#most of these came from when I was still taking a sleep aid that gave me really vivid dreams

[thelampisaflashlight]

The ghouls, but I assign them one of the fake song/band names from my list... The sort of safe for work edition at least. Let’s go.

Aether: “Lost in the corn maze, started a family, call the kids the children of the corn” for all those folks who assigned him dad, or the dad joke one, “Shark girlfriend’s parents, call them in-jaws”.

Dewdrop: “Not me having feelings at 11:18PM” because it’s very specific or alternatively “Drunk in the dark: I couldn’t find the light switch before, now it might as well be gone.”

Multi/Swiss: “Rhythmic Spite: The Dance of Fuck You Dave” or “Making The Priest Cry: A Confessional”.

Rain: “Water Tube (The Remixed Version)” or “Oversharing: My therapist hates me”.

Mountain: “It’s called a FUN-gus, not a YOU-gus” and “Sunrise over the sewage plant”.

Cumulus: “Howdy hey, pick a god and pray, I’m back” and maybe “Basement Kalimba”.

Cirrus: “I know how it’s made; I’m still gonna eat cheese” and the mildly spicy “Vampire lovers: All teeth, no tongue”.

Sunshine: “45 Degrees and Sunny” for obvious reasons, and “The lord’s prayer to the tune of ‘Oh Christmas Tree’”.

Bonus Copia: “Anti-Dad Jokes: Call if fatherless humor”.

Special Bonus Imperator: “96 and Divorced (Radio Edit)”.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Wield It

Fandom: Star Wars - The Acolyte

Pairing: Qimir x GN!Reader

Summary: You start your training with Qimir while also fighting the growing attraction you feel towards him.

Qimir Masterlist

You sit on a hill that overlooks the island. Your eyes are closed and you listen to your surroundings. You hear little critters chirping, waves crashing along the shores, the sound of Qimir breathing.

There's a buzzing sensation that courses through you and you know it's because Qimir draws closer. You feel him reaching out and, with your eyes still closed, you catch his wrist with your hand.

You open your eyes to see him smirking down at you, "Good," he says, staring at you with pride.

You drop his wrist and look away, staring out to the sea, "At the rate I've been going, I'm sure Mae will be much more suited to be your equal than I."

He looks at you curiously, "Does that thought bother you?"

You shrug, "Yes and no," you sigh, "Yes, because it proves to me that I'm not fit for this. No, because I still think Mae would be much more suited to be your equal than me."

"You have the potential. I sense a strong connection to the Force in you. You can have the power, Y/N. You just need to strengthen that connection, let it take over you. Then you can wield and bend it to however you like." He holds out his hand, "Stand up."

You place your hand in yours and he aids you to your feet. You stand there waiting for his next instruction.

"Close your eyes, do the same as before. Deep breaths, listen to your surroundings, but think of a time you were angry. A time that had your blood boiling, to the point you felt like you wanted everything around you to erupt in flames."

Your mind quickly flashes back to various times in your life where you felt angry, but none of them had the feeling that Qimir described. You thought back to your youth and then that's when it came.

You were a teenager. You came back from school to the apothecary your aunt owned. She was the one that took you in, raised you, and taught you how to run her shop. She always greeted you with a loving smile, but this time, she didn't.

You entered the shop to find it in disarray. You called for your aunt, hoping she would respond. But nothing.

Then you saw a pair of feet sticking out from behind the counter. You rushed over to her and she was already dead. You held her crying until the shop owner next door, came to help you.

Bounty hunters that weren't happy with a concoction your aunt gave them. In retaliation, they robbed and killed her.

The anger you felt towards them. The way you wanted to slaughter them after someone pointed them out to you a week later.

Going back to that memory, made your clench your fists and tighten your jaw. Your aunt was the only person who truly cared and loved you. And she was taken from you. Your aunt was taken from you. Rya was taken from you. You've primarily been alone and you were tired of it. You were angry that forces out of your control would take the people you cared about from you.

You wanted to take that control back.

"Amazing," you hear Qimir say and your eyes shoot open. Several rocks and boulders scattered around the hill were all suspended in the air. You feel that buzzing sensation again. It's much stronger this time.

"I told you," Qimir says, now standing behind you, whispering into your ear, "Let it take over you," he grabs your wrist, raising your arm out in front of you, "Wield and bend it."

You punch your fist out and the rocks zoom past you out into a rock pillar standing in the sea. The rocks pummel it, causing it to break and collapse.

You look over your shoulder and become incredibly aware how close Qimir is standing to you. You also feel one of his hands on your hips.

You clear your throat and take a few steps back, "That was...incredible."

"In due time, you'll be able to do much more than lift rocks," he gestures for you to follow him, "Let's eat."

____________________

You're trying to sleep. For the most part, the cave is dark, except for the little corner Qimir sits, working on his helmet.

You toss and turn, trying to find a comfortable position to lay in. But nothing. Your body is pleading to rest, but your mind can't seem to get the hint. Thoughts are racing, questions and worries litter your mind.

You roll over, facing the direction where Qimir sits. He looks up, "Something wrong?"

You sigh, forgoing sleep and slipping out of the bed. You walk over to Qimir's little work station, sitting on the ground beside him, "So what is this?"

"A helmet made out of cortosis. Extremely durable. No lightsaber or blaster can get through it."

"I never knew such a thing existed," you say in awe.

"They use helmets similar to these in the Jedi academy. Help us hone in on using the Force and relying on just the Force," he states as he solders his helmet.

You look up at him in surprise, "You were a Jedi?"

"A long time ago. Things didn't work out," he says with a smirk and you can't help but snort.

"Did you just make a joke?"

He shrugs, "I can be funny sometimes."

"Has Mae seen this funny side of you?"

Qimir's smirk falls to a serious expression, "She only knows me as her Master. She doesn't know that the Qimir she knows out there," he gestures vaguely out, "is the same one here."

You bring your knees to closer to you, arms resting on your knees, "So you really think Mae will be your acolyte?"

"We have similar visions, we want to see the downfall of the Jedi. They talk of peace, but peace is a lie. There has never been and never will be peace. And I want to show them that," he reaches out and rests his hand on yours, "Together, we'll be able to show them that."

You nod, "I'm trying, Qimir. I hope you know that."

"I do. I appreciate you, for being here, for allowing this to happen."

You suddenly find yourself yawning and Qimir gives you a playful look, "Am I boring you?"

You shake your head insistently, "No, no. I just-I think my mind has finally caught up to what my body's been telling it."

Qimir rubs your hand and then pats it, "Rest. Your training continues tomorrow."

"Good night, Qimir," you say as you stand and head back to your bedroll.

"Good night," he murmurs, eyes stuck on you as you slip into bed, rolling over to face away from him. There's a pulling in his chest as he continues to watch you from afar.

He rubs at his chest, trying to soothe the ache. He knows nothing but you will soothe the ache in his chest he's still unsure about.

[hotchfiles]

↪ day four. sympathy for the devil — #marchhotchness — NSFW ; MDNI!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [last true mouthpiece] ❞

pairing: virgin!aaron hotchner x virgin!reader. summary:  "i would battle all nine circles of hell to feel like that again." content warnings: major catholic church disrespect going on. some making out. m! receiving oral. MDNI! word count: 1.3k

      God was supposedly pure, free of all sin, free of everything evil that scattered the earth. Free of carnal desires. Free of hypocrisy. 

      Church was supposed to be the place to be blessed with His kindness, His love, His overpowering goodness. For Aaron it was just another place to be a Hotchner.

      Not Aaron, not Hotch, a Hotchner.

      It was a place to be proper, to look attentive, to have his fingers pass through the beads of his rosary as if it really meant something to him or to most of the people sitting there. 

      It’s his first summer back home after he was unwillingly sent to boarding school.

      If there’s a place he wish he wasn’t forced to be, it would be the place where everyone swore to be good, as good as God, but weren’t.

      There’s at least three woman exchanging glances with his father, his baby brother is sleeping peacefully on his baby carrier, thanks to the nanny as their mother didn’t look at him for one second since they entered church, her eyes going from her friends to the priest only, making notes of what the ladies were wearing, how their kids were behaving. Nothing good came out of his family. 

      Not even him, he had his knuckles hidden under white bandage, band-aid on his chin. The signs of his rebellion clear, still his mother would tell the neighbors how sports were tricky for clumsy Aaron. 

      The only thing close to the pureness and kindness of a God inside that luxurious place was you.

      The warm smile you gave him, the way your fingers brushed his skin to ask what happened to him. The way your voice said his name sounded like an angel. It made him believe in angels. 

      But the way you made him feel at times was pure sin. If you were an angel, you were a fallen one, beautiful, good, kind… sinful. Aligned with the devil and its desires.

      But if it meant being able to be closer to you, Aaron would knee down and pray to God, or to Satan, or to any deity that could make it happen. He would believe anything your lips told him to. 

      He would sin in your behalf as you were the only true God he could believe, that’s why when you left your seat during Sunday mass to get water, he followed you, captured by the way your hips moved, it had been six months since the last time you two spoke, the flirtatious looks and words leading to nothing of substance. 

      “Boarding school not treating you well?” You ask him teasingly, but he can see the worry in your eyes as you touch his chin. He winces at the touch, but holds your wrist before you can move. 

      “Their therapist say I need to learn how to manage my rage.” You chuckle, you’ve never seen him angry, not at you or with you, he was always the softest, most polite boy, the most beautiful soul you’ve ever met. He was bigger than church, his presence made you feel surrounded by good. It’s a shame he doesn’t feel that way about himself. 

      You look around, knowing the cues by heart, most people have their eyes closed to pray, and you pull him by his hand quickly, knowing where the altar boys would change, he knew it as well, having been one for years as a child. You locked the two of you inside, breath heavy as you did so. 

      At this point the only thing that has ever happened between you two was lingering hugs, suggestive conversations and a quick kiss during spin the bottle. You wanted more of him, you wanted to make him feel good. 

      Brushing your lips against his chin, you pinned him to the nearest wall, taking his hurt hand and placing soft kisses against the bandage as well, the way he left soft sighs at your touch made you feel invincible, still, you stop yourself for a minute, looking at him for approval, Aaron slips his hand behind your neck and pulls you closer for a kiss years in the making, as hungry and needy as you. 

      You’re both desperate to feel each other, to feel something real when you’ve been raised in a community where nothing was, his lips are chapped against your strawberry tasting soft ones, his hands are rough and on your waist under your shirt and he smiles at the thought of you having to fight off not wearing a dress to mass. 

      Aaron’s cheeks flush at how aroused he’s feeling, ashamed to be feeling like that in a place of adoration of everything non carnal, he feels sinful, but the way your body is glued to his, hardening his cock even more, makes him forget about it as he moans into your mouth.

      His belt is unbuckled with ease by your hands, but he stops you before you can do anything else. 

      “Wh–What are you doing?” Making out, having someone straddle him, feeling the friction over his clothed crotch–that's the most he had done with someone until now, and there you were with your godly eyes, your red bitten lips and your hands about to make him sin even more. 

      “I–I want to make you feel good.” You don’t have much experience either, but still before he can protest to anything you shove your hand into his pants and boxers, feeling him fill your hand and twitch at your touch. 

      He nods in a frenzy, helping you by pulling his bottom clothes down to his thighs as you lower yourself, taking him in your mouth delicately at first, feeling the different taste in your tongue as you bobbed your head slowly, your hand holding his cock at the base. 

      Touching your cheek with one of his hands to catch your attention, he gets you to glue your eyes to his instantly, your mouth still at work as you did so, his other hand guides yours, telling you to move it along with your mouth, showing you what felt good to him. 

      Aaron can faintly hear the priest citing scripture, telling children to respect their parents in the Lord, and he almost feels bad for what he’s letting you do to him, but your mouth may be the closest he has felt to the divine and if God has a problem with that than maybe he wasn’t worth praying to. 

      The confidence he gets from the lust in your eyes leads his hand to your hair, pushing you and softly, to the best of his ability, holding you down, it’s clear he doesn’t want to hurt you but he can feel his orgasm building up, he knows it well from the nights jerking off in his bedroom to the image of you, before he can warn you between the moaning mess he is trying to bite inside his lips, you feel his cock twitching inside your mouth, the warmth of his cum filling your mouth. 

      You swallow it down in a reflex, the hollowing motion of your cheeks making him whine. You only let him go when he pulls you up by your hair, and it’s your turn to moan. 

      His lips and yours feel like two magnets, glued together as soon as you balance yourself, sharing with him his own taste, his tongue meddling with yours made you tingle. 

      “I just got us both a free ride to hell, right?” You laugh into his lips and he nods, dropping your arms only to pull his pants up. 

      “I think I would battle all nine circles of hell to feel like that again.” His citation of Dante’s Inferno feels silly along with his teenage hormones filled attempt to flirt, you don’t mind it, his brain was the second most attractive thing about him after all, losing only to the eyes that didn’t leave you as you both got out, again taking advantage of a prayer to get back to your seats. 

[malusmagpie]

Unbreakable Bonds

Pairing: Master!AnakinxPadawan!Reader

Summary: A master is supposed to care deeply for his Padawan… Right?

Word count: 3.8K

A/N: IMPORTANT: Anakin is 26 in this one. You’re 21. Okay? Okay. First. Sorry for disappearing! I’m fine and thank you so much for all the kind words in my inbox they meant the world to me. I just got uninspired for writing and burnt out from work. Second. I genuinely thought this was way longer than it is. Uhhhhh it’s a two parter. Maybe a three. No promises. Can y’all tell this is my fav trope? But i missed u guys 🫶🏼 lazy ending warning i didn’t wanna keep going i wanted to split it in two.

The sounds of the 501st yelling around you was not what you expected to wake up to. The men of the battalion had set up a camp for everybody on the remote planet you’d landed on in the Outer Rim the night before because the walk had been far too long to do in one stretch. You couldn’t even remember what the planet was called. You just knew your Master was assigned to a mission here and that meant you were assigned to it as well.

You shot out of your sleeping bag when you heard blaster shots above head. One flew through your tent, barely even a foot away from you. Your hand reached for your lightsaber on the ground and it flew into your grip as you ran through the flimsy tent door.

The bright suns of the desert planet blinded you for a moment and you adjusted your eyes before whipping your head toward all the commotion.

“They’re flanking left!” You heard Fives yell. You ran over to where you saw Anakin using a rock as cover.

“Master, why didn’t you wake me?” You yelled over the sounds of blaster fire and explosions with wide eyes. He smiled at you, a smile that didn’t aid your panic.

“Well good morning, Princess. Sleep well?” He always had time for jokes, even in an ambush. You groaned and ducked further down when you felt a blaster shot coming directly at you. “If you didn’t already notice. We’ve been ambushed, but I have a plan.” He finished and you stared at him with a blank expression.

