#she’s not the cool teacher as in the one you form a deep emotional bond with

[mars-ipan]

man my animation teacher is so cool. she’s such a chill person and i trust her a whole lot :)

[mavrintarou]

[3:34 P M] GOJO SATORU - A/B/O

Happy birthday to the man with the prettiest eyes ever. My first Gojo story :)

Warning: Oh... this is 18+; minors please don't...; explicit contents; A/B/O theme (so you know what's going to happen without me going into too much details) Note: making up a lot of A/B/O theme stuff... then again I make up a lot of things. Nothing edited, hope you all have been well.

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Y/n dreaded this day.

As she reflected on her recent feelings of anxiety and restlessness, it suddenly dawned on her why she had been experiencing those emotions for the past week. Gojo Satoru’s birthday was just around the corner, and more precisely, it was today.

Y/n stayed home from work, calling in sick.

Because being sick is precisely what she was feeling now.

Sick and weak.

For her alpha.

The day your mate is born holds significant importance.

Its intensity is as high and deep as an alpha’s rut and omega’s heat.

Whether it is an alpha, omega, or beta, the day of their birthday for a mated pair is endless sex that could last for days. It was the one time a year that a Beta could experience the closest to what could be an omega’s heat.

Y/n has been separated from her mate, Gojo Satoru, for almost eight months.

She joined the rest of the other women who got a piece of the successful and almighty God, Gojo Satoru. He is a teacher in the same school that she also taught at.

She only needed him to get through her heat.

And it was the most incredible sex she’s ever had.

Gojo Satoru lived up to his name.

Y/n expected to be fucked and tossed afterward; she was prepared for it.

The only problem was that she was marked and could not be tossed.

Satoru was not supposed to go into a rut that night, but he did and marked her without her consent.

The following morning before he woke up, she ran. She quit her job and left.

Once mated, a unique bond forms between them, akin to a form of telepathy. Y/n can instinctively sense when he is nearby, actively searching for her presence. She could feel his yearning for her, his desire palpable. However, despite the knowledge of his longing, Y/n refused to submit to the connection.

And she would run. Again. And again.

Her current location is within the dense population of Tokyo, Shibuya, to be exact. Millions of other alphas, omegas, and betas surround her. She relied solely on the strong scent of other alphas and omegas to mask hers and make it challenging for Gojo to track her down.

Y/n shivered in her small full-size bed.

Not because she was cold but aching… burning with the need for her alpha. Need of his pheromones. His scent. His cum deep inside of her. His saliva over her mark.

The need of everything of him on her and in her.

Her protection wall was crumbling, giving in, and if Gojo were anywhere near her, he would easily track her down.

But she couldn’t sense him.

Or so she thought.

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Y/n lost track of time. She was falling in and out of sleep, dreaming and hallucinating that Gojo was there.

She couldn’t differentiate between a dream and a nightmare.

She would have a scenario of Gojo making sweet love to her. Or a scenario of her chained up and Gojo punishing her, not allowing her to cum because of her reckless behavior of abandoning him.

Both she wanted it and needed it.

Cool fingers traced lightly along her jaw, and her eyes fluttered open.

The piercing crystal blue eyes are looking directly right at her.

Is this another dream?

All the Gojo’s in her dream and nightmare came to her in various ways, but this one was half naked, topless.

Her eyes close, and she grabs his large hand and leans into his palm. “’Toru…”

The long cool sandalwood scent hits her nose, and Y/n moans, tightening her grip around his wrist.

“You’ve been a naughty mate…” Y/n opens her eyes again, hearing his voice. This one is speaking to her, unlike the other ones.

Gojo leans down, his eyes cold, “what should I do to you? How should I punish you for running from me?”

With her other hand, she cups his cheek. “How… do you want to punish me?”

His head tilts, “you will take any form of punishment?” Gojo’s nose flares as he smells her sweet scent. “Answer me,” he growled.

His scent makes her feel drunk; she smiles with hooded eyes, “yes, alpha.”

A menacing smile curves upon his lips; Y/n’s smile gradually fades, replaced by a growing sense of unease. He leans back, and at that moment, everything about him undergoes a drastic transformation, causing an icy chill to ripple down her body.  “How…” his fingers work on undoing the buttons of her pajamas. “How can I tie you to me forever?” His finger touches the mark he’s left on her left shoulder, right above her collarbone. “Obviously, a mark isn’t enough to keep you by my side… I was a fool to think that.” He pushes silk pajama materials open, revealing her naked upper body.

The finger touching her mark trails down her chest and through the valley of her breast and stops at her abdomen. “I am left to my last resort to ensure I tie you to me forever.”

Y/n’s breath is shallow, and she realizes… this is real.

It wasn’t a dream.

Or nightmare.

Gojo’s eyes narrow, “knocking you up will surely tie you to me forever, right?”

Y/n swallowed at his statement. Knocking her up will forever seal her to him aside from the mark. During pregnancy, an omega will need its alpha’s pheromone, scent, and cum to nourish a healthy pregnancy because an omega’s main priority will be to birth a healthy baby. The chemicals in her brain will alter her mood and shift her mindset, almost as if she is someone different when she becomes pregnant. She will do everything to keep herself strong through the pregnancy and keep her baby safe, which means relying solely on her alpha to nourish them.

He leans down, a cocky grin on his face, “awake now, baby?”

Y/n slaps his hand away and rolls away but doesn’t get far as Gojo pins her down on her bed, flat on her stomach.

“Let me go!”

Gojo’s body pressed against her back; she could feel his body heat through the thin silk material of her back. “Not a chance, baby,” he chuckles coldly. “I’m done chasing after you.”

She gasped, feeling his hard bulge pressing into her lower back. “Get off of me, Gojo!”

“Gojo? What happens to Satoru? Or love? Or ‘Toru?” His nose trails along the side of her neck, inhaling. “You smell so good… I missed you so bad, Y/n… you have been very mean…” he grinded against her. “I marked you because I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, but… you ran… ran for eight months and so…” he emits his pheromones, forcing her to submit. “So, you will submit to me, to your alpha.”

Y/n fights against his pheromones, but she doesn’t stand a chance. Her eyes roll back, and she falls into submission – pushing against his bulge.

“Good girl,” Satoru purrs, releasing his hold on her. She falls limp on the bed, and he takes the opportunity to undress her completely and then himself.

He flips her onto her back, and he can see she is still fighting back, holding on to a thin string of her sanity.

Satoru sucks harsh red marks all over her neck; remember to come and lap at her mark to earn a whimper from her every time. “Come back to me, Y/n… no more running…” he muttered, swirling his tongue around her pucker nipple. “I need you, and you need me.” The tip of his nose trail down to her tummy, and he kisses above her belly button. “You smell so ripe, Y/n… you’re going to be a wonderful mother…”

“Stop…”

“I want four children…” he places four kisses in a row on her skin, “you will give me four children, Y/n. ” He looks down at her with a grin, “or more.”

His hands push her thighs further apart, running his fingers along her wet glistening slit. “You’re so wet for me already…” Two fingers slip past her folds, and he wastes no time thrusting them and slips a third finger, stretching her wide open.  “Need to prep you, I’ve gone eight months without making love to you, and I’ve been pent up. I don’t want to hurt you,” he rubs the tip of his nose against her clit, “but I would never hurt you.” He chuckles with her hips rock against his fingers, and he withdraws them, shifting himself until his thick enraging cock is aligned at her pussy.

“’Toru…” she whimpers, “please…”

Satoru pushes only the tip in, “please what?” He grips her hips still, preventing her from moving.

“Please fuck me.” Y/n whispered, “fuck me, Satoru.”

The remaining control he had left depleted, and he thrusts until his hip bone met hers and immediately began rocking long strokes.

He pushed her thighs until her knees touched the bed, changing the angle so he could thrust deeper.

Y/n moans, gripping the comforter. “Too – too deep…”

Satoru smiles, crystal eyes gleaming, “oh baby, it’s got to be deep if we want to make a baby.”

His hips snapped harder into hers each time the tip of his cock poked her cervix. He thrusts faster, constantly touching her cervix to stimulate and open it to accept his knot.

His knot.

He grunts with each thrust; not only was it his birthday, but he was also due for his rut—terrible timing, in his opinion.

Or maybe not.

Because it led him straight to Y/n.

He stood outside her door, their mate bond leading him to apartment door 489. It reeked her scent. He knew without a doubt she was inside.

He only passed her keypad because of the smudge on her thumbpad. He will have to scold her later for being too careless.

When he found her deeply asleep in her room, she tossed and turned, mumbling in her sleep.

She was murmuring his name.

“Please… let me cum…”

Satoru rolls his neck, hearing the crackling like a glowstick.

With that, his rut activated.

His rut has been irregular, with many factors to play, such as being physically, mentally, and emotionally away from his mate. For Satoru, he hasn’t had a rut since he marked her.

“’Toru… let me cum…” Y/n whimpers softly.

She has completely given in and submitted her whole heart, body, and soul to her alpha.

Satoru could feel the opening of her cervix; he thought of it once during this first time and kept thrusting. He leaned over her, enclosing his large frame over her. His lips are close to hers, and he keeps their eyes locked. “I won’t let you go again, Y/n… do you hear me?”

She nods in an attempt to convey her agreement, but it becomes apparent that her gesture alone is insufficient to convince him. Despite her nod, he remained unconvinced, his skepticism evident in his demeanor. She will need to find a more compelling way to sway his heart.

“Say it.” He half growled and half pleaded. He was torn searching for, missing, needing, and wanting her. He never wants to go without her again. He will do everything to keep her by his side, in his arms, bed, and life. “Promise me.”

“Yes ‘Toru… I won’t run anymore… I don’t want to run anymore…” she cries, her eyes filled with tears, “I need you.”

His mouth locks with hers in a deep kiss. His hips slow in shallow thrusts. He pulls away, breathing hard, “promise?”

Y/n nods, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs locking around his waist. “Promise.”

Satoru’s heart soars with happiness, his arms wrap underneath her shoulders, hugging her close, and he thrusts faster, feeling their orgasm nearing. “I love you, Y/n. I love you…”

As soon as he feels her cervix open completely, welcoming his knot, Satoru pushes until the tip of his cock slips past the cervix ring and groans as his knot inflates.

He loosens her leg around his hip and rolls them over, with her on top of him. Satoru coos softly, licking her mark to try and distract her.

And himself, he is wincing each time Y/n’s walls compress around his cock while being stuffed. Haven’t knotted in an extended period; he knew this would take longer than usual to deflate.

After ten minutes of adjusting, Y/n finally calmed and relaxed in his arms. He wasn’t sure if she fell asleep or not. His hands keep rubbing her lower back, knowing that helps ease the pain during a knot.

“Do you really love me?” He hears her quiet, meek voice ask.

“Look at me,” he orders softly; she lifts her head off his shoulder and peers down at him with teary eyes. His thumbs swiped underneath her eyes, “yes, I loved you before this.”

“When?” her voice cracked.

“When I met you during orientation two school summers ago.”

Her head tilted, “but you didn’t even look my way then?”

“Cause it was so hard not to take you to the nearest empty classroom and fuck you until you admit you were mine.” He smiles cheekily. “It was difficult being around you. Especially sitting next to you and being able to smell the sweet addicting scent you give off.”

Y/n sat up abruptly, forgetting he was still lodged inside of her, and they both winced; any sort of movement was very sensitive and overstimulating.

She presses a light touch to her protruding belly full of his knot and cum. “I didn’t get pregnant the first time, and thinking back, I was disappointed.” She looks at him, “do you think this time worked?”

Satoru pushes himself on his elbows and smiles, “I’ll knot you as many times as I need to until there’s a baby.”

. . .

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[yukiwrites]

Byleth, Making Excuses

Thank you so much for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse ! This one was super fun to write, so I hope you like it!

Summary: Byleth had been making some... questionable choices with his teaching methods as of late, to the point that managed to make Seteth lose his cool. However, there was nothing Byleth could not see after a Pulse or ten...

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The Imperial Year was 1180, Garreg Mach Monastery. Classes were in full swing now that the students have gotten used to their teachers and assignments.

Bonds were being formed, friendships were blossoming. New skills were sharpened every single day.

Yes, new skills.

However, one could wonder why some of these skills were being taught to students with no potential nor aptitude to make full use of them at a particular House: the Golden Deer, whose professor was none other than the newbie teacher hired on a seemingly whim by the Archbishop: Byleth.

The sound of heavy steps against the polished marble echoed as someone approached the Archbishop’s study.

“Rhea!” Seteth opened the door, forgetting about decorum or common courtesy, really. He huffed, quickly making his way to Rhea's desk.

“Seteth?” She widened her eyes, surprised to see him display so much emotion to the point of even forgetting to call her by her title instead of her name. “What’s happened? Is it serious?” She made motion to get up, as Seteth was one of the most put-together people she had by her side.

So, if he looked that shaken, something terrible must have transpired.

He banged both hands on her desk, exasperated. “Rhea, you must- you have to control that little favorite teacher of yours! He’s- he’s- ugh,” he put one hand behind his neck as his blood pressure rose.

That made Rhea fully get up, startled with the mention of Byleth. “What happened to him? Is he alright?” She circled her desk to go to the door right way.

“He’s more than alright; too alright, in fact, that he’s messing around with the students’ schedules!” He pressed his temple with the remaining hand, still with his head hung back as he held his neck.

“That child did? Impossible. He is not the kind to do that.” Rhea tilted her head to the side, her shoulders sagging as the tension left her body.

“You don’t understand,” Seteth snapped his head to Rhea. “We’ve tested all of the students before they enrolled and documented all of their strong and weak points, as you are well aware.” he said and she nodded with a frown, wondering where he was going with all that. “Professor Byleth just- he ignored all of that! And he’s fooling around with the students’ potential for growth. This is unacceptable, Rhea. No, Archbishop. We cannot have this happen right during the year all heirs of the three countries of Fódlan are enrolled!”

Rhea crossed her arms, still finding it hard to believe.”Seteth, I need more than an emotional explosion to cue me into taking action…”

“It’s not- ugh,” Seteth took a deep breath. “Alright, I might have been a little emotional about the situation, but it IS unacceptable, Rhea. Will you come with me? They are in the middle of class right now so I can show you what is happening right away.”

“Very well. Seeing as this seems serious enough for you to lose your composure like that, there was no way I would not accompany you. But I will still need convincing to believe that that child is ‘fooling around’ with the students as you said.”

“Yes, yes,” Seteth bobbed his head to the side with a hint of annoyance. “Byleth is your protegé for a reason you cannot share, but you cannot protect him after this, I assure you.”

Rhea straightened her back as Seteth led the way. “After you.”

At the Golden Deer training ground, one could see many students doing their best with their assigned jobs.

There were some practicing white or black magic, some learning how to ride, others how to mount, some sweating under heavy armor and others hitting a training dummy with martial arts. From a distance, it looked like an ordinary arrangement — after all, if one wanted to cover all bases, there was a need to train a wide range of classes considering their aptitudes.

Yes, considering their aptitudes.

Once one approached more, it was plain to see that there was something… unique about the class arrangement.

“Pr-professor…” Lorenz huffed as his noodle-like, white arms shone under the sun and all the sweat poured out of him. “I s-still fail to see h-how this will, ah, a moment for a breath, please.” He raised one palm and lowered his head to take a breather.

“It’s not break time yet, Lorenz. Keep punching that bag,” Byleth said dryly, not even looking up from his little notebook as the noble of the roses was getting as red as one from all the physical exercise he was forced to do.

“B-but-”

“Professor! This is insanity! I can’t thrust this lance one thousand times! I can’t even do it three times!” Lysithea complained from the other side.

“Well, at least you’re not forced to learn MAGIC,” Leonie complained from a desk under the shade, envying the people doing physical stuff.

“Well, I would RATHER be doing that.” Lysithea shot back under bated breath.

“Now, now, back to the assignments I gave you all.” Byleth snapped his fingers to call for attention, still looking down at his notebook indifferently.

A round of whines sounded from the disgruntled students. Even Marianne groaned loudly under all that heavy armor she was forced to wear.She rather envied how Ignatz was learning how to mount a wyvern even though the boy himself feared the beast would munch down on his head if he fell down on its foot one more time.

Claude and Hilda had their heads in their hands as they tried to figure out how white magic worked, so they didn’t even have the mental capacity to complain.

From afar, it looked like an ordinary class, indeed.

However, if one looked just a smidge closer, the pandemonium would be revealed.

Seteth pointed with a grave expression, then crossed his arms. “See? See?! He’s wasting all of their potential!”

“Hmm… It does look rather odd.” Rhea took one finger to her chin in thought. “Let us approach, shall we? I would rather we do not jump to conclusions.”

“Jump to conclusions?!” Seteth threw his hands in the air. “Look at the students’ morale! We will be lucky if only one of them graduates this year if this keeps up.”

“Still,” Rhea said, looking from Seteth to Byleth. “Ah, our eyes met. He will approach now.” Rhea motioned for Byleth to come over, so the Professor obliged.

He looked at something in the air for a split second before heading to where the Archbishop was, but it was such a natural movement one usually wouldn’t be able to catch it.

“Good afternoon, Archbishop, Seteth.” Byleth nodded to either of them with his usual poker face. He held a small notebook in one hand and the feather pen he was using in the other.

“Hello, child,” Rhea greeted with a warm smile. “It has come to my attention,” she glanced at the fuming Seteth beside her, “ that your students have a… rather particular training regimen as of late.”

“Yes?” Byleth replied with a shrug, bringing his notebook to his chest.

Rhea opened her mouth to reply, but Seteth had lost the last of his patience.

“Please, explain yourself, Professor Byleth! You are wasting all of your students’ potential with this so-called teaching plan!”

Byleth calmly looked from Rhea to Seteth, then down to his notebook.

He snapped it open.

“Do you know the amount of damage and the percentage of success of a magical attack coming from a 45º angle towards an unit with less than fourteen points of resistance, who is hiding behind a pillar and is armed with a pair of steel gauntlets?”

…

“... Professor Byleth, I am not asking for a lecture-” Seteth barely recovered from the sudden question, but Byleth was only getting started.

“Let me tell you: it’s a whole lot. They will die if their bare skin is even grazed by the magical attack. Low resistance is shit — ah, pardon my french, Archbishop.”

“French…?” Rhea tilted her head to the side, her eyes glistening with interest but also a little befuddlement. 

“I need those three to train their magical resistance by opening their mana channel in their brains,” Byleth pointed at Claude, Hilda and Leonie, who had dark clouds over their heads trying to understand the magic books in front of them.

“Also, do you know how dope it is to have a flying archer? Ignatz will be fine with that wyvern, I’m sure it hasn’t eaten a human in the past decade or so, so it’s probably safe. I mean, you wouldn’t offer the students a feral mount, would you?” 

“Of course not.” Rhea replied immediately, already roped into Byleth’s speech.

Seteth remained stunned by the answers Byleth had at the ready, as though he had had this conversation before and prepared them for this.

“But-”

Byleth ignored Seteth’s raised index for an interjection and continued his speech. “Have you any idea how frail mages are? We must prepare the students for any situation, even the ones where they will be forced into hand to hand combat with the enemies should their mana run out in the middle of the battlefield. Lorenz will live. He’s passed out for now, but once he builds a bit more muscle, he’ll get used to the regimen.”

Rhea’s eyes shone more and more with each word Byleth uttered.

