#they KNOW they are playing with FIRE but boy oh boy they cant help themselves

[kotikaleo]

Charity stream is going well uωu

I laughed so hard when Hermits all fly straight to Doc as birds when he said "diamonds" and "not come closer" and "not touch" XD

That was such amazing stream! I wish that I could draw them all or just more funny moments from stream, but my energy level is still incredibly low, so I gotta prioritize some other stuff.

[speaking-at-the-theater]

TOH REACTION

so first thing first: i misspell a lot. i also swear a lot, if that bothers you, sorry

i havent watched the last two eps of toh so heres me doing it. i’ll compile it all in one post so i wont have to tag 300+ posts, i also use caps a lot.

anyway, let’s go! QUICK DETAIL I ACCIDENTALLY REFER TO COLLECTOR AS HIM HERE I DIDNT NOTICE HE WAS THEY THEM I'LL CORRECT IT AS SOON AS POSIBLE

FOR THE FUTURE! here we go

collector’s happiness overlaid with everyone else’s suffering is so…funny??? idk also ‘it’s like the whole world is singing’ is a cool phrase if it weren’t for the context XD

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aunt lily to the rescue!!

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LILY NO

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‘now, what part do i get to play’ horrific scene i want more

also: this is why you don’t give children godly powers. it ends badly!

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oddly beautiful if not for the corpses

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i want that as my wallpaper

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EDA’S REQUIEM!!!!!!

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you know things are bad when the logo/intro changes

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‘it’s not like he’ll inexplicably appear if you say his name!!’ hunter have you ever read a fairytale? a myth? the bible??? names have power.

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oh yeah never mess with a latina mama.

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it’s cute seeing the kids miss their home

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through the face??? count me in!!

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luz is smitten

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noooooo luz :((((( you’re happier sharing both realms everyone can see it

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anyone know what these are??

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ah. the bastard is here.

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CALEB???

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nooo gus youre making me cryy

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‘i’m fine, really’ said every character who is not fine in the story of ever

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the soundtrack in eda’s room scene!!!! i need it!!!!

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amity’s palisman being a cat fits so well bc cats choose where they go. you cant control them the way you might a dog or a bird, which fits well with the idea of choosing your own path.

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camila is taking everything so well!! my mom wouldnt last two seconds in the boiling isles. neither would i ofc.

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is this an animation error or….??

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some graffiti messages i managed to read:

-(do not) celebrate the day of unity! :( 

- boo belos

-hide ur kids

-run

-they’ll find you!!

-hide

-nope, no, go away

-closed forever

-help

-run

and general sun and moon symbols

-beware the collector

-amelia, cat! (general stuff i cant make out) (infinity train???)

-where is the titan now?

-belos lied

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these are cute

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wow that’s creepy

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i know it’s supposed to be creepy about the collector playing pretend while everyone suffers but- i can’t. the secondhand embarrassment is too much for me.

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light glyph go??????

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collectors ‘cool aunt vibe who pretends to be coldhearted but actually cares a lot’ vs luz’s ‘bad but sad boy’

parallels? ey?

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hmmm yeah that was creepy

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‘little space cherub’ XDD

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love how we go from funny new hexside to (ughhhh) belos. 

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hmm  i would love to analyze the composition of this glyph

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all the bastard adults trying to take advantage of the collector ughhhhhh

also love the space palace

plus: ‘what do mortals eat again? rocks? fire? gravity?’, unfortunately, collector, we are not stars

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of course the book is made of rocks. of course.

also king seems…practiced, on reading the book. you gotta wonder how much he knows now about collectors

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cool how collector is both evil and, yk, a child. bc children are not always innocent. they can be some of the cruelest creatures on the universe (i would know)

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one has got to wonder about the history told in those walls, meaning i will wonder and theorize. bc that’s what i do.

ok it seems like collector was…surrounded by titans. baby titans, and then a group of older collectors took him in, seeing as theyre smiling and reaching out a hand, instead of banishing him away. they dont look friendly, but it might just be the portrait.

although those first two portraits reveal themselves, at the very end there’s something else

 unfortunately i have no idea what it is. i dont think the repetition is an animation error or shortcut. if it were, why only repeat two times and change at the very end, where it is unlikely to be noticed??

 again, portraits repeat, except for a star in the middle.

......i wanna theorize on this. maybe on another post.

collectors doing something to a planet and our collector watching, wanting to join in, but probably rejected (the whole portrait section had a lot of images but it surpassed tumblrs limit so i deleted them, more on another post, maybe

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poor raine tho. what’s up with them and people trying to mindcontrol them????

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poor hooty

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what’s this, rapunzel?? a tear saves the guy???

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poor willow tho

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‘’im gonna assume those are clean’ ma’am cleanness is the last thing you need to worry about now

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that’s two simultaneous mindcontrollings! raine is on a roll!!

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“trouble with your team, captain half-a-witch? leading isnt easy is it? all your time is spent helping the team, keeping people from fighting, planning your next move, and titan forbid you show any weakness! everyone else falls apart.

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fucking kikimora

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cuando no tienes la chancla, un bate sirve

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boscha is….ugh. i’m conflicted. i get it but also.she annoys me.

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everything is under control when everything is not undercontrol my favorite trope

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poor (????) collector. i know he’s not good but….idk, i feel for him

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ITSHATCHINGITSHATCHINGHATCHIHATCHINGAAAAAAAAA

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poor willowwwwww poor kids everyone needs therapy here

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“luz has a staff, why does that make me nervous?” considering the first impression you got of it……

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SNAKESHIFTER YESSSSSS ALSO SNAKE PALISMAN FOR LUZ WE WINNIN

i could write poems about how it fits her but just- look. it fits.

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END CREDITS WHERE AWESOME!!!! Love the snapshots of the things that werent fully explained!! kikimora manipulating boscha during the attack, king being sad at losing eda and lilith and the collector…..emphathizing?? of a sort??? anyway yeah

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Detectives Den

Masterlist

Summary: walter take you to a cabin for what you thought was a romantic weekend, but he has an ulterior motive afterall mateing season is just arou d the corner~

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, rough sex, primal sex, male dom, werebear Walter, Mating, Breeding, Turning, Noncon Bite?, claiming bites, soulmates, au shifter

A/n: so here it is! The were bear i started months ago and abandoned but picked up again today because of this post. Typos ahoy!

Taglist: in reblogs

You cried into the matress clawing desperately unsure if it was an attemt to help the huge male above you, or tryingmto escape him. For some reason since being here at the cabin he seemed different? Instead of being your huge soft teddy bwar he was wild, dark and growly both at peace and on edge. It was like he was now this big bad bear of a man, growling and strong all macho 'chop wood and start fire'

You grunted as he rutted harder almost fucking your hips pff the bed sending your feet scrabbling on the wooden floor, your socks sliding on the smooth wood.

"oh god~ sl-slow down! WalteAGH~" you cried out pressing up onto your elbows and stamping a foot on the floor grunting. Walter snarled into your back almost viciously before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your back lappjng the salty skin. He growled feeling his inner beast beat on his own restraint. The beed to uck and bit was almost overpowering. He wanted you dripping, ozzing his cum as he stained your perfect frailty with his venomous bite and change you for the better. He needed it like he'd never needed anything in his life. It was his own fault he was so needy and eager... restless. Hed had you at his side for six months far to lost in his bliss of having his mate he'd all but forgot about the mating season untill he was weeks away.

He snarled grolwing deeper and deeper his inner bears bellows trying to break through damanding you put your head down and take your mating properly. Face down ass up and minimal complaints! The deep sounds echoed through as the harsh breaths and grunts fanned over the sensitive skin of your shoulder blades.

"W-walt! Fuck please- hurry!" You whimpered over your shoulder as the large hands of your lover held you still bent over the bed pinning your hips into the matress and he thundered away, burrying himself to the hilt again and again still trying to feed you every thing he had and more. You cried out as he arched, tipping his hips striking your clit with his heavy sack moaning out his pleasure, the small pats making his cock twitch flexing agaisnt your tight channel as he speared you pryingnyou opene like never before.

These were no calculated strokes, he was fucking you with little care to how you withered and cried at his onslaught. Maybe thats why he brought you out here? You were deep in the woods and no one could hear you scream out your pleasure.

He growled low in his throat again biting back at his beast who was watching as you keened and scrabbled bent over on the bed your bare back glistening, tiny beads of sweat rolling down your sides. The scent of your arousal was enough to make him rabid, he needed this! Needed the release. His instincts were screaming savagely just below His mate! His female! His entierly!

And you were. He'd known the second he'd seen you in the cells. He thougt you were coming to bail out your foster dad who'd been caught at the center of a party filming a snuff film. A dark bdsm practice where the sub was unknowinly 'snuffed out' usually sufficated or break their neck from trying to escape. Either way it was a disgusting practice that was hard to pin blame, who was the one to arrest? The person tying the bonds? The dom? The spectators?

As it turned out you were there to cuss him out and hand in evidence phone records, emails, previous incidences. It turned out your father had been arranging these snuff films as a quiet hitman business silently offing people for a price.

Walter had gone out of his way to protect you, luring you to him with sweet dates and raw sex appeal. It had taken just over two months but he managed to secure a relationship with you. Youd been a couple for six months now, and finally it was time!

Finally he could claim you as his own kind did. Allbeit a tad late with only weeks to get you used to your rightfull place. Beside him. Below him!

He'd managed to et you out here to his den, secluded in the forest for a month long stay, mot that you knew it'd be a month. He'd said it'd be a long week end, you wasnt the outdoorsy type... well not yet.

"Shh, shh mate~ calm down you'll get there, just not yet... don't come yet we need- I need you to hold on for me" walter growled lowly into you making you sob and slump on the bed moaning into the covers. He moved slower trying to remember you were human, no matter how close the season was he couldnt mate you just yet. He had to give you the bite, then claim and help you come around to your new form and mate you... all in three weeks. If he tried to mate you properly now youd never survive him.

"Bu-but Bear!? Please i cant!" You wailed grunting and pressed back on him urgently unaware of just what was about to happen. He almost felt guilty, but it was better this way. Bite and help them transition then breed and continue the line. Or risk looseing you? His one mate! Once you were turned you'd feel the bond and wouldnt leave. It was how things were done, tradition!

Walter shook his head ridding the doubts that collected in his mind before chuckling... if only you knew how right you were~. Because be was a bear, a grizzly to be exact. It always brough a smirk to his face when you called him that, it'd soon be an inside joke between you. For every shifter there was a soul mate. The wolves had it easy,being pack animals their mates were mostly wolves themselves. But bears? No. Bears were solitary and their mates tended to be human.

For everything that happened in his life, he never imagined getting such a sweet gentle mate! You were a prize, his prize. Gifted to him by the old gods. You'd love and raise his cubs to be strong, fierce boy's and dainty smart females. His mind drifted, he couldnt wait to fill you, to plant his seed inside your womb and watch you create his cubs. But first he had claim you.

His eyes glazed as you beat at the bed arching your back to him trying desperately to pull him deeper clenching your pussy tight trying to force him to his own end where you could join him. You walls trembled as the suckled on him desperate to have walter quake at the knees and rut you into a tantelizing climax.

Walter snarled eyes now flickering with the burnt red brown that his beast held, the copper tinge glowing with a primal rage and need to latch onto his female and hold her still, repriand his sow for trying to take control and steal his seed before he was read to gift it to her!. Thoughts of tearing the skin and biting you twisted around his mind like a raging storm, his fangs ached. The venomous gift that would seal your fate to his forever thrumming in his jaws eagerly waiting. He was ready. He.was .ready! Years of woundering, then months of play the human game had made him impatient. He needed it, needed to feel the bond tie you together!

"Fine! You asked for it!" He snarled, an inhuman tremorto his voice made you pause, just as you tried to turn and question him you screamed out in panic. Walter bit you. Hard!

You thrashed squealing and panicking, kicking your splayed legs as your neck siezed, cramping. You muscle constricting around what felt like two deep thorns searing into you. Then a deep burn built. You cried in panic, fat tears rolling down your face mind bearly grasping what was going on around you. The shunts of your lovers hips became heavier and more pronounced, every breathnow a severe growl ratteling your bones. His cocks invasion slicing through the pain and terror as he moved faster and harder into you hitting your clit.

You wept tears streaming down your face as he fucked you rougher growling into your neck. Then despite the pain and fear the knot in your tummy snapped and you came around him. The trembling and mind numbing orgasm tore through you making you massage his still thrusting cock. You sobbed collapsing, giving up the fight as your sensitive body ached.

As if rewarding you for finally giving in Walter released your neck leaving it wet. You shuddered knowing that there would be blood but there wasnt much you could do about it. You keenesoftly as he roared over you victoriously painting your insides with his essence, lightly fucking into you. Instinct driving him to scent your cunt as deep as he could for your change, so youd smell of him warding off all other males in the area. This female was taken.

"Fuck. Fuck that was- better then the stories" he hummed over you smileing to himself head hanging down feeling at peace now his mate was claimed and would change. You'd be like him, strong fierce and safe. Able to take care of yourself and protect yourself and his young... fend off any vile human, fend off anyone but him~ your bear, your male, your mate!

"W-walter? My neck? What did you do?! Whh did you!- it feels funny it tingling" you panicked as walter pulled away from you befor slowly crawling onto the bed pullingnyou gently onto the soft bedding tugging you up to rest on your back.

"Its fine, perfect even- its the venom getting to work love" he explained cooing at you wiping you down patting the wohndmon your neck. In his spare of the moment bite he'd been rougher then he could have been, and that was part of the reason his venom was making you go limp already.

"V-VENOM! WHAT VENOM?" You bellowed now bawling panting, hyperventilating eyes wide and tears rolling down your face. His heart clenched as your hand waved in the air trying to hold him but you couldnt feel it, only a heavy numb limb that was useless.

"No, no its not bad- not bad my we t little mate... your turning, you'll turn and be like me" walter said hushingnou craning over you taking your waving hand an pressing kisses to the palm.

"Turn?! What are you- you bite me! We need help! Im gojng numb! Cold walter im bleeding out! Am i bleeding!?" Yu yipped still not understanding what was goingnon? He bit you... HE BIT YOU!? you tried pryingnyour hand free wanting to feel the damage on your neck. The room was spinning, you were growing cold you felt li,e you were dying!

"No shh your not bleeding, your turning... youve taken the bite soo well, so well love... you'll be fine... you'll sleep and then wake up stronger then ever" walter hummed fawning over you, giving you small gentle stroke's he knew he couldnt sit you down and explain, you were falling fast. He just had to reassure you untill you drifted off into the change.

"Wha?"

"Shh im here im here mate... your gonig to be a bear just like me" he whispered softly grinning down at you unable to stop. He was too damn proud, he found you and bit you! Youd be with him always!