“What would that be, Master?” You said wearily, you were preparing yourself to hear what could be considered by most to be an insane string of words in response to your question. To you though, it would be a normal Anakin thing to say. The 501st was doing a fantastic job at keeping them at bay for the short duration of your conversation but instead of responding, Anakin simply smiled before running right at the blaster shots, blocking them as if the ambush meant nothing to him.

The five year difference in your ages didn’t seem to matter. You tended to act and feel like the older one most days. It was a shame when your previous Master died, you cried in your room for days when the news arrived and you still flinched when you heard his name, it gave the council pretty much no choice but to put you under Anakin’s charge until you finished your training and completed your trials.

Regardless of who was more mature, you followed him blindly. The knowledge that you could trust him not to get you killed at the very minimum was reason enough to stay right on his heel. He was running toward a tank that was firing explosives at your camp. You tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself when he climbed up on top of it, dodging whatever came his way in the process. You followed him, doing the best you could with what you had been taught.

You stood with him on top of the tank and he used his lightsaber to cut the locked door open. It dropped to the floor of the small space inside the tank, crushing a battle droid in the process. Anakin jumped down to the bottom and you opted for climbing down the ladder, following him closely. He took the second battle droids head off with one swing of his lightsaber and took the piloting chair when the droid fell to the ground. You stood watch behind him, in case anybody came in behind the two of you.

With an aggressive turn to the handles that controlled the top half of the machine, Anakin turned the tanks artillery around causing your body to jostle around. You caught your footing and within moments, most of the battle droids around you became victim to the explosives flying out of the tank.

You heard something above head and your eyes caught sight of a droid holding a blaster toward you. You expected the thing to climb down before it blasted but when it shot at you from its vantage point you stumbled back with a stagger. Using a relatively easy Force ability, you pushed it off the tank and it landed on the ground. The tank moved as if it had gone over a bump and you safely assumed that you had done your job at getting rid of the droid.

“What was that?” He called over his shoulder and you looked down at your arm where your previously dry robe now had a small, blood-soaked patch.

“Nothing. I took care of it.” You replied with no hesitation. You heard the commotion eventually come to an end and Anakin let the 501st finish off the few remaining droids before getting up out of his seat.

“Thanks for trusting me, Y/N.” He said as he walked by you in the dimly lit space. You placed your lightsaber on your hip and followed him as he climbed up and out of the tank. You winced every time you pulled yourself up the ladder with your injured arm but you still got to the top fairly quickly. Anakin hopped down to the ground and held his hand out to help you. His eyes trailed to your stained robe as you reached your own hand to meet his.

Anakin pulled you down with both haste and caution. His eyebrows furrowed as he examined your wound as best as he could and you stared at him with an expression that screamed silent apologies.

“I’m sorry. I misread the situation and it shot me-“ You started and he didn’t let you finish.

“Next time I check in on you. Tell me the truth.” He spoke sternly as he guided you back to what was left of the camp. You closed your eyes for a moment, beating yourself up for not speaking up.

“I didn’t want to distract you.” You spoke softly and he scoffed.

“You know what’s worse than distracting me? Letting me turn around to see you bled out on the ground.” He stopped walking and his hand still held a firm grip on your uninjured bicep. Your eyes watched your shoes, feeling Anakin’s gaze bore into you.

“Never lie to me again. Mistakes happen, don’t let them fester.” Anakin’s voice was softer now. He let go of your arm and he continued walking before you could apologize again.

Your head hung low as you approached the men who fought valiantly for your Master; not because you were embarrassed, but because you couldn’t keep your head up. You felt your body begin to lose stability and you looked at your arm again, the patch had become almost the entire lower half of your arm and you were beginning to feel the pain. The adrenaline wouldn’t bring you much further and you knew it.

You opened your mouth to speak but you began to see small black dots in your vision. Your head spun slowly and your eyes fell shut. You had very little control over where you dropped, but you felt the impact right before you blacked out and you knew it was going to leave a bruise or two.

You woke up to see the interior of Anakin’s star fighter. You blinked slowly, wincing in pain. You looked down at your arm, it was dressed professionally and your sleeve had been cut off, likely to access the wound without undressing you.

“Keep still. You’re still healing.” A voice rang through the room and you turned your head to find the source. You winced when the movement caused your wound to burn. You heard Anakin sigh and stand up. He stood over you, eyebrows knitted in concern with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What part of ‘tell me if you’re not okay’ do you not understand?” He said sternly. You watched his eyes analyze your dressings from afar and you let out a sigh of your own, your voice sounded cracked and dry.

“I’m sorry-“ You started. Anakin held a hand up, signalling for you to stop speaking. His head angled itself away from you and he took a deep breath with his eyes shut. The way he always did when he had to calm down.

“I care about you.” He said after a moment of silence as he let his hand drop to his side, his voice sounded softer again. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died under my charge. Do you understand?” He gazed at you, looking for a sign that you did in fact, understand. You nodded.

“Good.” He pulled his chair over by the small cot you were laying on and sat down. “How’s it feeling?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

You looked at the wound with a shrug. “Could have been worse.” You seethed causing him to deepen the lines in his face, resting his hand on your arm.

“Just… Rest. That’s all you can do until we get to Coruscant.” He looked at you for a moment before getting up, presumably to fly the ship. You leaned back against the pillow and shut your eyes, letting sleep take over you. All you heard before sleep took over your body were the four words he let slip earlier. They echoed in your head as you lulled away.

“I care about you.”

You didn’t dream. At least you thought you didn’t. It was a shock to you when in your slumber, your mind filled with images of your own master smiling, laughing, and holding you. Soft words were whispered behind the backs of the council. His hand reaching for yours to squeeze it because he knew you were nervous. Kisses placed on foreheads and lingering touches were halted when you heard the 501st clanging around beyond your minds eye. In the cockpit on Anakin’s ship. Your eyes snapped open and you immediately closed them again, pretending to stay asleep and trying to grasp what the hell your brain was doing.

By the time the ship arrived on Coruscant, you’d rested and the bacta-bag wrapped around your arm seemed to have worked wonders on you. You opened your eyes to Anakin shaking you softly and the sound of his voice made a small part of you fill with an unexpected warmth.

“I’ll deal with the Council by myself, let me get you to your apartment first.” He said when you finally sat up. He rested a gentle hand on the back of your waist and you felt tingles over your entire back from the contact. The feeling shocked you, causing you to clear your throat to suppress a gasp. Anakin guided you off the bed and helped you off the bridge and onto the landing pad of your balcony.

“Are they angry?” You asked with a look toward him. He smiled, the kind of smile he held on his face when he had a joke in mind.

“They’re not allowed to feel angry remember?” He muttered humorously and you cracked a half smile. “Don’t worry about them.” He finished as he sat you down on your couch.

“Master, I really am sorry.” You spoke as he mindlessly placed the throw blanket from the back of the couch over your legs. Anakin shook his head.

“Really, Y/N. I’m just glad you’re alive.” He said, settling down on the couch beside your legs. His forearms rested over his knees and he clasped his hands between them. You looked at him for longer than you thought appropriate. He looked tired and it took everything in you not to reach out and place your hand on his cheek.

He cared about you. He said it himself. Surely it was the same kind of care every Master had for their Padawan.

But it didn’t feel that way when he looked at you now.

You grappled with your thoughts, convincing yourself you were imagining things, that it was delusion. You almost didn’t hear him speak when he did.

“I almost lost you today.” Anakin said sternly. “I don’t have the time between all my meetings for a funeral, believe me.” He chuckled humourlessly.

“But you didn’t.” You shrugged and played with the frayed edge of the blanket over your legs. He shot you a look that made you smile and he followed with a chuckle. His hair pushed further into his face as he shook his down turned head.

A silence crept its way between the two of you and you watched his every move. You couldn’t explain the feeling that arose every time he smiled at you. It was like a switch had flipped and you desperately tried to figure out a way to flip it back while you watched him place his hands on his knees to push himself to his feet with a sigh. You gnawed at the skin inside your cheek as you watched him.

When he finally looked at you again, your mouth opened to say something, but it shut just as fast. You couldn’t trust your own words right now. Not with the way you were feeling. His lips thinned as he glanced at your arm again and he cleared his throat.

“Rest. I’m leaving you with C3-PO. He’ll help you get back on your feet so we can get back to our job.” He said, not bothering to look at you. You tried to ignore the pang of disappointment you felt at that. You gave him a nod as he retreated to his ship, leaving you with nothing more than a small nod in return.

You worked your jaw as he ascended and sped off. With a swift movement you pushed the blanket off your legs and stood. You felt fine, sure maybe a little bit weak from the blood loss but him calling in a babysitter for you felt unnecessary. You channeled your confusing emotions into annoyance at his childlike treatment of you. Because that seemed healthy.

As you paced your living room you swung your arm around gently to test how mobile you were. It seemed alright, nothing to pause missions or call reinforcements in for. You planned to give him a mouthful when he came back, you practiced your speech out loud as you walked around your apartment.

~•~•~•~

Anakin left yet another long winded meeting with a sigh, closing the door behind him as he left the council chambers. The meetings were a lot more tedious when he didn’t have Y/N with him. She tended to soften the blows, her charm and kindness carried them through plenty of scoldings and lectures from the council. He ran a hand through his hair as he stalked the busy hallways of the Temple.

All he could think of was how dumb he’d been. How blind he was to her struggle. If he’d just taken one second longer to check on her, she wouldn’t have that nasty bruise on the side of her face from the fall. Maybe if he’d kept a better eye on her she wouldn’t have gotten hit with the blaster at all.

Not only did he have to deal with the guilt of letting her get hurt, it was only a matter of time before he finally faced the reality of his feelings toward her. He knew it was coming, he couldn’t hold it back much longer. It already pained him immensely to hide it before she got hurt. Now, the very real fact was, he could misstep once and lose her forever. That dwelled on him and he wouldn’t let anymore time go on without telling her he cared for her in a way a Master shouldn’t care for their Padawan.

He sighed again, turning a corner and making for his speeder that was parked in the corner of the hangar. He’d give her a choice, of course. He’d tell her it was fine if she wanted to ask the council to place her with somebody else. He’d even go as far as push for her trials to be done quicker if it meant she could leave his charge if this all made her uncomfortable. He had every aspect planned but he needed to do it. If not now it would eat him alive forever, possibly until it was too late. He shook the thought from his head as he sped back to her house.

He arrived, later than he wanted, but with flowers and her favourite fruit. It showed he paid attention, at least in his mind. As if any of that would matter if she rejected him.

None of this was right, nor okay. He knew this all too well. He knew exactly what he was doing here and he’d weighed out all the pros and all the cons. Pros, he might have her. Cons, the Code. The damned Code.

He ruffled his hair nervously before taking one final deep breath and exiting his speeder. He caught sight of her pacing around and his eyebrows furrowed. 3PO intersected his path.

“Master Anakin, I fear Miss Y/N has lost it.” He said nervously. Anakin quirked a brow, smirking at the girl pacing her apartment and mouthing things.

“I’ll be the judge of that, thanks 3PO. Stay here.” He muttered as he pushed past the droids and left them on the balcony.

With a swift hand motion, Anakin opened her balcony door and placed her gifts on the table next to him. It wasn’t long before Y/N turned to face him during her paces.

~•~•~•~

“You. What have I done to lead you to believe that I would need not one, but two damned babysitters when I’m realistically only mildly hurt- What’s that?” You stopped in your tracks as you pointed to the flowers on the table. Your eyes landed back on Anakin where he leaned his shoulder against the door frame with his arms crossed.

He gave you a smile and you couldn’t seem to remember where you were in your speech. In fact, you couldn’t remember the speech at all.

“A gift. For you. I guess it’s more of an apology now though, isn’t it? Since you’re upset at me.” He shrugged, looking down at the bouquet and back at you.

“I’m not upset.” You shrugged, crossing your own arms as you took a few steps toward him. Your eyes fixated on him, you didn’t even care about the gift.

“Is that so? I could have sworn..” He trailed and you shook your head.

“Not upset. Glad you’re here.” You muttered and he chuckled as you approached him to snatch up the flowers and fruit to place them their respective places in a home.

“Right.” He nodded, that crooked smile never leaving his face. You didn’t even have to look at him to know what he looked like right now. You muttered something in agreement as you filled a vase with water and began cutting the stems. After a few moments of letting you arrange the flowers, Anakin rounded the counter to stand beside you and cleared his throat. Your breath caught as you looked up at him.

“You feel it too don’t you?” He asked quietly, leaning against the edge of your counter as your hands worked away at the flowers. His words gave you pause, and you placed the flowers neatly in the vase before sliding it to the middle of the counter.

“Feel what?” You questioned, barely looking away from your finishing touches on the arranged bouquet before you grabbed a cutting board for the fruit. His hand rested over yours where you held the board, causing you to look at him again. You studied his features and somehow you knew. You knew exactly what he was talking about, what he was eluding to. Your heart raced as you watched his eyes scan your face, looking at every inch of you to gauge your emotions.

“Don’t make me say it, Y/N. Just tell me if you want it as badly as I do..” His voice was barely above a whisper. Your eyes fell shut for a moment and you took a breath, trying to steady your thoughts. To see reason.

“Say it.” You replied without thinking.

Anakin sighed. “I care about you far more than what would be considered normal… Or.. Correct. In the eyes of the Jedi.” He said, his mouth formed a thin line as he gauged your response.

You stared at him, long and hard. You couldn’t help but feel like this was supposed to happen, that it was always going to happen, that nothing could have stopped it.

“I care about you too, Anakin. But-“

“Show me.” He breathed.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Show you what?” You asked, already knowing the answer. It was always like this. You were always one step ahead of each other. Which made this conversation feel all the more tedious.

“Show me how much you care. No buts. Use your feelings.” He said, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath shuddered again as you placed your hands on the counter next to him and pushed yourself up toward him. Your eyes watched his flutter shut and you followed suit before placing your lips against his.

You melted into him when his hands circled your waist, bringing you directly in front of himself and a small sigh left your lips between kisses. It felt perfect. It felt right. Fated, even. His warm hands sent shivers through you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer.

When you finally broke the kiss, he almost chased you before retreating and placing his forehead against yours. His heavy breaths matched your own and your eyes finally opened to see blue hues looking back at you.

“Well. Shit.” You whispered and he chuckled. “What now?” You asked.

“I don’t know.” He said quietly. “I know I’m screwed if you change your mind though.” He finished with a cocky smile.

[pastanest]

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LOTR Characters - His Favourite Thing About You

Thranduil

Your heart. You have always thought with your heart more than your head, with feeling rather than logic, and although this has caused you some problems in the past, it has never dealt the pain that cruel logic is capable of, which the King is all too familiar with. As an elf, he’s rather emotionally reserved, and your open love for the world around you renders him speechless. You love so willingly and so joyously, without fear of appearing soft or weak, and it is your heart that drives your every action, including defending those around you. It’s because of you that the King begins to understand the purpose of kindness, he realises the affect that your kindness has on him, and he wants to be the bringer of that same bliss to others. When Thranduil falls in love with you, your heart teaches him more than he could have possibly imagined.