“Marianne needs the extra defense she’ll get once she get promoted to Great Knight five years from now…”

“Excuse me? How long did you say?” Rhea took a step closer as Nyleth mumbled the last part.

“Ah, don’t mind me. As I was saying, Lysithea is training with all melee weapons to upgrade her stamina, definitely not to make her into a knight down the line,” he spoke quickly with the straightest face a man could wear. “And I finally found a horse big enough to support Raphael’s muscles, which is good. What if he gets stranded in the middle of battle with an injured ally and the fastest way to get help is through a horse? We must prepare them for everything.”

“Of course.” Rhea ate it all up with a bright smile, nodding as more and more nonsense came out of Byleth’s mouth. “You truly are wise beyond your years, child. I wonder what that could mean…”

Byleth looked over Rhea’s shoulders to nowhere in particular, but somehow it felt like he was looking straight at the eyes of someone who was reading a story about what was happening to them at that very moment.

“Indeed, I wonder what it all means.” He flashed a rare smile without breaking eye contact with the surprised reader.

Seteth groaned beside Rhea, holding back the urge to mess his own hair in agony. 

It was all bulshit! It was clear! There was not a single thought passing inside that man’s head, it was blatant to see!!

Seteth couldn’t voice his thoughts as Rhea was more and more fascinated by the bulshit Byeth said, so he just held his nape as his blood pressure rose.

Of course it’s all bulshit, Byleth thought, reading the passage through Sothis’ eyes as the reader gasped in wonder. I really just wanted to do a meme run, you know. Imagine how hilarious it would be, he grinned as Rhea asked more questions about the reasons he made up after Pulsing that last hour a few times to get it all right.

The usually stoic man managed to hold back his snort as he saw Seteth in agony behind the amused Rhea. But as that was the final Pulse he had used that day, all of the answers had to be perfect for him to be able to have free reins over the students without any interruptions for the next few months. Afterwards, it would be up to them to train on their own so he could have an army oof mismatches later down the line…

Yep, now it was only a matter of time until he could stick Lorenz into that ridiculous Grappler outfit and hide Marianne inside the oversized Fortress Knight armor.

How hilarious would Claude look as a Priest, could you imagine? And how clueless Hilda would be at the Gremory class?

Byleth would hardly wait for them all to do their bests so he could at least have a few laughs in this endlessly repeating life of his.

[phantomchick]

Naruto Fic Rec Masterpost!

The Last To Know by KuriQuinn Oneshot, Gen, Teen and Up, Team Seven, Sakura and Sasuke, Sakura and Team 7, Canon Compliant, Angst with a Happy Ending, trust, broken trust, forgiveness, hurt/comfort, this fic is fantastic and made me have so many feels for the characters as well as the bonds between them, Character Dynamics,

Summary: As usual, telling her the truth happens as though by afterthought. And this time, she's not taking it.

i'll always be there for you by RecklessWriter Oneshot, Gen, Itachi and Sasuke feels, sibling feels, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hypothermia, Uchiha Sasuke Needs a Hug, Big Brother Uchiha Itachi, a part of me niggles over team 7 failing a mission but I pretend that they ran into the hunter nin afterwards and Kakashi got the scroll back, it do be like that sometimes, Good big brother Itachi, Bad big brother Itachi, it’s complicated, Feels,

Summary:

He’s pressed against something warm. There are fingers carding gently through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.

“Nii-san,” Sasuke whispers.

The hand in his hair freezes.

Sasuke gets thrown into a frozen lake. Itachi doesn't know how to stop being a big brother, even when he's supposed to be pretending he doesn't care.

The Beautiful Orange Thing by zafiro Oneshot, Gen, Naruto and Kurama, Naruto is a very lonely kid and the kyubi is a very lonely bijuu, Pre-Naruto Canon Era, chibi-Naruto, Naruto loves Orange, Kurama tolerates Naruto because he is Cute, sweetness and light, angst and fluff, so cute I wanna physically hug this fic to my chest

Summary: Naruto arrives at a weird place and finds something wonderful there.

Maslow by FriendshipCastle Oneshot, Gen, T for cursing, canonical child neglect, Iruka feels, Naruto feels, implied/referenced child abuse, but nothing worse than what’s in canon, angst, hurt/comfort,

Summary: The first four tiers of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Human Needs applied to Naruto’s depressing childhood. Alternatively: Iruka slowly becomes the best replacement mother a ninja could have.

take the fight from the kid by theformerone Oneshot, Gen, Team Bonding, Team as Family, Team 7, Canon Compliant, but can be read as divergent, Post Wave arc, Pre-Chuunin Exams,  

Summary: Training with his team is different than it was before the mission to Wave. Sasuke notices how things have changed.

A Clean Break by GwendolynStacy Oneshot, Gen, Teen and Up,  Hatake Kakashi and Team 7, Team as Family, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Team Fluff, Kakashi feels, Self-Harm via compulsive hand washing, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Happy Ending,

Summary: Every member of Team 7 has their personal set of demons to haunt them. While Kakashi is always prepared to lend his students a listening ear, he still hasn’t quite figured out how to ask for help when he’s the one crumbling.

The Beginning and the End by QuinsValoria Oneshot, short oneshot, gen, THIS HAD ME SOBBING OVER KUSHINA AGAIN EVEN THOUGH IT’S SO SHORT, pre-canon era, angst, Dont worry kushina, Your baby makes it out just fine, cries into laptop screen, Hurt/Comfort,

Summary:

“Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.” —Robert Browning

Uzumaki Kushina is an amazing mother, even in the very short time she has left.

OR

Kushina comforts her baby.

The Prince Of Leaves And Deep Water by RayShippouUchiha Ongoing, 3 chapter fic, do you ever read a fic with language that is so pretty and evocative that you just want to lean into it, like a kid listening to a piece of folklore that’s been passed down, it’s just beautiful to read? And the words slice and cut into your feelings in the best of ways, angst, hurt/comfort, drama, Kushina feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Uzumaki Lore, well worth the read even as a stand alone should it never update again, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canonical Child Neglect, Uzushio feels,

Summary: ‘Protect him,’ Kushina prays in the quiet of her own mind as she leaves; pleading silently to the old spirits from her childhood, to the things that the Uzumaki Elders used to whisper about in hushed tones.

‘Love him,’ Kushina begs of the things she only knows from instinct and half remembered stories, those things filled with the power of salt and sun and deep deep waters.  Those things that live and thrive in the heart and soul of every Uzumaki who has ever breathed and battled and bled.  'Guide him, keep him safe for always.  But love him most of all. My little prince of eddies and leaves.’

Left behind, left alone and cold where before there was only a soft sort of warmth and a steady kind of safety, Naruto wails.

Final Evaluation by Do_the_Cool_Whip Completed, 5 Chapter Fic, Gen, Umino Iruka & The Rookie Nine, Iruka-Sensei, Feels, fluffy, I have so many emotions about Iruka being the best teacher in the elemental nations and this fic brought them all out to play, Excellence, Kakashi is a troll, a huge troll, like, he’s such a troll he’s a mountain troll, Asuma is a lesser troll, like he’s mostly decent but still infuriating so he’s a bridge troll, Kurenai is so cool that even when she’s trolling as is her right and duty as the jounin elite she is, the person she’s trolling still respects her for it, a river troll, the kids are so cute and young here, you can really feel Iruka’s affection for them, please revel in the wonderful that is this entire fic, revel I say

Summary: Progress evaluations are one-on-one consultation meetings between academy students and their teacher. Their purpose is to inform academy students of their strengths and weaknesses and guide them down their ideal path to becoming a strong shinobi. Upon graduating the academy and passing their jounin-sensei test, new genin return to the academy for one final consultation. (Or: The story of what happens when Umino Iruka uses his final meetings with his students as way to send them off to become the best shinobi they can possibly be.)

it takes a village by quillofferings Oneshot, Gen, snapshot series, angst, character insight, konoha 12, rookie 9, team Gai, team 10, team 8, team 7, repeating patterns and revelations, kinda gives a sense of the culture of a childhood in Konoha in a way that’s very quietly tragic, this story was written well before shippuden came out but it still reads mostly true to me, A Classic of the Fandom,

Summary: A Naruto snapshot series in the form of a oneshot.

spirals by nescione Gen, Oneshot, Team Seven, Generations, Team 7, Dai Nana Han, Spirals, Repeating Patterns, things happening the same across generations in repeating patterns is a big theme in the canon and lots of fic delve into it and play with the whole idea as a result, but this fic does it especially well, Team as Family, Angst, Fluff, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, A Classic of the Fandom, Summary: From the sannin to the present- a look at how history repeats itself, and how it doesn't.

this, and love too, will ruin us by RecklessWriter Oneshot, Gen, Itachi and Sasuke feels, Naruto Feels, Short and Sweet, Angst, Whump, Brother Feels, Sibling feels, Uchiha Sasuke Needs a Hug, Naruto Uzumaki Needs a Hug,

Summary: Naruto remembers the first time he saw Sasuke and Itachi.

He remembers looking at them and thinking, I wish I had someone who loved me like that.

Ten Facts About Team Yamato by Lisse Oneshot, Gen, short and sweet, Team 7 feels, Team as Family, Dai Nana Han, Team Seven, Team Yamato, characterisation, short but solid, Ficlet,

Summary: On paper, their team doesn't exist.

Troubling New Developments by SicTransitGloria Oneshot, Teen and Up, hilarious, pre-shippuden, Team as Family, Kakashi pov, Team 7, AHAHAHAHA,  Puberty hits the genin,

Summary: Kakashi takes a moment to wrap his mind around equating Ino’s chest with enemy shinobi while Asuma begins beating his head against the table and groaning about how he didn’t sign up for this. Rated for language and the general horror that is puberty

Of Harrowed Hearts by Sable_Scribe Ongoing and possibly (probably) Abandoned, Gen, Long Fic, we’re at 36 chapters in as of the time I’m posting this, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix It, Families of Choice, Team Seven, Team as Family, Bamf Kakashi, Good Teacher! Kakashi, Angst, Uzushio Lore, Fluff, Uzushio Feels, Uzumaki heritage, Bamf Team 7, BAMF Rookie Nine, Naruto's ability to make friends with giant chakra demons surfaces early, Rookie Nine, Rookie 9, Konoha 12, Naruto and Kurama,

Summary Naruto has been hearing the rumbling growl in the back of his head for as long as he can remember. He’s seven when he tries to talk to it for the first time. He’s the dead last, the failure at everything, so he doesn’t actually expect to succeed. And when he’s suddenly standing, knee deep in murky water and face to face with a demon, he has no idea what to expect. As it turns out, the world could use something unexpected.

Automatic by Dayadhvam Oneshot, Gen, Sand Siblings, Fluff, Team as Family, but also, Family as Family, Short and Sweet, A Classic of The Fandom

Summary: Gaara's shield defense is automatic: he has never had to consciously think about ordering the sand where it is needed. Kankurou and Temari have always known this.

As Is the Sea Marvelous by blackkat Mature, Gen, Eleven Chapter Fic, Warring States Era, Uchiha Madara/Senju Tobirama, Izuna Lives AU, everybody lives nobody dies, Hurt/Comfort, brotherly feels, sibling relationships, Angst With A Happy Ending, Insecurity, Self-Sacrifice, Imprisonment, Fix-It

Summary: Tobirama is willing to give absolutely anything for Hashirama and his dream. Including his life.

A Lesson In Trust by Live Gen, Oneshot, Shikamaru & Naruto friendship, academy days, trust exercise, fluff

Summary: All Iruka wants is for his class to start trusting each other, too bad Shikamaru would rather watch the clouds...

Snow Is Serious Business When Your Business Is Being A Kid by vulcanhighblood Gen, Oneshot, Iruka and Naruto, Umino Iruka is a Good Teacher, Uzumaki Naruto Needs a Hug, Fluff, Snow

Summary: Iruka's trying to teach his class, but the first snowfall of the year makes keeping their attention more difficult than he would have liked.

The Consequences of Winning by tabjoy13 Oneshot, Gen, Team 7, Protective Hatake Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi is a Good Teacher, Team Bonding, Team Dynamics, Team Feels, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Hatake Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi Is Trying, Wave Mission

Summary: Three days. It had been three days since Zabuza’s attack, since Kakashi passed out, and since Team Seven took refuge in the bridge builder’s home. Three days and Kakashi hadn’t shown a sign of stirring. Three young genin are left with the question: now what? Cross posted on FF.net.

discendo docemus by llamallamaduck Mature, Ongoing, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Trauma/Ptsd, Uchiha Sasuke-centric, Good Orochimaru, A lot of talk about depression and mental instability, Also Sharingan fuckery and assorted eye-trauma, rarepair, Itachi & Sasuke, eventual Sasuke/Ukitake, Itachi & Tsunade, 

Summary: There are some things a seven-year-old psyche is not ready to endure. An S-ranked torture technique preformed by a traumatized thirteen-year-old is one of those things. Sasuke doesn’t enjoy hallucinating memories of his murdered family day in and day out, but he’s learned to be philosophical about such things. It’s everything else that’s the problem, really.

Nidaime Otokage by DuskBeforeDawn Ongoing, inspired by nukenin, Time Travel, Dimension Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Protective Hatake Kakashi, BAMF Hatake Kakashi, BAMF Dai-nana-han,Team 7, Team as Family, Non-Konoha Shinobi Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi is a Troll, Kage level Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi-centric, fluff, adventure, crack, mature, fun read

Summary: No one knew him.His father was still alive.His Sharingan acted like it had always been his.Kakashi was twenty-two years in the past of a different world.

French Kissing, the End of the World, and Other Impossible Ordeals by Tsume_Yuki Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Female Uzumaki Naruto, Time Travel, Uchiha Sasuke Being an Asshole, Protective Uchiha Sasuke, BAMF Uzumaki Naruto, Time Travel Fix-It, Smitten Uchiha Sasuke, grumpy asshole/cheerful optimist, this fic is literally just Sasuke being soft for Naruto, Mature but like it’s fiiine the author could’ve left it at teen and up and it would’ve gotten a pass at least from me

Summary: This is it, centuries of excellent genetics, of carefully selected marriages to maximise the potential of future generations and it’s going to be Sasuke who introduces idiocy to the Uchiha bloodline. The ancestors must be rolling in their graves. In which Sasuke is smitten, Naruto is a badass, and time travel happens.

No Tomorrow by Authorship Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Clan, Shisui Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Longfic, Completed, Found Family, Fix It, Mature, Time Travel, Fuck Danzo

Summary: The water was crushing, pummelling Shisui's broken form, even as it swept him further and further from Konoha. 

And then Shisui woke up.

It's two months until the day he died. Two months to change the current of his life, of his Clan, of his village. And Shisui has no intention of letting history run its course.

¦ part 1 ¦ part 2 ¦ part 3 ¦

[indigobackfire]

HPHM MC Profile ✧

Indigo Silverwood

“ Getting near you is like stretching my hand into an open flame. I know I’ll burn myself, yet I crave the heat. ”

Nicknames: Indie. Didi (only by family). Silverwood. Silvie (by people who don't bother learning her name).

Gender: Female.

Birthday: 6th of March, 1973.

Born: Edinburgh, Scotland.

Mother: Clarin (née Tramer) Silverwood - Half-blood, Ravenclaw, English.

Father: Palmer Silverwood - Pureblood, Slytherin, Scottish.

Siblings: Jacob Silverwood (b. 1968), Phoenix Nobleworth Silverwood (b. 1973) - Phoenix was adopted after the death of his parents when he was just a couple of months old.

Ethnicity: Scottish, English, (probably with some Spanish roots).

Sexuality: Straight.

MBTI Type: ENFP-A

Blood Status: Half-blood (by her muggle grandmother on her mother's side).

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor.

Appearance

Eyes: Naturally yellow/golden/amber (nobody knows why, since their parent’s eyes are brown) but both hers and Jacob's eyes are like this). She wears glasses for her Astigmatism.

Hair: Naturally dark brown, but she asked her mother to turn it red when she turned 8 and doesn't plan on undoing it any soon.

• She’s average tall and reasonably strong build, honey-brown skin littered with scars from venturing with the vaults and being freaking attacked by dark wizards, big hands and feet due to her height. A large chest that grows at once in her 4th year (”Everybody's starring, Rowan!”).

• She keeps her nails short. Her makeup is often down to just some lipstick (mascara smudges her glasses, eye shadow irritates her eyes), her hair is often long wavy and fluffed for extra volume. She often smells like coconut oil from all the creams her mother insisted she used.

• She looks a lot like her father which gives her a rather rough look - like a handsome but wild animal - yet has enough of her mother’s attributes to be considered attractive and poise if well-groomed.

Magical Aspects

1st Wand: Red Oak wood with Dragon Heartstring core, 12″, pliable. "The true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect dueling wand. Its ideal master is light of touch, quick-witted and adaptable, often the creator of distinctive spells, and a good person to have beside in a fight." Indigo had good times with her red oak wand but as the years went by, her emotions start affecting the wand's efficiency. The wand would bleed a glowing red light in moments of extreme physical or emotional pain and become extremely unstable.

2nd Wand: Beechwood with Thestral hair core, 13", rigid flexibility. "The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond their years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry rarely seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation." Indigo has a hard time adapting to her new wand, it's stubborn to her spells and acts upon its own will especially considering its unusual and unstable core, Thestral hair, which is of unknown habilities, except for its use in the mythical, Elder wand. Her wand is one of a kind which is why she has to adapt her abilities to match the wand's requirements. Despite all, it's a remarkable instrument for undoing curses/spells and detecting danger.

Animagus: Somali cat. She's already certain she wants to be a cat animagus - harmless, of easy blend, and enables an approach to humans -, but decides for the Somali breed, during the process, for its sumptuous golden fur and agility.

Patronus: Kangaroo, for its fighting spirit and family values, not to mention its strength. (In-game it's the Abraxan, but only because I thought it would be cool.)

Patronus memory: (During the first times) Her first Quidditch match, not just because they won but because everyone she loves from Hogwarts was there, and she got to cheer their victory together. (Later years) Her family gathering for hot cocoa during a rainy night with Jacob with them.

Abilities: Legilimency, and great emotional influence over magic (Don't get her frightened or angry or she will blow you up).

Boggart:  Her boggart changes constantly - she can't decide if it's either because she overcame the old fears, or if the new ones toppled those, creating a pile of fears. And since the new DADA teacher is always teaching Riddikulus again and again, the famous curse-breaker is always the most awaited in the line.

Jacob, eyes dark and musty, clothes covered in blood, someone's blood. He walks to her and slowly raises his sleeve, the Death mark is craved deep in his flesh and it glows. Behind him, it rises the Dark Lord.

Riddikulus: He turns into a younger version of himself from a photograph she recalls laughing about with her mom (he's running wearing a loaded diaper, crazy hair, rosy cheeks).

For a while is someone in a cloak threatening to cast the killing curse over her friends, whispering each of their names like a snake but she's frozen unable to stop them.

Riddikulus: The cloak falls to reveal a bunch of gnomes piled up wearing wigs and makeup.

For another, very realistic corpses of all of her friends spread at her feet, a dark wizard across from her, it's over and there isn't anything she can do to save them anymore - it was a grim day in DADA, but they all wanted to see it didn't they?

Riddikulus: This is the one time she fails to defeat a boggart, letting the horrible scene consume her, she falls to her knees defeated, and even after Rakepick's shouting, when she tries to cast the spell, it fails again and again.