"Bear?" You muttere trying to hold him closer as the room began shimmering, lights and blaack dots laceingnyour vision as the heated chill rushed through you drowning your body in a strange soothing yet frightening feeling.

"Yes... I'm a shifter, I brought you here to- to my den, the den of my forefathers, ive given you the bite just as my father did to our mother inthis very cabin!" He rushed trying to explain best as he could not liking the scent of terror on you. He never wanted to scare you, but fear was inevitable. Still if he could ease your worries before you succumbed he would.

"What- walter im- its fuzzy!" You cried desperately tryingnto cling to the little consciousness you had. But it was getting harder as the seconds ticked by.

"Hush im here, it's the change my love... youll be like me... a bear shifter- and just before mating season too...You'll change and then we will mate over and over untill your carrying my cubs~" walter said as a lump swelled in his throat. His father had said this was the worst bit. The fear and panic as your new found mate fell to the transformation. But as the guilt and anxiety sent in so did the excitement of your furture. Your mateing, your family-cubs and a den of your own! It was enougn to make the grown boar cry like a young cub!

"W-walt your scaring me~" you slurred as the room began spinning, a hot sensation coursing through your veins but your skin was cool and prickling.

"Shh its okay love, you need to sleep, just rest when you wake things will be... they will be perfect, sleep, give in don't fight, you dont want to be awake for this part" he said movi g to lay your hand back down at your side. Then sat up besode you looking around for another pillow tomprop under your head.

"W-walter! No, dont leave-" you cried bawling frightened as your eyelids got heavy, he sounded as if he was drifting further from you. Bringing another wave of panic, especiallywhen he placed your hand down.

"I'm not, i wont leave you, not for a second my beautiful female" he said leaning over you holding your chin peppering kisses over your face. Making sure you felt he was still there even as you drifted into the comatose state that would protect you from the pain of your initial transformation. You cries slowly doed off as you closed your eyes unable to fight anymore and let the black take you.

Walter stayed put watching you with baited breath. Now it was his job to gaurd you. Protect and care for you as the grueling first shift took holdand he spied what bear you'd be. The venom in all shifters was the same, each becmea different animal in accordance to their individual traits. He was a grizzly one of the largest bear, his cousin geralt was a polar bear and sy a kodiak. He knew youd be a bear because you were mates, and thats just how it worked.

He sat back cringing as you grunted moaning as things began to shift, your body would rid itself of toxins and ailments first. Flush your system before the real process began. He stood from the bed making his way to the bathroom to fetch the many damp towels he'd need to clean you up. It had been him to insight the change and now it was his duty to care for you through this difficult transition. And it would be is absolute pleasure, because this was the all important duty for him as a male his kind, this would tighten his bond with your beast. He would oversee everything and help you, even help break bones to help you shift faster. Anything to get you through a full shift cycle, to beast and back so you could awaken that little bit faster and begin your life as a true pairing. Despite th grusome nature of the event, walter couldnt be more pleased because thos was the true beginning of his life with you, and he wouldnt change a damn thing.

[yee-fxcking-haw]

Hi!! Could you possibly do a fic with Bakugo and Todoroki based on the lines from the song confident “she said it’s her first time” “I think she might’ve lied”

Where one of the boys are going on about their night with y/n and how it was their first time and the other says “I think she might’ve lied” and so on lol, thank you:)

I,,,, this ask,,,, I like it.

•She Might've Lied•

Summary: What the ask says lmao. Based off of the song Confident by Justin Bieber and Chance the Rapper. (College AU for legal reasons.)

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), mild overstim, multiple orgasms, mentions of a blowjob.

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader, mentions of Katsuki Bakugo x Reader (All aged up, 18+)

A/N: This turned into total fuckboy Todoroki but I am NOT mad about it, I simp aggressively. This is what my brain produced, I hope you like it! Thank you so much for such a fun request! I really enjoyed writing this.

Word Count: 1,428

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   "Shoto- oh my God- fuck- fuck- fuck." You pant, back arching as you fist the sweat soaked sheets beneath you. 

   You shiver as he pulls you apart and works you over. Everything inside you feels so tight and hot and good. 

   The tip of his tongue zeroes in on your clit and your whole body jolts back, almost afraid of how incredible it feels. 

   "Fuck no." He growls before throwing an arm over your hips so he can keep you glued to the mattress. 

   He slides the other hand up the outside of your thigh before delivering a harsh slap to the meat of your hip. 

   Your head is thrown back as you whimper out his name, hands flying to his hair as your walls start to flutter. 

   He's not even using his damn fingers, he's ruining you with his tongue alone. 

   He drops his jaw and flicks his tongue against your swollen bud with fervent speed, your eyes cross and you cry out with little to no shame. 

   "There! Fuck! Right there, baby, you got it." You sob out, hips rocking as much as they can under his strong arm. 

   Everything builds and snaps at once. Ribbons of silky pleasure shoot up your spine and down your legs as your core clamps around nothing. 

   And he doesn't fucking stop. 

   He moves with urgency, with dedication. His hands grab under your knees before he pushes up to fold your legs to your chest. 

   "Hold these." He demands with his mouth still against your cunt. 

   "I cant- fuck! I can't…" You twitch as his tongue works relentlessly, body slowly but surely becoming overstimulated. 

   "You fuckin' better." He says, voice dropping to a bone chilling tone. He glares up at you, eyebrows knit together as sweat drips from the crown of his two toned hair. 

   "Holy shit." You sigh as you take your legs from him with a weak hold, prying yourself open for him. 

   "Atta girl." As soon as you have a hold of your legs, his hands are free to carry out his dirty work. 

   One comes up to play with your tits as the other slides down to join his mouth at your center. His long, skilled fingers slide in. They find that perfect spot instantly, rubbing at it as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge before you've even stopped cumming the first time. 

   "Sho! I'm gonna- oh my fucking god-" Your words turn into strangled cries as your whole body turns to mush. 

   You feel the tears fall, your cunt pulse, your vision blur and you just scream. Goosebumps are all over your skin as your toes curl and your whole body trembles. 

   He just licks and licks and licks. Slurping and savoring everything you give him. He's always so nasty with it, always so dedicated to reducing you to a sweaty, sobbing mess. 

   "That's it, that's my good girl." He pulls his mouth away only to mutter those sweet words. 

   His fingers still move slowly within you, working to help you ride the aftershocks of the mind numbing back to back orgasms he's just given you. 

   "You're always so messy." He muses, finally pulling his fingers out so he can run them between your folds and gather your release. 

   You watch with your jaw dropped, panting and overwhelmed. He brings the cream covered fingers to his mouth, tongue lolling out to make a show of tasting you before he closes his lips around them completely. 

   "You a dirty girl?" He asks after he pops his fingers out. He starts to crawl up your body, caging you with his arms. 

   You loathe the fact that he's still fully clothed, while you lay completely bare beneath him. 

   You just nod, eyes wide and mouth agape as he presses his lips between your breasts. 

   His eyes flick up to yours, eyes full of sin and depravity. 

   "Whose dirty girl?" He asks against your skin. 

   "Yours, I'm your dirty girl." You say with a weak, unreliable voice. 

   "That's fuckin' right." He kisses a trail up to your throat, under your jaw, and finally your lips. 

   "Don't forget that." He whispers before hopping up to his feet far too quickly. 

   He always does this, rips you apart then saunters away like it's nothing. 

   You two have been going at it for months now, a very tense friends with benefits relationship. More benefits than friends, though. You occasionally share a laugh, help each other with homework when you have time, but most of the time you just fuck. 

   "Where are you going?" You ask, still reeling as your nerves twitch and fire. 

   "Boys night, I'm late." He flips his hair a little before winking at you. 

   "Don't look so heartbroken, I'll be back later." He laughs as he pinches your cheek. 

   "I'm not heartbroken, fuck off." You smack his hand away, pulling a blanket around you before you roll off the bed and walk to the bathroom. 

   "Katsuki's coming over later, don't bother." You quip as you round the corner. 

   "Oh I forgot, he's a big fan of those sloppy seconds then, yeah?" 

   Bastard. A big part of your arrangement is the no strings attached part, meaning you can both fuck anyone else, as long as you let each other know about it. 

   Katsuki Bakugo had been trying to get into your pants for months. You'd finally gone down on him the other night during a movie, successfully blowing his mind.

   You'd told the poor fool you'd never sucked a dick before, just to make him feel special. His ego didn't need to boost, but he sure got off to the thought of being the first person to fuck your pretty little mouth. 

   "He's a big fan of a good fuck." You snap as you turn the shower on.

   Shoto comes up to lean against the door frame behind you, looking absolutely delicious in his joggers and his adidas shirt. 

   "You two have that in common then." He smiles wolfishly before slapping your ass. 

   "Make sure you wash the sheets before he comes, you made a pretty big mess." He calls out to you before strolling out of your dorm room. 

   You roll your eyes and huff as you drop the blanket and step into the shower.

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   "I'm not fucking lying, she was such a whore about it, but she said she'd never done it before." Bakugo explains to a laughing Kirishima and Denki. 

   "Who's a whore?" Shoto waltzes into the common room where the rest of the boys wait for him. 

   "That cute chick you're always studying with, apparently she's got a freaky side." Sero chuckles, only making Bakugo turn a brighter shade of red. 

   "Oh yeah?" Shoto raises his eyebrows, glancing at Bakugo. 

   "She's fucking insane, best blowjob I've ever had. Not that you would know what that's like, icey hot." Bakugo sneers, arms crossing as he reclines into his chair.

   "Dude, there's no way she was that good if she'd never done it before." Denki says, leaning forward as he shakes his head.

   "I'm serious you sparky asshole, she said it was her first time!" Bakugo snarls. 

   Shoto can't help the bark of the laugh that leaves him, he runs his hands through his hair, then notices just how wet his chin feels. 

   "I think she might've lied." He sighs as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, pulling it away to see some of your slick shining on the skin. 

   "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bakugo grumbles, glaring at Shoto. 

   "You can tell dude, you've seen the way she walks into a room." He explains, so full of himself after spending the last half hour between your legs. 

   "What, did she fuck you too?" Bakugo stands up, chest puffed up as he strides towards Shouto. 

   "Nah." He sighs as sinks into one of the chairs, ignoring Bakugo's advances.

   "I fucked her." Shoto grins up at Bakugo, every jaw in the room drops before the rest of the boys start to hoot and laugh. 

   Kirishima jumps up to hold Bakugo back as he spews profanities at cocky Shouto. Sero and Denki are beside themselves, wheezing clapping as Shouto sits and enjoys the chaos he's created. 

   It's safe to say you won't be seeing Katsuki tonight, but you will be seeing a lot of Shoto.

[gay-otlc]

Keepers of the Chaos (Chapter 2)

Summary: Tam, Linh, Keefe, Biana, and Fitz are part of the tiny fandom for Keeper of the Chaos, and Tam and Linh's podcast convinces some of their other friends to watch it as well. The group finds themselves strangely invested in this show, where students at Tumblr High School who work together to write about an elf named Sophia, cause incomprehensible chaos, and fight their rival Pinterest High School.

Content warnings: Cursing, food, L*ura

Word count: 2005

Notes: Check out the beautiful theme song here!

(Read on AO3)

Sophie rolls her eyes as she opens the link her girlfriend sent her and puts in her earbuds. Biana has been incessantly pestering her to watch Keepers of the Chaos for so long that Sophie half wants to watch it just to shut her up, but she's always tired, or busy, and she doesn't really like watching new things. Still, Biana asked her very nicely to listen to this one podcast, and she looked very pretty when she asked, so Sophie's dumb omni ass couldn't refuse.

"Welcome to the Twins of the Chaos podcast," it begins after loading for an obnoxiously long time. The girl speaking has a pretty voice, Sophie has to admit- sweet and melodic and vaguely amused.

Maybe listening to this podcast won't be so bad if she can listen to that girl's voice the whole time.

But another person speaks, adding "Where some chaotic twins discuss our favorite show, Keepers of the Chaos," and his voice is not as pretty. She continues listening anyway, since Biana may or may not murder her if she stops.

The two voices- whose names are Linh and Tam, apparently- start talking about Keepers of the Chaos some more, giving Sophie a summary she's heard tons of times from Biana and Fitz- though the twins explain it slightly more coherently and with less... whatever the verbal equivalent of keyboard smashing is. Biana usually starts rambling about her favorite characters, like Lynn- not "Lynn the fandom mom," but the other Lynn- and Avery, or sometimes Nora and Darwin. Sophie doesn't understand any of those names and loses track of the conversation as soon as it involves too many unfamiliar names.

But Tam and Linh are making more sense, at least for the most part, until they start mentioning specific couples. The conversation gets again comprehensive soon enough, though, and Sophie does smile at the name "The Dark Duck."

By the end, when Tam says "half of them wearing sleeping masks with teal eyes painted on and the other half watching the chaos with mild amusement," Sophie is curious enough to be mildly intrigued. She listens to their outro music, and before she can regret it, types out a text message to Biana.

Sophie: fine

Sophie: ill watch it

Biana responds instantly with an array of heart emojis. Sophie blushes.

Biana: can i come over and watch with u?

Sophie: ok!

Sophie: moms making mallowmelt

Sophie: but u cant have any

Biana: >:(

Biana: hope u like being single then

Sophie: fine u can have some mallowmelt

Biana: yayyyy!

Biana: ily

Sophie: ilyt

Sophie: now lets watch ur stupid show

Biana: on my way!!!

Sophie smiles, shaking her head. She's a little annoyed, but fine, it sounds interesting enough from the podcast. And what else would she be doing? Studying? Having US history as an alternative would make even the most horrible of shows seem good. She stuffs her textbooks into her backpack and shoves some things out of the way so her room looks a bit neater before rushing downstairs. The mallowmelt smells good enough to make her mouth water.

"Mmm..." she sighs, barely taking time to let it cool off before taking a large bite. "That's so good. Thanks, Mom."

Edaline  smiles. "You're welcome. Just save some for your father and I."

"Fine, fine. I have to share with Biana, anyway." Sophie huffs and takes another bite. "She's coming over, is that alright? We're going to watch a show together."

"Sure, just make sure to get your homework done."

Sophie rolls her eyes. "Fine."

"And keep the door open!" Grady calls. Edaline laughs as Sophie's face flames.

"I'm going back to my room," she grumbles, taking a plate of mallowmelt with her and walking up the stairs. She manages not to trip over her own feet and drop the mallowmelt, thankfully, as she grabs her laptop and opens Netflix. Sighing, she searches for Keepers of the Chaos and clicks on the show that comes up before waiting for Biana to arrive.