Legolas

Your sense of adventure. From the moment he met you, he recognised your scatty nature and your constant craving for adventure and travel. He yearned to feel the same freedom in the world that you did, but he worried for his responsibilities as a prince and allowed them to hold him back. It was you that eased his nerves, and showed him how to enjoy even the smallest adventures. Through that, Legolas formed the courage and desperation for bigger adventures, and with you by his side, he felt like he could go anywhere in Middle-earth and still be at home, because that is what you became. The two of you travelled far and wide for more years than you could count, and you gifted Legolas with the most precious thing he could ever receive: freedom.

Frodo

Your protectiveness. During his time with The Fellowship, you came across as a quiet person who joined the party simply to help complete the task more efficiently. However, Frodo soon noticed your protectiveness over him when you threw yourself in front of him and acted as his shield in the first attack you experienced with him. After that, every other time Frodo was in danger, you were the first person to act, and protect. He appreciated your protectiveness in those scenarios of course, but what meant more to him was your less violent protection that occurred when others spoke cruelly or condescendingly towards him, you were always quick to defend him. To begin with, Frodo tricked himself into thinking that you were protecting the ring, and not him, but over time you proved to him that the burden he carried was only a concern of yours in regard to the pain it caused him. And in return of such fierce protection, Frodo gave you his heart.

Samwise

Your selflessness. It didnt take Sam very long to recognise the trait that you share with him, but the extent of your selflessness, especially when in The Fellowship, was on another plain of existence. No matter when it was, if a member of The Fellowship was in need of anything, whether it be food, water, or aid, you would be there in an instant to provide them with exactly that, by whatever means you could. The sheer number of times you lost hours of sleep in order to care for someone was astonishing to Sam, and it wasnt until you tended to a wound of his that he realised just how lovely you really were. You never showed even a flicker of irritation towards those who had disturbed your sleep, you presented them only with kindness. On the first occasion that you were injured, you pleaded with The Fellowship that you were in perfect health and didnt need their help, and Sam was the only person that could resist your stubbornness. He promised you then that if you werent going to care for yourself, he would spend the rest of his life doing it for you.

Aragorn

Your persistence. You are never one to accept defeat unless you have tried absolutely everything you possibly could have done to avoid it, and this extends to every area of your life. When Aragorn first met you, his mysterious nature didnt scare you as it did most, instead it enticed you, and from the moment you began talking to him, he became the most wonderful puzzle to you. At first, Aragorn mistook your persistence for stubbornness, because he thought that your continued pursuit of him was goalless, which made your only motivation one of spite. Over time, though, he realised that your goal was something he had not anticipated, and it had began to work before he had time to reinforce his defences; you had succeeded in opening his heart to you. It was your persistence that granted him freedom from the isolation he had forced upon himself, and even before he was completely free, he knew that he had found an angel for a soulmate. If it hadnt been for your persistence, he could have risked an eternity with a lonely heart. You saving him from that as a result of your resistance against defeat, has made him eternally grateful for the trait in you that transcends the simple bounds of stubbornness.

[ironwoman359]

Sonata in Morning

Summary: it’s been weeks since Gotham City flooded, and Alfred has returned to Wayne Tower to continue recovering from his injuries. One morning over breakfast, Bruce opens up to Alfred about his feelings after nearly losing the man who raised him for 20 years.

Content: emotional hurt/comfort through the roof, with some mild suicide ideation. This is Battinson canon-compliant, taking place only a few weeks after the end of the movie.

Word count: 1,487

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Authors notes at the end.

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“Alfred.”

Alfred looked up at the sound of Bruce’s voice. His young charge stood in the doorframe, his oversized t-shirt dwarfing his frame and bringing to mind the days when a child had refused to sleep in anything other than his father’s old clothes.

“Yes, Master Bruce?”

Bruce hesitated for a moment, then slowly came to join Alfred where he sat at the kitchen table. Alfred wordlessly poured Bruce a cup of coffee from the pot that sat waiting, and Bruce took it, his knuckles white as he gripped the mug.

“I…” he began, then paused, a slight crease forming on his forehead.

His shoulders were hunched, and he didn’t quite meet Alfred’s eyes as he spoke. Alfred was used to seeing Bruce clam up in this way, though it had been some time since he had been on the direct receiving end. Something was clearly bothering him; the question was what could it be?

It had been a stressful few weeks following the attack on the sea walls, but Gotham had reached a tentative equilibrium. Bruce still went on patrol most nights, though he also wore the cowl during the day now, helping civilians with transport, first aid, and evacuation.

Alfred himself had been one of the first evacuated from the city, along with the other patients at the hospital, but had come right back home to Wayne tower where he belonged as soon as he was discharged. He’d had to switch from using a cane to using a wheelchair, but his physical therapist said that it may only be a temporary measure. His daily exercises were already having a positive effect, though who knew if he’d ever be able to spar with Bruce again.

Alfred didn’t speak as all this ran through his mind, he merely gave Bruce the space to gather his thoughts. He’d learned a long time ago that there was no forcing anything out of the boy before he was ready, as much as he still found himself trying on hard days.

“I’m sorry, Alfred,” Bruce finally said, and Alfred blinked.

Of all the potential things that could have come out of Bruce’s mouth, that was one he’d not expected.

“Whatever for, Master Bruce?” he asked, and Bruce grimaced, cringing further in on himself.

“These past few years, I’ve been so…focused. Devoted entirely to this cause, this idea that if I just fight hard enough…” he shook his head. “I let vengeance become the only thing that mattered to me. And I didn’t think…I wasn’t allowing myself to think of anything else.”

His grip tightened on the mug of coffee, and Alfred could hear the lump in his throat when he spoke.

“Or anyone else.”

He looked up then, and as their eyes met, Alfred was shocked to see that Bruce’s were glassy with unshed tears.

“I almost lost you, and I couldn’t…I couldn’t bear that,” he whispered.

The words were like a lance through Alfred’s heart, but he forced himself to smile encouragingly.

“You can’t lose me that easily, Master Bruce,” he said, but Bruce shook his head.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you,” he reiterated. “But I wasn’t thinking about how…how every night, for the past two years, I was forcing you to go through the same thing.”

Alfred had taken more than his fair share of punches over his lifetime. In recent years many of them had been from Bruce himself, as the two trained and sparred together. But if you asked him in that exact moment, he’d be hard pressed to recall a time when the wind had been so completely knocked out of him.

“I didn’t care about what happened to me,” Bruce continued, looking down again. His words came out in a rush, as though now that he’d started speaking, he wasn’t able to stop himself. “Not just my name, or my money, or the company, me. And if I’m honest…I think a part of me still doesn’t. I…I’m not sure I know any other way to be.”

“Bruce…” Alfred said, tears of his own welling in his eyes.

“But that kind of thinking wasn’t fair to you,” Bruce continued. “It shouldn’t have taken…all of this, for me to see just how much I must have worried you. And I’m sorry that I let you down.”

“Oh, Bruce,” Alfred said, leaning forward. “I won’t lie and say I haven’t worried…that I haven’t been scared to death some nights that you wouldn’t come home, that they’d find you bleeding in some alley in the morning. But you haven’t let me down. You’ve stood up every single night and fought for what you believe is right, and so many people owe you their lives. How could I be anything but proud of you?”

Bruce didn’t answer, and Alfred knew from experience that meant that he didn’t quite believe him.

“I am proud of you,” he insisted. Then, pretending he hadn’t noticed Bruce’s hitch of breath, added, “And I know your parents would be too.”

Bruce nodded stiffly, wiping surreptitiously at his eyes, which Alfred also pretended not to notice.

“You were right,” Bruce said softly, once he’d composed himself. “About their legacy. I still believe…” he paused, swallowing. “I have to believe that the Batman can work. But it needs to evolve. It has to stand for something other than vengeance. It has to be capable of bringing hope to people, or all I’ve done is become another monster in the dark. If I really want to save Gotham…if I want to change it, I have to be more than the Batman.”

His voice was hesitant, uncertain, something that Alfred hadn’t seen in the boy in a long time. For years, Bruce had been driven by his single-minded determination that he would personally save the city from itself. He’d been pushing so hard for so long, and never once in all that time had he shown any doubt about the fact that he was doing what needed to be done.

Seeing him now, adrift and unmoored from his sense of purpose, it reminded Alfred of that child from so long ago who had looked up at him with wide, tearful eyes and asked “what do I do now?”

Alfred had done his best, provided what little guidance he could while struggling through his own grief, and not a day went by where he didn’t wonder whether he’d done it right, whether he’d made some horrible mistake. “Don’t be sorry, Alfred,” Bruce had told him back at the hospital. Such easy words to say, yet so hard to really, truly hear.

“I have to be more than the Batman,” Bruce repeated. “But I don’t think I can be. Not alone.”

He finally looked up again, and Alfred found himself looking into those familiar eyes, eyes that held both the past and the future in equal measure. Eyes that looked so much like his father’s.

Alfred wordlessly wheeled his chair around the table and took Bruce’s hands in his. Bruce startled at the touch, but Alfred just tightened his grip.

“One thing you never have to worry about, Master Bruce,” he said firmly, “is being alone.”

Bruce’s tears spilled over his cheeks, and Alfred pulled him forward into a tight embrace. Bruce moved hesitantly at first, placing feather-light arms around him, and Alfred snorted quietly.

“I’m not going to shatter, Bruce. I’m well on my way to recovery.”

Finally, Bruce sank fully into the hug, burying his face in Alfred’s shoulder like he’d done when he was a child. He let out a shuddering breath and Alfred squeezed even tighter, trying to convey everything that they’d failed to say with words over the years through the simple touch.

Later, they would clumsily disentangle from the hug, and Bruce would fret over him as they dried their tears. They would discuss the company, the money, the ways that Bruce Wayne could work alongside the Batman to bring change to the city.

Alfred would eventually help him write and practice a speech that announced the new Wayne Foundation, a charitable organization that Bruce would establish to address the misuse of the Renewal Fund and provide real aid to Gotham and its citizens.

And every night, the Batman would return to the streets, and Alfred would have an emergency comms channel on standby that Bruce could use if he found himself in a situation that he wasn’t able to get out of on his own. It would never completely erase Alfred’s worry, nothing could ever do that. But it gave him one more opportunity to protect the boy who had become a man who fought with his every breath to save the city, just as his father had.

All of that would come later.

For now, as the morning light streamed through the arched windows and signaled a new day, Alfred simply held his child, and hoped that would be enough.

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Authors Notes: yeah so I rewatched this movie with @mug-of-beans this weekend and have a lot of feelings about this version of Bruce and Alfred’s relationship. I decided to look for fic that featured their dynamic, but then surprise! AO3 was down, so like a normal person, I coped by just writing my own. Honestly, I had a lot of fun, so if you have any other Battinson stuff you’d like my take on, let me know. Thanks for reading!

[deiaiko]

#22.4 Result

Even though his team had more members, Khun did not anticipate the speedster in Agni's team who managed to steal the princesses' tags in just a few seconds. Basically leave half of his team's fishermen immobile right from the start.

Khun managed to stop Dan with lighthouse flow control, and Rak was able to steal Dan's black tag. Yet Agni managed to undo the flow control and free Dan before Rak could take back the tags that Dan had stolen.

Endorsi was then given Laure's tag and fought with Gyetang, while Anaak was given Shibisu's tag and fought Agni along with Rak. Ran didn't lose his tag and had been countering Novick since the start of the game. Surprisingly, they seemed to be on par with each other. Khun didn't know who won by the end, since he was too busy trying to catch Dan, who managed to steal Hatz's tag at one point. 

Suddenly, his lighthouse was no longer being interfered with by Agni, and only then he saw that Endorsi had joined hands to fight Agni after rendering Gyetang immobile. With Agni's attention diverted by three main powers, Khun was finally able to immobilize Dan. However, he only managed to retrieve one white tag, since all the other stolen tags were already handed over. He gave the white tag to Hatz to get him back into the game, but by that time Gyetang was also back on his feet, so they were sent to fight each other.

Ten minutes went by too fast. Khun slumped to the floor and finally took some deep breaths. Clearly, Agni's team didn't go easy on them, and he was lucky enough to keep his tag. 

"I see you've given your best." Agni said as he caught Ran in his arms before he fell face flat onto the floor. Ran must've swallowed the lightning pill halfway through the fight, and Khun didn't really know how to feel about that.

Khun looked up to the second floor balcony where Bam and Grace were talking. He could feel the corner of his lips pull up when he saw Bam looking bashful as Grace ruffled his hair.

"Gather up everyone," Agni called them, still holding Ran's limp body. He looked like he was about to pass out himself, though. Handling both princesses and Rak all by himself while still assisting his other team members was really impressive in Khun's opinion, even if it was only for ten minutes. 

Everyone, including Agni's team, sat down in a loose circle, exceptions being Ran who was laid down in front of Agni and being tended to, and Laure who was sleeping soundly on the floor behind Hatz. Most of the others looked worn out and some were even hiding a limp, but the moment Gyetang and Dan started to excitedly recount and compliment everyone, his team was easily drawn into the conversation.

Bam and Grace came to join them a moment later, bringing bottled water and a first aid kit. Grace offered to check on each one of them, which unsurprisingly started from Agni. Though Khun declined his offer when it was his turn. He didn't get any bone-shattering hits, so he was fine. Grace didn't look happy with it, but he moved on.

Meanwhile, Bam distributed the water, bandages and ointment. Then he decided to go sit near him and Rak, to Khun's delight. It felt like their missing puzzle piece was finally fitted back into place. 

"It's nice…to be with everyone again." Bam mumbled to himself, yet Khun heard him clearly. And so did their friends, who were looking at Bam wistfully.

Bam was holding his knees that were folded close to his chest, making him look small and closed up. Golden eyes were shadowed from view by his long bangs. It was like there was still an invisible wall that divided him from everyone else, keeping him unreachable. Khun itched to touch him, to get rid of that wall and pull Bam back to him, to what they used to have.

There was so much yet so little to talk about, and Khun felt himself hesitating, especially with this many eyes on Bam. He finally understood why Agni set the tag prizes as is.

Khun touched Bam's arm with his fist, and smiled tiredly when Bam turned his head at him. "It's good to have you back, Bam." 

Many emotions flashed in those golden eyes; disbelief, fear, sadness, hurt, longing, relief, joy. Even though he had heard the story from Bam, Khun still couldn't imagine how much suffering Bam had gone through during all those years they were apart. How lonely he must be, and there was nothing Khun could do to fix what had been done. But when Bam finally smiled back, crooked like he just fixed himself back together, Khun vowed that he'd never let anyone take anything away from Bam ever again.

