiety about the birth of their daughter. "I'm good mami" he finally called as he heard her move into the bedroom. "You look stunning" he added as he propped himself up on his elbows taking her in. Lucky, he thought to himself. He got lucky that night all those years ago that she had turned down that alleyway.

Dani put her hands on her hips as she stared him down. "Don't deflect Coco. I know something is bothering you so spill it"

Coco took a deep breath as he met her eyes. There was no use in trying to deny it any longer. "What if I am a bad dad? What do I have to offer? I messed Letty up and I can't stomach the idea of doing that with our little one. I know its too late but I don't think I can do this Dani" explained Coco as he buried his face in his hands as tears spilled down his cheeks.

"Coco, my love" murmured Dani as she moved to the bed and tried to pull him as close as possible with her baby bump. "You are a great man and a great father. I promise you that. Letty has grown into a lovely young lady and you did what you thought was best for her. I know in my heart you will do the same for our little girl. I am honored to get to raise her with such a gentle, kind, hardworking man" soothed Dani as she rubbed his shoulders.

Coco nodded as he listened to Dani speak. He knew she would never lie to him. "Thank you. Sorry for this" mumbled Coco as he sat up and kissed her cheek.

"No apologies needed love. I got you like you got me" replied Dani softly as she caressed his face. A knock at the bedroom door had them both turning.

"Guests are arriving. E is getting everyone settled" stated Angel as he looked at the floor awkwardly.

"You go on mi amor. I'll be down in a couple minutes" stated Coco as he stood up offering his hand out to Dani to help her off the bed. Dani nodded and made her way out of the room, giving Angels arm a squeeze as she passed by.

Once Dani was down the stairs Angel turned to his friend. "Hey man, I hope you know its all just jokes. EZ and I couldn't ask for a better guy for Dani to be with."

Coco nodded as he took a deep breath. "I know man. Just got a lot on my mind. Don't want to fuck this up"

"You won't. You love my sister to much to do that. Besides you got me and EZ to help ya" replied Angel with a grin.

"Thank god I got Boy Scout and Pretty Boy to help me. Whatever would I do without?" replied Coco sarcastically as he chuckled as he stood up making his way out of the room with Angel.

The End

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter Twelve)

Edited-ish. ~1.8k words

SURPRISE! I'm starting to feel a lot better. I've felt better for awhile, but just didn't have the heart quite yet to get back into it. Ice storms and standing my ground has brought me back to you guys. Enjoy!

Tag list: @fishingirl12 @gillybear17 @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @gills-lounge @emmafitzzz @redfieldfx @baby19sthings @marauderssmut

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The pogues, Sarah and Rafe, have come back to the Maybank house with you. No one wants to leave you just yet. You glance at Rafe as he presses a sanitized Q-tip to the cut below your eye. “Flashbacks, huh?” You speak softly to him. Your hands tremble as you touch his arms.

“A little,” he responds, eyes flicking to yours. “Angel, I’m not leaving this time.”

You smile weakly and quickly blink away the tears.

“Were you going to tell me about tonight if it hadn’t gone down this path?”

You chew the inside of the bottom of your lip. “Probably not.”

He frowns, swiping liquid bandage across the cut before moving to the other wound on your chin. “I would’ve seen the bruises and cuts.”

“I know,” you whisper and squeeze his bicep. “But… you didn’t need to risk getting hurt too.”

His eyes narrow.

“I’m just saying,” you murmur. “Barry and you have a history of violence because of me. And Topper is your best friend.”

“Was,” he corrects without hesitation.

“Right,” you murmur as he finishes, and then you cave. You lean into his chest, your head tucked under his chin. “I hate what has happened. All of it. Topper and his vile actions. The video.” You exhale. “If that hadn’t happened, so much of my life wouldn’t be so shadowed, and you wouldn’t have spiraled.”

“I didn’t spiral,” he mutters, pulling you closer.

You touch his jaw with your fingers. Your tone is gentle but knowing. “You spiraled.”

He chuckles, and his lips ghost your temple. “Maybe.”

You smile weakly and close your eyes. “I hate him. Both of them.”

“Me too.”

A few moments pass before you pull away and turn your back to him. “Unzip me, please?” You whisper. “I want to get out of this dress. It’s already going to cost me a month of my tips to pay for it.”

He frowns but does as you ask. “I’ll pay for it.”

“No,” you murmur as you stand and kick out the skirt so you can walk before heading to your closet. “This is my fault.”

He levels you with a look, and you look down.

“It is.”

“It isn’t.”

You huff and meet his gaze again. That argument would never end, so you choose to change the topic. “Turn around?” You ask as you pull out a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. He does as you ask, and you quickly change before moving back to your bed and him. “Do you need to borrow something?” You ask him. Your fingers card through his hair, something you always used to do.

“Maybe in a minute,” he says while bringing your hand down to his face and kissing your fingertips. Something he always used to do. “Come here.” His voice is low as he pulls you into his chest again. You settle in his lap, head tucked back under his chin.

“I’m awful,” you voice your darker thoughts. “The guy I’m dating is in the ER after a car crash, and I’m sitting in the arms of my ex-boyfriend because his ex-best friend and my other ex-boyfriend couldn’t be decent people.”