The doorbell rings soon, and Sophie carefully sets down her laptop and her plate on her bed before rushing down the stairs. Panting slightly, she opens the door for her girlfriend. Biana's wearing a t-shirt with the Amsterdam flag on it. Sophie has no idea why. Maybe Biana likes the country? Her girlfriend is pretty weird. "Come on in," she says, realizing she's been staring. In her defense, Biana is pretty and Sophie is very omni.

"Ready to go watch Keepers of the Chaos?" Biana asks. She bounces on her toes slightly.

"Alright," says Sophie. "I set it up on my laptop in my room."

"Awesome! You'll love it."

Sophie follows Biana up the stairs and into her room. They sit on the bed together, Sophie leaning against the wall and Biana leaning against Sophie, and Biana presses play. Somber kazoos begin playing in the background as the theme song starts.

We're on the edge of chaos

No one is straight

We're making fanart

Because L*ura we hate

And we're gonna have teal eyes in the end!

We must be weird, and we must be gay

(We must be gay!)

We will find every bit of sanity that we have

And give it all to Lynn

Ohhhh

We must be gay!

Biana dances a little along with the song, and Sophie can't help but smile. A curvy, round-faced person with short dark hair and colorful earrings plays a few notes on the piano, and then a KEEPERS OF THE CHAOS logo flashes across the screen. Then, a group of students sit in a classroom.

"Shai! Tater! Lynn! You three finally got together?" says the same person who just played piano, gesturing to a redhaed wearing a Sappho lesbian flag cape. She's holding the fingerless-gloved hand of a lanky person with brightly colored hair, and they're holding hands with a tall girl who has chin length brown hair. The rest of the class applauds the fiancees before returning to their own conversations.

"Yep! Thanks, Ink," says Tater.

Ink smiles at them and turns to a person with light brown skin and golden hoop earrings partially covered by long dark hair. "Hi, Kiri, how was your break?"

"Good! Here's to a good 2021?" Kiri turns to the person next to them. "How about you, Ref?"

Ref has short brown hair and red glasses. "Yeah, my break was dOPE," she says, leaving everyone to wonder how he did that with their voice. "oH, and happy belated Hanukkah to Shai!"

"Thanks, you too. And guess what! I didn't set my hair on fire this year!"

A short guy with strawberry blonde hair looks concerned. "Um. Congratulations?"

"Thanks, Sam!"

Sophie looks away from the screen and at Biana. "There are a lot of characters..." she mutters.

"Yeah, but you get to know them well enough eventually," says Biana. "Now shh, let's keep watching!"

A lot of other characters are introduced in various conversations, and Sophie's brain has a hard time keeping track of them all. She does remember Tara, a curvy, bored-looking girl with long sideswept bangs, and Blue, a bisexual who may or may not be an arsonist. She doesn't know either of their personalities very well yet, but she likes them so far. Lucat, a pale, blue haired asexual, who later joins the Hanukkah conversation, also seems cool.

Once quite a bit of introductions are done- Sophie lost count at around twenty something- are over, an announcement comes over the school's loudspeakers.

"Welcome back, Tumblr High School!" announces a voice. "I hope you all had a good break. Now, the Tumblr staff have an important announcement for you all. High schools in this county, like ours, Pinterest High School, and Instagram High School, will be holding a competition. All members of the winning team will receive a scholarship to AO3 college. If you are interested, meet in room 69 after school. Now, onto other announcements..."

Somber kazoos play again as the principal's droning voice fades into the background. A montage of the previously introduced characters wishing they could go to AO3 college moves across the screen. After a few minutes of them zooming through school and talking about how fucking boring it is, all of them gather in the room (some of them with more jokes than others) to discuss the competition.

A blonde woman welcomes them into the room. They wait a while to make sure no one else will arrive, but once everyone is there, the woman clears her throat. "Hello, everyone! I'm glad you're interested in joining the competition. My name is Shannon Messenger, and I'm in charge of admissions at AO3 College. My coworker L*ura and I designed this competition."

Sophie gasps and looks at Biana. "L*ura? But isn't that the person they hate? They said that in the intro!" Biana smiles at her, and she blushes as she realizes that she's kind of... maybe... invested in the show now. She decides she'll endure the "I told you so"s later and looks back at the show, trying to telepathically tell the characters not to trust this L*ura person... and perhaps not Shannon either. It's too early to tell whether Shannon will be an antagonist or not.

"All of you will be working as a team to write a story together. The main premise is that a twelve year old girl named Sophia is a telepath, but she can't tell anyone her secret. Then, she meets a teal-eyed boy named Finn, and he tells her that she's an elf. She travels back to the elf world with him, where she struggles a bit at the elf school Firefox, makes friends with some other elves, learns that she is an illegal creation of a rebel group called the Dark Duck, and another rebel group- the Rarelynoticed- tries to kidnap and kill Sophia and her friend Deck. There are other details to be included into the story, which will be given out to the participants as a packet. The object of this competition is not to determine your ability at coming up with story ideas, but your ability to work in groups and execute well developed ideas. Does anyone have any questions?"

Someone raises their hand- a short, tanned girl. "Lynn?" prompts the principal.

"Did you say the rebel group was named the Dark Duck?"

"And the Rarelynoticed?" adds another person, with rectangular glasses and a red bracelet.

"Raise your hand before speaking, Auran," scolds the principal. "But yes, those are the names."

"Alright then," Auran mutters.

"Unless anyone else has questions, we'll be sending out sign up forms for everyone interested, and then we will distribute the information packets about your story. You can talk to each other and start planning."

No one else has questions, so once they've all filled out the sign up form, they gather in small groups and flip through the packets, making sarcastic comments or mocking names ("'Rarelynoticed' though-" a stylish hijabi named Raiin sighs as they come across a page of information about the group) as they try to form some semblance of a plan. Once they all agree that they've made a lot of progress, they make plans to meet up again soon and walk back home.

Unbeknownst  to them, a pair of ominous teal eyes watch from above.

Somber kazoos play once again, and the credits roll.

"So, what'd you think?" Biana asks as Sophie closes her laptop.

Rather inaudibly, Sophie mumbles "It was good."

"What was that?"

"It was good! I liked it!"

Biana grins. "I told you so." She leans over and kisses Sophie on the cheek. "Thanks for watching it. I have to go do some homework, awesome seeing you!" As she walks out, Sophie hears her singing under her breath. "We must be gay..."

[luna-nigthshade-wood]

What they don’t know, will hurt them

Summary: Dean Winchesters attempts suicide on a dirty motel bathtub, ending brain dead on a hospital. A trickster promises John and Sam that he will save him for “free”, as long as they both get through watching a series of Dean´s memories, good and bad. The twist is that they will feel everything Dean did at the time and they can stop it at any time, but then Dean will die. They both accept thinking it cant be that bad. Spoiler: it is worse.

CHAPTER 2:

When John regains conscience, he is sitting in a comfy armchair. Regarding the room, he can see his son, still unconscious seating besides him in a similar chair. In front of them, there is a black screen that seems to cover the wall. John was kind of expecting to see a projector somewhere on the room, and he chides himself for not planning ahead.

Sam wakes up a few minutes later. He gives the room his father and him are in, a look over. He was expecting something different, a room of torture to be honest, but the room they are in seems awfully comfy and that somehow makes the experience even more chilling. Before any of them could say anything to the other, the Trickster appeared in the screen.

 -Well, well, hello, boys. Glad to see you are awake- the being said- We will start soon. Like I told you before, I will show you some memories of Dean, all of them will be of important moments in his life, and you will feel everything Dean felt at the moment. If you look to your right in the wall, there is a big red button, cliché I know but necessary, the moment any of you feel like you had enough you can push it, of course, the moment you push the button, Dean´s life is forfeit. So without any further ado, lets watch our first memory- The Trickster finishes before the screen turns black.

 The screen turns up again and this time the image of a house appears. Sam finds it familiar but cant quite place it, John, on the other hands, has to choked a sound, he would recognize the house everywhere, it is where they lived before… Before the fire, before the stuffs of nightmares turned out to be real, before Mary… he wonders briefly why the Trickster is showing them this, but suddenly movement catches his eyes. A young Dean is running across the grass, playing with the neighbors, two little girls of the names Susy and Holly, his son seems free in a way that he hadn’t seen in a while and he feels the happiness that his son felt at the moment. Sam finds the scene odd and the feeling more so, he founds the happiness Dean is feeling foreign, he doesn’t think he had ever seen his brother so carefree as he is right now. One of the girls says something that has his brother laughing and nodding enthusiastically and Sam cant help but feel a pang of jealousy on his chest, how can this two girls make his brother so happy? Looking away from the scene, his heart skips a beat, he can see his young parents sitting in the porch of the house, talking with what he supposes are the parents of the girls, they look so young, his mother is clearly pregnant with him and she is glowing. John is mesmerized by Mary, she seems so beautiful and ethereal, he is honestly fascinated by the whole image, it seems like a dream far away of memories long forgotten; a noise suddenly catches his attention, one of the girls (Holly, if he remembers correctly) tackles his son to the ground, apparently the kid pulled one of her pigtails and she retaliated, Dean´s feelings change slightly to surprise but the happy undertones are still there. The adults of the memory start to go separate the kids, but before they even get up, his son stops the fight by apologizing to Holly, which seems to be enough for the three kids to forgive themselves and keep playing. The John of the picture laughs, but the John of the present feels something hollow on his chest, oh how he wishes things would still be so simple.

 The memory changes abruptly. Suddenly the screen shows them a room, a tired Mary is sleeping in the middle of the bed and a young John is sleeping next to her. Sam and John see as a little Dean, carrying a small blanket, peers trough the crack of the door before he continues walking down the hall and entering another room that they soon recognize as a nursery. In the middle of the room, there is a wooden crib that Dean approaches silently. The feelings of reverence hit them before the words of little Dean does:

-Hi, Sammy- he says- I am your big brother Dean. Mommy says you are still to young to play and I must be careful with you and that you still don’t understand when I talk to you but I think you do. Matt from my class says that baby are stupid, but he is the one that is stupid, I think you are pretty cool. Susy says I must be careful, because if I am not mommy and daddy would forget about me, but Holly called her a moron and socked her on the shoulder. Please don’t tell anyone I say that, I promise Holly I wouldn’t. She told me, she doesn’t like babies but she thinks you will be rad when you grow up. I think you are perfect as you are. Daddy says that cuz you are little I must protect you, and I will, I want you to know Sammy that I will always protect you, and take care of you, I will even check under the bed and inside the closet for monsters, Dad says they are not real, but I don’t buy it. Mommy says angels are looking over us, but just in case yours gets distracted, I will protect you, I promise. Night, night, Sammy- Dean finishes before walking out of the room. Meanwhile, Sam is watching speechless, something is blocking his chest, his oldest brother has always looked out for him, even before he could comprehend what was going on, a sense of shame blooms in his chest, a shame he doesn’t know where it is coming from (he is still lying to himself). John is watching the scene with a sense of nostalgic and sadness, he remembers how Dean would not go to sleep before Sammy did, he never even once suspected that his oldest son took his words to the heart even back then, Deans feelings of reverence stay long after the scene fades.

 The scene that starts is nowhere near as peaceful as the ones before where. This scene has Dean hiding in the closet of his room with a bundle of blankets in his arms, closest inspection show that the bundle is actually little Sammy. John and Sam start to feel distressed and anxious, it doesn’t take long to them to place that the feeling is emanating from Dean. Screams can be heard coming from down the stairs, and Sam understand snippets of the conversation, seems as his parents are going at each other, discussion ranging from who did the dishes to whether dad is doing way too many long shifts and whether mom should just let Dean decide what to wear, bullies be damned. Sam doesn’t quite understand what is happening, wasn’t his parents’ marriage perfect? John remembers the fights quite well and dread fills his chest. He always thought Dean hadn’t listened to them fighting, in hindsight, he should have given Dean more credit, he has always been quite perspective. John, unlike his son, remembers quite well what the fights were about, he always paints his marriage with Mary as perfect but the truth is far from it, both of them had their virtues and their flaws that would overlap and create problems and they were too stubborn to try to fix them before they grew into something ugly. He remembers what sparked this particular problem. Mary and John had gone to Dean´s school a few days back, because some older kids were bullying his son, apparently they were calling him names because Dean had taking a liking to some shirts that were deem too girly, he is ashamed to say they perhaps didn’t take the best stance, because the suggestion that both they and the faculty gave Dean was to change his way of dressing, Dean only nodded somehow less sad that John thought he would be, they would later found out, after the bullying didn’t stop and Susy snitched, that Dean gave some shirts to Holly to safe keep and she would bring them inside her backpack to school where Dean would promptly change in the bathroom, somehow that enraged Mary and she tried to make Dean stop wearing those shirts, John somehow thought the whole thing was stupid and to let Dean resolve his own problems, that caused an even bigger rift to the already shaky balance in the Winchester household, not helped by the fact that John had been working more shifts to provide to his family and when Mary offered to look for a work to help the finances, he for some reasons took it as a personal insult and a jab to his inability to earn more money, so he started taking even longer shifts and even when he wasn’t working he would get to their house late, having been driving around the city without a path in mind. In retrospect, those issues had little to not importance. Upstairs, Dean is crying and shushing little Sammy, asking him softly to stop crying, the heart of those watching break a little at the scene. The screams downstairs suddenly stop and the sound of a door opening and closing shakes the whole house. Dean puts his little brother into bed and quietly climbs down stairs, Mary is standing in the kitchen, eyes watery and red from crying, she gives him a small smile that looks more like a grimace and Dean runs to hug his mom, repeating the phrase “Everything will be okay, momma”, over and over again. A feeling of shame, sorrow and guilt coming from Dean invades both viewers and that somehow makes the scene even worse.

  The scene fades and another memory starts. This time Dean can be seen in the middle of the kitchen helping Mary and John is setting the table. A cold feeling invades John, he knows what this day is, it is the last day of their old life, before the fire, they are making a cake for Sammy´s six months birthday, he wonders if Mary had a hunch of what was going to happened and that is why she insisted on having a little celebration. The feelings coming from Dean are of happiness, calmness even pride as they sit at the table and eat pie. Sam watches his family having what he knows now it would be the last dinner in that table and he wonders how thing can possibly change so far. The memory abruptly stops and both, John and Sam, hold their breath preparing for what is about to come.

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[siriuslystargazing]

I new I could count on you

 Request: hiii, I see your request are open and I was hoping for a sirius x reader based in book 5, the time when Molly and Sirius have an argument and reader steps up for Sirius? thank you! 

A/N: Yess oo this is going to be good !! i feels right to be back in the grove again no Uni work to worry about so lets get this ball rolling :) quick disclaimer, my spelling is bad i have dylexcia sorry but hopefully its not that bad... i havent read the books in a few years but hope you like it :))

Summary: after all this time sirius can always count on you to back him.