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so i am absolutely obsessed with @play-rough’s classification au on ao3 and it got to the point where i needed to make a whole playlist dedicated to it, so here it is, i hope you all like it.

playlist breakdown under the cut

understand: it’s the first song on here because of @/knoxx.tbox’s animatic, it’s gorgeous and everyone should check it out. it captures the gentle, caring part of their relationship perfectly.

little space: it’s just a song about little space, i also found the line “and i start to give in/to the sin/to the sin” very fitting for dazai because of just how much he hates his little head space.

hazel: sad tired dazai vibes, it makes me think of the second fic where he stays up all night, trying to drop but can’t, and the poor baby is just so out of it. “hold me tightly” he wants chuuya to hold him so, so badly. but he can’t say that, he can never just say what he wants, so he has to wait until he drops and then he has no choice, and he hates it. but yeah it also just soft sweet comforting vibes to me.

smoke signals: this one’s weird cuz unlike most of the songs on here where they’ll apply to either dazai or chuuya, this one has a stark divide of both. the first few lines “i know i’m a freak/ripped the band aid, broke the peace/took the lock but lost the key/guess i set you free” are so dazai it hurts. he thinks he’s a freak, he hates himself for his regression, he thinks leaving and getting out of chuuya’s space and life is setting him free from dazai. but that’s not what chuuya wants, the rest of the song is all about chuuya always welcoming him back, always wanting him there when he’s upset, wanting to be there and to help him. he wants to take care of his baby and for his baby to let him.

almost home: this one just gave me very gentle sweet vibes. it also made me think of the car ride back to chuuya’s apartment after dazai bit tsu and walked back to his shipping container alone and regressed, and just chuuya lulling small dazai to sleep and holding him, happy to have his baby back.

moon river: i wanted at least one nice lullaby on here and this is what my mom would always sing me so it’s just very personal to me lmao. just picturing chuuya humming/singing it to little dazai makes me v happy.

treehouse: the childhood friends vibe. “i’m the captain/but you can be the deputy” just like, describing their bond together. the closeness, the trust, all that.

escapism: this one’s all about dazai. him wanting to be free from his pain and wanting to be free from his little space, while also using his little space to escape his pain, if that makes sense.

beautiful boy: first off this songs just makes me insane second oughhhh chuuya singing it to dazai would end me. he’s chuuya’s boy, his sweet little baby. and chuuya will always be here for him, will always keep him safe, will always do his best to quiet the overwhelming voices in his head. they’re so soft it makes me unwell.

yellow: also a chuuya one, he’d do anything for baby dazai. he would bleed himself dry if it came down to it.

i need to be alone: dazai angst. the isolating himself when he feels little space coming on. the antsy-ness, the irritability, all of that. he doesn’t want to snap at chuuya, but he doesn’t know what else to do, doesn’t know how else to handle it. so he lashes out and somehow, still, chuuya is there. he hasn’t pushed him away yet. dazai doesn’t think he can handle the day he hits his limit.

i’ll die anyway: similar vein to the above. sad dazai.

juliet: the opening verse is so dazai core to me it hurts. “but i need to understand/when I can power through/and when i need some help from you/when i should stand my ground/and when i need to just sit down/sometimes i act like i know/but i’m really just a kid” all of this speak to dazai and his relationship with chuuya, specifically with accepting his help with his little space. he doesn’t know what to do, how to handle anything, when he’s little he is just a baby. chuuya knows what to do, what will help him feel better, knows how to take care of him and make him feel good. and dazai has mixed feelings on that, because he loves chuuya and he loves his attention, but it hurts to receive sometimes, and it hurts to not know what’s going on with himself, and that chuuya knows better what to do. he feels out of control and he doesn’t like it, but he still trusts chuuya and yeah it’s a whole thing.

i’ll keep you safe: chuuya song. very straight and to the point, chuuya just wants to keep dazai safe and happy and he wants to protect him, be there for him, quiet all the bad thoughts in his head. he knows how much it takes for dazai to regress at all, and the fact that he keeps doing it around chuuya (even though sometimes it is out of either of their control) just proves a huge amount of trust and chuuya values that so deeply, and that is a bond he would never dream of betraying or breaking.

rises the moon: imma be honest this one’s just for the soft vibes. i could see chuuya humming it as a lullaby, but mostly it just made me feel soft and happy so i put it on here.

small hands. this song. this song oh my god. i love this song so much it hurts. anyway it’s chuuya talking to dazai, “if you need come build your home in me, i can’t fix what was done to you, but i’ll shield you from the rain.” it’s chuuya knowing he can’t go back and erase dazai’s past, but being here for him now. he’s here now, and he’ll be here in the future. “cause i never mind, no matter the day or time, i never mind” chuuya would do anything to be there for dazai, it’s him telling him to reach out for help, telling him it’s okay, telling him he truly doesn’t mind, he wants this. he wants to care for him, to help. “and all the anchors that they hid inside your chest/we will unravel all of the chains/toss the remnants all down the drain” the anchors and chains being the trauma mori’s instilled about little space being bad. that dazai’s not supposed to, that he just push through and push it down and be fine. it’s chuuya telling him that’s not how it works, but together we can get you to regress safely and see that it’s not bad, it doesn’t have to scary, it can even be fun sometimes. it’s the slow process of working through all that trauma. “i will be there to pick up the pieces, and keep you housed while you bend them up” literally just chuuya always trying to have dazai over. his apartment is so much better than dazai’s shipping container. like just objectively. “if you wind up in the dark again/just turn and call my name/if the fire in your chest goes out/well i’ll hold you all the same” this whole bit also makes me think of after dazai bit tsu. “if you wind up in the dark again” is dazai going back to his container alone and scared. dazai doesn’t even need to call chuuya’s name before he’s showing up to help him, even if it’s a bumpy ride getting on the same page. “well i’ll hold you all the same” goes for chuuya’s feelings towards dazai in general. he wants to care for dazai in and out of headspace, it’s just the type of care looks different depending on where dazai’s at. sometimes it’s holding him in his arms, sometimes it’s pulling him back from a ledge. sometimes it’s gently feeding him a bottle, sometimes it’s forcibly fighting him into dry, clean clothes so he doesn’t get sick. and now for my favorite line “if you need to take this out on me/well you know i won’t complain” it’s chuuya never getting angry at dazai’s outbursts in headspace, cuz he knows how hard it is, how hard his baby is trying, he just doesn’t know what else to do with his overwhelming feelings. so chuuya takes his outbursts and handles them, and he’ll never hold them against his baby, because he’s literally just a baby what else is he supposed to do but cry and lash out when he’s tired and grumpy.

tired: sad tired dazai and specifically the line “cause i’ve been eating less all day/to give my brain some extra space to think.”

coffee: I know it’s called coffee but honestly this makes me think of chuuya prepping dazai’s bottles, making sure it’s just the right temperature, the right flavors for his baby. vanilla and strawberry, something more special than just milk. it’s cute.

feb 14: honestly i just kept coming back to this song and the playlist didn’t feel complete without it but i couldn’t tell you why, i don’t have a real detailed reason for it other than vibes.

this side of paradise: chuuya not wanting dazai to feel lonely/be alone and scared while in headspace. “come be lonely with me” all that jazz. i chose the slow version cuz the og felt to fast paced and overwhelming compared to the rest of the playlist, and i this fit it better.

[forever-rogue]

Hey!! Could you please write a tasm!peter x reader where the reader is taking care of him maybe after Ben? Or after he’s had a bad day and js needs to be held? Or maybe he’s just sick. Idk you decide. If you can’t I understand :)

AN |  I went with reader taking care of Peter when he’s all stressed out, hope that’s okay!❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

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You heard the familiar opening and closing of his window, following along with a few thumps and then a heavy sigh. Thin fucking walls. You padded over to the wall that you shared with his bedroom and listened for a few more moments. No other sounds met your ears and you flopped back onto your bed and sighed. Over the year and a half you’d lived next to Peter Parker you’d learned how to read his sighs well, especially the ones that came after a night of patrolling. 

Oh yeah. You’d figured out that he was New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man pretty early on. It was quite a surprise when you woke up in the middle of the night and found him tumbling into your room and pulling off the mask. He was tired, he’d gotten confused and accidentally landed at your window instead of his own. He’d panicked, but you assured him that you would never give away his secret. Why would you? You had nothing to gain from it and you happened to quite like your extremely attractive neighbor. 

Just as you felt yourself starting to drift to sleep you heard a few subtle, but distinct little groans. If you hadn’t been so attuned to Peter, you might have missed them. Deciding to make sure he was okay, risking the fact that he might be annoyed by presence, you grabbed an old hoodie and slipped it along with your slippers and walked out of your apartment and over to his. You hesitated for a moment, hand raised to knock, but you didn’t have to bother. Peter opened the door and moved wordlessly to the side so you could come in. 

“How did you…?”

“Heightened senses,” he reminded you, vaguely gesturing at himself, “heard your heartbeat.”

“Oh,” you didn’t know why but the thought brought warmth to your face, “how did you know it would be me?”

“Smell,” he explained, “and no one else is up at this hour.”

“I had a late shift,” you worked at the hospital a few blocks over as a nurse. Realistically he’d probably gotten extremely lucky that you moved in next door. You’d patched him up a few more times than you would have liked. You finally looked him over and saw that he was shirtless. Fuck. He was gorgeous but you quickly cleared your head - you had not come to stare at your hot neighbor, “I heard you come in. You sounded…Peter, are you alright?”

“Yes - yeah,” his promise fell flat as he looked at you with a small grimace. You could see him clutch at his side subconsciously, “just tired. I didn’t mean to disturb you, ‘m sorry. Cute bunny slippers.”

“You didn’t,” you gave him a small smile as you reached for his wrist and moved his hand away from his side. Underneath the top of the grey sweatpants he was wearing you could see some blood seeping through the fabric at his hip. He frowned when he saw the upset look on your face, “you said you weren’t hurt, Peter.”

“It’s fine,” he insisted meekly, “I heal fast, remember?”

“But you’re still bleeding now,” you huffed as you held onto his hand and dragged him into the kitchen. He sat down without you having to say anything as you went into his bathroom to grab the first aid kit. Peter was silent, a flurry of emotions running through his veins, the most prominent being affection, as he watched you get on your knees and folder over the waistband of the sweats. He heard how your breath hitched in your throat and your heart rate increased a little bit.

You cleaned the gash on the side, tutting when you saw that there was dirt and gravel around it, along with the fact that it needed stitches. Thankfully that was something you did almost daily and it took no time to get it sewed up. When you were satisfied with your work, you wrapped it all up to keep it clean. He gave you a small smile when you stood back up, “thank you. I really don’t deserve you, you know?”

“It’s the least I can do,” you insisted as you washed your hands before turning back to him, “you keep New York safe, and I can try to help keep you safe.” 

You looked angelic in the soft glow from the overhead lights, the cityscape behind you. Peter nodded, slowly standing up so he wouldn’t irritate his side further. He came over to you, putting his hand on the side of your face as he gently stroked your cheek, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Peter,” the soft, intimate moment made you bite the inside of your cheek. He was still half-dressed and even more gorgeous when he was right in your space, “I should get going. It’s late. Get some rest, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he dropped his hand and you immediately missed his touch, “you too, sunshine.”

You walked towards the door, but stopped and turned around before leaving, “it’s okay to let others take care of you sometimes, you know? I’m just…take care of yourself, Pete. You work really hard all the time and you deserve to rest too. Please don’t run yourself ragged. I like seeing you, but I don’t want it to always be when you’re hurt. I…good night, Peter.”

“Good night,” he remained rooted in place as he let your words ring around his head. You were so kind and genuine, and you were always so sweet with him. He didn’t want to flatter himself and think you liked him as he liked you, but he couldn’t help but wonder. He listened to you get back into your apartment and quickly get into bed, “good night, sweetheart.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The next time you saw Peter you weren’t sure whether you wanted to take care of him or strangle him. It was when you both came home from work at the same time and he looked dead on his feet. The exhaustion was evident on every part of his body; his eyes had extremely dark circles, he was hunched in on himself and his movements were lethargic. You couldn’t stand to see him like that. 

“Peter,” he hadn’t even noticed you, so tired and unaware of his surroundings. You stopped him from opening his door and pulled him with you to your apartment. He didn’t even make a sound of protest as he brought him inside and locked the door, “Peter. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you look horrible.”

“Thanks sunshine,” he gave you a dopey half hearted little smile, “at least one of us looks good.”

You tried to suppress the feelings those words brought up as you shook your head at him, “I asked you to take care of yourself but this is not…you didn’t listen to me, so now you don’t have a choice. You’re stuck with me, Peter.”

“Whaddaya mean?” poor thing. He sounded practically delirious. 

“You are going to take a long, hot shower and then you’re going to take a nap while I make dinner,” you took his hand again and pulled him to your bathroom, gently pushing him inside. It was like reality suddenly kicked in and his pretty ochre eyes grew wide, “I’m not taking no for answer, Peter. So get in there and shower. I’ll go over to yours and grab some clean clothes, okay? Just…use whatever you need. Please?”

“Okay,” he nodded, his heart hammering in his chest at the realization that he was in your personal space for once, trusted to be there and use your things. You quickly went and grabbed him a fresh towel, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you whispered, “I’ll umm…I’ll leave your clothes on my bed, okay? You can just go in, you know the layout and all. I’m going to start dinner.”

You pulled the door closed, sighing softly when you realized that at least for tonight he was going to be taken care of. If he’d let you, you’d do it for him every night. You busied yourself with going to his apartment, ducking into his bedroom, trying not to stare or snoop as you went into his dresser and grabbed him a clean shirt, sweats, and boxers. They smelled like him - delicious - and you couldn't help but bring them to your face to inhale the soft scent. 

Once you realized what you were doing, you pulled yourself back into reality and rushed back to yours, neatly laying the clothes for him on your bed. You tried, and failed miserably, not to imagine what the man in your shower looked like, and instead started pulling out ingredients to make dinner. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You heard the water shut off at some point, and gave it some time for him to change into the clean clothes you’d set out. But after more than enough time, and without him making an appearance, you decided to check on him. You finished draining the pasta and returned it to the pot before padding to your bedroom. You didn’t hear anything but when you opened the door you quickly realized why. 

Peter was on your bed, fresh clothes on and starfished over the entirety, his head burrowed in your pillow. His mouth was open and he was snoring lightly; he must have been exhausted. You went to your closet and grabbed a clean blanket, tenderly putting it over him, “sleep well, Peter.”

You went back to finish dinner, the only thing on your mind was Peter. You’d found your feelings for him growing stronger and stronger in the time since you’d moved in. At first you were positive that you were just attracted to his looks, because honestly? He was incredibly attractive. But then you got to know him, and realized he was also kind, funny (in his own dorky way), and basically a certified genius (scientist by day and Spider-Man by night, holy fuck), and friendly. You liked him a lot, and cared about him deeply. 

You doubted he felt the same way about you, but you didn’t mind. As long as he knew that he was cared for, that was all that mattered. You were sitting on the couch, half paying attention to the movie playing on TV and attempting to read. Your mind currently couldn’t focus on one or the other, lost to your thoughts of -

“Hey,” you startled at the sound of Peter’s soft voice as he shyly padded into the living room. You hadn’t even heard him get up, but you could easily tell that he seemed a little refreshed. 