This last boggart came to show everyone around her how truly terrified she was, not for her own life, but for that of those around her. How despite the confidence she was constantly displaying, in reality, she was afraid she couldn't save them from whatever was trying to get her.

Amortentia: Her Amortentia smells like Jacob's cologne — which he used to borrow from their father which is why she recalls so easily —, fresh Catnip ever since she became an animagus, bakings just out of the oven — extra intensity if there's chocolate involved, and freshly washed sweaters (from hugging Barney and the Weasleys).

Mirror of Erised: She's under the shadow of a tree, Jacob on one side along with Phoenix and Aspen, Barnaby's head resting on her lap, Rowan by her side, and Orion for some reason. They're laughing and reading books, it's an eternal spring afternoon.

Miscellaneous

Pets: A Sphynx cat, Mocca, a brown and white rat, Franccesca, and (later in her Hogwarts years) a Great Horned owlet, Plum.

Things she always carries with her: Her wand (duh), a handmade Gryffindor bracelet that used to belong to Jacob, the Handbook of Magical Theory, a handful of peppermints, a pouch with some money, a flask of Wideye potion, some Murtlap Essence, and a family photo during Christmas of 1980.

Lucky Amulets: She has a dream catcher made by Phoenix from feathers he shed during transformations and a "broken" knight from Murphy's chessboard who decided to leave the game for good and now sleeps on Indigo's nightstand with its horse, she likes stroking the horse the night before every Quidditch match

Best Friends

Her brother, Phoenix, takes the crown in matter of importance because, well, they're siblings who grew up practically like twins, but their relationship deserves their own detailing.

Rowan has got to be the first. Not only they share the same adventurous nerdy spirit, but Rowan also is the one to stick around even when everything is dark and uncertain and Indigo's popularity plummets. Indigo is always excited to hear whatever Rowan has to say - most times about books or Bill Weasley - and she's rarely fazed by the weird things Rowan does.

Murphy McNully is a close second, having officially met in the middle of her second year, they're both still fresh in a matter of friendships which allows them to open up, both in desperate need of company and support. He's often a companion in the girl's library and common room study sessions and sits with them during meals.

Charlie Weasley has her heart and soul from the moment they first speak during year one, but it actually takes a while until they form any real bond, which begins after he finds out she has been seeking his brother's help to search for the cursed vaults.

Ben is a friend she cherishes deeply but often finds it hard to break through his protective shell which makes him feel distant even when he opens up to her. Unlike her friends, she grows more liking towards Ben after he has his change in personality, as he feels more open about himself.

Chiara is a friend she deeply appreciates for her courage in reaching out for her help in times of need and trusting her with her secret. In Marauder fashion, she likes keeping an eye on her on the nights of full moon - which is good to train her cat tree climbing. They often have afternoon tea together and she teaches Indigo useful healing spells.

Andre and Indigo didn't have a great start, as she thought of him as arrogant and inconsiderate, and he thought she was careless and selfish. But when she helps him with a transfiguration mishap during their 3rd year when he was trying to be creative - and the reason he now has a two-headed cat - they start opening up to each other and begin a friendship. He's a good friend to confide in about the mundane aspects of her life and Quidditch intrigues.

Orion means to her more than she can put into words. Not only he is her team captain, but also a dear friend whom she turns to in times of emotional instability cause she knows he'll be the one to successfully help her clear her mind. They enjoy each other's company even if they don't have anything interesting to say. They sit together during every Divination class for as long as the subject goes.

She has no "rivals" as she finds that sort of labeling quite petty, but would definitely punch Emily Tyler on the stomach and perhaps Face Paint kid for all his eavesdropping.

She has an easier time bonding with her fellow Gryffindors since they spend most of their time together in classes, lunch, and hanging around in the common room.

Dormmates: She and Rowan got placed in a room for three people, as the ones for five were already full, along with a girl called Tanya. But at the beginning of their 4th year, they find out she has bailed out to another dorm room claiming they 1. Snort and speak in their sleep on a regular basis, 2. Will eventually endanger her with their cursed vault shenanigans, 3. Will get her killed - which, spoilers, actually happens, oops. So they basically have the dorm for themselves.

Academics

Favorite Classes:

Potions

Flying

DADA

Magical Theory

Least Favorite:

Transfiguration

History of Magic

Arithmancy

Favorite Professor: Kettleburn. Despite CoMC not being on her top favorite subjects, she enjoys her time in his classes and reminds her of her grandfather on her father's side who's a highlander wizard.

Least Favorite: Binns. Just retire you old man!

Quidditch Position: Chaser. Despite enjoying her time as Gryffindor's beater, she notices the position takes a toll on her physical wellbeing, having to carry a heavy bat and being injured by bludgers more times than she can keep track of. So she returns to her chaser position after a year.

Favorite Team: Montrose Magpies. She never had an interest in Quidditch before she began playing but decided to pick a team to support. Of course, it had to be a Scottish team and settles for MM because of professor McGonagall who's also a supporter.

She's not indigo's face claim, but it's hard to find good red-haired characters out there.

I guess I'll leave her background and history for another post since it interweaves very tightly with her sibling. And since I'm still exploring her story.

Well this is just an intro to my beloved MC

[skinner17]

Dissecting Red Spider Arc-The arc that non shipper find it disturbingly (For those who mind) Shippy

I’ve been watching gintama for the past couple of weeks. And since lately I encounter sleeping problem, lets turn this energy to talk about one of my favorite arc. The controversial arc that invite polarized opinion among Gintama fans.

For  Tsukuyo fans, Red spider is a certain favorite together with Yoshiwara in flame and Courtesan of the nation.  This arc fleshed her background and deepen her bond with yorozuya, especially Gintoki

For casual fans, this arc is the first time they see a glimpse of gintoki past, The first time  gintoki in a berserk mode, the first time he act by his own volition. And somehow he appeared like a true shonen hero saving the heroine.

By then tsukuyo was far from heroine status. She just recently introduced a couple episodes back. Yoshiwara in flame focused more on Hinowa and seita story. But Tsukuyo already  rose in ranking because her unique character design (in sacchan word, she has a lot of ‘hooks’) aside being badass in general.

For naysayers, Red spider arc is that arc that destroy Tsukuyo character. Reduced her into damsel in distress, mere love interest and what not. Of course its people’s right to interpret a work however they see fit. People enjoying entertainment in a different way afterall. Maybe they are a strict feminist type who wanted a true xena like character?  disappointed when a strong female charachter ended up saved by the male hero? (Tho I wonder why they don’t care with preceeding events where Tsukuyo saved gintoki a couple of time)  

The other would say this arc is such a big jump from previous arcs. A sudden transition they would say. And heck they’re right. Red spider arc  Is different compared to other serious arc before it.  Its lustrously dark, whispery,  not much emphasis on family nor comedy, not much explosion nor machismo.

And more importantly, its uncharacteristically Intimate.  

What do you expect? It took placein Yoshiwara-The Red light District- afterall.

The curtain raised with Jiraiya, the ex teacher of Tsukuyo, the main villain of this arc, On his post coital glow pondering about his object of creation. After enjoying the service of yoshiwara, He looked at the moon and probably feeling another rush of excitement reminiscing his dear beautiful student and the plan he’d set for her.

Not long after, Tsukuyo feel someone dangerous infiltrating her city. She and her Hyakka squad has been working hard to push down the crime that on the rise after the city lost its night king. Nearing their limit, she turned to Yorozuya, wondering if they can help with the drug problem.

Somehow, Tsukuyo and Gintoki teamed up just the two of them investigating the shady group with spider tattoo trademark. The result was assortment of classic romantic comedy skit : To-Love-Ru type of ‘accident’ and pretend couple.

Ok at this point its just natural that people start to see the two as potential couple. When they bicker they’d scream their heart silly, forgetting  whatever  adult persona they had in mind. Yet when the time come, they play along really well with the others bullshit act. They are on the same frequency already.

Back to the story, Later, they found out the drug lord is Jiraiya who apparently the long dead master (teacher who take care of  protegee under their wing) of Tsukuyo. With his unique ability he nearly killed Gintoki and captured Tsukuyo.

Some Naysayers disappointed at this point because Tsukuyo who supposedly a good fighter became useless in front of jiraiya. Ok let me use this opportunity to explain the technicality of how that’s possible.

She was shocked.

It was a surprise attack

Jiraiya, knew his student fighting ability the best and knew how to immobilize her.

Even Gintoki Almost killed because of his weird technique

She used the last of her strength to saved gintoki from jiraiya’s final blow.

“Huh? But gintoki didn’t turned into a useless mess when he met his long dead master alive?”

Lol what are you smoking? The old master  would split gintoki’s head from his body if not because Kagura’s help.  Also Utsuro/Shouyo goal was to crushed the rebels and nothing to do with Gintoki. While Jiraiya’s goal was to capture Tsukuyo. Understand the difference?  

Ok now that its out of my system lets continue.

Later Gintoki learned about the nature of Jiraiya and what this student-master relationship actually are from Zenzou. She-who believed every word of him and followed his foot step- was his creation and his prey at the same time. This method is sickening for Gintoki who loved his master to death.

For Gintoki a master should be more or less like shoyo. Strong, kind, wise and selfless. The kind of sage who gave his life for his student. Its infuriating to learn that a good women like tsukuyo has a psychotic monster as a master.

“see..Its not because of Tsukuyo that gintoki willingly revert to his shiroyasa self. Its because the master-student thingie that made him mad af”

Was the stuff I read from naysayers.  And for this one, I kinda agree. The main thing that infuriate gintoki about Jiraiya was that he used  master student relationship for some psychotic goal. As we know later, whenever topic about his own master brought on, Gintoki turned into a different beast.

Even I can see this arc’s intent beside telling tsukuyo’s past and cementing her as one of the recurrent character was also to foreshadow  Shoyo related arcs in the future.

However among all of that baggage brought by this arc, theres this one dialogue that caught my attention.

G : "give up already, theres nothing in your web. This entire time there was only a pathetic little spider spinning thread into sky while gazing at distant moon"

J : "What are you babbling about?I already knew that long ago"

The ones who ascociate Tsukuyo with the moon are the one who cherish her like hinowa and the hyakka squad  or the bastard who obsessed at her like Jiraiya. It’s a secret nickname people gave to her beside Shinigami Tayuu / courtesan of death. Wt  

At that  moment, Gintoki  speak about what Tsukuyo is to Jiraiya existence : A moon to a little insignificant spider. This confirm that Gintoki understand Tsukuyo’s epithet-wich means at that point of story he is familiar toward  Tsukuyo more than the viewers aware of.

To add, This is probably just me but the way he said that stuff about Jiraiya, whispering  while gazing at the sky, as if its applied to him aswell.  

Well, I just think that because throughout the fight he keep rambling about being on the same level as Jiraiya.

G: Do you know how to survive the spider nest? By eating the spider.

G : She is stronger than you ever be. A coward like me is enough for a coward like you

To Fight Jiraiya, Gintoki  drew parrarel between himself and Jiraiya. And its not impossible that parrarel extended until that moment.    

I  came to the conclusion At that moment Gintoki  already  admire Tsukuyo. Wether  her virtue, her  face, her quirk  or her phisycal attractiveness, it could be anything. The fact is Tsukuyo basically embodies everything gintoki like in a women.   

However because of his mindset and his self sabotaging lifestyle, he understood Jiraiya’s point of view of admiring an existence that is too good for them.

The episode ended with Tsukuyo learning his master’s past  and accepting his flaw after killing him. The moment when Gintoki implied that he would never be a good student to their master as tsukuyo is pretty touching too.

The last episode of this arc is a short one with majorly comedic skits. Another To Love Ru accident. And  a classic wingman setup to force a couple to be alone together.

Lol too much couply stuff happening in this arc.

Later after the crazy terminator drunken stupor, Tsukuyo asked gintoki if she didn’t has this scar, would her life be any different?

At this point I realize the pain endured by her, even though she said she was fine, physically and mentally, she actually struggling with the realization that all her past was something different than she perceived to be, that rather than genuine student master relationship, its an elaborate plan by her master to kill himself.

Its like realizing that we are adopted after all this time living in a loving family. From the surface it might not changed anything because its all in the past, But it changed everything within. It changed the foundation  of what we stood upon all these time.

Gintoki then assured her that her life is one that she choose, No one make her choose that. wether it’s  driven by a psychotic manipulation or a trust in a teacher who wanted make her strong. The life is still hers to behold and cherish

Gintoki further assured that her face Is not ugly, Its pretty face carrying clean soul. Or something to that effect (since translation vary)

As you see “Soul” is the overarching concept on Gintama. Its like “Adventure” on One piece and “Hard Work” On Naruto. It’s the Idea that the shounen protagonist holds dear.  

Shoyo first teaching to Gintoki was  how to protect his soul. In the war Gintoki choose to kill Shoyo to save his master’s soul. Means he choose Shoyo over his friends and himself. In effect, one of the friend’s soul was corrupted. While Gintoki turned himself into a vessel  whose purpose was merely to protect people he deemed fit and procasinating on his own growth.

Gintoki speak about Tsukuyo’s soul in her face is another testament of how deep their trust and bond has formed. 

Even though Gintoki has innate ability to peek into the human character, its not his fashion to directly address it. He usually find a roundabout way to make the others understand that they are being understood. But with Tsukuyo, everything he do about her  is direct.

“Don’t be a stranger, Lean on me, laugh with me and cry with me. I’d be there, cry and laugh with you ” Said Gintoki to tsukuyo.

 The Gintoki who often avoid emotional baggage from a stranger.

In conclusion, Red Spider Arc is such an awesome arc. The vibe is cool, the soundtrack is awesome and its has an intense emotionally charged action.

It is also the breeding ground for gintsu shipper, wich probably gonna make some part of fandom upset. But it is what it is and we can just enjoy or choose not to.

[randombtsprincessa]

By the Book

All Rights Reserved. Canon Rights go to @pasteljeon​

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Venom! Kim Namjoon x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 3.3k

Genre: Smut and maybe fluffy? Derivative Work for  Shadows by @pasteljeon​! 

Summary: You may have grown as cold as your work environment. Wierdly enough, it takes an Alien Symbiote to thaw you out.

Warning: Venom AU!; Covert Government Labs, Alien Symbiosis, Arson, fire, smoke, alien heat cycles, not too explicit sexual content, basically sex with Venom! Namjoon.

A/N: This is a small birthday present for my beautiful Kura over at @pasteljeon​. She’s amazing and she’s the creator of the Venom AU which is featured in the following work. I’m sorry this took so long love! I hope you like it! Love you!!

The walls were bright white, reflecting lights so harshly you had to squint. The tight lip of your skirt was uncomfortable around your knees and the heels dug into the back of your ankles but you kept on, pushing your body like you had been doing for so long.

The work you were a part of had no room for luxuries such as comfort and while you would sometimes dearly just like to sit, you learned early on that sitters were losers and the ones who were willing to keep walking or even running actually ran the operations.

Of course, nobody really told you that the sitters would be getting most of the credit.

You took a deep breath before you were pushing on the handle of the Experiment Containment chambers. Separated into seven glass enclosed rooms or chambers per se, you found the person you were looking for at the far back, near the youngest experiment.

You slowed, your eyes taking in the posture of your boss.

She was leaning completely over safety railing, something strictly prohibited – even if she was the lead scientist. Her forehead and palm was pressed to the fogged glass and on the other side, a black, glutinous mass attached to where her palm was splayed.

Jungkook…or better known as 19970901…

You knew you weren’t supposed to give the masses of black substance originated in outer space Human names but it seems your boss and the Head couldn’t help herself. She had given the seven surviving subjects humanity, training…names.

She was a mother to them, and to the youngest of the lot…it always seemed to you, she was much more.

You caught the quick jerk of the black substance, an acknowledgement to your presence just as you called for your Head’s attention.

“The next trial begins in ten minutes. Should I bring the volunteer in?” You asked politely.

She glanced back at the mass that had retreated to the far back of the room, motionless before nodding her head, leading you out.

You followed quietly, sounds of your steps already echoing in the room, attracting attention from the ones that were far less shy.

Symbiosis; a little hidden project funded by the government, returning from the outer space with symbiotes that had alien characteristics but would be able to merge with humans and live off them, enhance them.

The government wanted soldiers obviously but as you looked at the very front, trying hard not to feel emotional for the seven last remaining organisms that had survived the failures of establishing symbiosis with various contenders, you knew they were not meant for a life of war.

The mass at the very front, 19940912, sitting in a pool in front of Jane Eyre definitely wasn’t going to be of much help in a battle field.

You had worked in the Symbiosis laboratory for over three years now, your life as much secret to the outside world as the outside world was a secret to them. Which is why, you had made up your mind early on that feeling any form of emotion for the…alien components that resided in the lab would not only be detrimental…it would be disastrous.

Yet, you couldn’t help but follow along with your boss as she cooed and crooned…and you managed a wry smile at each glop of masses that preened to her praise.

You watched 19921204 cook up delicacies that he and your boss indulged in, 19930309 was given sound cancelling headphones that you handpicked because of his…its extra sensitivity. 19940218, 19951013 and 19951230 were the most humane, bouncing around like teenagers on a power boost.

Among them, 19970901 or as your Head liked to call him, Jungkook – was the closest to her…while 19940912 was the most intriguing.

You had brought more books for this one black mass than you had yourself read over your own life of study and research. Dictionaries, Encyclopedias, nonfiction, fiction, and poetry…Namjoon the Symbiote was probably better read than the most accomplished human scholar.

So when your Head called you in to discuss a very sensitive and urgent matter…you weren’t sure if you were more impressed or less surprised.

Your work as a scientists’ assistant had shown you a lot. You had seen men and women painfully contorting their bodies as black shadows wrapped around them before flickering and dying out within the lifeless eyes of the volunteers. You had personally switched on the incinerators in some of these cases but you had never seen human zeal to liberate alien substances.

“With all due respect, ma’am,” You said, “but you cannot be serious.”

Your boss had her hands deep into the pockets of her white coat.

“It’s a failing endeavor because the symbiotes have come to rely on us. We will have to protect them.”

“They are aliens for god’s sake, ma’am. We cannot just break them out just because we don’t approve what use they’re going to be serving.”

She turned at that. “So, you don’t approve as well.” She shot out immediately.

Your eyes widened as she took hurried steps towards you. “I want you to help me, Y/N. Help me break them out. After me, you are the most close to the symbiotes, even if you don’t want to show it. Help me find better substitutes, people who can hide with them, so no one will ever find them.”

Aside from taking them yourselves, you had no other ways to let them go. You said so.

There was a brief crestfallen look to her eyes before she nodded, dismissing you.

Seven years of hard work, labour, putting up with so much crap…all down the gutter. You watched your boss press the emergency button as the arson spread.

Contrary to what you had previously believed and shrieked about…the Head scientist wasn’t responsible for the fire breaking out. Government insurgencies were something you all had been trained for…but to see one in action.

It scared you to bits.

Your secret plan to smuggle the symbiotes out had somehow worked. You had started with Jin...bound to a woman, a chef teacher is a culinary academy. He had seemed happy enough, wrapping around her as you left the chambers to give them privacy.

Yoongi and Hoseok found homes in what they loved. Music and Dance, both of them attaching themselves to a duo who were hard pressed for money. With their talent, intermingling with theirs, you knew they’d make it big.