Grimmauld palace was far from a palace to Sirius, he saw this place as more a prison than anything, no matter how much Molly cleanend the walls always seemd to hold the memories and dirty secrets that the black family held. The newest secret the walls held were the wearabouts of Harry Potter, Harry was relived to finally leave his tiny room at 4 private drive much be his new room was a somewhat dusty upgrade but he could live with it he was finally with his family again. but the reunion had to wait a while as the Order meeting was getting a little intense in the kitchen “Well Well Well” George Weasly Started “if it isnt Harry” Fred followed “want to know whats happening down stairs then?” the twins quized smirking bettween themselves 

“i have a feeling your going to do whatever it is wether or not i agree” Harry replied, the twins shared a look and nodded Harry smiled and followed the weaslys to the stairs 

“surly we shouldnt be doing this we’re not in there for a reason” hermionie stressed watching the twins lower the ear down listing on to the convosation...

in the Kitchen the table played host to a mix of wizards and witches, Sirius sat inbeteewn Remus and Y/N with Molly oppersit all four of them in a heated debate over harry “ Molly, Harry has a right to know about what is happening, if it wasnt for him we wouldnt know that Voldamort was back! he isnt a child molly ” Sirus started earning a frustrated huff “but he isnt an Adult either, he is not James-” Y/N flinched at the name sirius took note and placed his hand in hers giving a reasuring squeez “-He is not your Son! Molly!-”Y/N began “ Harry is our Godson we have a duty of care for him -” 

“Oh please Y/N ! where have you two been for the past 12 years, one of you was rotting in Azkaban and you were galavanting across Asia” 

“shut up you slimey Git thats my Wife your talking to!” sirius shot from his seat slaming his palms on the table silencing Snape.

“oh Enough of this the lot of you, i say we leave the meeting here and get dinner on” Molly disbanded the meeting opening the kitchen door and calling everyone down for dinner, 

“Harry Potter!” sirius Greeted embracing the teen in a tight hug “i have someone very imortant here for you to meet” pulling away and waving Y/N over to them 

“Hello Bambi” Y/N started, Tears pricked at her eyes as she took in the teen before her, he really was a spitting image of James “im Y/N, Your Godmother, i want to apologise for not being in your life i was told you died that night and well...” Y/N trailed off but was embraced in hug from Harry “its okay Y/N its nice to finally meet you Remus and Sirus told me so much about you !”

“not to cut the reunion short my love but i belive Molly is ready to plate up dinner” 

“oh yes of course!” 

Each sat at the table Whilst molly continued to cut vegetables as Arther informed HArry on his Hearing at the Ministry “this is very peculiar Harry, your hearing at the ministry is to be infront of, well the enitre Wizard front..”

“but i dont understand what has the Ministry got against me ?”

“Show him” Moody Grunted from the Shadows “he will find out soon enough beter to just show him now” more looks were exchanged at the table until Kingsly grabed a copy of the profit showing Harry the headline, sirius sighed “dont worry they have been attacking Dumbledor aswell”

“we belive Fudge is using his influence and power over at the profit to discourage the rumors of Voldemorts return, and he is deluded, fudge thinks Dumbledor is after his job!” Y/N continued 

“but thats insane No one would-” “Thats exactly the point Harry! Fudge isnt in his right mind, its been twisted by fear, and the last time Voldamort gained this much power, he nearly destroyed everything we hold dear to us” Remus cut in looking towards Y/N and Sirius with a small smile “and the minister we will do anything in his power to avoid that truth” 

Sirius and Y/N looked at eachother for a moment Nodding in silent agreement “We think, he wants to build up his army again..14 years ago he had a huge following not just witches and Wizards but other dark creatures and he has started up again, the order have done the same but gathering followers isnt the only thing hes interested in... we belive Voldamort is after somthing” The sound of mollys chopping grinded to a halt “Sirius” Moody warned but Sirius ingnored and continued “Somthing he didnt have Last time-” 

“No! thats Enough, he. is. Jusy. a. BOY!” Molly orderd her Knife claterted to the table as she rushed to Harrys side “you say much more and you might as well induct him into the order” 

“great i’d love to Join” HArry Protested “if Voldamort is raising an army i want to be a ble to fight” Sirius didnt reply but gave molly a look and clapped 

“he has a point” Y/N spoke her voice quite, sirius gave harry a wink “Excuse me!”

“Molly, Harry has a right to know and its Sirius and my duty to inform him of what is happening, you cant shield him away from this its his life, he might not have asked for it but we cant keep him hidden from the inevitable, and last time i checked and i did in asia you can’t change a profacy like this its self fufiling no matter how hard you try it will happen, all we can do is support him and help him.” the table was silent apart from a small wimper form Ron as he noticed his Mothers look 

“But he is just a Boy Y/N, What would James and Lily think? why on earth they made you two his Godparents is beyond me? both of you are reckless, young and have no -”

“HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THEM! THEY TRUSTED US FOR A REASON, MAYBE IF YOU NEW THEM THE WAY WE DID YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND BUT YOU DONT MOLLY! everything i have done was for Harry, for them, they asked me to figure out a way to save Harry  and i did i travled across the world to find a way to save him, so dont you ever question my husband or my friends actions” Y/N argued, everthing she did for the past 14 years was to find a way to save harry, Lily asked her to do it,  Lily trusted Y/N like James trusted Sirius.

Molly was shocked she hadnt known much of the witch before her, only that she was a well known unspeakable, at every meeting she was quite always sat between Sirius and Remus not say much, but tonight she new that Y/N was hot headed and would do anything to protect her frends and family she sighed and went back to the cooking, Remus let out a low laugh “you always were a hot head and you still are, trust me harry dont ever get on her bad side, that isnt the worst she can do” 

“oi, Thats my loving wife!” sirius smirked pulling Y/N kissing her temple “I new i can count on you, at least you didnt set the curtains on fire this time” 

“Dont push it fleabag” Y/N smirked, sending an apologentic smile to Molly across the Table “setting curtains on fire?” 

“It was summer 1976...” 

[a-lonely-tatertot]

Kiss me like it isn’t allowed

Pairing: Keefitz

Word Count:  3111

Warnings: Underage drinking (briefly mentioned), cursing, and internalized homophobia 

A/N: There’s a happy ending I swear, Fitz is just a repressed gay and doesn’t like feelings, I also know nothing about laser tag so sue me. And thanks to @bookwyrminspiration

The night it all started was normal. Keefe sprawled on Fitz’s bed, staring at the ceiling lost somewhere in a world of thought. “I wonder what it’s like to kiss someone,” Keefe said to no one in particular. 

Fitz looked up startled, “Didn’t you kiss my sister once?”

“She turned her head!” He put his hands up in defense. “I meant like, kiss someone for real.”

“Come back to me when you have an answer,” Fitz sighed indifferently. He never really understood the gain there was to smashing mouths together and moving them around. He hadn’t realized Keefe had moved to sit criss cross in front of him until he pulled away his book. “Hello to you too,” he said. Keefe’s ears were pink against his pale hair.

“What if- if you wanted to- maybe we- I could- uh,” he swallowed, eyes darting everywhere. Fitz smiled a bit.

“Spit it out, buddy.”

“CanIkissyou?” Fitz’s brain short-circuited, and Keefe began to fidget, playing with his hands like he would die if he didn’t. Purely out of impulse and not thinking straight, Fitz surged forward his forehead smacking into Keefe’s. “Ow,” he groaned.

“That definitely could’ve gone better,” Keefe laughed weakly. Before he could grab the book again and hide behind the pages, soft hands ghosted his face. Oh, he thought, realizing what he agreed to.

“This still okay?” he asked softly. His hands fell gently on Fitz’s cheeks. They were light, barely there, waiting to be refused. 

A breathy, “Yes,” was all Keefe needed to press their lips softy together. 

There weren’t any fireworks as Fitz’s eyes fluttered closed and pushed back slightly. There wasn’t anything grandiose about it, it was sloppy and messy. There was only this: Fitz’s vague thought of Oh, as the air was stolen out of his lungs by Keefe’s soft irreversible touch.

Eventually Keefe pulled away, panting slightly. He chased him for a quick second, quickly realizing that his hands had left with his mouth. So it went, Fitz winding up the courage to put his hands in his hair, his eyes widening at the sudden touch but leaned into it. So it went, hands, mouths, hair.

When it’s over he watched Keefe leave. Frizzy hair, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. Some part of him realized that he had done that. A dopey grin took over his face.

But his small paradise shattered the moment Keefe closed the door and someone else opened it. By harsh words and stern looks. His father said it wasn’t okay, that if he wanted to matter the kiss couldn’t matter. So the next day he doesn’t let it change things and he tried to miss the way Keefe stared after him. It doesn’t matter, because he mattered.

-

His heart was in his ears as he moved through the warehouse. A shout rang out to his left followed by a buzz signaling that someone was out on his team. He filed that somewhere in the back of his mind as he hid behind a wall. If he could just spot someone- There! Tam was running between two walls- 

“Hey, Princey,” whispered Keefe, right as he was about to pull the trigger. And just like that, his concentration was gone and so was Tam.

“Dammit,” he breathed, lowering the gun. Fitz tried to ignore Keefe, he was supposed to be helping his team. That couldn’t happen if he thought about the annoyingly persistent boy next to him. They did this often, the group finding themselves more often at the old warehouse converted to a laser tag company. It was known that Fitz was the best shot, his aim was unmatched by the others. Most of the time he found himself like this: behind a wall, or on top of something, trying to hit the people running in and out between the walls.

He watched the layout for a bit and tried to not think about Keefe’s heavy gaze on him (keyword: tried, he didn’t succeed). A flash of blue and his finger was on the trigger, firing. There was that familiar tension in his chest, waiting for the light to turn blue and the buzzer to go off-

And it didn’t. “Having some problems there?” Keefe teased. 

“Uh, yeah, you,” Fitz responded flatly. His eyes stayed on the field even though he knew it’d be useless. As he fell deeper into his thoughts he saw Keefe’s vest, blue. The beginning of an idea formed when Keefe gently wrapped a hand around his wrist. Don’t tense don’t tense-

Keefe let out a soft laugh, “Your pulse is racing.”

“Oh?” Fitz was barely even thinking about what left his mouth, his mind somewhere else. “Maybe it’s cause of how close you are.” He was close, Fitz could feel his breath brushing his cheek. “Maybe I want you closer.”

A small blush spread across his face, rising to the tips of his ears and racing down his neck. In one quick move, Fitz laced his fingers through Keefe’s and spun them around and pinned Keefe against the wall he was hiding behind. “Hey.” 

Keefe stared at him, wide-eyed. “This was not how I expected this to go,” he said finally. Fitz chuckled.

Keefe leaned in slightly and Fitz didn’t stop him, nor did he when Keefe kissed him. It was messy and slow like the first time and every bit as distracting. Some part of him knew that he should probably shoot him right then, it would be so easy and he wouldn’t see it coming-

There was the soft click of the trigger and the buzzer went off in the distance. Fitz didn’t notice, he was too focused on the feeling of Keefe pulling away. “You shouldn’t let yourself get distracted so easily Fitzy,” he said, a smirk pulling at his mouth. The tips of his ears were pink as ran off, there was a hit of sadness in his eyes when he looked back once more.

“What the fuck,” he whispered to the wall.

-

9. He ran, laughter barely held in. 8. He spun around the corner, wide empty hallway in front of him. 7. Don’t slow down, he thought, destination already in mind. 6. Quieter this time as he swung the closet door open. 5- “Well this is ironic,” said Keefe, his voice next to his ear. Fitz forgot how to breathe.

“Don’t pass out on my account Fitzy,” Keefe chuckled.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Hiding, though I think you’re a bit better at that than me.”

“Oh just shut it,” Fitz grumbled. “Can you scoot over?”

Before he could as again, Keefe’s hand covered his mouth and the other gripped his side. In a second, he had turned them and pressed Fitz into the back of the closet. A squeak escaped his mouth before he could stop it. 

“I didn’t think you’d be so noisy,” Keefe whispered, his voice a warm breath on Fitz’s lips. Without his permission, his eyes found Keefe’s mouth. Like he’d been waiting for it, Keefe leaned in a bit and he dimly realized he would have to be on his toes. 

“We shouldn’t,” he breathed, regretting the words as soon as it was out.

“Okay.” Keefe leaned back into the wall, eyebrows furrowed, eyes trained on the floor. Fitz found he couldn’t move his gaze; that he didn’t want to.

So he didn’t. His eyes traced the way his eyebrows furrowed, the smooth curve of his nose, the sharp lines of his clenched jaw. With a sudden burst of confidence, he placed a hand above Keefe’s head and leaned in.

“What, Princey?” Keefe said with a growl.

“Kiss me,” it was a challenge. A shot in the dark. A make or break. And even as Keefe’s eyes narrowed, he wasn’t gonna say no.

When he thought about it later, his father’s disapproving look burned it’s way into Fitz’s mind. He wanted to cry because why did it have to be wrong? Why did it feel right? 

In the end his father’s words won as the sick feeling found home in his stomach because of a single text.

11:30pm

Fitz: We cant do that again

1:05am

Keefe: Okay.

-

The stars filled the sky. “They’re like pimples,” Keefe laughed, his voice soft, words slurred.

“What?” Fitz asked, rolling on his side. It was mesmerizing watching Keefe look at the stars. He got this look in his eyes, sometimes he would tell Fitz what he was thinking. Others, he would pass meaningless jokes, and on the worst days, he would sit, and stare, and drink so much he passed out on the roof.

“The sky has acne,” he giggled a bit and threw back another swig. 

“I think they’re freckles, freckles are better than pimples,” Fitz sighed, alcohol seeping into his words. They came out here on bad nights. If their dads were rough all it took was a call. If school was hard, they’d ditch it all. Tonight, Fitz hadn’t even had to specify. On the second tone, Keefe picked up and responded, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

“Keefe only hummed in vague recognition. He jumped down, hitting the ground with a soft thud and slide in the driver’s seat to turn up the music. When he climbed back up there was something else in his eyes. The beat thrummed through the car, matching the quick pace of Fitz’s heart. “If you’re gonna say something, say it,” he whispered into the tentative silence. 

“Can I kiss you?” There was a rushed ask, a careful impulsive decision in his voice, he didn’t know if it was the beer or just Keefe.

Stop. His heart, his breathing, the beat. “Pardon?” Start. 

“Like the other night, can I kiss you?” The other night. The words he had carelessly thrown out, the way he could feel Keefe’s shattered heart through his simple ‘Okay.’ The other night was not something he wanted to repeat. But he was drunk and he shouldn’t be thinking and all he could think of was Keefe. He already knew the answer before it left Fitz’s mouth. 

“Yeah.”