He huffs and kisses your forehead. “You’re not awful. Just hurt and needing comfort.” He runs his fingers through your hair. “And it’s not like I’m letting you go anytime soon. You’re stuck with me, Maybank.”

You laugh softly and rub his sides. “You’re a good guy when you want to be, Cameron.”

“Just for you.”

-----

You stir awake, blinking away the sleep, and shift slightly before freezing as you are sandwiched between Rafe and Sarah. You lift your head to see John B asleep on Sarah’s other side. Pope passed out on the couch, and JJ and Kiara tucked together near the couch above your head. You shift and groan softly, throat aching. Your entire body aches. You begin to sit up, but Rafe is there, guiding you back down gently. Your eyes lock with his, and you see concern in his eyes. You start to open your mouth, but he cuts you off.

“Stay, rest,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead. “I’ll get you some water.”

You bob your head yes and shift as Sarah wakes and brushes your hair back behind your ear. You look at her, frowning a little. You hate how raw and exposed you feel after last night. You hate that you are not at the hospital with Mav, holding his hand, but you know his parents will not let you anywhere near him anytime soon.

“It’s okay,” she tries to soothe you. She can see the storm inside of you.

But you shake your head, tears in your eyes. “It’s not.”

A hard knock on the screen door of the house catches your attention, and everyone starts to stir from their various sleeping positions around the family room. JJ gets up and stumbles to the door, opening it. Reese steps inside, and you scramble to your feet, eyes wide.

“Hi,” he murmurs, looking anywhere but directly at you. “Y/n, I’m sorry.”

You realize without him even speaking the exact words what has happened, and it shatters your insides. Tears blur your vision, and your eyes burn. “No,” you whisper, voice breaking. “No.”

Your knees give out, and you collapse to the ground, sobbing. No one says a word or moves, all catching on.

 “No!” You sob louder, trembling as you hug yourself.

“I’m sorry,” Reese murmurs. “I’ll get you the details when I can.”

John B steps forward and pats Reese on the shoulder before squeezing him. “How’s Ben and Nat?”

“Not good,” Reese murmurs, tears in his eyes too. He swallows and clears his throat.

“When?” JJ asks.

“About 4 am this morning. I got the call just before five,” Reese explains. “Nat and Ben are at my house. Y/n?”

You look up, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. Nothing is spoken between you, it is an understanding. He nods once, and then he is gone, the screen door slamming shut behind him. Arms wrap around you, and Rafe holds you as you cry into his shoulder. Mav is gone.

Time passes, and the others begin to move about, but you do not. You stay in the safe warmth of Rafe’s arms. You cry and mourn the boy you have been spending your summer with. An empty hole settles inside of you, you feel the worst sickening turmoil you have ever felt.

“Shh… shh…” Rafe rocks you, stroking your hair.

Sarah sits with John B and looks at you while JJ paces. Kie and Pope are trying to get breakfast together in the kitchen.

 “What do we do?” JJ asks, his blue eyes flashing to you with worry. “Do… do we leave?”

“What?” John B looks up at him in confusion.

JJ shrugs. “Couldn’t she get blamed?”

“No,” Sarah pipes up. “No, if anyone is going down for this, it’s Topper.”

Snorting sarcastically, venom fills your voice as you speak. “Topper will get off scot-free, we all know it.”

Silence floods the room because it is true. Topper won’t face so much as a slap on the wrist for this.

You lift your head and look at Rafe. “He’s the reason we broke up.” You are ready to be Topper’s downfall. And you know Rafe will hold him accountable for what he has done to you all these years. “Back when we were together, he videotaped us having sex and said it was you. He held the tape over my head and lied to me about how you felt about me. He manipulated us into breaking up and pushing me into Barry’s arms.”

“What?!” JJ and Sarah both snap as Rafe stares at you. His eyes go cold, and his grip tightens.

 You sniffle and wipe your cheeks, getting angry now. “He admitted it last night. He confessed, and that is why he was trying to choke me. He doesn’t want us together. Says I’m not good enough for you. I’m a distraction from who you truly are.”

Rafe’s jaw clenches, and you look down. He is angry like you need him to be.

“Topper needs to be taken down,” you say, tone final. “I’ll do it by myself if I have to.”

“No, you won’t,” Rafe says, looking at the others. “I know you all don’t like me, fine. But this isn’t about me.”

“Agreed,” your little brother states firmly. The other pogues all agree.

“What do we do?” John B asks, pulling Sarah into his arms.

You lift your head and look at them all with an angry and teary look. “We get revenge.”

-----

A few hours later, you sit with Nat, head on her shoulder and hand in hers, while everyone sits around Reese’s house talking.

Rafe brings you a bowl of fruit. “You need to eat.”

You take it and tuck it on your lap, but you do not touch it yet.

“Y/n,” JJ and Reese both look at you. “Eat.”

You nod and huff. “I was planning on it. I’m just… I feel sick,” you murmur and look down at the fruit. You look back up at Reese. “You saw him, right? Before he… before he passed?”