“Hey Peter,” you set down your book and motioned for him to sit down on the couch, “you feeling better sleepyhead?”

“Yeah,” he admitted sheepishly, sitting down and angling his body towards yours. You smiled softly and he was glad he was sitting because the sight alone was enough to make his knees weak, “thank you…for everything.”

“Don’t mention it,” you insisted, “you needed it and it was no bother. I like having you around. I made dinner, but that was a while ago…it won’t take long to heat up, though.”

“You’re amazing,” his brilliant smile and part of you wished this was your reality every evening. You could get used to having Peter Parker around, “how long was I out for?”

“A couple of hours,” you admitted softly, “I thought about waking you up, but you needed some rest. I made pasta, garlic bread, and some salad. I hope that’s okay?”

“More than,” as if on cue his stomach rumbled loudly, “do you need a hand?”

“Not at all,” you gave him a pointed little look, “just sit back and relax. Put whatever you want and I will be back in a few.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was easy spending time with Peter; you never ran out of things to talk about, there was never any awkwardness or hesitation with either of you. But as it got later into the night, you grew sad when you realized he was going to go back to his own apartment. He’d be sleeping in his own bed just a wall away from you; it felt more like a whole world when you didn’t want him to go. 

At some point the conversation naturally died down and you could see him watching you closely, as if he was trying to study and figure out exactly what you were thinking and feeling. You swallowed thickly but turned your gaze to the handsome man, offering a small smile. 

“Can I ask you something?” There was tension in the air, but it wasn’t a negative thing. It was just…charged. 

“Anything.”

“You…why are you so nice to me?” The simple question caught you off guard and you found yourself floundering. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before shrugging innocently.

“Because it’s the right thing to do?” you weren’t sure if you were asking or telling him, “besides…y-you’re a good guy, Pete. You take care of everyone but it’s like you forget to take care of yourself. Sometimes we all just need a friend.”

His gaze was intense, and you found yourself looking anywhere but at him, “I don’t want to be your friend.”

The words hit you like a train as you looked at him, shocked by his words and ready to cry already, “y-you don’t?”

“I mean,” he exhaled nervously, “I don’t just want to be your friend. I…I want to be more than just your friend.”

“Oh,” your eyes grew wide and nervous as you a small flush of pink rose up in his cheeks. He was sure your pretty doe eyes would be the death of him, “l-like a best friend?”

“Silly thing,” your face warmed up when you realized that wasn’t what he meant either. Oh. Oh, “sunshine, I really like you. Not just because you help me when I’m hurt but…it’s everything.”

“Oh,” he chuckled softly as he reached over and tenderly touched your face, “I-I like you too, Pete.”

“I know,” he smiled softly, “you’re some kind of wonderful, you know that?”

You weren’t able to find the right words so you settled for a bashful little shrug that had him shaking his head affectionately, “you too, Pete.”

“Listen…” he exhaled softly, “it’s been a long time since anyone’s shown me as much kindness as you have. It’s been a long time since I’ve let someone in. No one knows who I am, really am, besides you. And yeah, it was an accident how you found out, but honestly, I would have told you. I trust you…I like you. It’s hard to…allow myself to get close to people. I don’t want anything to happen and sometimes it can be risky. The last person…the last person I loved died because of it. I couldn’t protect her, and I felt like a huge part of me died that day too. That’s why I’ve always made it a point to keep a distance from a lot of people.”

“Peter…”

“But I don’t want that with you,” he finally got those words out, eyes searching yours to gauge your reaction, “I want to let you in and see you everyday and get to…be with you.”

“I want that too,” you whispered, blinking back a few tears, “Peter…”

“It’s okay,” he gave you a soft smile, “you don’t have to say anything right now. Just know that I appreciate you more than I could ever put into words. I…yeah. Thank you, for everything. I should get going…it’s late and I’m sure you want some rest too.”

He stood up to leave, but you didn’t allow him to get anywhere, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. Peter turned around and gave you a hopeful little smile, “don’t go. Stay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” there weren’t a lot of things you were sure about but Peter Parker was one of them, “we both need some rest. The rest we can figure out later. But for now please just stay.”

“I will,” Peter threaded his fingers through yours with a gentle squeeze, “always.”

[aerkame]

It Was Just The Wind

Warhammer40k reader insert concept one shot (may be others...)

I have many fast thoughts and sometimes it's difficult for me to organize my ideas, but sometimes, certain ones stick, like this one. For my usual Welcome Home fans on here, I hope you don't mind, but there really isn't anyone doing reader inserts and I feel it's my responsibility now to make some. Concept: When you sleep, their universe goes quiet, a ghost town, save for powerful beings that stay behind, and you take the place of the beings that once existed there, free to roam around unbothered. For now at least. Read the bottom for details on this concept.

It was just like the other nights, all the same but also different. Once you felt yourself drift into slumber you had these vivid and all too real dreams. This was something you assumed to be just lucid dreaming, something that happened when a person became self-aware of their own dream.

That was until you got hurt.

You remember it clearly as if it happened just yesterday. In the "dream" there was the skull of...something. It was metallic and covered in neon green fluids. An object stuck out from the side of it's face, a chain-saw? Or was it a sword? A sword-saw you concluded. It was large but clearly man-made.

In an attempt to get a closer look, you slipped on the green liquid and landed on top of the strange skull. The sharp edges of the head sliced the flesh of your arm, leaving a long gash with no blood. You didn't react, not feeling anything, you assumed it was because you were dreaming. No blood came dripping out. It was as if it didn't happen... Suddenly feeling strange, you felt yourself begin to stir and wake.

Eyes shooting open, you looked down with blurry vision as a burning sensation spread throughout your arm. The bed was covered in fresh blood. There was blood dripping from a fresh wound...there was blood dripping from a fresh wound-

Panicking, you stumbled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, opening the cabinet to take out the first aid kit you never thought you would need.

You quickly debated washing the wound but decided against it, it's too deep to do that. You got the pads out and started applying pressure as the gauze was slowly wrapped around, finishing it off with the bandages. It was rushed, but that would have to do for now. You were going to the hospital even though it was late. This was far too much blood for you to ignore.

Getting in the car a bit woozy, you started driving.

It was quiet when you walked in, and surprisingly empty for the most part, only one or two other people were there. When a nurse finally checked on you, you gave the poor excuse that you fell on a sharp metal scrap when walking out in the dark. The nurse gave you a questioning look but got someone to start treating you regardless. You were still trying to process what happened...how it happened, still in shock.

-

The next few nights were absolute nightmares. You didn't want to go back to sleep after that. It was scary to think about. Maybe you were attacked in your sleep? If so, then you should have called the police to check the house. But then again, no one was there when you woke up. It was just you. All alone.

You grew sleep-deprived as the days went by, thankful you have a week off from work due to your injury, but oh, sleep culled you. Your body screamed for rest. So you gave in.

It was different each time like before. You have seen so many places now just by sleeping. Of course you explored with caution now, fully aware that getting hurt wherever there was, would result in injury to yourself here in your own body.

Eventually you had begun making literal maps of these places. Your memory was so fresh that each time you awoke you sketched landmarks and whatever else would help with mapping. It was strange and scary at first, but over time you grew to love these little adventures in dreamland.

There was what you assumed to be different planets with aliens and their own cultures. At least that's what you could guess from what was left behind. You felt like an archeologist almost. You did wonder though, why did everything look so fresh? There were no living beings around each time you visited, at least none you had come across yet.

Regardless of the strange circumstances, adventure called to you, so you slept.

This dream was different from the rest.

Tonight, you found your conscious in what looked like a cathedral or some kind of golden palace. Statues, stained glass windows, and art surrounded the halls. You followed along a grand hall slowly, taking everything in. You did not want to forget a single detail from tonight. It was beautiful. So ethereal.

Hallways looped around in one big circle from what you could tell, leading to a center hallway, that must be main path.

Quickly walking down the hallway, you stopped and looked up.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me..."

Stairs upon stairs stacked each other, leading up to what must be a throne room. Each step was human-sized, if human-sized humans were 7ft giants. You felt like a child trying to get up the stairs. But that wasn't going to stop the ever-growing curiosity in you. Lifting yourself up, you started walking up the stairway as best you could. One big step at a time.

Finally reaching the last set of stairs you sighed. You were going to be exhausted when you woke up for sure.

Rolling onto your side, you sat up almost immediately, not needing endurance in your dreams as you scanned your surroundings. It was more beautiful up here than anywhere else. Pillars were decorated in what looked like long strips of paper with unknown language written on them, something you saw often on battlefields attached to pieces of armor and sometimes guns. You wished you could stay here forever, it was so grand and dreamy to look at.

A small noise caught your attention. Something creaked shortly a few times before stopping again. You looked behind you for the sound, finally noticing the gigantic throne built into the wall.

There, sat what looked like the skeleton of a human, a large human. That must have been why everything here is so big. It's for these guys.

You slowly started walking towards the throne for a closer look, throwing your previous caution to the wind. The skeleton had wires and strange machines threading through the body, connecting to the armrests and behind the backseat. A single lens stuck out from one eye socket with another optic sealed behind.

Unable to reach the throne steps without climbing it, you decided to just look from a distance. You didn't want to be disrespectful even if this stranger was dead. Deciding to just look, not touch, you put your hands together to give a small prayer for the stranger. Whatever happened to them must have been awful. The prayer wasn't towards any particular god or religion, it was just something open-ended that you often did for others. Another creak sounded, grabbing your attention. This time the sound was right in front of you. You squinted...

The tips of the fingers were moving, gripping the very ends of the armrests.

Strong skeletal fingers left indents in the armrests, moving so slowly you wouldn't even know there was movement save for the throne creaking under the pressure. This person was still alive. There was someone alive here with you.

Your voice was caught in your throat as you looked up to stare into the skeleton's optics. There was no signs of life in them, no movement to take note of. So how is this happening...

"Ah!-"

You flinched grabbing the front of your head.

There was a sharp pain and then a swirling fuzzy feeling. It slowly spread downwards to the rest of your body. You slumped forwards before falling over, struggling to move your limbs that grew numb, everything felt so weird. It was like something-someone was trying to use your limbs for you, you felt like a puppet.

Struggling, you managed to fight back the numbing sensations and look once more at the throne. A single red eye stared back you.

The blankets went flying as you yelled, arms flailing and legs kicking now able to move. You sat stunned for a few moments, before finally processing what happened. "I think I need a therapist."

Looking at the clock, it read 7:45AM.

With a sigh you got up to make breakfast, maybe next time you'll find some answers.

-

It was strange. Well, everything has been strange recently. Rumors of The Emperor returning have been spreading all over the planet. But there has yet to be proof, only some bits here and there saying that the throne's armrests have been destroyed. Some say that it was the shear will of The Emperor's might that let him wake if only for a moment, and some say that the throne just needs to be maintained. There has been much speculation and no answers.

Whatever the answer is, it doesn't change the excitement that comes from said rumors, it has boosted the morale and spirit of mankind. But it also does not explain the memory relapses.

Everyone has experienced it almost daily now, even the xeno enemies that threaten humanity.

Short periods of times, usually seconds or milliseconds, lost. Not one person can remember those moments. It's like no one was around. As short of a time as it was, it still concerned many.

It's almost like nothing, but there was something. Who knows, maybe it was just the wind.

-

Some things I wanted to clarify about this concept:

The reader is not affected and can not interact with The Warp or deamons because the reader does not exist to them technically, they aren't from that universe. If a deamon tried possession it'd be like trying to posses a thought, not a physical being. Think of the reader as a projection or astral projection. You are there but not really. there's no real body...buuut, the reader can interact with physical structures or dead bodies. Things that aren't alive.

Because of #1, it is assumed that the reader can not be seen, heard, smelled, or felt by anyone either (unless they're powerful enough). Though I don't think you would want to test that out in the 40k universe, let's just stay hidden yeah?

Once the reader wakes back up, everything that did not exist previously in the 40k universe comes back as if nothing happened, as if no time at all passed. Save for the few beings that did stay along with anything that is dead. Some beings remember these strange events. They know...and oh, looks like you might have left a evidence of your presence behind. Maybe you aren't as invisible as you thought.

Why did this happen? Let's just say something or someone made a connection to the conscious of the reader, making them a conductor to The Warp or whatever was used to do this. It could have been anything really, maybe a Librarian? Perhaps someone greater did this...maybe The Emperor. He might not be physically able-bodied, but he defiantly seems to be mentally and phykilogically(phykerly?) there.

Forgive me if I got some things wrong biologically, I only have first aid training so I was writing based on that. You'd be shocked at how little blood it takes for you to pass out or die. Our skin also slices pretty easily so I wouldn't be surprised if someone sliced their whole arm open from falling on something as small as aa sheet of metal.

I know Warhammer 40k reader insert fanfictions are not as popular, but I really do want to explore that and come up with concepts that would fit and make sense such as this one with a 21st century reader.

[pookielious]

Damsel in Distress

Carwood lipton x ronald speirs

♤

I'd been the day two of Easy company's occupation of haguenau, they were all glad to be covered by 4 walls and a roof compared to bastogne and the damp, frozen foxholes they'd gotten used to. Lipton had managed to catch pneumonia at some point during bastogne but he'd but worrying about it on the back burner due to all of the crap easy company had been thrown, they needed someone to help them along.

like a mother hen too her chick's he was wary to leave the company in the hands of only speirs for the most part, not because he doubted his skills but because he hadn't been part if the company for all that long, though, he'd quickly been gaining the respect of the company even well before

He'd been sitting on the couch in the the ground floor of the new sleeping quarters for easy, his lungs felt heavy and he'd been coming down with a fever. Despite doc roes advice to just rest he didn't want to go lay down downstairs, people kept coming in and out always looking for someone so he'd decided to just say put on the quite frankly gross couch

He'd been reading the back of a juicy fruit thar Johnny Martin had been so kind as to give him, after stealing it from Luz of course.