And there was that feeling again, the one he had told himself he would never feel again. The intensity, the openness, screw the stars this was so much better. There was an air of forbiddenness to it, Alden had said no to both these nights and the kisses, so was it really different? Out there, the woods, the car, the beat edging everything in them on, Keefe’s mouth moving on his, it wasn’t allowed; Fitz had never wanted anything more. 

-

He was warm, it was all warm. Hard and solid, but comfortable. He was laying on something that felt more like home than any pillow ever did. It was steady. Keefe, something told him. 

It doesn’t mean anything, he responded automatically, and he hated himself for it. It didn’t, it couldn’t. Yet some part of him wanted it to, some part that was quickly growing bigger. He shoved the thought away as another wave of drowsiness hit.

-

It wasn’t warm, it was very cold. “Took you long enough Princey,” Keefe said, “You know it was a pain in the ass hauling you in here. If you weren’t such a bitch when you wake up hungover, I might’ve made you do it yourself.”

He chuckled lightly and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. When memories of the night before came racing back, he shoved them out. He couldn’t, he wasn’t allowed, it was a mistake. It meant nothing, he repeated like a mantra. 

The drive back was normal. The radio playing steadily, talking about meaningless things. They didn’t bring up last night. But they should and Fitz knew it. Keefe was tense, his hands on the steering wheel were tighter than they need to be, his back was slumped, and tightness gripped his words. He wanted to ignore it. He wanted to be oblivious to the telltales. You’re the reason, a nasty voice said. You broken thing.

“Look,” Keefe said turning off the car. “We need to talk.”

“Do we?”

“I know you’re not big on feelings and all that-”

“We were drunk okay? We’re teenagers it’s normal, it doesn’t change anything.”

Keefe let out a helpless breath and stared at him with wide eyes. He wanted to take it all back, he wanted to fix the broken expression Keefe wore but he couldn’t, he couldn’t.

“It was no different from the others,” he said finally.

“You can’t kiss me like that and say it means nothing!” There were tears in his eyes, and Fitz was falling apart from the inside out, staring at him.

“It didn’t, Keefe.” He opened the door.

“Then don’t expect to mean anything to me.”

Somehow he still knew how to rip him up with a single sentence. It didn’t matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t forget Keefe’s words. He couldn’t forget Keefe.

-

It’s so cold. There’s ice under his skin, eating him up inside. As soon as he stepped inside it all came crashing down. Because he couldn’t forget Keefe. Keefe and the weight of his mouth. Keefe, his best friend since they were kids. Keefe and his thoughts, his idea,s his everything. He couldn’t forget his dopey smile when he agreed the first time only two weeks before. How he threaded his fingers through Fitz’s hair. His raspy voice, the way he only looks at peace with a pencil in his hands. How his confidence was a facade crafted by years of hurting. And there was that bubbling feeling that burned his throat as the rest of him froze with regret. So he screamed and yelled, his voice a release of the flames scorching him from the inside. He didn’t give a damn who heard him.

Time passed, but he paid no attention. He didn’t know how long he was there. Angry and bitter and pissed. He screamed until his throat went dry and his voice was a whisper. Until his eyes hurt from the tears and he didn’t have any left in him. And he was finally as empty as he should’ve been.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

 Biana stood in the doorway. “Wow, what happened here?”

“Screw off, Bi,” he muttered.

“It’s Keefe isn’t it?” At the mention of his name Fitz rolled over and groaned into his pillow. He knew the drill at this point. He was an open book to Biana and there was no point in hiding it. So he explained. From the beginning, every stupid kiss that made his stomach twist. When he finally finished, she let out a low whistle.

“You messed up big time buddy,” she said solemnly. 

“Thank you for stating the obvious.”

“You’re quite welcome. Do you know what I think? I think you’re in love with him.”

“What?” The worst part was, it made sense.

“You love him and you know it,” she said with a smirk. “You’re just burying all of it cause of Dad.”

Everything clicked into place, the puzzle that was Keefe Sencen finally made sense. He didn’t know how he hadn’t gotten it. Before he knew it he was in the car, starting on the hour drive to Elwin’s, Biana next to him, the siblings grinning like idiots.

Biana’s phone almost buzzed itself off the dash startling both of them.

“It’s the Team,” she smiled, “This’ll be fun.”

“Why the hell is your after school club calling?” Fitz asked, incredulous. She didn’t respond, only answered the phone on speaker.

“We owe Dex twenty dollars,” Sophie said solemnly.

“I thought Wylie was closer,” Biana responded.

“No, I was last week,” said Wylie dejectedly.

“You had too much faith in the idiots,” he could hear Dex’s smirk through the phone.

“What’re you all talking about?” he asked finally speaking up.

“We bet on you dumbass,” Biana said not a hint of sympathy in her voice. “Turn here.”

“Where are you guys going?” Stina’s voice betraying how interested she was. 

“To Elwin’s so Fitzy here can dramatically confess his love, I’ll give y’all the details after,” Biana said hanging up. As he stared at the blue door of Elwin’s it all came crashing down on him.

“Dad’s not gonna like this,” he whispered, finding it harder to breathe. 

“Hey,” Biana said, forcefully grabbing his shoulders. There was that stubborn determination in her eyes that he had seen so many times before. “You get the boy, let me handle dad.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” he swallowed hard.

“Now go get ‘em, tiger.”

Well, that was the plan. As he walked up to the door he wondered if he should have flowers or an apology or where to even start. Turns out he didn’t have to worry about it. Because Keefe wasn’t home.

“Do you know where he is?” he asked, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice.

“It’s a clear night, where do you think?” Elwin said with a small smile. “He’s been out all day.”

“Shit,” he cursed. Of course, he was so stupid!

“Hey, language,” Elwin laughed.

“Thanks, sir,” he spun on his heel and ran back to the car. 

Biana didn’t say anything as he hightailed it out of the driveway, driving way too fast for a neighborhood. 

The woods weren’t far, he was lucky it wasn’t another hour. Yet when he found himself confronted by trees, he wanted more time. “What do I say?” he asked.

“Whatever your heart does.”

“My hearts going in every direction, it’s not used to being needed.”

“There’s a direction,” she said with a small laugh, “take it.”

So he did. The winding path was practically burned into his memory. The sun had set, he didn’t remember when. The stars were appearing as he found Keefe on the roof of his car, that same look in his eyes.

“What’re you thinking?” he asked, voice so quiet he didn’t know if Keefe had heard.

“I’m thinking,” Keefe said, eyes still trained on the sky. “There's a boy. And I think he's lying to himself. I think he's scared of his dad and doesn't understand his feelings. A boy who gets so angry and hates himself for it. I think he's angry for being different. I think he regrets it but doesn't know how to say it,” Keefe jumped down and locked eyes with him. “There's a boy, and I know him. And I think he knows me. And i really don't wanna be wrong.”

“I think you’re right.”

“Prove it.”

“Kiss me,” Fitz said. One more challenge.

“No,” He shook his head. “You’ve brushed that off enough times.”

“Then how?” 

“You kiss me.”

And Fitz couldn’t say no to Keefe. 

[vivipuppy]

continued ask-

Brorre, the Dark Elf anarchist Druid who can converse with the plants and animals world unlike anyone else- but has never left a city in their life. Questions about what happens to a person when they will outlive the animals they can talk to, that they can have a TRUE bond with?

6) Who in the party do they relate to the most? I mean... the happy go lucky city boy charlie of course! They even both play music! Sure, idealogically theyre very very far from eachother. But thats not because charlie is purposefully undercutting things that brorre has spent their life understanding about the world around them- but because he’s so new at it. He doesnt understand the nuances that brorre has so much life experience understanding.

15) do they trust their party? why or why not?

Oh yeah! The only one they dont trust, actually, is like. Titus? But thats because of the curse that kills his friends. But they can handle titus, and put him down if need be. It was.... a very rocky start with Pori. But i think theyve gotten a grudging... not respect, but understanding of eachother. They get why they think the other way. But they also know pori isnt dumb enough to get herself killed.

21) do they follow their head, their heart, or their body?

do you. Sho you play in the same group as brorre. You know the answer to this question. Its heart! Their heart is so full of love!! Thats where the anger comes from. The really hot, harsh anger of the people who get hurt by people who dont need to hurt them. They’re so stupid that im afraid of getting killed because i wasted wild shapes when i should have saved them.

27) how do they mourn? Ive thought a lot about this.... about how brorre handles being an elf who can live for up to 500 years and yet can have a conversation with a rat who will die in 3, if its lucky. And i think when it comes to death, theyve stopped mourning. Its no longer something that hurts. Now, its become anger. When people are hurt, when they see titus struggling with his curse, when they see Charlie struggle with understanding that there are people in the world who are cruel to simply be cruel... it angers them. Thats the fire. Its why I prepare flame blade and gave them produce flame. Its why they threw a tantrum in the underdark. Anger is the core to Brorre. And not a bad anger, necessarily. Its a good one, anger from love. But its anger.

33) What makes them cry? I..... dont... think brorre cries anymore, at all.

39) Are their hands calloused or soft, or something else entirely? I think theyre very soft. Lots of magic and turning into other things, of talking to help solve issues. Violence ideally comes rarely, and if it does, magic solves it.

45) How do they hug people? TIIIIIIGHTLY. Gets the dirty druid smell on you. Dont think theyve GOT a strong hug, but they try.

54) What was their education like? Lots of talk about mining, caves, and funnily enough, about how certain governemnts (hesitate to call the underdark they were in a specific governmental system) work. They were born only to mine, to become a miner and expand the cities walls. In order to be ALLOWED to concieve a kid, their parents had to figure out what job they would have. So, ever since birth, that was the only thing they were taught. But in mining, you see, theres a foreman who barks orders to the rest of the workers who actually do the thing. And brorre didnt like that, and brorre began to see similarities to the world they grew up in. The rest you already know

57) what makes them angry? any injustice to their friends and loved ones. Go back to 27.

63) What fight has scared them the most? Strahd.Ive said it in character before, but to brorre, they often feel like prey to larger animals... but to strahd, who’s destroyed the future of the dark elves in barovia? They’re not even prey to him. And that scares them. For the first time in their life of being a pest, this is the first time theyve felt like a true INSECT.

69 nice) How would they describe their party members? In our sessions, already did! Pori is the Smart one, Brorre themselves is the pretty one, Bec is the funny one, Charlie is the happy one, and Titus is the hot one!

In seriousness, Pori is smart. Too smart. Sees the end of the problem and cares not at all about the method to solve it, or to understand the use of the 1 and the 2 that make up 3. Only cares that 3 is the answer..

Bec is smart, and funny, and needs to cheer up! People like her! She just doesnt feel comfortable with being liked, which like, brorre doesnt get? but brorre accepts. Lets her do her own thing, and bring her in when they feel she hasnt been able to say her own peice

Charlie... look back to the first question! Titus! Hot boy, sure, but inreality brorre has lots of thoughts on titus. Thoughts they dont really address, cause it makes them sad, and being sad makes them angry, but they cant direct that anger at anything. But titus is cursed to hurt his friends, to one day be envealoped and kill anybody nearby... and that hurts brorre, because thats all titus thinks he is. But brorre thinks hes very, truely kind. You dont become a monster hunter if you dont care about helping people. And its nice to help him slowly realise hes a person. To tell him that colors can be favorited, that he’s allowed to love things. Theres a lot brorre has to say about lifeline stuff... but we havnt had in game conversations about that. Which stucks. Cause its very integral to both our characters, the length of their life. But when it does, brorre wants to talk about how permanence doesnt exist, and temporary is ok.

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Trust | Doctor Who

Pairing: Doctor x Reader (readers choice as to which regeneration this is, I personally had a mix of ten and eleven in mind when writing)

Word Count: 4383

Warning: gets super angsty at points, very tiny mention of blood, possible death? and some very cheesy fluff

A/N: okay so this has been sitting in my drafts for months and I’ve been reluctant to post it but then I thought what the hell I’m just gonna do it. I thought about splitting it into parts but decided to just stick it up as a oneshot. And as always spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

- - - - -

“Finally, you’re here! I’ve been waiting for hours, you really need a more comfortable sofa you know..” The Doctor says lounging on your sofa, staring you excitedly waiting for an answer. 

“What did I tell you about letting yourself into my apartment?” You say, dropping your bag to the floor.

“I know” he continues, ignoring your question “I could have just jumped in the TARDIS, travelled to the moment just before you got home and spared myself the agony but I didn’t know exactly how long you would be out and quite frankly that feels like more effort than I feel like taking part in today. But anyway enough about me..” he takes a deep breath ”how did it go?”

“How did what go?” You respond blankly

“Your date”

You take a sharp intake of breath, trying to keep your expression blank to hide any emotion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” 

“Oh come on y/n, this is me you’re talking to. You know you can’t keep secrets from me”

“I’m not keeping any... what makes you think I’ve been on a date?”

“It’s obvious. Your hairs down, you never wear your hair down unless its a special event or you’re trying to impress someone. Your clothes are far too fancy for work, too risqué for a family occasion. And your face, there’s a glow to your face like you’ve been blushing. Soooo, how was it? I want to hear everything” he leans forward, resting his chin in his hands staring up at you with hope.

He reminded you of an overexcited puppy. Ever since your last boyfriend had dumped you via text while you were off on a TARDIS adventure, the Doctor had been trying to set you up with every potential candidate he found. You, on the other hand, had just wanted to forget about boys all together and focus on having fun with the Doctor. That was until you met Jack. 

“look, I just... we don’t have time for this right now. Isn’t there some planet that needs saving or something?”

“Ah, they can save themselves” batting his hand away like he was trying to hit a fly ”this is more important. You had a date!”

“Just leave it, please”

“No I will not, until you tell me everything”

“There’s nothing to tell”

“Sure there is, why wont you talk to me?”

“BECAUSE HE STOOD ME UP, OKAY?” You suddenly explode and the Doctor just watches you silently. “He didn’t come. I waited in that cafe for two and a half hours and he didn’t come. No phone call, not even a text. Two and a half hours I sat on my own, watching the door, trying to ignore the pitiful looks from everyone else. ‘Oh look at that poor sad girl, cant even get a date.. pathetic...’” you start to break down before you can finish your sentence. The Doctor jumps up and pulls you into a tight hug. “What is wrong with me? What did I do wrong?” You cry.

“Hey no, shhhhh, nothing is wrong with you” the Doctor reassures, stroking your hair “you are perfect”  

“Why didn’t he show? Am I that dull to talk to? Did he spot me in window, take one look and run the other way? Or maybe he had no intention of ever coming, he just set me up as a joke. And i fell for it like the fool that i am?”

“NO” the Doctor says firmly, taking your face in his hands and staring into your eyes “look at me. You are NOT a fool. Okay? You are one of the smartest, bravest, funniest, kindest, most interesting people I’ve ever had the pleasure of travelling with. Honestly. You amaze me every single day. Don’t you ever speak about yourself like that”

He kissed you on the forehead and you show him a weak smile. 