Jimin and Taehyung were more complicated. Try as you and your boss may, they flat refused to be seperated. You had no choice but to let them go together. It had taken weeks, nearly a month before a woman strong enough had managed to bond with the entwined set successfully. You had been on edge for all the prospects, withdrawing the half bonded twins from the half dead human before sending them to the infirmary to heal. As broody as they had been on the unsuccessful trials, they had been elated to finally find a perfect match.

That left the last two…still holed up in containment…nowhere to go.

You could feel the smoke puncture through your lungs as both you and your boss fumbled through the see through maze. Your hands seperated, your body too heavy to make through as she found what she was looking for…

Jungkook.

You smiled tearily, stumbling to the last cell left…and collapsing right in front of it.

Y/N

You shuddered, unable to lift your head through the fiery ash flying about.

Y/N…wake up

You managed to look at the glob at last, stretched thin, painted across the glass. It had no face, no aspects but the disembodied voice that floated down to you was concerned.

You’re dying.

“Yeah, no shit.” You coughed, managing to rise up to your hands and knees as the black mass pulsated and pricked, trying to get away from the fire. It made you blink.

For a heat sensitive organism, typical to be afraid of even a lick of fire, it had actually reached out towards you, making sure you were ok.

It was strangely touching.

“I’m rescuing you.” You got to your feet shakily. For something that had shown you enough sympathy to fight through what it was afraid of, you could forward the same courtesy.

Fire Y/N, bad for us.

“I won’t let it touch you.”

What about Jungkook?

You tried not to shiver at the way the name came so easily to it. “He’s safe with the boss. Come on!” You yelled finally but it only cowered away from the blistering haze you exposed it to.

I…can’t.

“Namjoon, please.” You whispered at last. The smoke was making it difficult to breathe. Very soon, you’d have no strength at all.

You’re dying. It said again.

You reached out for the mass again, trying to physically pry it off of the glass walls but you had no clue what gesture it would take it for.

19940912 shot towards you, sharp and fast as a cobra. A jagged edge of black gluton curled around your wrist, the outstretched limb running with black veins as it attempted to sink within you. A surprised groan fell from your lips, feeling the symbiote rush up your body, too fast, too sudden. The veins subsided, the tenril of black settling deep within you that thrummed with life, providing clarity.

“What did you do?” You queried, as with renewed vigor, the symbiote used your body to escape from the burning ruins.

We saved each other.

The plane carried you away, far from your life, far from your career. You symbiosis with 19940912, had been painless, but not without it’s complications.

As you lay on the cool grass, the strength of the alien party had withered, flickered and you wondered if the bond was unsuccessful, and if you two were going to die no matter what happened.

It was quick to put you at ease.

Bond seems strong enough. We will be fine once you expel the smoke from your body, it’s making me antsy.

You rolled over, taking in deeper gulps of the cold night air as you grasped what had happened.

You were now a host to an alien symbiote. You had something…living inside of you.

“Um, 1994 -,”

Namjoon

“What?”

Namjoon; that’s my name.

“Right…Namjoon, how do we go about this?”

What do you mean? We’re bonded now, Y/N. we’re one. You can do anything you want. Be anything you want. You’re free.

“What about you?”

We’re one. Where you go, I go. What you’ll be, I’ll be. I’m free too.

You had left it at that, quietly taking the escape route you had planned well ahead. A small trip to a far off place, somewhere rainy…and foggy. It made sense.

Namjoon…added a definite sense of mystery to your life now. You tried to avoid him and leave him to his business as best as you could but well…he’d been right. You were one.

You could feel him moving up organs inside you when you poured over registers as a librarian. He watched through your eyes as you worked as an assisstant to a Vet. He was insanely protective, bubbling up to the surface of your skin if anything irked him. It wasn’t uncommon for people to say something would glitter in your eyes, some sheen to your skin that was worrisome to you. people that Namjoon of course found, not wholesome to be around his host.

He kept you safe just as much as you provided shelter to him. He read through you, he explored through you.

He also explored you but that was a complete different ball game.

You had somehow forgotten about their heat cycles completely. You had woken to a feverish weight upon you, pressing you into the mattress of your bed. The first sudden scare had vanished completely when a groan, in an all too familiar voice echoed through the room.

“1994?”

“Fuck baby, it’s Namjoon,” He whined, his mouth hot against your ear. He had materialized somehow and while black tendrils over lapped his humanoid form, you could still feel him grinding something against your pelvis that was hilariously human.

“Namjoon…what are you doing?” You were alarmed, least of all, finding it curious that he could just hold form outside of your body and then amused when he dug into your pajamas, finding your heat with first his fingers and then those long vines of shadows attached to him.

It was too dark to make him out but you could tell every human feature. Lips, peppering adoration to your exposed skin as he sunk, in more way that one, into you, his new formed hips bucking without any further ado.

Your alien had put you through two orgasms before reaching his own and dissipated, silence falling over the two of you as you panted loudly.

“Heat…damn, I forgot.”

All you got back was a lazy ghostly chuckle from the being which had dissolved into you again, a simple entwining of black around your fingers his only evidence.

Well, that and the thick mass of his pleasure on your skin.

You didn’t know what had persuaded Namjoon to go looking for his own self. He had become your home more than you were – literally – his. Maybe your boss had been right, wherever she and Jungkook were.

It was easy to fall in love with them. It had been slow for you, too taken with your previous aversion to feeling for them but Namjoon had overcome that. He shared his experiences, well, his version of your experiences and most of your pillow talks were about how you could be better in your works, meeting new people…his old friends.

So when he was suddenly not there when you woke up, you nearly shrieked.

Namjoon had felt your discomfort from the next room. A black mass crawled into the room before his voice echoed back, calming you down.

I’m right here. it’s all good. I was just trying new things.

You had been so relieved you didn’t address that he had been in another room – away from you.

“How did you even do that?”

I was reading and I think…with enough nourishment…and of course close proximity to my Host…I could materialize. You know, outside of my heat.

It had been tricky but you and he were both patient. It started with Namjoon knitting strands of his being together as he would during his heat cycles. A tendril always remained at your wrist, holding onto you as he gained form by himself.

It was hard work but it paid off.

2 YEARS LATER

You kept a steady look down at your wrist, watching the second hand tick down to a minute before standing; eyes fixed across the small bedroom to the bathroom, hearing the lock give way.

A man stepped out, tall, broad, with thick limbs and light gold hair that fell right down to his nose. The simple black tee and sweatpants looked big on him somehow as if he wasn’t used to filling them and life yours had been, his eyes were on his feet and hands as well.

You took a careful step forward.

“1994…I mean, Namjoon?” you chanced, your long habit of referring to them by their codenames having faded into the long time you’d been away from your workplace.

The man looked up, blinking and whipping hair out of his face. His head moved too fast, bouncing off of the doorway painfully that cause the man’s form to haze out, come away black for more than a few seconds before freezing and slowly dissolving back into human.

You blew out a huff, taking another step.

“Y/N,” he grated out, voice whispery and hoarse.

“Yes,” You took another step, hand outreached and his fingers moved, clasping around your pulse, physical contact established after ages of experimentation, research and explorations.

Dimples appeared in tanned cheeks as Namjoon gave you a small smile. “I can do it. I can actually hold form outside of my heat.” He whispered.

“That’s great,” you whispered back, looking up at him, not used to actually talking to him while looking at another body.

He let go of your hand, moving further into the room, arms outstretched to catch him if he fell. You followed closely behind.

“I…I’m big, aren’t I?”

Instead of out loud, you heard him inside your head.

“Yes, Namjoon, you’re big. You’re a person now.” You said.

He turned, still slow before impishly moving in to wrap his arms – carefully – around you. “Sex is going to be easier and more fun now.”

This time, he spoke out loud, his voice still scratchy but adorably shy as he leaned in to press small hesitant kisses down your neck. Of course, this time it being the first time he was in a human body of his very own, he had to bend over quite a bit.

You tried not to roll your eyes, barely masking a moan when Namjoon’s tongue lapped across your collarbone.

“Are you sure, you can…?” You lead him to the bed, just in case he fell over in his excitement and took you down with him.

His eyes glazed, he sat down from your touch, looking up at you in confusion before following your gaze to where his legs were gone, replaced with black huge stumps, clawed toes visible. He closed his eyes, the stump reducing back to human nails, wiggling them at you.

I might explode a few times but that just means I’m enjoying it. He leaned in to give you a hearty kiss.

His hands explored, gripping at your breast through the shirt, his fingers reflexively clenching the fabric before going under the skirt, finding the crotch of your panties.

Without his heat, Namjoon was much more controlled and you waiting patiently as he explored you with his own body, letting him familiarize himself with touch and sensation.

Maybe you were selfish, maybe you wanted him to get used to control so he could hold himself in his newly gained human form long enough to blow your mind, but hey, you had seen firsthand what the man who’d attached himself to you could do and you were hopeful.

So you lay back, enjoying Namjoon’s hands, and then his mouth on your skin.

Once attached to you, he didn’t seem to want to let go as he kept kneading at your flesh with his large palms. He found your breasts, freeing them from your shirt and letting his fingers pull at your nipples, all with an expression of curiosity on his face.

All he wanted to see was how far he could push it before he wavered, he told you, and shedding more of his own clothes then yours, staring at your naked, spread form in front of him.

Not akin to his heats, when he pounced ravenously on you, he was slower, gentler. Every stroke of his fingertips was calculated.

It was at the juncture of your thighs, his fingers dipping to find arousal seeping from you when he first moaned…and simultaneously dissolved into a puddle of black.

“Joon,” You called apprehensively before the strands of black were knitting together again, gaining skin, or whatever comprised of their skin before giving you another impish grin.

“Sorry, I can’t help myself anymore.” He revealed, lowering himself, almost reverently into you.

You let him.

Namjoon bucked, huffed; thrust himself into you with iron hold, precise in his movements, losing form only twice, once when he entered you and then when he was close.

Finally when he exploded, there was nothing over you, even as you felt his climax splash across you.

By the time he collected himself again, ready for cuddles, you’d cleaned up and changed the sheets, snuggling closer to him.

“I’ll practice, I promise.” He whispered.

“I believe in you.” You whispered back.

You did, seeing what you’d seen with Namjoon over the years, you knew that going rogue had been the best decision of your life. Maybe you were never meant for something ordinary.

[glassprism]

Since you're also in other fandoms, are there any ships/pairings you like? Who's your favourite pairing in POTO? Who are your favourite characters (from POTO to all your other fandoms) and why? Ooh, here's a rather unusual one: who's your favourite side character (name one for all your fandoms!) and why?

Yeah, definitely! Though whether some can be counted as actual “ships” is debatable, as you’ll see in a bit.

For Phantom, my favorite “ship” is the love triangle - E/C/R. Not in a polyamorous, threesome way, but one where I love the dynamics of the characters, the way they affect one another, the ways Erik and Raoul are similar and different. So it’s not quite a “ship” in a traditional sense where I want characters to end up with each other, but more in the sense that I like to explore and analyze them.

As for other “ships” or pairings, I’m just going to list, like, every fandom or random-ass thing I’ve ever loved in semi-chronological order (time to go back to my middle school fandoms!). Under the cut for length.

Harry Potter: Sirius Black and Harry Potter. I adored the godfather-godson bond between the two (absolutely no romance; I clicked on an mpreg fic of the two when I was but a wee lass of twelve and it scarred me): how Harry was the last living reminder of Sirius’s best friend, whose death he still feels responsible for; how Sirius is the parental figure Harry wanted, how they were never able to be happy god damn it Rowling. (You can imagine how much my eleven year old self cried when I read the fifth book. Oh boy, the tears.)

Star Wars: Vader and Luke. Again, totally familial, father-son relationship only. (Speaking of scarring experiences, I once stumbled on a romance fic between the two, where yes, both of them were still father and son, and I have that summary etched into my brain permanently.) The way Vader obsessively hunts down Luke, the first emotional connection he has had with a person in literal decades! The way Luke has just ached all his life for a father figure, to the point where he will take a homicidal Sith lord if that’s who he is! How he never gives up on trying to redeem him! How Luke is right. Loud screeching.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Will Turner and Bootstrap Bill and Will Turner and Henry Turner. More sad father-son dynamics (you may be noticing a pattern here). Repeat what I said with the Star Wars relationships, only with more pirates and less homicide. (And way more parental abandonment guilt.)

Halloween: Michael Myers and Laurie Strode,  remake universe. Yet again, no romance, just a severely messed-up brother-sister relationship. I can’t begin to tell you why I like the horrific relationship between a serial killer and the little sister he was so obsessed with he ruined her life, completely traumatized her, and ended up leading to her death, but I do. Maybe it’s the dark obsession aspect of it, that in the midst of all his murders, there’s still one person Michael Myers longs to have a connection with, the baby sister who represented total innocence in his mind. Maybe it’s the “what could have been” aspect too, as Laurie never recognizes him or realizes their connection until it’s far too late. Maybe I need to re-examine my life choices. I’ll figure it out someday.

Bat Boy The Musical: Bat Boy/Shelley. Yes, this is a romance; yes, they are half-brother and half-sister, yes, you can get on me about this, but in my defense how about you watch the musical and NOT come out of it shipping these two against all your better instincts.

POTO: E/C/R, as stated above and for all those reasons. Oh, and you know what - The Phantom and Gustave from Love Never Dies. Can’t get away from those father-son ships. I actually care about that relationship than E/C or R/C in LND (maybe because both E/C and R/C suck in the sequel so what else am I going to latch onto).

Batman: Listed here, but my heart really lies with three ships. Jaytim is the first: it’s the whole “angry woobie destroyer of worlds who hates everyone meets seemingly well-adjusted and cheerful individual who is secretly hiding their own issues” dynamic. Bane/Talia from The Dark Knight Rises is the second. Doesn’t matter if it’s familial, friendship, protector and protectee, or romantic, I eat it up, and to be fair, it’s never explicitly stated what the relationship is in the movie. All we know is that the two grew up together in a hellhole prison, probably dependent on and solely trusting only one another, and that bond continues even after they leave, and not even death will make them leave one another. Finally, we have Jason Todd/therapy from the Arkham games. Because the poor guy needs it.

MCU: STEVE/BUCKY (aka Stucky). This ship (again, could be friendship or romantic) dominated my thoughts for four years. Steve’s fish-out-of-water status! Bucky’s horrific imprisonment under Hydra. The way the two find each other after and the angst. The fact that Steve refuses to kill Bucky and, even after seventy years, succeeds in breakthing through to him because their connection runs that deep. The fact that Marvel just ruined this relationship so now I have to rely on fanfic. Oh yes, and I also slowly fell into the Kastle ship (Frank Castle aka The Punisher and Karen Page). Another “hardened killer with sad backstory who connects to idealistic young woman with hidden darkness” dynamic.

Terminator: T-800 aka “Uncle Bob” and John Connor. Returning to sad father-son dynamics, I have this from Terminator 2. A robot learning emotions! A boy learning to take his place as a leader and all-loving hero. The bond they form, partially because the T-800 will do nothing else but protect John and partially because John has no father-figure of his own, so his robot bodyguard will do. THE ENDING.

ASOIAF/GOT: I actually have very few ships from here other than Arya/Gendry (and only when they’re older) and, weirdly, Theon/Sansa from the show. The Gendrya ship is just cute, it may well be the most wholesome ship on here, while Theonsa has shades of Stucky in it, I suppose, given that Theon has been tortured so badly he can barely remember his own name, until Sansa turns up and reminds him enough that he breaks out of it to help her.

Favorite characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: My favorite characters from here are probably more side characters, so I’ll just say Hermione Granger. Her focus on academics, fear of failure, and conviction that the library holds all the answers, felt all too reminiscent of myself.

Star Wars: Darth Vader,  no contest whatsoever. Cool mask, cool cape, cool lightsaber, and the absolute worst life one can imagine.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Interestingly, Will Turner. Yeah, I guess Jack Sparrow is cool and Elizabeth is absolutely awesome to watch and has the greatest change in the series, but oh-so-serious Will, with his deep loyalties and slow slide into moral ambiguity because of those loyalties, fascinates me.

Halloween: Laurie Strode, all versions. My favorite final girl, my survivor of trauma (except in the remake, where, well, she doesn’t survive). Also, her daughter in the Thorn trilogy, Jamie Lloyd, the most tragic little girl to walk across a horror movie screen.

Bat Boy The Musical: Ah, wow, haven’t thought about this. I guess Bat Boy and Shelley, more by default than anything.

POTO: Christine Daae, no contest. Love her character, love her arc, love her songs, love her costumes.

Batman: Listed here.

MCU: Bucky Barnes (unless he counts as a side character), but I also love Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Karen Page, Elektra Natchios... and I’ll leave it at that.

Terminator: John Connor. (There’s a reason I haven’t watched Dark Fate yet... or ever.)

ASOIAF/GOT: Three of them! Daenerys Targaryen, who I love because she tries so hard to rule well, who is so observant and cognizant of the things going on around her. Then Sansa Stark, who makes such astounding growth, who retains her empathy and compassion throughout, who is capable of startling perception and insight which most others underestimate. And finally, Cersei Lannister. She’s terrible. I love her.

And favorite side characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: Sirius Black may well have been my first fictional crush. But Remus Lupin is the kind of person (and teacher) I aspire to be.

Batman: I swear, depending on the comic series or movie, everyone is a side character. I’ll just link to my old ask again.

Star Wars: Batman syndrome all over again; every character in Star Wars might be a side character elsewhere, and every side character gets to be the main character of their own comic, book, movie, etc. Erm... I really liked Rose from the sequel trilogy and Chirrut Imwe from Rogue One. I find Mara Jade from the Legends universe fun to read. WAIT I GOT IT - Queen Amidala’s handmaidens from Episode I (Sabe, Rabe, Eirtae, Yane, Sache). Highly trained in both politics, decorum, and weaponry, able to be utterly nondescript or the Queen’s decoy at the drop of a hat? I love.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Hmm... you know what, I thought Syrena the mermaid was pretty cute.

Halloween: Rachel Carruthers! Your typical girl-next-door but well done and with a touching relationship with her foster sister. I will die mad about her death in the fifth movie.

Bat Boy The Musical: Uh.... I’ll get back to you on this...

POTO: Carlotta is super fun.

MCU: Oh heck, Dottie Underwood. (My taste in female characters goes like this: a) intelligent and observant, 2) sweet and compassionate, 3) batsh*t insane. She’s the third.)

Terminator: Not sure how much of a side character she is, but Kate Connor. Wife and second-in-command to John Connor, able to heal wounds and kick butt depending on what the movie requires.

ASOIAF/GOT: I’ll probably think of someone else, but you know what? Queen Rhaenys Targaryen, younger sister and wife to Aegon the Conqueror, whom he wed out of desire. Playful, spirited, loved to fly, sponsored musicians, initiated reforms for the smallfolk, what’s not to love? (Apart from one possibility of her death... but we don’t talk about that.)

[jinxfirebolt18902]

Lux Vitae Part 2 (Salvatore Brothers Imagine)

Salvatore brohters x sister reader.

Part 1

Words: 1848

—What?! You have to be kidding me Evie. Speak. Now. —Damon’s short temper was beginning to show.

—Please! I am not ready to talk about it yet. I will tell you I promise, just... not today. Let’s not talk about touchy subjects today.

—Says the one who slapped me for dating a girl. —Stefan mocked her.

Her look turned serious —It’s not funny Stefan, she’s not just “a girl” and you know it. —He let out a sigh and nodded negatively. —Are you hungry? —She nodded yes without speaking a word. Just then her system was starting to ask her for some blood.