"Didn't I tell you to move down stairs lipton?" Carwood looked up, seeing speirs who'd just walked in, taking off his oversized helmet

"Sir" lip greeted "people kept coming in , just trying to make myself useful still" lip covered his mouth before a coughing fit insued

Speirs ran a hand through his hair before walking over, taking his canteen off of the connection to his pants " here"

Speirs held to canteen to his mouth, helping lipton drink the water inside "nice and easy lip"

"Thanks" lip moved the canteen from his lips , he cleared his throat lightly " lew was looking for you by the way, Harry too I think"

" yeah I found them, it was about the patrols"

"also Johnny came by, " he paused to take another sip of the canteen to try and stop the coughing before it started "left you a Herseys and a juicy fruit he wasn't sure what you liked better"

Speirs didn't answer, Instead he put the back of his hand on liptons forehead "God, your burning up"

"I'm fine" the sick man insisted , looking back at the wrapper

"You have pneumonia and a fever for christ sake, go to bed "

"I'm fine, you need a receptionist" lip shrugged, being stuck in bed being useless while everyone else did somthing sounded worst than getting sent to a aid station

"Ill get somone else to do it, Luz or someone "

"Luz was exploding houses or somthin' last time I heard"

"Carwood" speirs said, lip looked up raising a eyebrow "when I come back I better see you in bed" speirs sighed softly, putting his helmet back on, not bothering to take his canteen back "I mean it"

"Yes sir" lip said , with no actual intentions of doing it

~~

lipton hadn't moved a inch by the evening time , he'd felt worst while he was there so he's curled up under the cover, feeling cold though in reality he was boiling, the pain of breathing had stopped him from sleeping

Quite a few people had came and checked on him but there wasn't much they could do, doc roe having been no where found for whatever reason he just lied there, wrapped up to his chin in

It wasn't suprising that by the time speirs had returned he still hadn't moved a muscle

He didn't bother to open his eyes , he could hear the heavy footsteps of his boots walk over and stop next to him, then yet again a hand on his forehead

"you're just getting worst " speirs said outloud, lip simply gave a mumbled affirmative in response

Speirs gently moved liptons legs , lip coughed slightly by the time it had stopped and before he had time to question he'd been swiftly picked up into Ron's arms "jee" lipton laughed slightly "make me feel like a real damsel in distress capt'n " a small cough following shortly behind

It seemed that speirs didn't have a problem lifting both the man and the small amount of weighted gear he'd still had on him

Speirs went down stairs where one or 2 men had been sleeping while some of the others where just shooting the shit about whatever it was that was on their minds in the last few days

He brought lip to a small hallway that led to two rooms and brought him into the first, he had some gear in it along with just some nicknacks speirs had swiped in the last day or so

"Ain't this your room?" Lipton said as he was set down

"Yeah," he replied as he threw a blanket over him "just wait here I'm gonna go get doc"

Before lipton could fight speirs was gone , he really didn't want to stay there and rest, there was alot to do and alot he could've been helping with

He uncovered himself and sat up rubbing his eyes a little, before standing up and walking to the door

He turnt the door and heard it click but ot didn't open. He paused for a moment

"Seriously?" He said to himself, speirs had locked the door from the outside?

He banged on the door "boys !" He called out holding a cough back , he heard some shuffling and the sound of boots coming closer

"Heya sarg!- or Lieutenant now, huh"

"George" lipton greeted "would you unlock the door please" he coughed out

"Sheesh , you sound horrible " Luz laughed a little

"Luz" he stared at the door, eyes heavy

"Sorry sir but we're all under very strict orders notta let you out"

"For God sake george "

He heard another voice speak up "sorry lip, we don't want to end up like those POWS yknow ?"

"You too babe?" He tried to open the door again

"Sorry lip" the Philadelphian said

"Or that drunk officer" George added on

"Fine" lipton sighed, he wasn't particularly in the best condition to try and take down the door himself, he couldn't think of a better way to get out either, with no windows or anything I'm the room

He went and sat of the chair in the corner in defeat he heard the feet scurrying away as he drifted to sleep

He woke up to the sound of the door creaking open, he opened a eye to see the young medic and speirs

"Locking me in a room is cruel, and definitely unusual " he said tiredly

"I knew you'd try to leave, I planned accordingly" speirs shrugged

"Let's take a look at you ,yeah LT?" The cajun his way towards him, resting his bad on the night table

"since your here I guess so" he sighed

Gene did a quick exam, lip felt for him, having to take care of him with the little they taught him in taccoa about lung related illness, speirs watched behind crossing his arms

"Still just pneumonia it seems, there's not much I can do about it, we're still low on medication and allat'" gene said digging through his bag

"I know, I'm sorry I didn't want to bother you in the first place gene"

"Dont be what would i be here for then?" Eugene pulled out a pill bottle "You oughta rest though, drink water, and take these every few hours alright?" He handed the officer the bottle

" cold air aint gonna do you much better, just try to stay dry and not out in the rain or somethin' "

"Thanks doc" he took the bottle

"Course ' let me know if anything gets worst, if you can't breathe or anything" he put the bag back on

"Thanks" speirs said , giving gene a nod as he passed by

Lipton sighed looking at the pill bottle, opened it and shook a few out

"You need to eat too" speirs held out his canteen cup , full of God knows what, whatever the hell the cooks make. Lipton made a face and too his head "im oka-" he coughed slightly

"Sure you are"

"Really I'm just going to take a nap , I'll eat later" lip reasoned with him, swallowing the pills quickly

"If you say so" Ron put the tin on the table "sleep well lip" speirs walked out , not bothering to stay because he knew he had stuff to do

Lip waited a few minutes to see if he'd come back, when he didn't he stood up and walked out of the room

"Lieutenant?" malarkey spoke up "you should go back to—"

"Shut up" he said with a small sigh that made his lungs ache

"Shutting up sir" malark simply looked back at his book and continued reading

~

"I'm fine really dick" he looked at his commanding officer and friend with dead and tired eyes

"What did roe say?" Winters questioned glancing up and nixon for a moment who was sitting by his side as usual, Welsh had been sitting on the counter of what used to be someones kitchen, that was now desinated as a bootleg meeting area

Lip cleared his throat "pneumonia still, nothin he can do about it right now"

"You look horrible lip, maybe you should just sit out your duties today, we move out tomorrow you should just take it easy" Welsh chimed

"I can do it, I just need to know what" he rubbed his eyes

"Not much were mostly just waiting to move out, sparkys gonna find you eventually" lew spoke, taking a sip from his canteen which there wasn't a doubt that was anything but water in. "Speaking of.."

Lip felt someone staring daggers into his back , he knew it was speirs but still looked over anyways

winters took a sip of his coffee "Harry's right, I understand that you want to help but your tired, your sick carwood just rest for today and we'll give you somthing tomorrow if you feel any better"

Lipton looked back over, some clear dissipointment on his face

"Get some rest, that's a order Lieutenant "

"Yes sir" he gave a short salute before making his way to the door, speirs followed after him

"Why do you care so much?' Lipton asked, looking behind him at speirs

"What? I can't care?" Speirs caught up to him, rasing a eyebrow

"I didn't say that" lip sighed "just why do you?"

"The men are worried for you lipton, your basically their parent here, all of the ranking officers are basically but you specifically are easys mother goose yknow?"

"I guess" he took a deep inhale

"So if this lung stuff takes you out of combat, or even better kills you who's suppose to hold these men's hands while they go to combat" he slung his gun over his shoulder by the strap " can't be me, they trust me sure but not like you" he ran his hands through his hair "without terms of ranks, your the leader of easy— been with them since D-day and now you have to stay till the end"

Lip nodded , he could agree been taking care of easy even before dike. Maybe as far back as Toccoa "I think maybe you just like me" he smiled

"Dont get ahead of yourself" speirs said , a small smile appeared on his face

Once they'd gotten back to the house they'd been staying at the two (mostly lipton) was greeted by everyone, happy to see him back with promises of getting rest, speirs practically gave him a look of 'told you so' as they went back to speirs' room

"Your finally not gonna fight me back this time?"

Lip shook his heard lightly "m' tired anyways"

"Should be, you've been all over the place today" speirs leaned on the door frame

"Dont you have a patrol to get back to planning" lip remember vaguely somthing about the patrols from the day prior

"On paper, we're suppose to be but winters isn't making them, they have to report back they couldn't capture anyone— nix is suppose to take care of the rest"

"Smart, I'm glad it's too risky especially this far in" he got into the bed, almost relieved to be back in it

"Yeah, it is" speirs nodded in agreement "we don't need to loose more people this far in"

Lip hummed in agreement ,clearing his throat a little

"Well" ron stood back up straight "I won't keep you up, sleep well lip" he turnt around to leave

"Hey Ron?" Lip called out

Speirs stopped and looked over his shoulder "you want somthin?"

"Yeah. You"

At first lip didn't really realize how that sounded. Not until he saw the stupid little smirk on the others face

"Not like that" lip tried to save himself "just— stay a while, until I fall asleep"

"Sure" he laughed a little "ill stay"

Lip lifted his arm, making the cover over him left as well, making room for speirs under the blanket

Speirs took off the gun from his back along with the assorted weapons he had on his person like grenades before getting in bed with him

Lip put the cover back down, letting is arm just rest on speirs lazily"comfortable?" He asked, closing his eyes

"Yeah" he put his arm around lipton, behind him resting his arm on his shoulder

The two remanded silent for a while, lip enjoying the coolness of Ron compared to his fevered temperature.

"Yknow lip, you were right" speirs said out of nowhere, seemingly for no reason

"I know. I'm always right" he said sarcastically "about what ?"

"You really are a damsel in distress " he smiled

lip huffed out a laugh

"and who's fault is that?"

[snakegorl212006]

Chapter 1 pt 1

I stood upon a plane black as night. Within the blackened void stood a pair of evil's eyes full with malisse. The being roared as a golden light stood behind me. Before I could figure out who it was, I stood back in Ninjago city.

"This one bedroom one half bath is a cozy dream" the realtor said as she showed us around "who needs extras when everything is at arms reach" she continued "this looks uh.. Promising” Cole committed. I slightly sighed as I stood in the hallway "you look tired" Lloyd said "you guessed right. Defeating the Devourer who happens to be your mom leaves your brain in shambles" I replied "then you should rest! Every ninja should get proper sleep" Lloyd suggested "a ninja?" I questioned "ya, you're one of us now. A ninja and a hero" Lloyd answered I smiled. The realtor lured us to a much greater suit which had eight bedrooms. The only reason why we got it is because of the training facility. After that the ninja got day jobs and were out most of the day. The following week I was helping Lloyd by holding the punching bag. The ninja came in and all I heard was their complaints over their jobs. I sighed and headed over and looked at the jar. They're barely halfway there. "Um. Do you need anything like some extra cash"  I asked. "We'll be ok. I'll be working overtime and doing our parts. You should be training with Lloyd but can you fetch me some more ice" Cole asked and I nodded, slithering away to get more ice. The next day arrives and the ninja are off to work. I made us some.lunch for Lloyd and I. Then I heard the TV turn on so I peaked though to see Lloyd playing a video game. He groans in disappointment. I made him Ramen and I got myself a sandwich, then I made my way over to him and sat down to watch him play. I relaxed after giving him his food. As he played I saw something on the screen 'skales' I thought. Assuming Lloyd saw the same thing as he turned to the window and gasped. Without a second thought I pressed numbers on the pad as Lloyd is trying to open the door by force. I heard a breaking of glass and I turned around to see that scales had successfully infuriated the room. "What do you want with me?" Lloyd asked "You seem to be the only thing your father cares about. But with you as my hostage he'll have no choice but to let me lead the Serpentine" scales explained as he grew closer. I pulled out a knife I snagged from the kitchen but he still grows closer "let's train" scales said. "Hello what's going on in there" Wu called which gave me a perfect opportunity to attack Skales. He hissed at my advice and attacks back but I dodge and, using my tail,end up throwing him out the same window he came in. I sighed as Wu and Nya entered "Angela !" Lloyd called as he came to my aid "are you alright" he asked "ya.. just a bit winded. I'm never gonna attempt a flip again" I said as I flopped on my back "and my tail hurts" I mumbled ,resting my eyes then ending up taking a nap. I wake up in the back of a truck as the ninja was moving things inside a building. I'm guessing they moved out of the other place because of what happened "good evening Angeal, how was your rest" zane asked "better I'm just a little bit sore but I'm fine" i replied brushing my back. I sat up and stretch "i just need some food in my belly then I'm good" i said as i slithered off the truck to assist in transporting my things.

[gravyhoney]

Cw// gun/weapon

Let me into your brain about the silly legos (hc’s) - ✧

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ABOUT MY HCS‼️‼️

Idk which Legos you were referring to so I will make a HC post for Ninjago characters since it’s what I’m currently hyperfixating on.

Buckle in for an extremely long post because I am insane. Cutting it to keep it organized for u guys 🫶

So one thing about me is that I love incorporating other people’s headcanons into my own. And sometimes that leads to some contradicting headcanons, so in my little brain I have like, multiple different sets of headcanons for a bunch of different characters while also having My Headcanons, those being the ones I believe in the most/came up with without outside influence. I will be listing My Headcanons, but I type that entire preface to explain why some of my posts might be contradictory of the headcanons I list here 🫶

It’s gonna go like this in no particular order. (The order of how excited I am to share my hcs for them)

Character name- gender/pronouns, sexuality

List of headcanons

——————————————————

General-

Their eye color aligns with their element, they all have their natural eye colors, but after realizing/unlocking their elemental powers, they began to change.

Adding onto the above hc, Kai and Nya's eyes are still pretty dull due to them being like, the last two to realize their powers, while Jay's are extremely bright and vibrant.

Jay- she/they (occasionally he) transfem + gender-fluid, bisexual

Hard of hearing, wears hearing aids. I think the hearing loss has always been there, but I think her elemental power just worsened it, bc you know. Thunder loud.

That being said, I think she was the first to get her elemental powers. I think they got them when she was like, a really really young kid.

Has heterochromia.

Came out as trans like, mid-prime empire.

Has psychosis and suffers from delusions.

Not rlly a Jay hc, but related. Their mom gave them up because she was desperately hoping they wouldn't have an elemental power, but if she did, they'd be near unfindable because she lived through hell and didn't want Jay to have to go through the same.

AuDHD

Nya- she/they transfem nonbinary, bisexual demiromantic

Has a tremor after un-merging with the ocean.

Her and Kai both have pretty bad anger issues.

SHE CAN BREATHE UNDERWAAAATTTEEERRRRR I believe she can ok?

For a long time after Hands Of Time she hates the way she looks because of how much she looks like her mom.

Still holds a heavy resentment against their parents, because even though it wasn't their choice to leave, them and Kai still had to grow up alone.

Fucking hates the taste of cinnamon.

Has time blindness, but only after un-merging with the ocean. She became disoriented and confused about the passage of time after being the ocean for so long.

Sometimes they still feel pulled back to the water.

Best friends with Cole (I believe this one wholeheartedly)

ADHD

Lloyd- he/they nonbinary, aroace

Has insomnia, and a sleepwalking problem when he can get to sleep.

Looked fairly human when he was young, but as he got older, his Oni and Dragon features started showing more.

The feelings he felt for Harumi was mostly confusion because she was the first girl he got close to that didn't have what felt like an 'older sister' role in his life.

Really likes bugs.

Has auditory processing disorder.

Their body doesn't regulate temperature regularly.

Religiously watches iceberg videos.

Likes wearing more loose fitting, baggy clothing.

High-empathy autistic.

Kai- he/him transman, bisexual

He and Nya both have pretty bad anger issues.

He likes occasionally dressing femininely, but usually decides against it because he’s afraid people won’t take him seriously.

HIS ASS IS NOT THE DESIGNATED DRIVER

Has burn scars that go pretty far up his arms due to his own elemental power.