“I just don’t understand why he wouldn’t come. When we spoke on the ohine this morning he kept saying he was so excited to meet.”

“Ah” The doctor suddenly remembers,  taking a step back and looking to the ground like something was bothering him. 

“What is it?” 

“I think that maybe this might have slightly been my fault..”

You don’t say anything, you just look at him with confusion. 

“I may have accidentally on purpose bumped into Jack on his way to meeting you and accidentally scared him off... accidentally...”

Your mouth drops open as the realisation of what the Doctor has done sinks in. Your face switches through confusion, to disbelief, to anger. 

“You did WHAT?!”

“I just wanted to check him out, ask him about his intentions. You know how I feel about people called Jack! Look I just needed to make sure he wasn’t, you know, some sort of insane axe murderer type”

“YOU’RE the one who’s insane!” You shout back, now pacing around the room, hands up in your hair “I cant even look at you right now... you know not all men are like Captain Jack Hark- wait..” suddenly you stop pacing, turning to look at him “how do you know his name? Come to think of it, how did you even know I was going to meet anyone?”

“You, you left your phone on the TARDIS console the other day while you ‘popped to the loo’” he says, making air quotes with his fingers as he quoted you, trying to make a joke lighter but actually just pissing you off even more. “It kept doing the buzzy buzzy thing so i picked it up to shush it and saw all these messages from Jack talking about looking forward to meeting you and I thought-“

“What? You thought anyone who would want to go on a date with me must be insane?!”

“No, no no no of course not no I-“

“Then why? Doctor, why would you do this to me?”

“Because I love you” he blurts out. You fall silent, eyes fixed on his face. “I love you y/n, and I couldn’t stand the thought of you being hurt again” he pauses “and I think that maybe, deep down, I was terrified of the thought that you could fall in love with someone who isn’t me”

You just stand there, silently staring at his face. You’d never seen him this vulnerable, this honest about his feelings. 

“No..” you say and he looks at you confused “no, NO. You can’t do this to me. You can’t spend the last few months trying to set me up with other people, make me think that you don’t think of me at all in that way and then turn around and tell me you LOVE me?! What the HELL Doctor? You can’t just play with people emotions like that!”

“I never intended to hurt you, y/n, that’s the last thing I wanted and I hate myself for hurting you. But bad things seem to happy to the people I love, and I think I thought that if you were with someone else then, you’d be safe? I, I don’t know. Just, please y/n I need you to know that I am so sorry.” 

You just look at him. It’s hard to see the man who is usually so cool and calm actually starting to panic. 

“Please say something.” He pleads but you continue to look at him silently, your thoughts racing a million miles an hour in your head. 

“Y/N?” He says again, stepping forward and reaching out to you but you take a step back and look down at your feet. 

“I trusted you...” you voice comes out quiet and full of hurt “...with everything. I put my life in your hands.” You pause, look up at the doctor and take a deep breath “I don’t think I can do that anymore”

“You can-“ he steps towards you again but you turn away and close your eyes.

“I need to be on my own” 

The Doctor takes a step back and nods silently. 

“well, you know how to find me when you're ready” he sighs sadly. 

He turns and walks to your bedroom where the TARDIS is parked. As he reaches for the door he stops to take one last look at you, willing you to turn around and run into his arms. But you don’t. He leaves. 

You hear the sound of the TARDIS leaving and you drop to the floor, finally letting out all the emotion you had been trying to keep in. 

The Doctor watches you from the screen in his TARDIS as tears fall from his eyes.

- - - 6 months later - - - 

“RUN!” The Doctor shouts as he turns and starts sprinting. You immediately follow as you hear guns firing behind you and the Daleks shouting “EXTERMINATE!” 

Together you run down winding corridor until finally the TARDIS is in sight. The Doctor gets there before you, opening the TARDIS door and holding his hand out to you 

“almost there y/n, keep running” he encourages but suddenly a Dalek appears infront of you. Before you can do anything a laser shoots from the end of the Daleks gun and hits you. 

- - - - -

Your eyes shoot open as you sit upright in bed breathing heavily. Just another nightmare. 

You leave your house and head towards the bus stop as you do every morning to get to work since you went back to your mundane TARDIS free life. It’s been six months since the Doctor told you he loved you and you hadn’t seen or even spoken to him since. But you couldn’t help but think about him every day. Part of you wanted to pick up the phone and call him to come back, but the other part of you was still hurting and confused. 

After the Doctor had left Jack had messaged you apologising for not showing up to your date and told you about the man who had scared him. You made up a story about him being an overprotective family member of yours and that he wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore. You and Jack dated for a couple of months but when you discovered he was still seeing other girls you called it off. Maybe the Doctor was right to scare him away.

You reach the bus stop just as your bus is puling away. You tried running to catch up with it but you were too late. You slump down on the bench to wait for the next one and again your thoughts drift to the Doctor. Wondering where he is now, what planet he’s saving or what new aliens he’s meeting. You wonder if he’s found anyone else to travel with and your heart sinks at the thought. You take out your phone and scroll down the contact list till you reach ‘Doc’. Your finger hovers over the call button. What if he has moved on? What if he doesn’t care about you at all anymore? He told you he loved you and you turned him away. 

You pushed your anxiety aside and hit the call button but just as it stared to ring you heard screams coming from the park over the road. You hung up the phone and crossed the road toward the park. People were running towards you, presumably away from whatever was cause the screams but you ran towards it. Your time with the Doctor had definitely made you brave. 

You continued to run through the park until you heard a noise that stopped you dead in your tracks. A noise you hadn’t heard since your days of travelling. A noise you hoped you would never hear again. 

“EXTERMINATE!”

You felt your body freeze in panic. This is just another dream right? You pinch yourself but you don't wake up. Okay so this is real. But how could the Daleks be here on earth? The Doctor banished them last time-

“EXTERMINATE!”

The sound pulled your attention back to earth and you looked up just in time to see a Dalek shooting straight at you. You dived out the way and ran as fast as your legs could carry you towards a woodland area over one side of the park. You ran through the woods, mind racing as fast as your feet until you tripped on a root sticking out the ground and skidded across the floor cutting your knees pretty bad.  You get up, hobble over to lean against a tree and pull out your phone. You need the Doctor. 

But before you can press call you hear another familiar voice behind you that sent chills down your spine. Another one of the Doctor’s rivals you had unfortunately met on your travels, probably the most dangerous of them all. 

“Hello y/n” he says and you turn around slowly to see the Master standing behind you grinning maniacally. 

“Long time no see” he chuckles but then his face turns dead serious “give me the phone”

You stare at time, full of panic.

“GIVE ME THE PHONE!” He shouts which makes you jump. You immediately hand your phone over and he grabs your wrist tightly, pulling you in so your face is close enough to whisper  “see, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Before smiling again and letting you go. You take a step back, holding your wrist in your hand. The Master starts walking slowly around you, making you feel like a dying animal being watched by a vulture.

“Where is the Doctor? Why are you alone, I thought you were his new pet?”

You look down at the ground. 

“Not anymore” you reply but your voice is barely audible

“Speak up little pet!” He says in your ear from behind you before continuing the circle around you

“Not anymore” you say slightly louder and the Master stops in front of you again.

“Oh? What happened? Lover’s tiff?” 

“It’s complicated” you shake your head dismissively.

“Complicated huh? Well let’s see what if we can clear things up shall we?” He takes your phone from his pocket and puts it on speaker you can hear the ringing tone and then the voice you’d missed so much...

“Y/N?” He sounds worried

“Guess again lover boy” the Master laughs changing the call to a video call so the Doctor can see him grinning. 

“What have you done?! If you’ve hurt her-“

“She’s safe” he interrupts, walking over and putting his arm around you to pull you into the Doctor’s view “for now.. You see, I’ve invited some old friends of yours to this planet you seem to care so much about and well, they’re making quite a mess.”

“Master!” The Doctor tries to speak.

“DON’T INTERRUPT ME!” He shouts and you flinch. “As I was saying. The Daleks are having a field day with your humans, they are extra trigger happy today I tell you.” He laughs as he let’s go of you and reaches into his pocket “but so I am”

He pulls a gun and his face changes again to be completely serious. 

“So it seems Doctor you have a choice to make. You can stop the Daleks...” he puts the gun to your head and moves the camera so the Doctor can see the fear in your eyes “or you can stop me.”

“Master please, please don’t do this-“ he begins pleading.

“Oh I love to hear you beg! So what will it be? The girl or the earth, its your choice Doctor” the Master hangs up the phone, dropping it to the floor and stamping on it. 

You close your eyes and try to steady your breath but you’re shaking so much that you can’t focus on anything else. You feel the gun move away from your head and you open your eyes cautiously. The Master sits on the floor, back leaning against a tree. He gestures for you to come sit by him, but you don’t move. 

“Oh come on, I’m not gonna shoot you yet. Relax”

You slowly move to sit near him, but not too close, and cross your legs. You stare at the ground, twiddling your thumbs nervously as you work up the courage to speak. 

“Why are you doing this?” You ask, tears in your eyes.

“Because I’m BORED-UH!” He replies, emphasising the ‘D’ at the end like an impatient child. 

“Because you’re bored?” You ask in disbelief, feeling rage build up inside you “you’re killing people, innocent good people who don’t deserve any of this because you’re bored? You’re insane!” You shake your head. 

“Thank you” he smiles and does a little bow from where he’s sat and you roll your eyes. 

“so tell me, what happened with you and the Doc huh? Why’d he leave you behind?” The Master asks and you pull your knees up in your chest, hugging your arms around your legs.

“its complicated” you say, really not wanting to get into this conversation with him. 

“so you keep saying, tell me anyway”

“why do you care?” You look at him getting fed up. 

“I don't really, just being nosey” he says dismissively putting his arms behind his head and leaning back against the tree.

Thinking the conversation is over you decide to also lean your head back against the tree so you can look up and the leaves and sky above you. 

“did he run over your cat?”

You look at him in confusion.

“what? No he-“

“did he kiss your mom?

“no-“

“did he break your phone?”

“you just did!” You point to your broken phone lying on the floor a few feet in front of you.

“ah yeah, oops” he shrugs “did he-“

“he told me he loved me!” you interrupt, fed up of all the questions. The Master looks disappointed, and then confused.

“I don't get it. Why’s that a bad thing? what, you don't love him back?”

“no I do.. I did.. I, its compli-“

“if you say it's complicated one more time I'm just gonna shoot you now” he glares at you and you bite your lip. For a moment you had forgotten you were talking to one of the most dangerously unpredictable beings in the universe. “if he loves you, and you love him then what’s complicated?” 

“yeah well, you're not capable of love so you just, you wouldn’t understand” you sigh

The Master brings his hand to his chest and fakes hurt at your comment

“no need to be so mean, I'm sure lover boy will be here soon” 

You shake your head “he might not. I was horrible to him. He told me he loved me and I told him to leave me alone. And that was 6 months ago. He owes me nothing”

“thats not true y/n” you hear and turn to see the Doctor standing there. Your heart feels like it skips a beat as you let out a small sigh of relief. You go to stand up but the Master beats you to it, suddenly holding the gun and pointing it at you again

“you stay! Down!” you kneel down, wincing at the pain from where you cut them earlier “thats a good little pet” he lowers the gun but still has that crazed look in his eyes which fills you with fear. 

“are you okay?” The Doctor asks and you give him a small nod.

“well isn’t this sweet, the lovers reunited once more” he put his hands to his heart “I could almost cry.. shame I'm not capable of love eh y/n?” He drops the act glaring at you and you gulp. 

“leave her out of this Master, this is between you and me. And call off the Daleks too, this planet doesn’t deserve this”

“this planet, Doctor, deserve everything thats coming to it” he’s getting angrier by the second “now I gave you a choice. The earth, or the girl?” 

The Master points the gun back in your direction and you feel the panic rising, your heart pounding. You look to the Doctor and he gives you a reassuring glance. 

“you chose wrong” the Master pulls the trigger and time seems to slow down.

Through the ringing in your ears you just about hear the Doctor shout NO and you feel pain right in the middle of your chest. You clutch your hands to your chest and look down to see them covered in deep red. As you fall onto your side you look back up at the Doctor who goes to run at the Master but is stopped when points the gun at him. The Master says something you don't hear then turns and calmly walks away. The Doctor stands for a second watching him, thinking about following but looks down at you and runs over to put pressure on your wound. 

“no… you have to… go after him” you say breathlessly 

The Doctor shakes his head “i’m not leaving you-”

“you have to.. the Daleks-“

“we’ll stop them together y/n, look at me” he puts one hand on your face, thumb rubbing on your cheek trying to keep you awake “stay with me”

“i’m sorry” you cry

“you have nothing to apologise for” you can see tears forming in the Doctors eyes and you know this is the end

“I love you” and one last breath leaves your body as everything goes dark. 

The Doctor remains crouched on the floor cradling your body as finally the tears stream down his face. He takes a deep breath and his face changes from sorrow to determination. 

- - - - -   

Your eyes shoot open as you sit up straight taking frantic breaths. The Doctor runs over, crouching down next to you. He takes your hand in one of his and uses the other to hold the back of you neck, trying to focus your attention on him. 

“y/n, its okay. y/n, you’re safe. Look at me, you’re safe. Just breathe with me okay. in, out, in, out..”

You take deep breaths with him and slowly feel yourself start to calm down a bit. Thats when you realise you’re on the floor of the TARDIS control room. The Doctor presses his forehead against your own and you close your eyes still taking deep breathes. Once the Doctor is satisfied that you’re calm enough he moves his head away, takes off his jacket and puts it around your shoulders. You pull in tightly around you, finding it comforting. 

“how are you feeling?” The Doctor asks cautiously, watching you closely. 

You think for a moment before responding. The Doctor moves over to look at one of the screens on the central console. 

“confused. Ive been having really weird dreams lately, I don't know what’s real anymore.” You look up at the Doctor hoping for answers.

“What do you dream about?” He asks, still studying the screen. 

“You” you respond shyly, embarrassed of your answer. The Doctor looks surprised as he looks at you “travelling with you” you clarify. 

“And what happens in the dreams?”

“Well, we’re running. Always running” you laugh and he smiles “usually away from something terrifying. Then every time we’re almost safe, whatever it is that’s chasing us finally catches me. And then I wake up in my own bed-” you stop suddenly, realising something. The Doctor watches you. 

“Doctor, how did I get back here? Back in the TARDIS? I don’t remember...” you trail off. The Doctor crouches back down in front of you.