Two empty bags of blood and a cup of Bourbon after, Evangeline was more than ready to go to bed. It had been a long journal to Mistyc Fall. Plus the emotional encounter with her loved ones, the blood satisfying her hunger and Damon’s fingers running through her black locks got her completely asleep, once again laying on his elder brother’s chest.

The cold sarcastic Salvatore was in a trance. His light blue piercing gaze never left her body, following her movements when his own breaths moved her up and down lightly. In a moment he rested his pink lips against her head and remained that way for long minutes. Of course Stefan had never had such a good oportunity to give his brother a taste of his own medicine but two things stopped him from doing so. One the deadly glare in form of warning Damon was sending him the second he noted his brother was about to talk. And in second place the peace that surrounded the room now they were all together.

Since the beginning the Salvatore family had always been easy to crack. All the men from the family tended to get into heated arguments, fights and it was due to their short tempers. But Mrs. Salvatore was the key to keep them united. She had always been able to calm them down and make up the broken bonds between her husband and her sons. Specially beetween Damon and Giuseppe. As years passed by the little Evangeline had also developed the same talent. Slowly she had become the symbolical happiness of the family. She could even fix her parents’ relationship whenever they had a disagreement. She had earned herself the place to be the sunshine in the darkest times.

Evangeline woke up in a king sized bed with soft covers. She remained laying as she took a deep breath. A gentle smile adorned her angelical face. As she waited for the sleep to entirely leave her body her gaze wondered taking in every detail of the room. She finally felt safe, comforted and loved thanks to her siblings.

—Someone had a good night apparently, huh? —Damon was standing in the doorframe resting his shoulder against it. His arms were crossed and he had a side smirk on his face. She let out a small laugh then stretched her muscles.

—Good morning —her voice was sweet yet raspy for the sleep. Damon thought it was the cutest thing in the world. —Where is Stefan? —at this his eyebrows moved up and down one time accompanied by a heavy sigh.

—He’s with Elena, his girlfriend. —Evie’s content expression dropped to an annoyed one.

—Of course he is. 

—Oh c’mon baby sis, you aren’t jealous, are you? —he laughed as he started to walk away down the corridor. —Breakfast is ready!

Evie and Damon had spent the whole morning updating her on the actual Mistyc Fall, their new friends, their new enemies and all the recent events that had taken place. She noticed this Alaric guy was the only one who really understood and cared about the new Damon. A new Damon he had omitted to detail but that she was beginning to discover.

He hadn’t told her about his behaviour so she wasn’t aware of how much he had changed, why he had changed and how he was now. Neither she knew how distanced he and Stefan were now. But she was suspicious about that in particular because she hadn’t forgotten her family issues and if you added their lack of comunication she had witnessed in just a few hours, she thought you had to be really stupid not to notice their damaged relationship.

—So... a lot of shit going on then... —she drowned in her thoughts for a moment to process all the information she just got. She began to put some pieces together. —I wanna meet them.

—Who?

—All of them. Bonnie, Jeremy, Matt, this Caroline souds cool. Oh and I’m dying to meet Alaric!

He puffed some air as he rolled his eyes, he couldn’t believe it. —You will, eventually.

—Oh c’mon D! Invite them to have dinner—That’s not happening Evie.

—Why not?!

—Because most of them wish I was buried alive, Ev. That’s why.

She let out a burst of laughter. —I knew you had screwed shit up. —he gave her a glare. —At least Alaric?

A knock in the door caused Damon to walk there. When he saw who was outside he let his head fall backwards along with a sarcastic laugh. His body moved aside to let the person in. —Alaric, always at the right time.

The history teacher frowned at his words. —Is everything ok?

—Yeah, come in. There’s someone who's dying to meet you. —Damon gave him one of his so usual sarcastic smirks. The human was even more confused increasing his frown. They walked to the living room where she turned her head to look at them with a smiley face. —Did I ever mention you we have a little sister?

Alaric’s eyes went wide. —What?

—Hi, my name is Evangeline Salvatore. Don’t worry, I actually had been missing some years so it’s no surprise they didn’t tell you about me. —she shook their hands.

—Because we thought you were dead, not missing.—Damon couldn’t resist to add. He was kinda mad at her for not looking for them.

Alaric reciproccated the greeting. Right after he sent a look to his vampire friend.

—I’m Alaric. —she smiled bigger.

—Nice to meet you. I, unlike you, have heard a lot about you.

Alaric and Damon took Evangeline for a tour around the town. Everything had changed since she had been there. Obviously. The streets were paved, shops of all sizes took place all aroud and now there was a big modern restaurant in the centre of the small town. the three of them walked in and took a seat at the bar. She was observing everyone around her when a piece of the conversation her companions were having caught her attention.

—Women mess with your head, mate. Don’t try to understand Jenna, cause you won’t be able to. —the blond took the last sip of his whisky and nodded defeated.

—Well I guess you know pretty much about women, bro. Don’t ya? —she provoked him on purpose earning a glare and a grunt from him.

A couple of hours had passed between chats, drinks and food. Most of the time Damon and Alaric, or Rick as Damon nicknamed his friend, talked and discussed about different subjects while she limited herself to watch the place and take in the activities happening in the Grill. People getting in and out, teens playing pool, the waitress working and cleaning the tables. Suddenly a young boy appeared in front of her. She blinked at her sight. A light brown irises were piercing through hers. The cute boy gave her a pretty smile then proceeded to introduce himself.

—Name’s Thomas. Yours? —he offered her his right hand along with another flirty smirk.

Her gaze checked in her brother’s direction. She remembered her brothers being the classic jealous-protective kind. But Damon had always stood out being more of an overprotective. So she had guessed the years apart hadn’t changed that. In any case it could have gotten worse now having her back after so long. Fortunately Damon wasn’t paying attention right then.

—You can call me Eva. —she smiled back, of course with a mischievous grin. She knew this wouldn’t get too far, even if she wanted and if her siblings allowed it, which wouldn’t happen.

Ten minutes had passed quickly with her in deep conversation with Thomas. Sure enough the boy was pretty interesting and knew how to get a girl, even one like a hundred years old vampire. Thing that isn’t easy to find Evangeline thought. But of course everything comes to an end and so she wasn’t surprised when she felt another person’s shoulder rest against hers. Damon was making his presence notable. He had crossed his arms and flashed the guy a cocky smirk. Classic, Damon. Thomas’ smile fell off, his expression quickly becoming worried. Evangeline rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration.

—Why don’t you get the hell out of here, as far away from my little sister as your ass can take you. —she hitted his shoulder with an spontaneous frown on her face.

—Damon! No need to be rude!

—Of course yes. Now shu shu boy. —Damon waved his hand at the guy as he was a lost dog in the street that he was trying to get rid of. Thomas sent her a glare and slowly walked backwards out of the diner.

—You needn’t do that. 

The scowl on her face made his smile grew bigger. Then he slided an arm over her shoulders and pulled her closer to him.

—Oh c’mon baby sis, don’t hate on me.

The younger and the eldest of the Salvatores were sitting chilling out on the couchs of the big living room when Stefan walked in at the evening.

—Look who decided to come back home —she said out loud not even looking up from her phone.

Damon let out a burst of laughter. He was determinated to pay attention to the scene that was about to develope in front of him.

—Oh shut up you baby little girl —Stefan ran at supernatural speed and pounced over her small figure. Soon her shouts interrumpted with giggels were heard all around the house. Stefan was tickling her taking her breath away in delicious laughs. Both brothers had missed her so much it hurt. Her laugh and her voice immediately transported them to when they were all together and their mother was alive. When everything was okay, no vampires in their life, no Katherine bothering inbetween their relationships and no abusive father.

—Stop calling me baby and little you assholes. I’m 169 now.

Damon couldn’t resist himslef. —You’re 19 Evangeline.

She sent him a deadly glare and crossed her arms to add power to her statement. —Yeah but I’ve been 19 for 150 years. So either way, I’m not baby nor little anymore.

—You still are the youngest of us —Stefan smirked cockily and positioned himself next to Damon. She glanced at them biting her bottom lip. She sighed and let out a small laugh to then get closer to them and embrace them in a group hug.

[mikkomacko]

The True Encounter VI

He groans deep in his chest, nipping at her cheek. "Bloody hell," He mutters, pulling back from her and falling back onto his ankles. "Tha's enough o' tha." He rubs at his eyes to try and rid his brain of the image of him fucking her as she whines alpha.

"Close yeh eyes, please pet?" She looks around in confusion, opening her lips to question him but he cuts her off.

"Just trust meh, m'kay?" Y/n nods, sitting up straight as she closes her eyes. He focuses on his heart, listening to the beat of it and thinking of his wolf.

Or

Y/n is getting to see a whole new side of Harry and he's working out how to bond like humans

~

The next few days are spent in Harry's old room with his laptop playing episodes of The Office and y/n snuggled into him 24/7.

To Harry's delight she's picked up on his scent and has naturally begun to scent him without even realizing what she was doing. It started off with her just trying to get cuddles, she likes when Harry plays with her hair, and had turned into her burrowing her nose into the junction between his neck shoulder, right where his bonding gland is located.

It had made Harry go into a frenzy, his body tingling as y/n sleepily sniffed and kissed at him. He always knew he was into biting, at a young age he realized bonding really got him going but he didn't realize how much he enjoyed the thought of being the one that was bitten.

And when y/n began to comment on how good he smelled, how much she loved his scent, his cock had taken a lovely interest in trying to chub up. Harry was dying to knot her, it was overwhelming that she was finally his, but he couldn't. She was still healing from her bite and he knew if he mentioned a stiffy she would be all too eager to please. She was needy for his dick before she could even begin to fanthom how much of a turn on it is to be able to scent, he can only imagine her pleadings this time around.

So Harry focused on bonding with her in a human way, not as wolves. He wants her to love him like she would a human, like the universe hadn't told her to. Harry wants her to love him enough that she'll bring him into her human life.

"Where'd yeh get this love?" Harry questions, taking the old tattered ear of her stuffed dog between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a gentle pet where he's noticed she likes to rub it.

"My dad gave it to me when I was a baby." Y/n smiles, placing the dog on Harry's tummy so he can get a good look at it. It's a chestnut brown color, slightly faded from y/n's affection but it's still got shiny forest eyes and a stitched in smile despite the small tears in it's ears and the loose strings on its paws. The ear that she likes to rub is matted down but still soft and Harry grins when y/n starts to rub her ring finger over it's snout.

"I take him everywhere with me, his name's Bana." Y/n flips onto her tummy, resting her cheek against Harry's tummy and kissing the dogs foot.

"Bana?" Harry hums, patting it's head. He doesn't understand the meaning behind it but for some reason the name fits the dog's appearance.

"I loved bananas as a baby but I couldn't say it right. My mom said one day I just started calling the dog Bana and I would leave him in the fruit bowl with the other bananas when I didn't feel like playing with him." She giggles at the story, still stroking the dogs ear.

"Yeh never told me much about yeh family." Harry tucks Bana back under her chin, now placing his hand over hers that's resting on his tummy.

"You'd love them." Y/n insists, smiling into the fabric of his tee-shirt. "My mom would absolutely adore you, she loves dimples and you've got the best pair of them. Also helps that you're such a sweetheart." Harry's cheeks heat up and he's grinning like a fool as she continues.

"My dad loves football, just like you. And he likes to watch golf, he'd enjoy watching with you." She's silent for a moment but Harry doesn't say anything, he knows she's got something else to add.

"I texted my mom the other day and told her." She finally says, her fingers lightly pinching at Harry's shirt. "I told her I'd been seeing you and that's it's getting pretty serious. "

Harry knows it's kind of a lie, they haven't been seeing each other very long, not in human terms, but he's still flattered that she'd thought of him enough to tell her family. "What'd she say?"

"She wants to meet you." Y/n replies, "Said we should all have dinner sometime. I told her we were busy right now but I'd let her know as soon as we had time."

Harry wants to tilt her head up and kiss her but he's too comfortable with her laying on him like this so he just rubs his thumb over the back of her hand. "Was thinking 'bout this yesterday," Harry says, watching his hand holding hers. "about your life away from here. I don't want yeh to lose that, yeh traditions and schooling and everything.

"When we bond we'll be married within wolves but I was thinking we should have a wedding, that's what yeh humans do right?"

"You want to have a wedding?" Y/n asks, her voice sounding oddly emotional.

"Of course. " Harry nods. "Want yeh family and friends to come, want to be yours in the wolf world and the human world. "

"I'd love that." Y/n agrees, happily. It makes Harry's chest warm, pleasing her. He loves making her feel appreciated and loved. God knows he'd do anything to keep her content and comfortable.

"And I know you're finishing up school to be a teacher, I want yeh to keep doing that." Harry smiles softly imagining her being a teacher. She'd be great with kids, she just has this wisdom and grace to her that Harry wishes he had. He can't wait to introduce her to Gemma's little ones.

"I can handle everything here while yeh finish school and when you're done yeh can teach here or in the city. Whatever makes yeh happy." It makes his heart ache thinking of her all the way in town at school or working when she could be pampered by him but he refuses to be the kind of man that demands she be a housewife. He may hold power as an alpha but she's a luna and has just as much authority as he does, if not more. He wants her to be happy, she deserves all the happiness her heart can hold.

"Was gonna finish school no matter what you wanted," y/n chuckles, lifting her head to look up at him through sleepy eyes. She looks like such a cute little pup. Harry wants to wrap her up and keep her close all the time, she's just too precious.

"and we'll see what happens when I graduate. Think I might stick around here, don't want to risk you ruining the place while I'm gone." She teases, her eyelids fluttering innocently.

The whole room feels so warm and Harry's chest feels so full, he thinks he's grown another heart because one just isn't enough room for how much he loves y/n.

They talk about her family for a bit more, Harry starting to see where her good heart comes from when she tells him about how much her parents had to work when she was kid. She was often left with her aunt who was trying to raise three kids on her own. Y/n became significantly close with her cousins, enough so that she considers them siblings.

She's in the middle of talking about her first soccer game when her words starts slurring and she's slipping up Harry's body to scent his shoulder, mumbling words into his skin. It doesn't take long for her to drift off and Harry's left wondering if she ever actually got to touch the ball that game or if she just ran up and down the field.

~

Harry knows he needs to tell the pack about y/n and give them a chance to meet her, she is there future luna after all, but when she finally has enough energy to leave his room and start wondering the halls, he isn't ready to do it.

He wants to stay locked in his room with her, loving on her and listening to her talk. She has a voice like honey that he could listen to for the rest of his life.

But being on bed rest for the past week has made her restless and she's been longingly looking out his window onto the town a lot. So Harry decides it's finally time to let her out to explore and he knows just where to take her.

Word had gotten out about y/n, it was easy to notice when a new person showed up to town and the fact that she was practically attached to Harry's hip didn't help either. So it isn't shocking that they're getting stares and proud smiles as Harry walks y/n through town, hands laced together and both of them beaming.

She's confused when Harry leads her back through the cave and out into the woods, turning to him with a pout and lips ready to complain. Harry shushes her softly, pecking her cheek to make her blush and taking her back to his favorite spot in the woods, the spot where this all started.

He has her sit on the plushiest spot of the green grass, knowing how soft it is. When he's running around in wolf form and it gets too hot he likes to roll in the grass there to cool off but he'd never tell her that.

"What are we doing H?" Y/n laces her hands together in her lap, thumbs tapping excitedly.

"Want to show yeh something pet." Harry smirks, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his shirt. Y/n raises an eyebrow in suspicion but stays quiet, obviously not too bothered with Harry's stripping.

Harry keeps close attention to the area around them, listening for any sign of someone heading towards them as he wiggles out of the rest of his clothes, tossing them carelessly towards y/n.

"Stop eyeing meh like 'm a piece of meat." Harry teases, gently dropping to his knees next to her.

She's sitting criss-cross with her elbows digging into her thighs, chin resting on her hands. She's quietly watching him, her eyes intently looking him up and down.

"I'm just admiring." She grins, cheeks turning pink. "You're pretty." Harry shuffles towards her, ducking his head down to swiftly press his lips to hers.

"M'manly." Harry says, purposely making his voice deeper. She giggles, pressing the tip of her nose into his cheek.

"You're my big, strong alpha that just so happens to be pretty."

She's saying it to tease him but it still makes Harry's heart leap and his cock twitch, which isn't exactly what he was trying to get going here but his dick is hanging out and she's really boosting his ego.

He groans deep in his chest, nipping at her cheek. "Bloody hell," He mutters, pulling back from her and falling back onto his ankles. "Tha's enough o' tha." He rubs at his eyes to try and rid his brain of the image of him fucking her as she whines alpha.

"Close yeh eyes, please pet?" She looks around in confusion, opening her lips to question him but he cuts her off.

"Just trust meh, m'kay?" Y/n nods, sitting up straight as she closes her eyes. He focuses on his heart, listening to the beat of it and thinking of his wolf. His skin starts to prickle and his bones ache as he wills his wolf out. He can feel himself changing, his canines poking out and fur sprouting from his pores. There's an uncomfortable burning sensation and a moment of complete numbness before he's standing on all fours, opening his eyes to look at his mate.

~

Despite her deep temptation to peak at Harry, y/n keeps her eyes shut, not wanting to give him any reason to think she didn't trust him. After a moment she feels something cold and wet nudging her cheek. She jumps in shock, her eyes popping open to see something she definitely wasn’t expecting. 

A wolf sits in front of her, at least two times bigger than the average. Y/n knows it’s Harry but she’s honestly never thought of Harry in his wolf form. She was always told that werewolves were evil, bloodthirsty monsters and despite loving Harry, her childhood teachings are still fresh in her mind. But so are all memories of Harry and how sweet he is, how he takes care of her, how swollen his eyes get when he’s tired, how funny he finds Chandler on FRIENDS. 

All that overcomes her initial fright and she’s reaching out to touch Harry. As she softly rubs at the side of his snout, Y/n begins to see the Harry she knows, inside the Harry she’s just seeing. His fur is the same shade of chestnut brown as Harry’s hair and his ears are too small but still cute. Even the way he stands is the same with his paws tilted inward and his back left leg sightly bowed in. And of course, his eyes are still the same shade of emerald green, soft but strong and confident. 

His eyes are searching hers with apprehension, gauging her reaction. Y/n doesn't know if she's supposed to say anything to him or what she would even say so she leans forward and presses a kiss to his wet nose, giggling when he shivers and snuffs.

And then he's running circles around her, pawing at her sides and tickling her with his tail, anything to make her giggle. When her sides start to hurt from laughing and she's dizzy from swiveling her head around to look at him, she grabs his tail and gives it a gentle pull.

Harry stops, coming around to face her with bright eyes and his tongue poking out as he pants. Y/n rubs her fingers through the soft tuft of fur on his neck and he nudges closer to her, affectionately nuzzling her cheek.

He steps back to lick at her palm and then crouches down, taking the band of his boxers in his teeth and dashing off to hide behind the treeline. He emerges minutes later with just his underwear on, beaming at her.

"Fancy seeing yeh here love."

~

Much to Harry's dismay, y/n informed him that it was time she head back to her apartment. She had been calling in sick to work and emailing professors that she had the flu but she doubts they'll believe it any longer. So Harry takes her back to the pack house, helps her gather her things and stuff them in her bag, wrapping her blanket around himself because he loves the smell.

They say goodbye to his mum and Gemma on the way out, y/n promising to be back in a couple days for a pack dinner and then Harry's walking her through town once again.