Extremely high body heat, has to wear gloves to avoid burning people at the touch.

Has a pretty bad memory due to constant concussions (his ass got beat to shit CONSTANTLY)

Was stealth trans for a while, because he wanted people to take him seriously, but stopped caring after a while and is extremely open about his identity.

Has a deep paranoia that he’s going to hurt the people he cares about, and is constantly over correcting at ever little mistake.

ADHD

Cole- he/they, gay ace grey-aro

After the events of DOTD he has to use a mobility aid for a while while he gets accustomed to having a body again.

Body-image issues.

He feels like he’s supposed to be in charge of keeping everyone safe.

Best friends with Nya and Vania (I believe in this one SO hard.)

He loves cooking, and is very defensive about it. NOBODY is allowed in the kitchen while he's cooking (except Nya she's his taste tester).

Has constant night terrors and has a very detailed sleep routine to avoid them.

Super good with kids.

Girls girl (gender neutral).

OCD + ADHD.

Zane- they/them agender, panromantic ace

Will sometimes pick up little crafts or projects, jack of all trades type vibe.

Is actually SUPER up to date with every single internet trend or meme.

Can't taste (bc they're a nindroid...) but fr thought for years that all food just had no taste until the robot reveal and they're like 'ohh'

Has constantly wildly shifting morals.

Genuinely the scariest of the group, sometimes freaking out everyone else. This makes them sad. They present themselves in such a way to make them approachable.

Has a tendency to blame themself when everything goes wrong.

Refuses to talk about their feelings to anyone else, bottling it up.

Autistic.

Pixal- any pronouns agender, unlabeled ace

Runs every single online forum about the ninja, none of them know.

Always has to feel useful, or she gets stressed out easily.

Listens to podcasts when he works.

Wildly defensive.

Felt a little unworthy of the Samurai X title when nobody knew it was them.

Low-empathy autistic.

Skylor- she/they, lesbian

True neutral (generally looks out for herself, doesn't really do things for the greater good, but for her own sake)

Doesn't remember her mom at all, she passed away when she was extremely young.

After the events of S4 she completely uprooted her life, changed literally everything about herself to disconnect herself from her father. Renamed the noodle shop, and completely rewrote the menu.

Makes most of her own clothes.

Picked up painting, is insanely good at it.

Slightly self destructive, constantly trying to distance themself from the ninja, but Kai always drags her back.

Realized her elemental power at a very young age, mostly because of her father.

BPD + CPTSD.

Vania- she/fae/it/he transwoman, lesbian aromantic

Very talkative.

Writes to Cole a lot (she has both a phone and his phone number it just likes writing to him).

Plays a lot of instruments, faer favorites being the harp and the violin.

Extremely anxious that she's not going to be a good queen, constantly overcorrecting.

Really indecisive and always changing his mind.

AuDHD

Harumi- she/he bigender, pansexual

Probably bites people.

Because of how sheltered she was with the royal family, she doesn't know a lot of basic life skills, and had to teach herself near everything she knows.

He did learn how to sew, and mends his own clothes.

Has albinism.

Always blaming her problems on other people, that being a product of the extreme pressure he was under when princess.

ADHD + CPTSD.

Sora- she/they/various neos transfem, lesbian

Always has to be busy, or she will start spiraling.

Wildly protective of Arin.

Was constantly getting into fights in the early days of living in the crossroads, very quickly learned they'd have to constantly fight to survive.

Talks about xer childhood like 'haha yeah it be how it be :)' and everyone listening is completely horrified.

Views everyone she meets as a threat until they prove they aren't.

Really likes reading, her favorite genre being sci-fi.

Does some creative writing, but has never shown anyone her writing.

Love language is quality time.

Since realizing their elemental power, she's had a tremor in her hands. She hates it.

Low-empathy autistic + OCD.

Arin- he/they transmasc, unlabeled aroace

Needs people to be in the kitchen when he bakes, he's very social.

Wildly protective of Sora

Has night terrors, has never talked about it.

Actually really good at fighting dirty if needed. Bro kicks ASS.

Picks at his fingernails.

Has read Sora's writing, (she doesn't know) he finds some comfort in it.

Love language is physical touch.

Is always completely down to prank people, a devious little guy.

Nearsighted, but doesn't ever mention it because he doesn't know.

Craves validation from anywhere he can get it.

Low-empathy autistic + ADHD

Wyldfyre- he/she/they nonbinary, queer greyaro

Anger issues for days.

Really physically strong.

Love language is physical touch.

Has burn scars on their hands and thinks they make them look badass.

Talks loudly because he has hearing loss.

Doesn't know how to interact with people, seeing as she was raised by a dragon.

Low pain tolerance, but knows how to hide it.

It never came up until she started living with people, but he's deathly afraid of seeming weak or incapable.

ADHD

Euphrasia- she/her transwoman, unlabeled ace

Introverted as hell.

Can hold her own in a fight for a surprisingly long time (I know this is not canon compliant, let me be delusional)

Had really long hair, but had a manic episode and cut it all off.

Likes drawing.

Despite her job, she's not too keen on reading.

Autistic

[sasagehoes]

MOONAGE DAYDREAM

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈;; 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⭒˚☽ ✴︎˚｡⋆;; A seer, three raging homosexuals, a loose canon and a tortured poet. That, ladies and gentlemen was the perfect recipe for the ultimate muggle band, The Pantheon was not composed of a single muggle but they managed, with their impressive talent and devoted fans what could possibly go wrong?

1976-1981

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a/n: This takes place on the events before, during and after the wizarding war, this series is part of a series, which will tackle more of the events in the golden trio era, the reader is hispanic but i couldnt care less if you're not, this is for everyone! [translations will be given]. English is not my first language so i apologise for any grammar mistakes. I hope you enjoy!

wc: 3.2k

CW: blood/ cursing/ death and grief/ self harm / bad coping mechanisms

December 30,1975

The Potters decided to host a small New Year's party, inviting not only some acquaintances of their own but their son's best friends as well. The party had gone rather well, and now very few people were left in the house, only the Lupin's, their son, and Sirius Black.

The conversation ranged from what they planned to do for the remainder of their 5th year, what extracurriculars they would sign up for, and if Remus could spend the night with the two other boys. His mother was rather compliant, knowing her son would just sulk if he couldn't sleep over. Lyall, to please her, agreed to it.

After they left, the three boys helped Monty clean around the kitchen and living room. Just as Euphemia was closing up the windows, a sudden bang was heard from the floo entrance in the living room. Everyone met there, wands in hand, expecting a robber or something worse, with everything going on nowadays, one could only expect the worse.

But for the Potters, it was far worse than that.

There you stood, caked in blood - panting, eyes focused on anything but the people in front of you. Euphemia was the first to rush to your aid, dropping her wand in the process.

"Merlin, what happened dear, are you alright!?" she asked hurriedly, roaming her hands around your arms to see if the blood was seeping from any visible wounds.

"Who is she? Is she alright?" A panicked Remus asked, clearly confused.

"Monty, please talk to her she's not responding," Euphemia said with tears in her eyes

Monty rushed to your still body and held your head in his hands.

"Mi niña, estas bien, I need you to snap out of it. we need to know what happened," he spoke much more loudly while shaking you slightly

At that, your eyes fixed at his, and that's when realization really hit, your mother was dead, you killed that man, everything had happened.

The tears started coming out before any sobs could escape you.

"Sirius please go get me some wet towels, now please" Euphemia said sternly, the boy did just as told.

From the kitchen, he could hear you crying, speaking. In what he could perceive was Spanish. After all, French and Spanish did share its diminutive similarities.

Once he came back with two damp towels, his heart froze for a moment.

Your hands were bleeding profusely, yet the pattern was no normal wound.

Blood magic runes. They were deep and done with precision, looking at them closely they were for-

"Sirius please! the towels" Euphemia yelled, and he snapped out of it, muttering a small apology

“Remus, in the drawer underneath the sink there's a bottle of dittany, please get it for me" Monty ordered and the boy basically ran, so many questions on his mind

‘Who was she?', 'will she be alright?', and most important 'what the fuck happened to her?’

he sprinted back to the living room, Dittany in hand, "Here," he gave it to James quickly

"Dame tu mano" James said to you and you shook your head { give me your hand}

"It won't heal, I think I used a werewolf claw" you say mid hiccups.

This made the room fell silent

"What happened ? " Remus asked, you looked at him with wide eyes

"They came home... I had to do something, I really didn't mean to- " you looked back at your bleeding hands.

"Who is they? " Sirius asked.

"Mortifagos" you replied looking directly at him, horrified

Remus and Sirius shared a rather confused look.

"Death eaters, that's death eaters in Spanish isn't it?" James said, mortified, looking at his father.

Euphemia took a shaky breath before talking.

"We'll talk more in the morning, now give me your hands, the Dittany won't clear the scarring, the process will be somewhat faster and the risk of infection will be less"

Her fingers carded through your hair as if to calm you down, even if it was a little bit.

You obliged and gave her your hands, she took the vial from James and added a few drops onto the wounds

You winced at the searing pain but pulled through it. The wound had improved slightly, no blood seeped and the color had turned from a crimson red to slight pink just like Remus’s scars.

"Le busco ropa?" James asked and his father nodded. { do i go find her some clothes?}

He ran up the stairs and his friends followed suit.

"James, who the hell is that? '' Remus asked. "You know how I told you two that I lived in the Caribbean until I was seven right?" he asked, now in his room rummaging through his drawers in search of a change of clothes.

They both nodded, "We were basically raised together, her mom and my dad being childhood friends and all that. We left once my parents noticed how they treated wizards and witches back there. I wrote to her until I entered Hogwarts, the letters wouldn't go through, I haven't seen nor heard of her since.."

"What a way to rekindle -" Sirius scoffed, causing Remus to shove his elbow to his side.

"If it truly was death eaters, this is really bad, they've been getting worse every day. " Remus added.

"I can't even think of what they wanted with her, hell we don't even know what happened!" James said, agitated.

"Mate, you need to calm down, we know you want to help but we can't just bombard her with questions from the get go-"

Sirius added, seriously.

The talk was cut short when you showed up at the entrance of the room.

"Effy told me you were looking for some clothes I could wear, Sorr-" you were cut off by James slamming himself to you in a rib crushing hug.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you," he said, his tears staining your already blood soaked clothes.

You hugged him back and let more tears spill.

"You don't have to apologize Jamie, it's alright" . Your giggles which sounded more like hiccups engulfed the room.

He pulled away and took your head in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe any stray tears

"Give me a second yeah?" he sniffled and went to get the change of clothes. "Here, the bathroom is just around the corner."

You nodded and peeked your head over his shoulder.

"¿Quienes son esos?" you ask, pointing at the two boys standing in his room as if they were statues {who are those}.

"Oh! Right uh this is Sirius Black" he said pointing at the guy with long black hair

"And that is Remus Lupin" pointing at the tall one with scars littering his face

They both waved awkwardly, and you waved back.

"Pleasure to meet you both..I'm Y/n Rouge, sorry we had to meet on such drastic - circumstances" your voice hoarse yet not an ounce of shyness nor shame was present in your statement

"No need to apologize, we just hope you're alright" Sirius said with a gentle smile and Remus nodded

"Whatever you need we'll be here, just knock" the latter followed.

You nodded in acknowledgment, a smile on your face and left. Closing the door on the way out.

You had never been to the Potters residence in Britain, to say it was beautiful was an understatement. The walls had gorgeous wallpaper that your mother would've killed Fleamont for and were littered with pictures of the three, some included a slightly younger Sirius. Although you would love to stay and admire their house, the shower called out to you.

As soon as the water hit your body you sighed. The grime and blood washed down the rain, you could barely feel the stinging from the wounds around your body, you let your mind relax, you could spiral later.

You sat on the bathtub and laid there, warm water surrounding your body as you thought about what you would do next, you couldn't possibly go back but staying was also out of the question, you couldn't put the Potters in danger as well. They were your extended family, you couldn't bear the pain that losing them would bring.

So much for spiraling later.

Once you felt clean enough you exited the tub and dried yourself down. Now that you had the time to cool down your whole body ached, making you aware of all the bruises and nips your skin had received.

You tried to pay them no mind and put on the clothes James had given you. they were bloody huge but hey at least you didn't stink up a whole room.

You walked to the room Effy had said you could sleep in, the bed was so soft and welcoming, you fell asleep as soon as your eyes closed.

December 31, 1975

You were woken up by the smell of pancakes, and the rays of sunlight hitting your face

oh and of course James screaming at Sirius and Remus was it? yeah those two ,to get up.

you let out a pained laugh, the soreness in your muscles didn't help much with mobility, but gods did those pancakes smell good

You limped your way down the stairs and Euphemia almost bolted out of her chair

"Y/n! I was gonna bring the food up to you, you should be resting" she said panicking

"I'm alright Effy, truly but thank you nonetheless" you say with a smile.

Once you sat down on the table, you greeted everyone, as long as you avoided thinking about it it was as if it never happened so you opted to start some casual banter.

"So-”

“Don't try to act like nothing happened” Fleamont quickly intervened, cutting you off

James all but dropped his fork and sternly replied “Don't start pressuring her to talk dad, give her time for Godric’s sake”

Sirius knew this would be the start of a ruckus and sighed while shaking his head

“James Fleamont Potter, don't speak to your father with that tone” Euphemia said, thick accent coming out as it usually did when mad.

Not wanting them to keep bickering you spoke.

"I can't tell you guys anything.. I'd be putting you all in danger"

"Don't start with that dear, there's gotta be something you can tell us" Monty continued

He cared for you a lot, they both did and that's why you didn't want them to know anything, in fear that they would find them. But leaving them in the dark could also make them vulnerable and a possible target.

"Fine, but this doesn't leave this house, that includes you three" your eyes darted to the three boys next to you eating.

They all nodded.

"After mom and I were exiled, a decree was passed, Merpeople, no matter if full or half breeds were to be hunted down" Your explanation was cut short by Sirius and Remus coughing

"You're a mermaid?!" Sirius asked, earning a glare from both you and James. "Sorry" he added embarrassed

"Barely, my mom was less than half, I must have something, just don't know what. Those assholes still wanted it - I thought the decree was implemented by some dictator in our region

But then I saw their wrists, the news had been talking about them for a while, but their attacks have been getting worse as time passes. They took mom, I had to do something so you know" you showed your bandaged hands.

"How did you learn blood magic?" Remus asked suspicious of your methods of learning

He had every right to be skeptical of how you acquired this information afterall, the only ways a person could learn blood magic was through the hands of a demon yet that would send you straight to hell once you perished, and demons being tricky as they come often made the practitioners kill themselves by persuading them, causing them to join them in the pits of hell.