“y/n tell me about your last dream” you sit, staring at the floor shaking your head. Why can’t you remember coming back to the TARDIS

“Y/N look at me” he places a hand on your shoulder “tell me what you just dreamed”

“Um, I was, I was in the park and the Daleks were there. Shooting at people, killing.. and uh, I ran just like I always do. And then the Master was there, and he caught me. And he, uh...” you place your hand on your chest “he shot me”

You look up at the Doctor who just looks back at you, studying your every move and facial expression. “And then I woke up. You must think I’m mad” 

The Doctor moves his hand to hold the hand which is still covering your chest. You look down at his hand and watch as he gently squeezes it affectionally. 

“You’re not mad y/n. All of that... it really happened.” You look up at him. “The Master shot you” he pauses, finding the next part hard to say “and you died. I was there, I held you.” He takes a deep breath “I brought you back.”

“How?”

“I did something I’m really not allowed to do.” You look at him confused “I transferred some regeneration energy into you. I wasn’t even sure it would work but it did. You started breathing again, but you've been unconscious for 3 days.”

“3 days?!” 

“That’s why your memories a bit... fuzzy. But I can fix that, if you want me to. And I can stop those nightmare too.”

“Thank you!” You throw your arms around the Doctor and squeeze him tight. He smiles, he’d missed this. 

“Oh..” he pulls away but keeps hold of your arms “sorry, about you know, leaving you on the floor. I needed you close to the console so I could monitor your heart rate.”

“Look, you brought me back to life. You could have left me asleep in a bin and I still couldn’t be angry with you” You laugh and he looks relieved. “Wait, what about the Daleks?”

“Oh they’re gone, don’t worry about them. Now, how about I sort out those memories for you?” He asks and you nod. He goes to put his fingers on your temples, but you move your head back slightly stopping him. 

“BUT, there’s something I really need to do first?” You say, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. You pull away and smile shyly. 

“I should have done that 6 months ago” you say, he smiles. “Right, now I’m ready”

He puts his hand up to your face. 

“Remember, you can close any doors to me if there’s things to don’t want me to see” he says.

You look him in the eyes. 

“I trust you”

[maddiefriendlovesbilly]

Spencer x Ghost?

Spencer x Ghost

(AAAAA- it has been months since you sent this to me, and all i can say is im so sorry) Side note I have my friend @lethalbreadkills helping me with this one!

For reference: Maddie (maddiefriendlovesbilly) is green, Jimmy (lethalbreadkills) is red (((its 4:30 at the time i have joined this so im dead braincell wise sorry yall))) and Orange is stuff we decided together :3

Also this is so very chaotic im so sorry for this anon but this has been in my fuckin drafts for SO LONG and this is the only way its getting finished (its now 5 am uwu) im so sorry for all the shitposting i do its a mess. I shouldnt have been allowed here. (we finished at about 5:30 am its hell <3)

Sphost? Ghencer?? Sphoster??? I adore and despise them all equally.

We have decided that it should be BeanieGhost

Anyway I think this ship is really cute

They’re both so neurotic I can only imagine the chaos that would ensue

One of them starts a rant on some topic and the other joins the hell in

I’m an advocate of LETTING SPENCER INFO DUMP BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT OKAY

And Ghost would let this dream come true???

I would die for both of them and if Spencer told me I had to die I wouldn’t even complain, no questions I’d just be like “Aight.” I trust him that much.

(Not sure I trust Ghost’s judgment enough to do that unquestioningly; sorry Ghost)

Back on topic

I can’t imagine these guys on anything that comes close to society’s definition of a date

It’d be more like “hey you wanna come on this hunt with us?” “maybe, depends if there’ll be snacks” or like chilling in Spence’s room binging the entire star trek: original series in one sitting or “oops sorry about that level 11 entity that attached to my soul and is now wreaking havoc in your house, wanna make out later to make up for it?” “Fine but you also have to play three rounds of Call of Duty with me afterward”

They wouldn’t be romantic often but like highkey? I can see them throwing themselves into the line of fire for each other with a recklessness only they could survive

We can’t forget that Spencer is a more than 60,000-year-old overpowered demon/god/entity/thing, which, yes, could throw a slight wrench in this ship for multiple reasons, but I choose to make angst out of it instead.

Side note: Ghost is a chronic conspiracy theorist (and you can’t tell me otherwise) and every once in awhile Spencer will offhandedly say something like “Y’know I helped the Egyptians build the pyramids” and Ghost just goes fucking feral.

Look, I’m not saying Spencer IS touch-starved and most likely has issues creating and developing relationships and therefore avoids interpersonal connection, especially offline, but I AM saying he is prime material for it. (thats a lie thats exactly what shes saying don’t believe it) (I’m projecting okay dont judge me) (loser imagine projecting)

Imagine with me for a second: Why does Spencer willingly stay with a family who locks him in their basement with only minor complaining? He’s a near all-powerful entity just released into the world for Spence’s-sake - If he wanted to, there’s no telling what havoc he could wreak! So why doesn’t he? Why would someone so powerful, so terrifying, so dangerous that a group of people decided to seal him away forever stay with the first family he finds in sub-par conditions for years - especially someone who’s seen to be as high-maintenance as Spencer? Let me hit you with a theory: He’s chasing the feelings of validation, safety, and love - no matter how rarely it’s shown - that a family can provide. Being socially isolated for even a few years can do a number to a person’s psyche (I should know, I’m projecting onto this character right now), let alone thousands.

Now maybe Ghost can’t match thousands of years in isolation, but damn if he doesn’t have a few years of crippling loneliness on his record too.

I can see the two of them learning how to be vulnerable around others together, emotionally and physically; learning how to open up and how to talk through issues; and some third point, because points are better in threes.

(May I suggest that these losers are both trans but thats just me adding in my own projection lmao)

(You absolutely may)

Imagine the conversation thats just “so i have a murderer in my head thats an ass” “rip to u ig sounds like a you problem :///”

imo spence has trouble expressing emotions other than like,,, annoyance and haughtiness, its like sort of his go-to defence, so showing Ghost his emotions is a big step for him

I hear you, and i say yes good. (found this one headcanon that i kinda live by where he was uh, either autistic or adhd i dont remember but theres that too) OH yeah that would be at thing huh. Spencer: *is emotionally vulnerable @ ghost* ghost: oh shit im trusted??? Oh fuck uh.

Yeah so like…. Ghost and spence showing emotion at eachother is kind of :flushed: ghost be like: whats an emotion. Imagine having emotions fuciiing loser hhaha,,,, *laughs nervously*

Ghost is also very emotionally distant with most people so it would probably be like “what??? The fuck?? Emotions?????? You have those???”

Ghost and Spencer be like *gay*

So another idea is that maybe Spencer realizes Ghost doesnt play any games [like the uncultured SWINE he is] and decides he must [remedy] this and so he introduces him to like, nintendo first. (some bitches thought that said nintendo fortnite. Im bitches) and theyre playing like, mario kart or smash or smth and Ghost gets really [fuckin into it]

Ghost and spencer: *literally in eachothers laps playing fucking wii tennis*

Spooker: what are the- *TOAST FUCKING SLAPS A HAND ACROSS HIS MOUTH* shut up you dont wanna know what happens when its mentsonssbfdjfsd (sorry i had a stroke uwuwuwuw)

(Theyre in denial we don’t judge in this house)

They will not hesitate to play dirty either, they will straight up push each other over and vaguely flirt

Ghost is losing and straight up fucking goes “ur hot” and spencer actually dies and boom ghost is the winner. sparkle emoji Magic sparkle emoji

“I am Not a HomoSexual:™:” “Yeah, sure you aren’t” “Screw off”

Pet-names-ish: Asshole, Gaymer-Boy, casual insults, Mr. Spirit Bitch, Mistake, Loves Ghosts More Than His Boyfriend What A Fucking Loser aka Gay-ass

Pros:

They both open up a lot most likely. Gain someone to trust since they’ve sort of been through the same things (though on much different scales)

I can see soft hours of hanging in each other’s bedrooms

Spencer is a tsundere you cant tell me otherwise youre just a coward if you disagree

So is Ghost so this can only go well

Every time Ghost has to solve a case at the Acachallas Spence is just peaking out from his basement like “the fuck is this?? Hot Man??????”

Enemies to lovers 500k (Gets Hot and Steamy :flushed: NOT CLICKBAIT!!!!11!!!!! 18+!!!!!!! GAY LOVE StORY!!!!!!) Lemonz!!! Made from teh Sexiest of Wattpaders UWUWUWU YAOI Boys Love don’t like don’t read!! (this is so fucking stupid jkfnd) I hate this with a passion Q^Q. All my years of being a basic watpad fanboy have helped me to the moment i bring maddie to tears

The steam is just like,,,,, holding hands and being angy all the fuckin time the steam is literal because their anger translates into actual steam

Cons:

Their angst has nowhere to go and it just sits between them like two raccoons at a dumpster-style mexican standoff

They really start off hating each other huh. Like, I know this can still lead to healthy relationships but neither of them are very good at healthy relationships with people he hasn’t known for his Whole Life so that’s an Oh No.

They totally feed off of each other’s stupidity (but this could be seen as a pro too so take that as you will) as well as anger - im talking one-upping each other kinda shit

Its ridiculous honestly how intense it gets, like they straight up need intervention sometimes because they dont realize they can just STOP

Conclusions:

I think this would be a relationship that would that a lot of time and hard work to make work, but i think in the end it would be really super cute!! Like it would make no fuckin sense to anyone else but somehow they’d understand each other and help each other through their similar issues. Also theyre both big nerds in different ways and i think they’d have just ranting sessions back and forth over and over and it would be soft!!!!! So yeah, i think it would work, at least, i want it to :D

So. Maybe?? I feel like it could, but they’d need to work pretty hard to make it healthy and not constant fighting. Could be stupid amounts of cute and wholesome but also could be stupid amounts of oh no and pain, depending on how the two act. If they learned how to get along with each other and work past their differences it could be super cute and soft. Just a very, er, bumpy beginning. And middle. And end. (this makes me very nervous,,,,why did you mention an end) (wouldnt you like to know weather boy) (TvT) UFDUNS bumpy but soft . Agreeing with the loser gay, want this to work it’d be interesting :3

[diamondcamefromhell]

Falling stars

Jaskier x female!reader 

This was a wonderful request from @rosasteri :

Can I request an imagine with Jaskier? Um, people in tavern are angry with this bard and there is a fight (in tavern). Geralt isn't here, but Y/n is, so she saves Jaskier and in the end they confess to each other in love. Fluff.

Warnings: foul language [as usual now], fighting

Word count: 1.538

A/N: This was so much fun to write, so thank you Rosasteri for allowing me write this, I really hope you enjoy the result. This was a bit shorter, as I am not that experienced in writing fighting scenes, so i cut that bit short [hope that’s okay] 

Feedback is appreciated [can be left anonymously on my ask page] and requests are open [however it may take a few days before i get to it, as i am nearing my 4 work days again]

I hear men whisper amongst themselves, well, if you could call that a whisper. They don’t like the bard. I take my eyes off them, to Jaskier, who’s playing ‘Toss a coin to your Witcher’ for a third time tonight. Not many people seem to be too excited about it, as I lean back in my chair, glancing around the bar, as I hear more angry grunts in the tavern. Uh oh.

I still glance around, knowing full well Geralt isn’t here. I just hope he could appear, then the men would calm down. Now every note Jaskier hit, was like fuel to their fire. I need to do something before they eventually riot and take down the bard. If they broke his lute, yet again, he might lose his cool and, well, cry.

I stand up, going to the group who looks the angriest. I offer them a smile.

“Good evening, boys.” I say, promising myself I will make Jask pay for saving his ass. “Enjoying your night?”

“No, not really.” One of them grunts, throwing daggers at Jaskier. I step in front, so the bard is not in his eyesight.

“Jaskier will soon lose his fire, and you’ll be able to have a calm night.” I say, but they don’t seem too phased by my words. I hear a couple of boos from a different table. “Until then, ale is on me, how about that?”

“Not interested.” I keep my smile on, but slap my hand on a table. The men get startled a little, as some of their ale leaks from the cups.

“Then shut up and allow the bard do his job, how about this offer?” I show my teeth, winking at them, before I return to my table. Here goes me defusing the situation.

I know Jaskier doesn’t need me to baby sit him. But he can get really oblivious to everyone when he’s in his element, even when people are openly showing the dislike. It takes someone to throw something at him, before he snaps out of it. Needless to say, he was feeling his music now, and even as more and more people were raising their voices, he didn’t seem to care.

I admired that. While it was dangerous and frustrating for me and Geralt, I sometimes got jealous. Blocking out the world like that was a talent on itself. I sigh, as the group I just threated go back to being loud and annoying. I glare at them, but they ignore me. Too, oblivious to me approaching them again. I grip my cup tighter, plastering a smile yet again.

“I thought we had a deal.” I say in cold tone, as one of them scoffs.

“Move away, lady.” He says, clicking his tongue. “This is not a place for women. Or bards who can’t even play proper songs.”

“Oh really?” I smile as I hear Jaskier’s lute stop. My hand shakes ever so slightly, but I manage to pour what was left of my ale, all over his head.

When I was thinking about how we have to baby sit Jaskier, I forgot, that ultimately, Geralt has to watch us both. I don’t have anger issues, not usually, but I don’t like it when people offend Jaskier. I know he’s talented and I also know he still is growing and learning every day, to whoever discourages that, well.

They can have a shower of ale, I guess.

As fully expected, the man in question, jumps to his feet, as I move out of his hands reach right away. I don’t plan on getting slammed to the table or the ground tonight. I didn’t, however, expect that it would jeer the whole tavern on. I hear angry yells, turning to see as a group of men break into a fight. Someone is rushing towards Jaskier, knocking him to the ground.

There goes his lute, breaking in half as he shields himself with it.

“Well, fuck.” I murmur, fully aware it’s mostly my fault. I tighten my grip on the cup, rushing to them both.

I slam the cup to the guys head, as he grunts, rolling off Jaskier. I extend my arm, lifting up the bard. I don’t let go of his hand, as someone pushes me from behind, slamming us both to the wall. We are squeezed together, and I cant help but giggle, as Jaskier shoots a glare at me, his lips, however, also twisting in a smile.

As man behind us moves, I grip Jaskier’s hand tighter, pulling his after me, as we barely avoid getting hit with a chair. It shatters behind us, as I feel adrenaline rush over me. I try to safely guide us outside, but two fighting men block the doorway, so I freeze in my step, Jaskier slamming into my back.

“Sorry.” I hear him stutter behind me, but I ignore that.

The men are pretty much at each others throats, and I could bet in this tavern, some of them were after ours too. I had to think, fast. However when I needed it the most, my brain decided to freeze and forget how to function.