Reese nods. “He wasn’t talking, but he was awake.”

Tears pool in your eyes again, and you look back at your fruit. “I wish I could’ve seen him.” It hurts your heart that you have been banned from being there with him in his last moments. You wipe your cheeks as Natalie wraps her arms around you. Her chin is tucked on your shoulder.

“You’ll be at the service and funeral. I don’t care what his mother says.” She murmurs. “You’ll come as our friend.”

You nod and exhale, closing your eyes before hugging her back.

“We’ll make it right,” she murmurs to you, and you nod, sniffling. “I don’t care if Topper has a grandfather for a judge or not,” her tone turns angry.

“Me either,” you agree and look at the others then. Everyone meets your gaze head-on, with anger and something else in their eyes. Four out of ten of you grew up with lesser means and had never been a part of the kook world, but it seemed you all agreed that money would not protect Topper this time.

Rafe moves to sit next to you after Natalie releases you. His knuckles brush your cheek. “We should get you home to rest. Maybe some food and a shower.”

No one utters a word, they watch. This side of Rafe was new for everyone but you. He had always taken care of you and protected you when you dated him as a teenager.

Your eyes lock with his, and you nod. “Please.”

(Chapter Thirteen to come...)

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Sorry if this is annoying to ask, but will the rest of the 'Lore and Worldbuilding' bits on the blog's masterpage for it ever be added and worked on? Like the rest of the Warrior Code bits and ranks? I was surprised that the last addition of something a part of that stuff for this iteration of the AU was like 2 or so years ago now. :o

I intend to get at least some stuff posted up during the hiatus between this book and the next. Apologies for the delay on this shit. It genuinely keeps slipping my mind.

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Sherlock BBC scripts

Someone just asked me for a link to the BBC scripts masterpage. In case anyone else was interested, here ya go:

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I drew Uzi a while ago

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Uh I don’t want to come off as an asshole but could you include a masterpage of your Nextgen Owl House AU? It’s hard going through your blog to try and find one specific nextgen comic.

oh uh yeah of course!! I didnt realize it was at that point already- I need to redo my pinned post anyway haha

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Prologue: She Built the System While We Weren’t Looking

🗎 INTERNAL TRANSCRIPT — CONFIDENTIAL

Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test Examination Authority Date: June 14, 1994 Location: MACUSA, New York – East Wing Staff Lounge Subject: Post-Examination Review – Candidate #632-N94: Jiah Moonjang Classified Internal Discussion – Not for External Release

Senior Examiner #1 (SE1): (flipping through parchment) “Fifteen. Outstandings. All fifteen.” (leans back in chair) “Tell me this isn’t a misprint.”

Senior Examiner #2 (SE2): (glancing over shoulder) “No misprint. Cross-verified with all subject examiners. Magical Theory, Magical Law, Alchemy, Runes, Arithmancy... even Divination. Everything came back O. She didn’t just pass—she mastered.”

SE3 (Runes Specialist): “I corrected her Runes practical myself. She submitted a dual-translation enchantment matrix that adapted mid-casting depending on whether the runes were derived from Elder Futhark or Tyrrhic Spiral. No student should even know how to do that at sixteen.”

SE1: “She’s the Animagus too, isn’t she?”

SE2: “White tiger. Registered in early 1993. Completed her transformation and control training under an independent Animagus supervisor—not school-certified, mind you.”

SE3: (raising an eyebrow) “And don’t forget her Potion Master certification from January. That wasn’t even part of her NEWTs evaluation. She passed outside the system before we could grade her within it.”

SE1: “This makes Ilvermorny’s 1990 Gold Laureates look like middle-year apprentices.”

SE2: “There’s precision in her work, yes—but it’s the restraint that gets me. She doesn’t overperform. She solves what needs solving, elegantly. She answered the Magical Ethics essay prompt with a case study I hadn’t seen cited since 1842. Proper citations, modern framing, and a concluding argument that—I kid you not—made two of our senior readers cry.”

SE3: “She enchanted her own study guides. Did you hear that?”

SE1: “Oh, we all heard that. The ones that auto-adjust based on the reader’s magical rhythm and attention span? Yes. We saw them. Cuéllar included one in her recommendation packet for the ICW.”

SE2: “They’re already being piloted in three different school systems. Ilvermorny’s lower houses are adapting them for remedial programs. The Pacific Pedagogical Alliance wants to commission her to redesign their entire entry-year curriculum.”

SE3: (lowering voice) “Is it just me, or does this feel like something bigger? I’ve seen prodigies before, but she’s not chasing power, or fame—she’s building systems. Quietly. Efficiently.”

SE1: (nodding slowly) “She’s an architect. Of learning. Of structure. Of calm.”

SE2: “I don’t know what she plans next, but I wouldn’t be surprised if we’re working under her within a decade.”

SE3: “If she even wants the spotlight. Everything she does points away from herself.”

SE1: (after a long pause) “Fifteen Outstandings. A Potion Mastery. Animagus registration. Study guides already reshaping pedagogical magic. And she’s still sixteen.” (quietly) “Well then. Looks like we’ve just witnessed the emergence of a legend.”

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