The other way was by finding ancient scripts of said practices, which are hard to come by since they were all purged centuries ago, And if they are any left untouched, they usually are kept hidden and stowed away in some museum’s restricted areas

"No, I didn't work with any demons, I happened to find old transcripts in our family shed a few years back..I swore to never touch them again yet they did come in handy"n you shrugged sensing his suspicion

Sirius knew what rune you had used -

purpureus pluvia.

truly evil, if learned the wrong way, it could kill the caster, If learned right - the person subjected to it would burst - a shower of gore, thus earning it's name - purpureus pluvia- crimson rain.

The Black family had countless books on this topic, strictly forbidden to the young brothers, Sirius being the obedient son he was, of course read them countless times.

He never dared to use any shown in the books, yet it still intrigued him.

You intrigued him.

The toll this spell takes on the caster is immense, especially at such a young age. The fact that you are not a recurrent patient at St Mungos is astonishing..yet worrisome.

“That spell you did was it-” Sirius spoke before getting cut off by you

“I'm sure you already know the answer to that” Your gaze was piercing and not in a good way.

“I just wanted to make sure, i meant no offense” he felt ashamed, truly he didn't mean to make you uncomfortable

“Its quite alright, don't sweat it” You offered a gentle smile, unsure if you had made him feel bad, that not being your intention, your gaze returned to the adults at the table. You had to act now, before they would try to convince you to stay, being stubborn wasn't your strongest suit, but alas you would have to learn, for everyone's sake.

“The food was great as always Effy but I must leave. I have extended my stay far too long, thank you for everything.” Your statement made James almost spit his food.

“Nonsense! You'll stay with us, there's no way I'm letting you go back with your father, nor anywhere near that place” Euphemia was quick and firm with her words.

She knew of your mother's..family line to say the least, and the exile that would soon follow after it being discovered by your father, a pure blood elitist.

“Like I said before, I'm putting all of you in danger by staying here, I'd rather see that man die than you all!” your sudden outburst made you gasp, hand going straight to cover your mouth.

After being quiet for so long and seeing everything unfold, Remus finally spoke up

“The chances of them finding you here are slim to none Rouge, your only risking your life i you leave, unnecessarily so, let me add”

You just glared at him.

“I will not risk it Lupin”

James could not bear to see his most cherished friends spit only vermin at each other

“Por favor, solo consideralo {please, just consider it}” he pleaded, he would not lose you again.

The way his eyes dropped made your heart sink, you couldn't bare it, only sighing before continuing

“Fine, I promise i won't be much of a disturbance” his face instantly lit up even if it was by little

Fleamont went to hug you and Euphemia just smiled

“You've never been a disturbance sweet girl” he said with his embrace.

so much for learning to be stubborn.

The rest of breakfast was to say the least silent, not awkward but rather suspenseful, after the table was cleaned the Potters told the lot of you that they were going to go shop for some things, meaning they'd be by themselves for a couple of hours.

As soon as they left, James started talking about Hogwarts and how amazing it was, he got a little side tracked and had started talking about pranks and grades, making you feel a little lost and confused, no quite catching up what he was saying, your english wasn't bad but it wasn't on the british level.

“James, weren't you all for letting her catch a break? That implies school also.” Remus told him after pulling him away to fetch some supposed drinks. “You're right Moons.. I just don't know what else to talk to her about, I worry about her '' He could only sigh, his glasses slumping down slightly.

While those two talked in the kitchen you tried conversing with Sirius Black, he seemed rather disturbed by the whole ordeal. You both sat on the couch of the living room you had shown up bloodied last night, now completely spotless. He read a muggle magazine that featured a band called the.. Sex Pistols..ain't that interesting!

“Are you alright Sirius?’ you asked him and he just stared at you for a second,his attention now, completely pulled away from the magazine. You feared you had mixed up the names “It was Srius, right? I'm sorry i suck at remembering names” you say with a stifled laugh

“No no, don't worry that is my name, i just thought you were still mad at what i had asked earlier”

“Like I said, I'm not mad nor was mad, I apologize, I just don't want to talk about it.. If that's okay?”

“Completely, sorry for misunderstanding, uh by the way, do you like muggle rock bands by any chance?” he asked, trying to clear out the uncomfortable air the room had as of that moment.

Your eyes instantly brightened “Yes! When I was little I used to take guitar lessons. I've always loved music, it's just so relaxing, you know?”

His smile grew at your response

“You'd have to teach me” he laughed and you nodded with a smile

“I suck at teaching but i can sure try”

As the other two heard the laughs emanating from the two of you they came back with a confused look on their faces.

“Everything alright?” James asked with a smile

“Who knew she would be so interesting!” Sirius laughed and you pretended to be offended, throwing his magazine at him “What's that supposed to mean” he fixed his hair as it was slightly messed up by your awesome aim. “Oh shit now you've done it Rouge, you messed up his hair..it's too late for you now” Remus was now the one laughing and James was soon to follow.

As the laughing stopped you looked at Remus and narrowed your eyes “You, young man stop calling me Rouge, you know my name. It makes me feel like an old hag” at that sirius snickered again. Remus nodded with a smile “Noted”

“So Hogwarts…i recall in your last letter you talked about houses, i'm still so confused” You made a face as you said houses, as you looked at James

“So once you come to the school, you get sorted, there's Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw,,Slytherin, and the best Gryffindor” James answered.

You hummed amused by the organization of students

“So you three just live there..all year long?"

“Well yes, but we do come back for breaks”

“And how do they determine what your house will be?”

“It's your personality, we are all Gryffindor, bold and loyal say the books” Remus answered

“It'll be fun discovering what house you'll be in when you enroll this semester” Sirius spoke still reading his magazine

“Huh?” was your only response and James only shrugged

“You seriously thought you weren't coming to school with us?” he said calmly

“You're not serious” you couldn't fathom ever going to a wizarding school..not with the decree bak home and everything, this was the best thing you had heard since the summer of ‘66.

“You're right I'm not, he’s Sirius” he added pointing at his best friend.

“That has to be the lamest joke i've heard Prongs” Sirius said with a teasing smirk, and the laughing resumed.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad afterall .

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Guilt

FFXivWrite 2024 Day 4 Prompt Reticent

Ruru ran the whet stone over the edge of the blade letting the repetitive motions distract her from the aches of her joints as outside their new headquarters the "Falling Snows" as Haurchefant had dubbed it a blizzard raged. Not far away Alphinaud sat, the normally gregarious boy silent, staring blankly into the fire blazing in the hearth. She knew he had things he wanted to say, things he needed to say. But the boy just couldn't quite bring himself to voice them, yet.

The pair were techinally alone there in the main room Tataru had cried herself to sleep and was curled in a corner on a maksift mattress under a pile of furs. Yugiri was on an errand for Ruru, clandestinely gathering the belongings and soulstones that had been left behind in Ruru's quarters in the Rising Stones. Haurchefant had returned to his duties as lord of Dragon Head after giving some small words of encouragement to the boy which he had definetly taken to heart before sinking back into his quiet remorse.

So at the moment the only sounds to be heard was the rasp of the stone on the blade, the crackle and pop of the fire and the soft distant wail of the wind outside. Ruru watched out of the corner of her sky blue eyes waiting for the enevabtle words that the boy was overtly rolling around in his mind.

Finally after what seemed like an age Alphinaud spoke, "I….I owe you an apology Ruruma. I dragged you into that mess with the Crystal Braves and my…hubris has now made you a wanted criminal…."

She stilled the stone on the blade and snorted, "Ye didn't drag me into anything lad. Had I not wanted to aid you in that little endeavor I would have told you to shove it up yer arse."

He jerked and looked at her in utter shock, "You…wanted to help me…?"

The Lalafell looked the young Elezen in the eye and nodded, "It was a good idea boy. The Scions had taken a devestating blow after the Empire struck the Waking Sands. We were struggling to rebuild our numbers and the Grand Companies were too taxed with their own internal problems to reliably and easily supplement our ranks each time the Primals were summoned. So having a unified force that could handle thorny problems was a sound idea."

"If a bit naive," Alphinaud stated bitterly

Ruru shook her head, "No what was naive was not expecting something like the Syndicate to sink its claws into such a thing. Naive was believing that all the random folks we gathered were above corruption. Naive was not listening to the fact that rumors were abound about the Syndicate funding parts of it. The goal was admirable, some of the execution was naive but well meant. You wanted to believe in the good of those gathered. Hells boy so did I,"

He blinked in surprise at that and she gave him an amused smirk, "I can be prone from time to time to bouts of foolish alturism. Why the hells do you think I became an adventurer? Its not the coin boy, I could have easily made that if I had stayed with my family. I did it because I wanted to protect people, to keep them safe and, hells take me, because I believed that for the most part there is good in people that deserves to be protected."

He just nodded clearing digesting her words before stating, "Regardless I still feel that I owe you an apology…."

She shook her head, "No, Lorolito had this plan in place for a long time. I guarantee you even if I had not become part of the Scions or the Warrior of Light he still would have found a way to implicate me as the murderer. When I first came out of retirement I had gotten involved in bit of business stopping him from killing a man who just wanted to make a better time o it for his fellows and that had evidence that Lorolito at least had ties to Ascians. I had a target on my back from that day with him."

"I..see." he responded

"Listen Alphinaud, its fine to take responsibility for mistakes but don't let them rule you. Take it from somebody who has, in her lifetime, made a lot of mistakes. Some of which have gotten good people killed." she stated a shadow creeping in her eyes, "Learn from your mistake and move forward. The traitors will get whats coming to them one way or another. And I'm sure that among the Braves there are some good souls that truly believed in the cause. And they will try to continue to do the work even if it isn't as that paticular collective."

"Even still…"

"You don't owe me a damn thing boy. I made the choice to support the idea. I helped recruit the folks involved. Hells boy do you think I don't regret getting Wilred involved in that mess given what became of him?"

"That wasn't…"

"My fault, nor yours. The fault lies in the bastards that gutted him. What was my fault was getting him there in the first place. I know this and I have to live with it," she stated harshly, "What I am trying to say is you don't have to apologize for the choice I made lad. Again I could have, and would have if I had wanted to, told you to bugger off and shove it I wasn't gonna get involved."

"But, you didn't…"

"Aye ye dolt cause I also believed in it and thought it was a good plan. Now stop yer mopeing and start thinking about what our next moves are gonna be. Cause its gonna be a damn sight harder to fight any Primal with the charges of regicide hanging over our heads." she finished

Alphinaud for a solid second seemed to gape like a fish out of water before shaking himself and nodding, "Aye you have a point. While I suspect that both the Admiral and the Elder Seedseer don't genuinely believe the charges it will be difficult to call upon us without risking the breaking of the Alliance."

Ruru nodded, "Exactly, so use that tatical brain of yours to scheme up ways they can call us if its needed. Cause we both know the beastribes aeint gonna stop just cause the Scions aient there."

"Quite," he responded then once again began to be contemplative but this time Ruru could tell it was in a far more productive way than earlier had been.

Lad don't need to kick his own ass so she thought to herself knowing full well how destructive to ones self that line of thinking could be.

She hadn't been lying to him about having made mistakes. She had made a lot that had indeed cost many lives. And one thing she had learned in all this time dwelling on them, letting the guilt eat at you did not do well for personal well being.

Besides lad, I'll be doing enough o that for the both of us she silently told him in her minds eye once again flashing the dying Sultana. The poor woman clutching at her closing throat as Ruru watched on helpless unable to do anything thanks to the ancient wards. All of the snippets of conversations with Riol, all the little clues that pointed to what had happened that she had missed.

Me ,who had grown up in Ul'dah, who knew what lengths that bastard Lorolito would go to ensure he came out on top. Who has had years of experience seeing schemes and plots and I missed every damn point. She mentally growled at herself as she eyed the edge of the blade to ensure it was honed enough. No lad don't be the one to bear the blame ye've not the shoulders to support it. Me, well I got em and will keep havin em as is my lot

Satisfied that she had sharpened the blade enough she then began to inspect the rest of her equipment looking for signs of wear or damage that needed repair. Still using the familiar routine as a means to distract her from the ache in her aging joints and the grief in her heart forcing herself to keep pressing on as she always did for she knew what would happen if she didn't. Outside the winds of the storm howled as if they echoed the turmoil within her.

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hey could i request 27 with jack russell for the spring prompts, i adore your writing and would love to see what you come up with xx

A/N - I love this of our Jack! Thank you for requesting this, anon!

Recover

Summary - Jack's allergies heighten after his transformation under the full moon.

Warnings - Just some fluff

"Tilt your head back for me,"

Jack leaned back on the couch, his stuffy nose was heard consistently as you were then placing a few drops in each nostril. Jack inhaled deeply, almost sighing in relief as you then had his head tilt back in front of him. You then handed him a few allergy pills and a large glass of water, Jack taking them willingly as you walked over to turn on the oil diffuser that was not too far away.

"I hate these allergies," Jack grumbled as he took the pills.

"I know, and I hate it when you get them right after a full moon when your senses are still heightened," You agreed.

"They're only temporary, my love. It's just the first few nights that are the hardest," Jack countered back to you as you had the diffuser activated and let out some relieved scents. You walked back over to sit with Jack, feeling him tuck his head against your shoulder and breathe in a bit better thanks to the drops you gave him moments before.

Having a werewolf boyfriend who had allergies was not one for the faint of heart. You thought you had enough to deal with since he was a werewolf and a monster hunter, which took some time to digest and mull over before you decided to stay with him and be his girlfriend. Jack was still a good-hearted person, well-natured, and empathetic to you. He was a great boyfriend and companion to have, you just had to get used to some of the perks that came with his love and affection.

Of course, his lycanthropy was a major contributing factor.

Jack had allergies too, even before he became a werewolf. He hated having to deal with it so many times a year, and it got worse when the allergies would kick in after he would be a werewolf under a full moon. You've only had to help him through it at least two other times, learning as you go as it happened. Not this was the third time, and you had plenty of supplies at the ready.

"I already feel better thanks to you," He hummed as he sniffled a bit.

"Sounds better," You agreed, "And you didn't slobber on my couch this time," Jack gave you a playful glare.

"That was a one-time moment, and you swore you would never mention it again!" He grumbled, making you giggle and peck the top of his head.

"I say this out of love: you slobbering on my couch is quite cute!" You teased as he rolled his eyes and leaned into you some more, "Better for you to do that than to sneeze every 2 seconds."

"My record is 12 times," Jack commented as he grinned, "But in all fairness, I feel much better and I can breathe again."

"I'm glad to hear that," You replied. You never minded helping Jack through these kinds of tough times and rough patches. He had to deal with it on his own most of the time and need to survive without any aid.

He was grateful that you came into his life and helped ease that burden that he had for so long, even with something as simple as allergies.

"I'm glad to have you," Jack mumbled as he was getting sleep from the allergy medicine. You just kissed his head and cheeks as he was breathing deeper and deeper.

"Me too, my dear. Me too," you whispered as he was falling asleep with ease and with peace. You were grateful and glad to have him, and you were willing to take on anything he brought to the table.

Including his sniffles and sneezes.

The End.

Spring Prompt Session