They're passing by his den when she stops walking, squeezing his fingers to get his attention.

"What'sa matter puppy?" Asks Harry, hoping she's changed her mind and wants to stay with him.

She's biting her lip in thought, eyeing him like she's solving a riddle. After a few seconds of silence she blushes and shyly smiles. "Would you-do you maybe want to stay the night with me? At my place?"

Harry's only ever slept in the confines of the village but it's y/n and he can't bear the thought of sleeping without her so he eagerly nods, kissing her cheek and tugging her towards his den so he can pack some clothes.

He must look crazy, running around with her blanket tied around his neck like a cape and balling up random articles of clothing to shove in a bag but he's doesn't care. All that matters is y/n and how much he loves her.

~

Harry had only been really comfortable in one place his whole life and that's when he's at home, snuggled up in his little den. But y/n's apartment is starting to rival that place.

Now that she's not crying into his chest with a burning fever he can get a good feel for the place and he loves it.

It's warm, the air feeling wonderfully cozy with her scent flowing through it and she's got cute little pictures of flowers or her family everywhere. It's cluttered with books and loose papers but the way they're laid out seems well organized.

Y/n blushes at the slight mess of tissues, old water bottles, and coughdrop wrappers from when she was sick but Harry shrugs it off, loving the place.

Harry takes his stuff to her room, per y/n's request, while she cleans up the trash. The blankets of her bed are tangled and pillows tossed everywhere. It seems like the last time she slept here it was fitful and that makes Harry's heart sad, picturing her tossing and turning with frustrated little huffs.

So he drops his bag and begins straightening out the bed, fluffing her pillows and making the sheets poofy. She's got another stuffed puppy, this one black and newer looking that Harry tucks under the edge of the blanket and pats it's head.

Harry picks up the stray books from her floor and stacks them on the desk in the corner, grinning when he spots a TV. Now they don't have to watch on a little screen, although Harry didn't mind. It gave him an exscuse to cuddle her closer.

Harry drapes the blanket he was wearing over the bed, switching on the lamp by her bed. It ends up illuminating a strand of lights that follows the walls of her room. It all looks so cozy and cute that Harry's shutting off the big bedroom light, kicking off his shoes and flopping onto the bed, pulling her blanket over him.

Harry's never been in a home like this. He didn't grow up with plushies to hug and soft lights and fuzzy blankets. And he didn't have cute pictures of nature and his loved ones to decorate his den. He's always had pillows to hug and flannel blankets because it's cold in the woods and the moon for a night light. He was lucky Gemma was kind enough to get him the night light he has in his bedroom. If his dad knew about it he'd be taunted for being soft and it'd be taken away.

Y/n is perfect, he thinks. She's absolutely perfect for him. He wants her to decorate the whole village with her potted plants and photos and mini posters of literature she must like.

He wants his babies to have stuffies to cuddle and silk sheets with fuzzy blankets. To have cute lights and paint their rooms. He just wants y/n and everything that comes with her.

Harry's tucking her other puppy under his arm when y/n enters, dropping her shoes next to the door. He grins at her, beckoning her to come to him and she does, looking back at him as if waiting for a command. It sends chills up his spine.

Harry sits up, kissing her softly before patting her hip. "Go 'head and do what yeh need to." Harry grins, wiggling deeper into the mattress. " M'comfy here."

She giggles, tucking him in tighter and turning on FRIENDS for him to watch while she works on homework, occasionally making sure Harry was comfortable.

After the fourth episode she turns off her laptop and wipes her face clean before climbing into bed with Harry, losing her jeans and bra on the way over. They shut off the lamp but not the lights, y/n admitting she's afraid of the dark.

"Meh too love." Harry coos, adding that to the list of everything that's perfect about her. "But I don't have lights like this. Quite like them though."

Y/n smiles, kissing at his jaw. "Think I have an extra strand somewhere that would look lovely in your bedroom window."

And Harry's beaming, his heart throbbing in his chest with love. He didn't know it was possible to feel this way about someone. "I think you're right," He hums into the top of her head. "not as lovely as you of course but definitely lovely."

He loves the way he feels with her by his side.

[grimoiresgirlsrp]

Welcome, Vera, as the role of Jupiter! 

Jupiter is definitely a personal favorite of mine and I love how you’ve managed to bring such delicate but strong-willed traits to your character. She’s immensely complex and intriguing from every aspect of your app! The sheer amount of thought put into Ariadne amazes me. I love the little tidbits you’ve added about her personality, as well--it shows a cool side of your character that most people would never know, but gives them a small peek inside the mind of Ariadne. I can’t wait to see what she brings to Salem and how she will grow with the other characters!

Make sure you give the rules another look, and complete the checklist!

☼ THE WRITER

hello! i’m vera, 24 years old from the est timezone, and i’d say my activity is a 6/7 out of 10! i’m a mommy rper and in another group, but very dedicated to this rp, as it’s my literal brain child and i’ve had this concept for so long!

☼ THE BASICS

skeleton: Jupiter

character name: Ariadne Jiang

Named after the Greek goddess of mazes, labyrinths, and puzzles. Ariadne has a brief tale in the mythos, in which she falls in with Dionysus. Chinese 翔 for Jiang has a translation of good luck, when simply translated, to showcase her river of fortune she’s been granted in life.

age & birthdate: 25, June 10th, 1994

birthplace: Shanghai, China

Though born in Shanghai, her family moved around quite often for travels. Her father is a successful businessman, who built an empire from nothing alongside her late grandfather. It’s a great pressure back home, so Ariadne found a liking to the states quickly, and pursued schooling there primarily after turning 13.

She feels more like New Jersey is her home rather than Shanghai, though she does return several times a year to visit family.

length of time in Salem: 7 months

zodiac sign: Gemini

As a air sign, Ariadne is excellent at thinking quickly. She also carries with her a natural charm, but there is very complex layers under the smooth exterior. With much more ability to think rather than feel, she is adaptive, perceptive, but quite closed off. Forming deep emotional bonds is hard for Ariadne, so she keeps everyone at arms length, though they usually don’t even realize it. Quiet and reserved, Ariadne can weaponize her words, dripping with sweetness, and cut deeper than imaginable. She is pretty self-serving, too, and often will put herself above all else. However, she is obedient and good with limitations, and far from reckless. Everything she does is calculated, which is why the two-faced Gemini signs fits her so well.

It’s important to note that she has a Cancer rising sign, which is interesting as if gives her a much softer, approachable, kinder personality in the beginning.

faceclaim: Natasha Liu Bordizzo

☼  THE CHARACTER

Past: Raised like a dove in a cage, Ariadne felt more doll than she did human. Born to wealthy parents in China, she had a lot of expectation put on her shoulders to perform well and always succeed. When she found a talent on piano, her family encouraged her to pursue her dreams, as long as she also followed their carefully set plan. Between private education in the states, traveling with an orchestra around Europe, and accompanying her father on several business trips across most continents, Ariadne was raised to be well-traveled and quite cultured. Unfortunately, she was often reminded that it’s best to be seen, not heard, so for many years of her life, she fell into an obedient, simple lifestyle that she dare not threaten. After graduating from Princeton with a major in music and a business minor, she decided not to return for a masters, and instead chose to travel.

Present: After becoming engaged to long-time family friend Peter, Ariadne realized she needed to think harder about her life. For as long as she could remember, she has simply done as she was told, only finding herself in the notes played from a keyboard. She felt bored, having already been everywhere and seen everything; now, condemned to a quiet, family life, likely returning back to Shanghai to care for her parents as they enter old age. Instead, she followed her heart to Salem, where she now works as a piano teacher, despite not truly knowing why she chose Massachusetts of all places to spend her last year of freedom until her marriage this upcoming winter.

Personality: Elegance and respect are firmly woven into the creation of Ariadne’s personality. She is complex, layered; like her name, she is a labyrinth of silent thoughts. Without ever having a platform to express herself other than an orchestra, she’s learned to fall in line without complaint, but her mind works quicker than you’d think. She is calculating, always on the hunt for success, and her thirst for something interesting is insatiable. With everything having been given to her, it’s hard for her to remember that her place on Earth is one of privileged, even more so now with her new powers. Cold, reserved, intelligent, and and quick to look for the upper-hand, she is a powerful woman in a delicate shell. Magic, to her, is a chance to be someone new — even if only briefly.

☼ DEVELOPMENT

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Personality Analysis:

If she were in a Hogwarts house, Ariadne would be Slytherin

Her MBTI Type is INTJ

Her moral alignment is lawful neutral

If she were in Divergent, she would be placed in Erudite, but quite Divergent herself, likely a mix of Candor and Amity.

Her enneagram type is Type 5

Headcanons:

classical music: her family was happy to encourage her love for piano, especially after moving to new jersey. what had started as a hobby turned into something quite professional until she joined an orchestra in new york city, and eventually went on two different tours with them as a pianist. she has also been paid to come and guest perform at many orchestra performances throughout china, america, and australia. after getting engaged last year, she dropped out of the musical trope. 

travel: Ariadne has been nearly everywhere — many countries in europe, asia, to several different states, and new zealand. part of this was due to traveling with her father’s company, where she worked between semesters as a secretary. the other parts were for pleasure and her classical musical career. 

peter: as her fiance, peter is a bit of a source of stress in Ari’s life. she doesn’t really want to marry him, and she isn’t being forced into it... she just knows it would please her family, and he’s known her for ages. what else was she to do but accept? it’s helpful because peter’s father works with hers, so he speaks mandarin, and is familiar with shanghai. technically speaking, he ticks all the boxes, but Ari is not happy with him in the slightest. 

the future: for as long as she’s been alive, Ari has simply done as she is told. currently she runs a piano lessons business from her home in salem, but she assumes that after getting married to peter and having 1-3 children, she’ll return home to shanghai to live with her parents after her father retires, and she will care for them. plus, it will be her responsibility to sell the business to a good owner, as she does not plan to take over it herself. ari hasn’t even gotten to dream of a future that is her own at this point. 

her magic: astral magic. how interesting, right? she has always loved the stars, and naturally had a good ability to connect them into pictures and stories. she sees well at night, she has a connection to astrology and astronomy, but her family always called it silly. i’m excited to explore how ariadne will connect more with the stars. for her, it’s all about light, and the way stars provide it. 

[oveliagirlhaditright]

So... I’m a few days late for this, and I apologize. I was busy making birthday presents for the best friend and lost track of time.

And if people can’t use this because it’s late, they of course don’t have to. But...

This is what KH means to me... My thank you to the KH team...

I would have loved to write something for them, but I don’t know if they’d be big on getting fanfiction for their own work. I also could have done a digital manipulation or gmv for them... But IDK. Maybe them getting their own work back to them in a fan-edited way wouldn’t seem good at all? Because you didn’t do most of the work there. They did. You just edited it. And maybe you even edited in a way they wouldn’t approve of, and they see your work as copyright infringement?

So that leaves drawing, but I’m not the best drawer yet...

So screw it. I’m just going to write an essay about what this series has meant to me, the last seventeen years.

(Warning. This will be long. And probably emotional.)

Where do I even begin... I discovered this series when I was nine-years-old, right after the first game had come out. And seeing the advertisements for it on Disney channel made me want to have it so very badly.

I actually didn’t have a PS2 at the time... And while my sister and I did want other games alongside KH, yes, it was mainly for KH that we wanted a Playstation 2... So we begged our parents for one for Christmas, and they were gracious enough to get us one and quite a few games... and, of course, Kingdom Hearts with them.

We actually didn’t start with that one, though (even though I wanted to). My sister wanted to somewhat save the best for last, I guess... And when we did finally end up playing it, I had actually caught a bit of a cold (and it was only the promise that we’d finally play Kingdom Hearts, that day that got me to game. Even though I had been every day before, and had enjoyed all the other games--don’t get me wrong--but I was feeling that crappy, and it took the incentive of Kingdom Hearts to get me to agree).

And to say that I fell in love with it from the get-go would be an understatement. The opening cinematic pulled me in, it’s true (and already, I could tell this was different from the other games based on movies that I’d played), but it was mainly the Dive to the Heart section that really captured me (and made me forget my illness). That atmosphere still gives me chills and wonder, and calls me back to give it a go again years and years later. And I’m glad something like it has been included in games since, like in KHII, KHIII, Re:Coded, and what have you.

I was nine... So I stumbled my way through a lot of this game--and I mean stumbled--I had no idea what I was doing most of the time. In the fights, a lot of the ways I’d let Donald and Goofy do all of the work... and it took me a whole month to find Maleficent in Hollow Bastion. But I did end up beating the game, and understanding all of it.

I also ended up getting deep thoughts about it--as it is a mystery series that leaves you thinking--and I know I used to annoy people by talking about it. Haha. But this series got me thinking in a way that nothing else had... And that I honestly don’t know if most other kids my age could have... at least without something like this in their lives.

At this point, the series owned my soul. It touched me more than any other piece of media ever had, and ever will--and I’d had plenty pieces of media I really liked back then, such as Sailor Moon and yet they didn’t even come close. And while I’d shipped other couples before, such as Usagi and Mamoru from Sailor Moon, Sora and Kairi was the first one where I really felt like “These two have to be together”--and my life became about waiting for the next game (it still very much is, as sad as that might be to say).

I remember I would go to the store, and often times ask people who worked in the game section if they knew anything about a Kingdom Hearts II (this was before I had the Internet), and I recall being really sad one time when one of the workers told me maybe there never would be. LOL And to be clear, this was the time even before Chain of Memories.

Eventually, I saw Chain of Memories advertised on Cartoon Network and then begged my parents for a Game Boy Advance, so I could play this sequel. And for the Christmas that year, they complied as well (gosh, I have the best parents in the world). But I was saddened when I realized I couldn’t really play it with my sister (and her best friend) who I’d played the first game with. So my sister just told me to play it, and then tell her everything that happened. Which I did... With notes, and everything. Oh, yeah. I kept notes on KHI, CoM, and KHII, I think. I was that level of crazy (in a good way!).

Around this time, I was also subscribed to Disney magazines... And when I eventually got one that had Kingdom Hearts II in it: the one that revealed Sora’s new outfit as Beast’s Castle as a world--the first I’d ever heard of it, and the first I realized that Chain of Memories wasn’t the “true sequel” (as much as I did like Chain of Memories, I was glad to hear this. And even moreso that it was coming back to consoles, so I could experience it with my sister and her best friend again), I legitimately screamed so loud, you don’t even know. It’s a good thing I was home alone that day... And screaming about anything Kingdom Hearts related has pretty much become a trend of mine. Oops.

...So then I ended up pre-ordering Kingdom Hearts II from GameStop, with all of the cool things that came with that (like the special edition strategy guide that had four different covers, based on Sora’s Drive Forms. I have the Valor/Brave Form one), and I asked my mom to pick it up for me while I was at school so I could come home the day it came out and immediately start playing it. It came out near the beginning of that year’s spring break, and I beat the whole game in that time... You couldn’t have pulled me away from my Playstation 2 that break if you had tried. 

I also know that I tried out for my school’s show choir the time that Kingdom Hearts II had just come out... Something I really should have cared about, but I didn’t as much as I could’ve... And while my mom had gotten busy talking to someone, waiting for me to come back from my audition, when I got back and she was still talking to them... I sort of wanted her to hurry along, so I could get back to my game... Something I think my mom even admitted to that person (but in as nice a way as possible)... Oh my gosh.

I also know that one day, I was thinking about KHII in class--I’d left off on the half-way mark of the game, with the 1000 Heartless battle and all that--so it was heavy on my mind... Our teacher was asking us about our weekends, and someone else in class started talking about how they started playing Kingdom Hearts II, and I gasped loudly--to which everyone stared--and I said that I had the game, too, and loved it... My teacher then said that was the most emotion they’d ever gotten out of me.

Ahahahahaha. I have many other embarrassing stories that I could admit with this series--particularly with KHII, and I have on past accounts--but you know what? I’m going to save myself some humiliation and keep them to myself.

But KH... It means the world to me. How can it not? It’s been a constant joy in my life for so many years: That’s been with me through just a little before my double-digit years, all of my teens, and into my adulthood.

I’ve made many friends through this series, too, either by convincing my friends to give it a try or making friends with people I know love the saga.

It’s a constant light for me, and always has been, that reminds me of my childhood (for so many reasons. The Disney for sure being one of them) and simpler times: And that there always is a light at the end of the tunnel... 

In fact, the KH characters even feel like friends I’ve had for a long time--that I can always count on--and who I’m always happy to see.

And even now, that feeling hasn’t faded away (it probably never will). Since the way I reacted to KHIII, is pretty much the way I did KHII: Even fourteen years later, and as an adult now.

Kingdom Hearts even introduced me to all the things I love. I found YouTube--after I finally got Internet--when a friend told me I could watch the Kingdom Hearts II secret ending there, as I hadn’t unlocked it myself (and since I had doubts in myself as a gamer back then, I wasn’t sure that I could. Even though I had unlocked the one for the first game. And did eventually do so for the second game... and all of them, except for KHIIFM so far). And YouTube, amvs (a lot of them for KH) is how I found my love for video editing.

And moreover, I’m a writer. And it was in Googling stuff about Sora and Kairi that I eventually discovered fanfiction (that I actually, stupidly, thought was official stuff by the actual writers at first, because I found fanfiction on sites that weren’t called that), and through that started it myself and honed my writing skills. My writing style is probably even inspired by KH, in a lot of ways--like how I handle mystery and when I deliver information to the reader, and all.

KH also did simpler things, like getting me into other Square Enix games (Final Fantasy, The World Ends With You, Bravely Default), and gaming in general.

I wouldn’t be the person I am today without Kingdom Hearts, and that’s just the facts.

I’ve even bonded over it with my dad. My dad doesn’t know the series at all, God bless him, but he’s always willing to talk to me about it and ask me questions since he knows I love it so much. He always asks me when the next game’s coming out. Or if he knows one’s coming out, he’s aware of how happy that must have made me... Or if I’m playing it around him, and he hears a long song begin to play, he knows I must have beaten it. He also went to the Kingdom Hearts Orchestra with me:D

My mom also knows the series through me. A bit more than my dad, since she used to come up and watch us play it some (my dad also did a few times). But I felt it’s more fitting to mention my dad here, since he actually knows it less... And still admirably does this stuff, and is still this in the know about how much it means to me.

...I’ve admitted this before (like in an official survey to Square Enix)--even though I don’t like to, for obvious and personal reasons (and this is for sure something my parents don’t know and never should)--that in really rare, dark times of mine... Kingdom Hearts has saved me from suicide: Those times that I struggle with depression, and felt like I really had nothing else to live for... And yet wanting to be alive to finally see the end of Sora's story, drove me to give life another chance.

And I don’t really think I can say much more than that, or go deeper, to express just what this franchise is to me.

So Kingdom Hearts team... from the bottom of my heart, thank you for everything.

[theworstjedi]

Facing the Mirror

Friyr heard metal spikes scrambling down a cantina counter and across the room in that very same insectoid manner NM-1 possessed.

“Hullo, George. Stop tryin’ t’get th’bartender t’serve you alcohol,” he intoned without greeting. He tapped the weapon turned makeshift staff in his hand around the room as she stepped forward.

Rrzzzwiittt

Friyr snorted as the butt of his piping hit on something solid, and Friyr edged his way around it. “No you didn’t. I don’ think your audio sensors pick up anythin’ beyond this room.”

Zzzwroot

A smile tugged the cut corner of Friyr’s mouth. “Truuuue a lotta people don’ deserve me; that’s fact. Dunno why you’re so concerned with it though.”

Reet

Friyr’s expression quickly turned to a frown in the wake of the sliding doors. “Even if I was th’type t’get all jolly with m’master, there’s a big ol’flaw in your get me with Tabris plan.”

Friyr wiggled his fingers at Mader Gunns spiel in Huttese, he didn’t fully understand, then stepped out into Ambria’s dry coarse heat. Old sunburns immediately stung in protest. Friyr dug his teeth into each other. Time made callouses but did not build pain resistance. Ambria. Ammmbria. It got under his skin the way sun damage soaked up heat, and yet—the perverse call over the rocky wastes appealed something fierce to him.  

Wrrrrooottoo doot doot

“Yeah, I guess there’s plenty’a green guys around.” Friyr made a face. “Why’s everyone think I gotta green fetish?” he muttered as NM grabbed his pants leg. Friyr stopped, a displeased bent to his mouth as the droid pinched the fabric, tugged for security, and began to climb up until he was perched on Friyr’s good shoulder, which Friyr leaned away to accommodate. He could feel NM’s little legs digging into his chest through the clothing. He began to walk again. His pace was more burdened by NM’s heavy carapace.

The little but weighty droid trilled again. “Yah, aliens’re preddy hot,” Friyr conceded in an undertone on the off chance any were around. “I never did getta try out Chiss.” Friyr bounced to the balls of his feet to jostle the stowaway. “By th’way. Yer not stayin’ up there.”

Delet doorooo too otooo

The droid fiddled with the bag on Friyr’s back, making the man duck with a pouch to his lips as the fabric of the study canvas pulled and the metal fastenings came undone. “Yer not comin’.”

<<Stop me bitch,>> The droid said in fully rendered basic automation.

Friyr’s lips parted in combination surprise and resignation.

<<I wish to see what happens in this desert.>>

“Well there are no big booty red heads, I prahmise.”

<<We will see. I have heard tales of lone desert spirits in the form of beautiful women offering favors to men.>>

Friyr rolled his eyes so hard he felt the strain in his sockets. “Yah? Bully fer ‘em. Tell me when there’s Massassi suckin’ dick out there. I’ll bring cred chips.”

___

Friyr bounced the pack to a string of binary to audio curses, chuckled, and left on his way. The desert was cruel. The sand shifted with the movements of the Force, belying his own insignificance in it. Wails of a past pain were resonant with each gust of wind and beaten ray of sun that peeled him, so Friyr didn’t judge Ambria too harshly. The planet had come to suit his soul.

Though it didn’t think kindly of him, he did of it in a sense. Caring about something Sith scorned was as futile as the last steps of the behemoth that had staggered and died in the sand. Friyr felt the gargantuan skeleton loom out of the desert easily. The currents of wind diverted in its wake. The creature had died alone. Perhaps scared. But it had tried. Friyr could try and hope it made a little bit of difference before he kicked it.

The first thing Friyr did when he waded through the sand trails to his chosen spot, was throw his pack inside of the skull. It was shaded and spacious in the maw of the beast. Friyr climbed in through the crown of teeth and reshouldered his staff. The plain bone agianst his flat palm acted as his guide.

The Force was warm here. Familiar, like home, but it was uncontestedly dark in concentration. Friyr couldn’t count how many times he’d come here and—

He dropped his jaw, his walls to the Force, and screamed until the dead world, plagued by its own pain, resonated with the chills of his own echoing from his body. Sand eddied with his voice heightened by shame, failure, defeat.

When you scream for blood, you lean the weight of every decision that has led you here to it so that your enemy might know it. Herald his death with your unquenchable thirst for it. You are Sith.

It was transformative. Friyr channeled the unused emotions cluttering his stomach into the darkness he felt deep inside him still, and the unearthly wail welcomed by a world that had seen many desperate and dying beasts before haunted and unhallowed the ground he stood on. Not that it had been hallow to begin with; Ambria was not an innocent planet.

Friyr panted as his breath, taken from far beyond his lungs, ran dry. His eyes wide and  blown a beautiful gold. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.He fell back against the bone. Heaving.

“Friyr?”

…

Luca Dorne was not the highest on the list of people he wished to talk to in his moment of weakness. No one was, but—Friyr turned to face him.

___

Luca had left after a brief moment of sitting in the sun talking and giving himself heatstroke all the while. Talking. NM had busied himself arranging the small encampment Friyr kept in the skull. He dug in the sand and complained as Friyr leaned back and settled himself against the bone wall, feeling the temperature fade by degrees. He drifted… in and out of a trance, sometimes replying to the small droid’s complaints.

When he came to, the sun had set, and NM was furiously keeping vigil for the aforementioned spirits. Friyr could hear the tap of his legs shifting the sand. He smiled. Friyr closed his eyelids and savored the coolness. He was distinctly hungry from the trance. The screams had left him empty, elevated and awash in the Force’s grip.

Friyr leaned the forward and pulled the pack forward, feeling for the oilcloth of food he’d settled next to the bundle he’d made for Marzian. His fingers touched the soft skin, and he pulled it out. His fingers unknotted the thin twine as he thought.

Something had to give for Friyr Illustratum. Becoming a Jedi had forced Friyr to strip himself down in front of a mirror and admit he hated parts of himself he’d grown to love. He had been created in adversity and forged by his own callousness. Friyr remembered what it was to be Sith every time he wailed into the empty dunes with no one to hear and no one to care.

Power, strength infused his ruined body, soothed the muscles that no longer worked. The Force murmured that she had him so long as he paid his due to her in the end. It was comforting even if the sum he owed for these narcotic injections of calm assurance were steep from his past usage. Friyr remembered what it was to keep a clear mind in those precious moments of sight and … ability. Free of his body and the prison of stubbornly tormented thoughts. It was a lie.

Friyr only ever had wanted to be alright, he realized, and the decrepit price he’d paid for it was more than he had realized. Sith was fantasy borne of desperate men who didn’t want to admit they were dying. They took people with them before they went but—

Friyr pushed the cloth back and brushed his fingers over the dried fruit and bread. The fruit leather was oilier than the dried oro. He brushed over the rough meat to soft pillowy yeast.

Friyr wanted nothing more than to cut his connection to the Force. He might’ve asked had he not respected the time Teran, As’traa, and Ma’lar had done to pull him back from the brink. Friyr tried not to disappoint people. Especially those he made promises to. Jedi did not make bonds wantonly and neither did slaves.

Friyr tore a piece of the bread with his teeth, calm now. Unnaturally so.

He could only imagine what Sahley would’ve thought. He had changed. The Sahley he had bedded would’ve thought different of the old Sith. Impressed somehow by his scars and the obvious experience behind his words. The way that Friyr had ran his hands over him and the express interest that Sahley had admitted to finding only once before.

This Sahley, the one that Friyr was less apt to take advantage of, believed more in the Sith’s capacity to give in to his own pain. To desert. To run. Like Friyr had run from him. There were furls of difficulty in his words. Distance from the hard and fast way Friyr had been living as though it had been expected. And why shouldn’t he? Friyr had severed the budding connection Sahley had searched for with a purposeful cruelty. Pain, he’d justified then, was the only teacher and none of his business if it wasn’t his own. Friyr hadn’t given anyone any other impression than fast, loose, and easy anyhow.

Friyr swallowed and began to gulp small mouthfuls of water, so it wouldn’t hit him all too hard.

Friyr didn’t know when that had become the rule. It wasn’t him, but he was lonely, starved for close relationships, and half-crazy from his time in the Empire. Bodies were grounding, and he was good at having people but not carrying them with him. They filled a need left vacant. That was fine. Friyr wasn’t a creature of luxury. He was simple. He needed food, sex, and George in that order.

But every so often. A Kurt. A Sahley. He’d wander by, and Friyr would wonder. He hadn’t known he liked the green skinned alien until last night. Sitting in a tree with a girl he barely knew but liked very well enough. In this quiet moment Friyr could pinpoint the exact moment he’d endeared himself to the one-night stand.

He capped the bottle, placed it back into the sand, and wandered outside, pushing heaps of sand in his wake. His face turned up to a distant moon washing the sand in a dim glow that gauzed his eyes.            Sahley had taken his wrist and pulled him out onto the deck of Outpost Aether. The Jedi inside milled around talking about things Friyr didn’t quite understand.

Can you feel the sun on your skin? he asked, and part of Friyr’s heart melted under the feeling of being cared for, paid attention to despite every part of him that people gawked at, pointed out, made awkward jokes over to cover their own anxiety. Sahley had grabbed his wrist and asked a blind man, if he could feel the sun. It was so pathetic. Wanting.

Friyr realized that he would always be dogged by the curiosity of what it was to be loved by someone else in the way he loved them. The attachment was not to Sahley. Perhaps not to Kurt, but rather the need to feel—wanted?

Friyr closed his eyes and breathed outward. A stray breeze cradled his face a moment before it returned to the heavens. A chime of musical notes followed it, and Friyr hummed to the tune of the universe gently singing. Today had been good for him. Friyr had asked Sahley to be his in a way Friyr already knew he didn’t want but couldn’t exist without. The man had said a clear no, and Friyr had finally exhaled a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. In truth, he didn’t know what he’d do with Sahley if he’d said yes.

The rejection was closure. Friyr still nursed a sweet spot for the mirialan, but he didn’t ache for him. Not the way he’d ached for Kurt in silence and shame. Friyr knew he’d never be wanted, if only because logically he didn’t care for the concept and people were smart enough to understand that chasing that was trouble. His heart, like his body had needs though. Something would need to be arranged because Friyr couldn’t avoid attachments any longer, wait for someone else to tell him no. He needed to deal with them.

Friyr thumbed the Force Bond within him thoughtfully. Thoughtfully. Somewhere in the Empire, a pang of a memory found Kurt Wax, but the Pureblood didn’t pull back. He was trying to move on. Friyr smiled sadly. Perhaps this was his answer.

[reylo-solo]

i could swear i love you

A reylo prompt fill for the lovely @anationrising! I had fun writing this one; I hope it doesn’t stray too far from what you had in mind! I couldn’t contain the angst, I’m sorry lol.

Read it on AO3.

           The last thing Kylo sees is the girl. She stops, and looks over her shoulder at him; that charming brow creased in anger. He truly thought she was right there, in the room with him somehow. But now she was gone, as if she had never been there in the first place, which left a cold, hollow chill in Kylo’s gut.

           He can still taste her rage on his tongue. How he had missed it; that familiar spice, oddly sweet and innocent, yet scorching enough to make him perspire. Anger directed at him for appearing to her, and also at herself, for hesitating even for a second. He had watched her self-correct; had seen each individual emotion pass over her freckled face: shock, confusion, mystification, and then panic as it dawned on her, stumbling fury, and embarrassment. Her ire, although very clearly directed at him, burned in his own cheeks and made him short of breath. His heart is still beating double-time against his ribs, but why? He never got so anxious before a foe! But, of course, she wasn’t a foe at all…

           She’s just a stupid scavenger, he tells himself bitterly, when he finally unthaws enough to move after their surprise encounter. Her mind has been poisoned by the rebel scum she spends her time with. If she would just open her eyes, she would see what I see. She belongs at my side, and I at hers. She needs a teacher. She needs me.

           The desperation, even in the voice of his own mind, severely embarrasses him. His lies are so transparent, so hollow. Even he can’t bring himself to believe them as truth. If anything, he needs her. He can feel this in the marrow of his bones. Ever since he first laid eyes on her, and at this point he can no longer recall if that first time had been in the forest on Takodana or in a dream, he had felt a strange attachment to her. And every time since then that she had left him, he had felt an empty ache deep inside himself. He had felt this type of thing before, only a little differently, when he would lose sight of his mother as a child.

           The last thing he saw was the girl, looking over her shoulder at him. The last thing he had thought before she vanished was that he wished she was really there. And, fleetingly, in some far recess of his mind, he swore he loved her.

           When he sees her again, it is much sooner than he expected. There’s rain. It is cool and refreshing on his skin and tastes salty. Where is it coming from?

           Ah. Her.

           Just like that she’s there, rain-soaked and windswept, and she’s glaring daggers at him again. But at least she was looking at him – meeting his eyes, not daring to shy away from confrontation. He liked that about her. She is strong; much stronger than even she realizes. But he knows it.

           She calls him a murderous snake. Initially, it wounds him; her words seem to pierce through his flesh and embed themselves deep inside. But he is no stranger to insults, no stranger to deflection. She is just as curious as he is; he can see it in her eyes and feel it wrap around him like a blanket made of wonder. He experiences her tenderness, but also her wrath.

           And suddenly he finds himself drawing closer to her, lowering the tone of his voice into a seductive purr, inspecting her closely with his eyes. He’s just so happy that she’s actually there; Maker forbid he show it. He taunts her a little, and enjoys the looks of incredulity she gives him. It’s like a game between the two of them. Whoever gets the last word, the last jab and dare, wins. He’s so enthralled by her and he yearns for their conversation to be lengthier, but it isn’t meant to be. With one final, scalding look, they part ways again. And, just as he did the last time, and all the times before that, he felt that now familiar sting of abandonment and loneliness. He wonders if she feels it too. He wonders if she loves him like he loves her.

           I love you. He tests the words on his tongue.

             The last time Kylo felt so seriously, uncomfortably vulnerable, he was lying half-mangled in the snow, staring up at Rey, who had his grandfather’s lightsaber gripped in her fists with her teeth bared menacingly down at him. And now, he found himself in a much similar position, minus the half-mangled part. This time, he was half-naked.

           He had worked hard for his body. It had its fair share of scars, bruises, and cuts, but it was his, and it was strong. It was something Kylo and only Kylo could control. So for the last three and a half hours, he’d been training. Releasing pent-up frustration and rage. Breaking things.

           But despite all of that, he still did not feel proud or confident when he turned around to face her. He felt small and, for just a moment, afraid. Afraid of what she’d say. Afraid of what she’d do. But it passed like a ghost as he watched that rosy pink colour flood her cheekbones. Even in the dim light of his quarters he recognized her blush. It was too beautiful not to remember. Her eyes were downcast; she had hurriedly looked away upon realizing his indecency. He desperately wants her to look at him again, because the feeling of her eyes on his body makes his head spin in delirious, euphoric circles. But oh, that’s right, he’d almost forgotten. She’d said something about his father.

           When she finally does raise that proud chin of hers, there are tears in her eyes, and something inside him curls in on itself, like a dying plant. Why is she crying? He asks himself. Am I truly that monstrous to her?

           Once again he can’t resist stepping closer to her, until she has to crane her neck to meet his gaze. Never before had he found himself wishing so hard that she didn’t hate him. As their conversation goes on and the words tumble uselessly out of Kylo’s mouth, he wants nothing more than to wipe the tears from her cheeks and bid her not to cry. But he can’t. Instead, he stands like a statue a few inches away, forgetting to breathe because he’s so focused on her and how close she is to him. In this moment he realizes that maybe there was a way to lessen her hatred. If she knew the truth, she could understand him better. He tells her what happened between him and his uncle and sends her away with that knowledge, that burden of skewed truth, in the hopes that she would understand.

           Because he truly doesn’t know what he’ll do if the girl he is hopelessly in love with continues to despise him.

             An outstretched hand. To some it may seem a small gesture, commonly given out of courtesy and nothing else. But not to Kylo, and not to Rey. Not on that night.

           With tears in both their eyes, their fingertips touched gently. Each emitted a quiet gasp of surprise. Kylo watched the firelight catch the tear streaking down Rey’s left cheek and turn it gold. It makes his heart jump in his chest. His fingers grip hers, never wanting to let go, not even for a second’s respite.

           If there was any doubt in his mind about it before, it no longer existed.

           “I love you,” he whispers, his voice just barely audible over the crackle of the fire between them. The words more or less fall from his mouth. He had grown used to saying them to the thought of her. This simply felt natural now. He couldn’t hold it in any longer if he tried. In that moment, it was all he could feel, all he could think about, and all he knew. He had nothing else to say that mattered even a fraction as much.

           Her eyes go wide. She blinks, astonished, and nearly pulls out of his grip. As stunned as she is by his confession, even she doesn’t wish to break their mystifying bond.  

           “What?” Her chapped lips form the words but no sound comes out.

           Kylo swallows a lump and his mouth moves nervously, preparing to say the words again, more clearly and honestly than ever before.

           “I love you, Rey.”

           It feels good, to say it out loud to her. He’s a bit rusty on his use of the word ‘love’. It feels somewhat foreign on his tongue, but good all the same. He wants to say it again and again and again, relishing the flavour every time, experiencing its tantalizing warmth. He wants to scream it until his throat is raw. But he withholds, because he’s waiting for her to speak.

           She doesn’t, for a very long time. But neither does she release her hold on him, and that is likely the only thing keeping his glass heart from shattering into hundreds of sharp pieces. Her lips part and for a moment it looks like she’s about to say something, but then they close again and her chest heaves with some great, labouring breath that makes her shoulders tremble. Finally, she manages to get her words out.

           “Is that what this is?” she whispers. “Love?”

           “It has to be,” Kylo replies. “I’ve never felt anything else like it. Have you?”

           Rey shakes her head, eyebrows cinching together in puzzlement. Soon enough she relaxes, and the blanket she had wrapped around her wet body falls off her shoulders. Suddenly the heat of the small fire feels too overpowering on Kylo’s body. He watches her closely, trying and failing to guess what her next move is.

           Their fingers interlace delicately. Her hand is so small in his. Small, but not without its signs of maturity and adventure; callouses, scrapes, and scars, all of which had their own stories he wanted to hear about. She leans forward just slightly and her hair, still wet from her descent into the cave, slips off her shoulders. He follows her movements like a mime, eyes falling to her supple mouth…

           There is a sharp yell. Kylo’s head swivels to the right in time to see his uncle, hand outstretched towards them, the whites of his eyes showing in panic. The rock walls of the hut fly and crumble away with a loud crashing sound and he notices that he can no longer feel her hand in his. Desperately trying to hold on to her he extends his hand a little further but he can’t find her. When he looks back at her, her alarmed eyes are already trained on him, tinged with fear.

           The last thing he sees is her.

[handlewithkara]

Just some more overly detailed thoughts on “my” Daxam, how I tend to write it. 

In a lot of ways, my stories are kind of related in a lot of ways. They aren’t really in the same universe or anything, but the vision I have of Daxam tends to be similar across my stories and a lot of ideas that get introduced in one story show up in other stories. Such as there being a a goddess of love and sex named Lirra. 

According to wikipedia there is Kryptonian goddess of beauty named Lorra. I changed it to Lirra to show that Kryptonians and Daxmites have modified versions of the same religion. Like ancient Romans and Greeks. 

Another concept that shows up in a lot of stories of mine is the concept that on Daxam children are sent to the temple of the goddess of love and sex to receive “practical” sex education. 

A lot of how I write Daxam is my probably spending way too much effort trying to fix that feel like plot holes in the show. I try to make some things fit in a way that makes sense to me. 

Such as Kara having heard of the prince but not reacting to Mon-El’s name. In Boy and His Comet the concept is done even more extreme with there also being a lot of body doubles. 

I suspect that the Daxam I write is a lot bleaker than what other people write. This mostly comes from me trying to create something that to me feels closest to a place that would explain how show!Mon-El seems to feel about Daxam. I see the following things as the cornerstones of show!Mon-El’s relationship with Daxam: 

He obviously spent most of his life “playing along” on Daxam

He kneejerk defends it when he and Kara first clash and Kara talks bad about it

What he said about drugs on Daxam

He seemed to fear or dislike his father more than his mother, even though Rhea clearly is more evil than Lar

He seemed very defeatist that Daxam could be changed. I read his speech to Lar more as a last ditch effort rather than something he really believes 

Based on how he was thrown in a cell, led away from his “wedding” to Lena, and of course attacked by other Daxamites during the big battle at the end of season , he clearly had no powerbase of his own

I guess in a lot of ways my Daxam is a bit my personal explanation for why show Mon-El didn’t want to go back to Daxam, as well as providing some explanation for the way Rhea and Lar interact with each other and how Mon-El relates to them. That’s why my stories tend to be sort of the antithesis of Mon-El as the cool all powerful, respected prince, why there are so many scenes in Boy and His Comet where Mon-El thinks his decisions at the council meetings might just get overruled. Or how he strongly suspects that people just won’t do what he says if they feel it’s a bad idea or not in the interest of the queen. 

In Boy and his Comet in particularly, Daxam is more like a really oppressive police state filled with people who want to claw their way to the top and all the sex and partying is really just a thin layer over it. I also have this headcanon which hasn’t explicitly shown up in any story yet (but would have shown up in Sky Without Stars) that the royal family takes a different brand of drugs that aren’t addictive the way the drugs of the regular population are (to explain why show!Mon-El didn’t show any major withdrawal symptoms). Also that Daxamite soldiers are always high with combat stimulants when they fight (in my head canon it improves their reaction times and makes them feel no remorse when killing, makes them all energetic and eager to fight and makes them feel no fear).  

Another concept that comes up in some of my stories or that at least is there underneath is that the reason why Mon-El isn’t already latched is because Rhea doesn’t want it. That as long as he isn’t latched he is essentially like a kid still living with his parents, but if he got latched, she would have to give him a house of his own, his own powerbase and Rhea doesn’t want that, because she is paranoid about competition (in my head canon she murdered some of her relatives to get on top, so Rhea’s ascent to power was somewhere between a grand love story and a successful coup, because she had the backing of the military). For what it’s worth, the Sky Without Stars headcanon is that Rhea is generally the sexually aggressive partner 98% of the time. In my headcanon Lar also sleeps around (but loves Rhea, or rather is addicted to her). Rhea to me actually has very little interest in other lovers (other than what she has to do because it is Daxamite custom), mostly because deep down she really only loves power and she “loves” Lar because he is the one who gave her power and she has particular interest in sleeping with anybody who has less power than Lar. That’s also why she is so quick to kill him when he threatens to get in her way. (that’s also why it’s my headcanon that Lar genuinely never seriously got in her way before and has always just let her do what she wants and supported her blindly) 

Another concept is that Rhea intentionally kept Mon-El away from Lar and essentially only brought Lar around when there were punishments to deal out. In Sky Without Stars in particular my headcanon is that Lar loved Rhea and she demanded of him that Mon-El must be hers and hers alone. 

I also have a headcanon pivotal moment to explain why Mon-El is so horrified by his father but that is in a chapter that has never been posted. I also tend to stay away from depictions where there was a lot of physical abuse, particularly not at the end of Lar. I tend to write the relationship between Mon-El and Lar as part giant misunderstanding (because Rhea lied to Mon-El about Lar) and part Lar turning a blind eye or ignoring Mon-El. I go back and forth on there having been physical abuse from Rhea, depending on the story but even if it’s there, I tend to write it as it being something relatively rare and the abuse is more emotional and in the form of mind fuckery. Some of that will show up in the next few chapters of Boy and His Comet. 

Speaking of which, there was actually a flashback to Mon-El’s childhood that I kept purposefully vague. It will also stay vague. But the explanation for it is that the woman who tried to kill Mon-El when he was a kid was a mistress of Lar. She managed to get herself pregnant (somehow circumventing the whole birth matrix thing) and out of anger Rhea poisoned her so she lost the child (that’s why there is blood on her dress when she comes after Mon-El). This scene was inspired by a scene from a historical fiction book on the Ottoman empire where the king’s favorite wife loses her child due to poisoning from the first wife. 

I also tend to headcanon that Rhea (despite the science expertise she showed on the show) as being a military person, a lot like Astra in season 1. After all she seemed to be in charge of the attack and she didn’t fear getting her hands dirty dueling with Kara. So in my headcanon she is the general of the troops and they adore her and are loyal only to her. In Sky Without Stars my headcanon is even that she “won” Lar because she was such a good warrior and conqueror (and by murdering the woman he was originally promised to). So I guess it is safe to say that I write Rhea was very violent and very ruthless.

I kind of expand this concept for me personally by writing Daxam as having a strong religious underpining. Now that part is really made up because there weren’t really a ton of signs that the Daxamites are very religious (other than Rhea saying For The Gods and I think the Daxamite ship had like these stone statues in them?) and of course most notably Mon-El isn’t very religious it seems. Still, because I personally like writing alien religions, I tend to write Daxam with these strong religious elements. In Sky Without Stars in particular the image in my mind was that in a way this is how Lar and Rhea distributed the work load, that Rhea is military and Lar acts as something like a high priest of their religion.

Of course the majority of my Daxamite headcanons concern sex and relationships. I freely admit a lot of these are mostly wild extrapolations in the interest of more porny setups. Such as there being lots of casual and very public sex (like Mon-El in Song of the Teacher mentioning that he saw his parents have sex in public to celebrate a great victory). 

Another concept that is there underneath in Boy and His Comet and that would have shown up in Song Of The Teacher is that Daxam is very much okay with same-sex sex (”the more, the merrier”) it actually would be heavily frowned on for anybody to be exclusively gay, or exclusively straight for that matter. This is kind of represented in Song Of The Teacher where Mon-El says that sex on Daxam is like shaking hands and it would be weird if you didn’t shake hands with somebody just because of their sex. This is in a way the underneath conflict of the two side characters in Boy and His Comet, that in this couple, one woman is pretty open about not having any use for men and her lover constantly has to smooth things over in that regard. And Mon-El is sort of being a pal by inviting them to threesomes where he doesn’t touch Raina (the exclusively lesbian one) and in that way helps them keep up their cover. 

Another frequent concept of mine is that in a strange way Daxam almost enforces casual relationships. Again, this is a pretty big topic in Boy and His Comet that actually all kinds of serious romantic and exclusive relationships are pretty much forbidden. But a similar concept shows up in Song of the Teacher where Mon-El explains to Kara

“Your responsibility is to your latch.” He shrugged. “I guess we believe that love is fleeting. You enjoy each other. You have good times together. But you also move on and enjoy yourself with others. But your family, and your latch, is forever.”

In Boy and His Comet Rhea’s thinking is in essence that strong romantic bonds are a threat to her. Let’s say Rhea wanted to execute somebody, then their lover would want to protect them or take revenge and rebel in that way. 

I have this unposted, unfinished story concept where Karamel are at a Daxamite club and Mon-El mentions that a certain song that is playing is surely gonna be banned and be put on the index because it speaks of romantic love and laying down your life for the one you love and Rhea won’t have that. Another idea there was Mon-El mentioning to Kara that officially all Daxamite love songs about a woman are about the queen and all love songs about a man are about the king. Because of course you are allowed to lay down your life for the queen. (but I had to scrap that concept because it was a Boy and His Comet spinoff story where Mon-El thinks Kara is Daxamite and that’s not the kind of thing he would say to another Daxamite, since he would just assume that a Daxamite would know that)

[the-alice-blue-rabbit]

“STAR STAR STAR STAR STAR STAR-”

The excited chanting was the only warning the robot master got just before a very energetic blur collided with him as he ported into the castle. Bituin, bless his galaxy-themed child’s heart, stood there snickering as Leo and Alcor stared at Rhapsody nuzzling the dazed Star.

“H-Hey Rhapsody.” He managed to stutter out, optics wide as he regained his bearings. “You’re certainly excited over something.”

The Elf popped up like a whack-a-mole, eyes glittery with joy. “Star! I met a whole bunch of new offworlders!” He helped Star back to his feet, bouncing in place with glee. “They’re friends of Lord Murkle and Lady Aliblu! There’s an adult and a brood of children!”

“Oh?” Star smiled as he watched his friend; there was just something so infectious about a grin, and Rhapsody’s was just so cheerful! Bituin had Leo in their arms now, Alcor floating near the windows to observe the stained glass pictures moving about. “Well I’m glad you met some more people. It’s about time you got to go somewhere other than the castle.”

Rhapsody was then found clinging to Star’s arm, nuzzling the robot master affectionately. “They can eat metal! And they look really cool, they look like Underlanders just like Lord Murkle!”

“Underlander?” Star repeated the word with a blank confusion.

Luckily, a deep familiar chuckle heralded cold arms sliding around Star’s neck, the cosmic bot glancing upward to see Giaselle grinning. “/He speaks, of course, of my species, Étoile./”

“Lord Murkle!” Rhapsody squeaked, face pinching in surprise as Giaselle’s hair formed a clawed hand which patted him on the head.

The elder Elf cuddle Star to his chest with a purr. “/Now now. Your teacher is my Adora, enough with the ‘My Lord’ schtick. Just ‘Giaselle’ will do./” He assured, snickering at Rhapsody. “/Besides, after all that happened in that place, I don’t think you have any need of formalities./”

The mysterious comment made the younger Elf tinge pepto-pink in the face.

“Well! Hello to you too!” Star smiled, quite used to Giaselle’s clinging by now. “But I thought you were an Elf? What’s ‘Underlander’ mean?” He gave Rhapsody a furrowed brow and pinched mouth, not sure if he should be concerned over the look of embarrassment.

Giaselle shifted forms, a cat now lounging on Star’s shoulders. “/Simply put, Underlander is another term for shadowfolk. Of which I am an example./” He lapped at Star’s cheek with a cold, cold, sticky tongue that made the robot master shudder a bit with a squicked expression. “/Also simply put, Underland is, well, underneath Wonderland. Quite literally, in fact. It’s the area that starts in the caverns below, and it maintains the barrier of Wonderland should the Queen ever fall./”

“Oh wow.” Star and Rhapsody’s eyes were lit with fascination. “I had no idea there was something like that here. It sounds like it’s important to Wonderland just like Aliblu and Skarlette, if it keeps the barrier up I mean.”

Another lick, and Giaselle’s paws started batting at Star’s hair. “/Well, important but certainly not welcomed, so yes, I suppose equating them is accurate./”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Star asked as Rhapsody added himself to the hug, Giaselle slipping back to allow them the space for affection. “I thought that everybody liked them?”

Yet again, a mysterious voice came to the rescue with info. “♫I suppose you also think everyone likes strawberry honey?♫” Mediote strode into sight, Giaselle perking and moving towards his Adora. “♫The Guardians may have been created for the role, but it wasn’t easy to get them into the reins.♫”

“Oh! Hello!” Star waved, Rhapsody purring into his chest. “I’ll take it you feel up to chatting today?”

He was given a dry sightless stare. “♫If only because a book having no pages between the beginning and end is boring.♫” Mediote uttered. Bituin and the Pokemon were led away by a maid, who assured Star she’d look after them, Mediote poorly disguising a sour face. “♫To the tower then, mine is closer. I don’t feel like standing.♫”

The hallways had plants and pillars imitating music scores and notes in shape, and as Star brushed a fern with thick strands, it chimed softly. Mediote’s door was a sliding model, and as he ascended the staircase Star took note that the steps were slanted forward so it was actually hard for one to misstep.

Mediote’s tower was rather plain; a large bed in the very back, a table with chairs to sit at, various cases that held instruments, and a rug covering every inch of the floor with what looked like music notes and magical runes.

Rhapsody sprinted in and lunged, landing on his front with a satisfied sigh. “The carpet is so soft~”

“♫I swear your obsession with rugs.♫“ Mediote shook his head as Giaselle snickered quietly, leading his Adora to sit at the table. “♫Now, let’s start with what you know. Since there ARE secrets they’d prefer not be told.♫“ He bidded to Star to seat himself near them.

Star took a seat next to Rhapsody, finding that despite it being the floor, it felt as though he’d just flopped himself down in a huge fur pelt. “Well, I do recall being told about a trial, and Skarlette’s mentioned a few things here and there, but that’s about it.” He laid back, enjoying the support of the rug fibers. “I know that they’re the protectors of Wonderland. I know people respect them, and that they’re not that fond of the fanfare they get at times.”

Remembering how Skarlette’s face had scrunched up when being called ‘Lady Hope’ kinda still made him snicker from time to time.

“♫Well it’s hardly something to be fond of when less than half a decade ago, there wasn’t a person or creature alive that would’ve hesitated to attack them.♫“

Something about the sheer spite in Mediote’s voice made both Rhapsody and Star pop up in surprise. Mediote’s hand was gripping Giaselle’s, the Shadow Elf looking worriedly at his mate. Mediote noticed the tension of the room, and his scowl relaxed and disappeared into his usual blank expression, and it occurred to Star that it must’ve been hard to withdraw such a strong emotion as that.

“♫...Sorry.♫“

Rhapsody held Star’s arm. “M-Master?”

“♫Come here.♫” He gestured to the rug in front of the table, Giaselle snickering a bit as the young Elf ‘swam’ across the floor on his belly, Star choosing to scoot in a more refined manner. “♫The tale of their beginning wasn’t pleasant. It’s their story to tell if they ever need to. But know this; those rabbits, our Ladies of Hope and Light, they have not always known kindness upon themselves.♫“

Mediote’s eyes were glassy, but Star still felt a chill as the Elf turned his head towards the robot master’s direction.

“♫And for such beings like that, trust is something they do not give freely. You should feel honored and be in awe of their cores as you’re held in such a high place to them. Star-Man.♫”

Star was silent for a moment. “...I do feel honored. But not just because they trust me. Aliblu and Skarlette are my friends, and...honestly, that’s all they need to be. You talk about this ‘honor’ and ‘being in awe’ stuff but you also said yourself that they don’t like it.” Mediote’s focus was entirely on Star. “Well. I don’t care then. I mean, I care about them, I’ll always care about my friends. But...No matter what they’ll end up telling me, or if they tell me all those painful things, it won’t change how I see them.”

The sight of a blue colored blaster aiming for him-

“I’m...The last person who should make any judgement based on the past.” Star gripped the Exhautrite charm around his neck.

Mediote, Giaselle, and Rhapsody were silent, tense. “♫...Then I suppose I can rely on you to be there when they’ll need you. Right?♫” Mediote’s gaze was still icy, but there was a slight gleam. “♫They may trust easily, but I don’t.♫”

"Of course." Star replied without hesitation. "I'll always do my best to stand by the people I care about--friends, family, and anything in between."

Mediote then waved his hand to his Adora. “♫That includes my Snowball and my student.♫” It wasn’t a question.

“Absolutely.” But Star still replied, his determined look fading a little as he glanced at Giaselle. “So, just to make sure I’ve got things right, Underlanders aren’t exactly welcome, right?”

Giaselle’s sheepish smile and nod were his reply. “/Oui oui. Just as humans fear the dark, so do those who live on the surface of this world, but moreso, as they know we lurk in the darkness./” He glanced down as his hand brought something out of his sleeve; a small very fluffy looking black rabbit doll. “/During the War, the Red Queen controlled a vast army of Underlanders, and I’m afraid trust for my kind was severely dwindled by that./”

“...I...don’t know much about the Red Queen. I mean, I’ve heard how she was the cause of this huge war everyone talks about, but...” Star admitted.

Mediote crossed one leg over the other, straightened up, and shut his eyes. “♫In the beginning, when the Elven Race broke free of the oppression of the Trolls, the event known as the Elven Rebellion, two monarchs took charge to lead us. Our beloved Queen Sapphire Immortartal, and equally beloved King Obsidian Immortartal. They were the first King and Queen, and...♫” Mediote’s eyes just barely cracked open to ‘stare’ at Star. “♫The parents of Blanca Immortartal and Ruby Immortartal, the White and Red Queens.♫”

Rhapsody was listening with a blank look on his face. It seemed like he knew this story already.

“♫Sadly, when the Queens, then Princesses, were almost of age, Ruby slaughtered her parents while they slept, and sealed Blanca away in a pocket dimension. She began a reign of violence and terror across all of Wonderland. Friends were turned foe, families ripped apart without mercy, bonds and trust that had only just begun to form torn so easily.♫“

Giaselle squeezed the doll in his hands, looking uneasy.

“♫It was only because of Saint Alice, bless her spirit and may it rest peacefully in the Guardians now, that Ruby was brought to justice. Our world may have magic, Star...But not everything can be fixed by magic.♫“ Mediote tapped his temple, seeming to direct the robot master’s attention to...Mediote’s eyes...

Star could vaguely place the chill that shot through his body at that moment as being the same chill he’d felt months before when he and Aliblu had been staring down a mass of water being thrown at them. Only this time it wasn’t momentary; it was a deep chill that froze the bottom of his stomach, all the circuits around it, his processor feeling like a gust of cold wind was being blown through it. The fighting he’d been through had certainly been terrible, but...The sheer implications of everything Mediote had just told him...

“....T-That was a piece of information I was not expecting.” Star finally uttered.

Mediote actually smirked. “♫Didn’t you learn by now? Expect everything and anything.♫” Giaselle ribbed his Adora with a flat look that made Rhapsody bite back a snort. “♫Ahem. But in seriousness, Star, I don’t tell you our history that easily. Because you are someone who can understand many views in the same story. Someone who can understand that much, I believe, is truly worthy of trust. The Guardians, and my own.♫”

“Aw~ Thanks Mediote-” Star began, feeling warm and fuzzy inside from the words.

However, the blind Elf’s hand on top of his head, squeezing rather tightly, cut him off. “♫I said you may have my trust, Star. But don’t think that means you can be so lax. You’re aware of my Snowball’s recent affliction, yes? I’m placing his well-being in your hands if he leaves this world to visit yours or Lady Aliblu’s, got it?♫” The scary smile he had on was an almost perfect mix of funny and terrifying. “♫The same goes for my student if he follow you around, it’ll be your responsibility to take care of them.♫”

“C-Certainly.” Star managed to utter, wide-eyed at Mediote’s hold.

Giaselle got his Adora to release Star, swatting Mediote’s fluffy hair. “/Stop that, Medi, he’s responsible. And I’m not a child you know, you don’t need to assign me a babysitter./”

“♫If anybody with him would make him a babysitter, isn’t it him?♫“ Mediote responded by pointing to Rhapsody, whose jaw dropped at being called a baby.

Star laughed it off, grooming back his hair. “Well, I feel honored I got to learn so many things today! I’ll do my best then to keep your trust, Mediote. Just you wait and s-” He immediately cut himself off, feeling coolant rushing as Mediote gave him a flat expression.

“♫No no, by all means, go ahead and dig your bed.♫“

Giaselle again swatted his mate. “/Don’t mess with him! You just said you gave him your trust!/”

“♫That’s that, and this is this. I’m playing around Snowball, you get on me about being social after all.♫“ Mediote shrugged.

The Shadow Elf’s hair curled like tentacles. “/Playing around hardly seems fitting a description! Be nicer to him then!/” Rhapsody nudged Star in the arm to get his attention as the two Councilmen bickered.

“This is how you can tell they’re married.” The young Elf whispered, Star sighing and giving a weak chuckle as he nodded.