And politely asking them to move would exactly work too. I glance at Jaskier, letting go of his hand, grabbing the lute from the other. Well, half of his instrument. I turn on my feet again, basically blindly picking which guy I hit.

The lute shatters completely and I make a mental note to get a new one as soon as I can, as the man stumbles out of the way. The other one doesn’t mind us interfering, taking advantage of the situation, as they both hit the ground. Jaskier’s hand finds mine again, as I hear him giggle behind me. I grin.

I rush around them, forcing us out. I slam the door behind us, as we rush further away from the tavern. I see some people gather outside, as the noise probably woke them up. I slow down a little, and Jaskier is now in front, dragging me along.

I notice just how beautiful tonight is. The moon is full, the sky is clear. You can see the stars, little gems looking down to us as we continue rushing out of town, as angry yells disappear in the back. He stops, and this time I run into him.

Jask, however, seems to expect that, as his arms extend, and he hugs me. We both giggle in each other’s arms. As I listen to his restless heart.

“That was fun.” I hear a smile in his voice, chuckling.

“Sure,” I pull back, but his hands stay on my waist, resting there, like they don’t belong anywhere else. I don’t complain, “sorry about your lute.”

“I’ll get another one.” He winks at me, one of his hands going from my waist, to on top of my head, as he ruffles my hair. I slap it away, and he laughs. “You really saved my ass there.”

“Well I did also, kind of start the whole thing.” I point out, as his eyes seem to light up. “But you owe me one.”

“How can I repay this debt?” He teases, as I blush. His hand on my waist tenses up, as he pulls me ever so closer.

“I don’t know just yet.” I tease back, freeing myself from his grip, as my heart beats faster. I lean back against the tree, as he watches me closely. “Maybe don’t get into trouble next time.”

“But Y/N, I love being saved by you.” I grin, as he comes closer again.

“I don’t love having to buy you a new lute all the time.” I say, as we giggle again. I take his hand in mine again, playing with it, looking down. This feels right. So, so right.

“That’s a fair point.” His hand lands on my face, as he gently lifts it up. Our eyes meet and the whole world seems to disappear. “Y/N.”

“Jaskier.” We whisper each others names, it slides off so easily, fitting together like they were never meant to be separate. The breeze picks up, ruffling his hair as he squints slightly, not taking his eyes off me.

“I love you.” He says in one breath, leaning in, as his lips land on mine. I taste chocolate and wine, amongst other things. Happiness. This is what that tasted like, when he pulls back, I want to pull him back in. I resist.

“I love you too, you silly.” I say, leaning against his chest, giggling, as his hands wrap around my waist. He shakes, giggling too. “It only took for you to get your brains shaken up when you were slammed to the ground.”

“No, Y/N,” he laughs, as I lean back so I could see his face. He gifts me a smile. “All it took, was you.”

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I wonder how did I get so lucky. I smile, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting his smile too. When we split again, I look up to see a shooting star.

But I don’t need to make a wish, all I want is here, in front of me.

[makoto-naegi555]

Dragonronpa chapter 16

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28144008/chapters/78156926 

And so makoto and siramay where continuing to wait for escape to be at hand growing weary.

Makoto: how much longer

Siramay: wait and hope makoto wait and hope.

Before makoto could think too much he heard the strum of an instrument as he saw siramay playing

[SIRAMAY] Makoto's luck was really out His spirit and his fortune low Alone he sat, alone he thought Of happy times he used to know [HUSKS] Hey dreamer, don't be so upset Hey Makoto, you're not beaten yet [ALL] Go go go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Don't give up Makoto fight till you drop We’ve played the game and you come out on top.

Makoto: what does that mean?

Siramay: well think about it makoto, I come from the multiverse where anything’s possible yah? so if you think about it, it only makes sense there’s a universe where your story is a video game for all to play.

Makoto: really?

Siramay: yes! And you’re the protagonist in fact that’s how I saw you the first time from that screen you where great! Sure some chumps think you’re boring but there wrong!

Makoto: I’m probably not the best protagonist though.

Siramay: nonsense! we’ve all saw you strive and conquer in that game and while this universe will branch away from cannon we still believe in you makoto! We know you can rise and beat the mastermind when no one else could! So there’s only one thing left for you to do.

Then he started chanting

[SIRAMAY, ENSEMBLE] Go ma-ko-to Go ma-ko-to Go ma-ko-to! GO MA-KO-TO!!! Go, go, go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time Go, go, go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time GO MA-KO-TO

Then siramay got up and started dancing all over

Makoto: what are you doing?

Siramay: whats it look like? I’m dancing the despair away! come on makoto dance your despair away to!

[HUSK] GO MA-KO-TO

And with that makoto got up also wiggling around trying to dance the despair away

Siramay: yeah! You go makoto!

[HUSK] GO MA-KO-TO

And so makoto and siramay both joined together in a grand weird dance to fend of despair.

GO MA-KO-TO GO MA-KO-TO GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO! Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time Go, go, go, go, go, go, go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time

[SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [BOTH] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [ALL] Ahead of your/my

But then suddenly they heard a loud rumble as they all looked up to see something fall from the sky.

Makoto: what was that!?

Siramay: YOUR SALVATION! its kyoko! now breath in for this last line [ALL] TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMME!

After that makoto went to investigate the trash to find out its kyoko! She came to save him and even brought food how sweet… oh I guess that makes my food redundant eh he still needs breakfast a days past anyway, then makoto scarfed it down then they talked kyoko apologized for setting up makoto cause kyoko herself was set up, course makotos a sweety and forgave her as they talk about how the mastermind stole her memory.

Kyoko: That being said, there was a limit to what I could do by myself. Which is why I asked you to help me.

Makoto: But...why me?

Kyoko: Because among everyone, you were least likely to be the mastermind. That was just intuition, but...

Makoto: I-I see... Your intuition was right, though. There's no way an ordinary kid like me could've been the mastermind.

Siramay: now if only you where the mastermind so you could spite her.

Makoto: why!?

Siramay: I like spiting people.

So makoto continued to talk to kyoko and she finally remembered her talent the ultimate detective bum bum buuuuum and the headmasters her father, bum bum buuuuuu, so kyoko investigated a lot said the point of the trial was to kill her.

kyoko: The mastermind is adamant about following the rules, and with that rule in place, they couldn't step in. Since they couldn't kill me themselves, they tried to use the class trial to do it.

The mastermind couldn’t step in because of the rules? That makes it sound like...the mastermind themselves is somehow bound by the school regulations.

Siramay: id use the term “bound” loosely makoto they did try to kill you Afterall, there as bond to the rules as a story genie you know because genies are all like “I shall give you whatever you want” and so you are like “I wish I was hot” so they set you on fire because you said you wanted to be hot so technically they granted your wish but they are trying.

So they went on about how makoto could have died.

Kyoko: I can hear them, you know. The footsteps of the god of death.

Makoto: What...?

Kyoko: I can hear the god of death as he moves. That ability naturally draws me into cases, just like this.

Siramay starts tap dancing.

Kyoko: ???

Siramay: hahaha I should stop kidding around, let her continue to talk.

So basically she talks about the whole fiasco and the other ultimate despair, well the true ultimate despair but they don’t know that.

Kyoko: ...what happened a year ago--the biggest, most awful, most tragic event in human history.

Siramay: no no! its the biggest… most awful most tragic event! IN HUMAN HISTORY!!! jazz hands

Kyoko: They're the root of all the evil that has forced us to go through this. *That* is the Ultimate Despair. And that is our real enemy.

END CHAPTER

And then there where 6

Witch brings us to chapter 6!

he Ultimate Despair... A group of people who caused The Tragedy one year ago... Those same people put together this killing game and began broadcasting it around the world. The most desperately awful group of people ever... *That* is the mastermind's true identity. Our enemy has finally been revealed... But right now...

you gotta get out of the trash! and take a bath boy you smell.

so then they went to the door and began climbing A LADDER not me though because I can do this little thing called flying siramay said floating right next to makoto who was gradually climbing the ladder

CHAPTER 6

And so makoto and kyoko began talking about everything really as they talked about kyokos life story.

Siramay: talk about daddy issues, like man like wow.

Makoto: yeah…

Siramay: so, nearing the end aren’t you?

Makoto: that’s what you say.

Siramay: so I guess we should talk since it could be the last time we do personally talk.

Makoto: huh?

Siramay: yeah after you beat zetsu and get out of here I have to leave on my own path who knows when we could see eachother I think it be a few years.

Makoto: a few years!?

Siramay: yeah being a king of villains is a busy job even with being all powerful and immortal so much work, but that’s ok cause the work keeps me stimulated and fulfilled, and that’s like an important factor in life right?

Makoto: I guess, so what do you wanna talk about

Siramay: well that’s the thing I have so many things I want to say to you, but my memory is bad, so I kept on forgetting to tell you because we just got distracted by something else so uh just let me try to grab them …. So hope and despair ay?

Makoto: is it ok to say despair.

Siramay: we’re in the trash shoot he can’t hear us! …she cant hear us? They cant hear us? Hear us? eh but it’s beside the point you know I just think it’s weird.

Makoto: whats weird

Siramay: your worlds twisted definitions on hope and despair that’s what! like I mean look at your definition of hope its like, to keep moving forward and to face adversity head on right? … honestly, that’s noble and if everyone else liked that definition I guess I’d be ok with it but that’s what you think hope is right?

Makoto: right?

Siramay: so what do you think despair is? You think its bad stuff right? You think its all gross nasty evil like zetsu.

Makoto: well….

Siramay: WELL YOU’RE WRONG! All this bad stuff zetsu does aint despair its depravity though the depression is despair because let me tell you the truth of the matter is makoto hope means: a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. and despair means: the complete loss or absence of hope.

That is all nothing more nothing less, but your universe corrupted those ideals you ruined the balance of hope and despair I mean not you personally but your people! The people

Makoto: what? How? Why?

Siramay: well yes they may have those meanings of hope wanting something to happen and despair being no want, but they also have their other halves as most see hope as good and despair as bad but by their other names you’d see fear as bad and love as good, maybe but hope is fear and despair is love in a way.

Makoto: that makes no sense.

Siramay: yes it does makoto you just need to use your mind and think after all there are many articles about said subject and how hope and fear are just two emotions on the same face… metaphorically not literally after all the Greeks stated it themselves did they not?... did they not? But yes they are two faces of the same emotion it really just depends on the… the whats the term, influences I’d say it depends on what influences your mind whether the desire s that of hope or that of fear. Do you see what I get at?

Makoto: I guess but in a way love is desire but there’s no desire in despair so how they would work.

Siramay: well that’s where your wrong they fit quite well when you think about it after all when you are of true love you stop wanting because you have after all witch is no desire since you have what you desire and now just experience having it but that’s not what I’m talking about this whole topic came from a dream.

Makoto: a dream?

Siramay: yes I was gonna tell you the dream but with all the stuff happening it slipped my mind as so many things do but it was one of my many odd dreams where many things happen with no explanation, water parks, malls strangers who say there my friends and most importantly a testing facility using people as guinne pigs I recall sneaking in and being caught after in witch they sent me in a simulation though I can’t recall what happened in the situation but it was tragedy with a happy ending I recall cause I remember floating with someone I cared about on wood with hope we’d have a better life after the fiasco we just did, whatever it was, you see cause after that the head set was ripped of my head as I saw a mad scientist, both figuratively and literally hahaha he went off on me on a bunch of stuff I wasn’t paying attention to but he said something very important he said to me “you cant have an ending of hope and love those are conflicting ideal!” the rest of the dream went on but that line did make me think when I woke up you know? Hope and love conflicting ideals? How odd a statement cause Afterall if anything hope, and despair are the conflicting ideals unless what he was saying was love is despair? Or would It be despair is love? But thinking about it that actually made a lot of sense but I’m afraid I can’t go on about this tangent, but I will say one thing once you meet the mastermind you’ll understand exactly what I meant when I said love and despair are the same  you can’t have one without the other there like twins or lovers or twin lovers!

Makoto: no

Siramay: ok not the last one but lovers definitely

ah yes hope and despair, fear and love the two angels that balanced the universe before everything went wrong.

Makoto: what?

Siramay: well makoto you know that stuff about you being an angel? Well as I am an ALL-POWERFUL BEING WHO CAN BEND THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERES and make it a lovely sweater for you to wear I think I found some of your worlds history to back up that clam. you see once upon a time in the beginning of the universe the great creator had two beings, angels some say but I digress their names where nozumo and zetsu.

Makoto: but isn’t that-

Siramay: EXSACTLY I had a reason after all, and they helped create the universe and bring it to balance, and oh how they loved eachother… but zetsu felt unappreciated by the world so he fell to darkness and the balance of hope and despair where corrupted to what they are now as zetsu was banished for his crimes and never got to see nozumo again but they still loved eachother greatly its stated in prophecy that their souls are constantly being reborn till the day they can be reunited again, don’t you see makoto all that talk about you being a angel maybe its not just a comparison of your purity maybe you are the reincarnation of the great angel nozumo!

Makoto: what! No that has to be impossible.

Siramay: well I don’t think so I mean after all I’m a king of villains, but there’s a reason I care about you despite that tittle and its your purity, man heroes have a sense of upright self-righteousness, but they never really hold out and it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and a fire in my hands at their hypocrisy! They are filled with sin that I must punish! But you are different, I look at you and you are so genuinely pure you are truly one of the golden ones.

Makoto: golden ones?

Siramay: eh it’s a name I made up but despite your rarity I have met another man like you he was a handsome fellow he was with wonderful black hair his name was soot and his heart shared your purity, sure he is considerably different more rambunctious and lively but I could still feel that same purity in him, all loving, forgiving and willing to care for all even if others won’t, oh how I loved him… sadly it didn’t work out but he was so pure and his universe shared a level of pureness that despite my villainess I respected the lack of corruption in that world and would hate if others corrupted it so I vow to protect his universe for his sake and I feel that same need with you! Just looking into your eyes I have this sense of not wanting to be evil and if everyone was like you I probably wouldn’t, but sadly many people aren’t like you there are many cruel people and suffering people. And I must bring an end to that. But yes you are so pure, kind and compassionate I care about you greatly and I feel a great pain in my soul if something bad where to happen to you, you make me see how the world could be in spite of the way that it is! now makoto I just want to make one thing clear when I say I care about you. If someone ever hurts you or causes you to suffer… I will make sure that person regrets ever being brought into this universe because you don’t deserve to suffer, and I’d hate to see that.

This scared makoto a bit wondering what siramay would do to said person.

Makoto: p-please don’t cause anyone to suffer on my behalf.

Siramay: ah don’t worry buddy as long as they don’t hurt you I won’t hurt them, after all I find all that despair, depravity, suffering whatever to be quite… dull.

Makoto: you do? But aren’t you evil?

Siramay: makoto just cause I’m evil dosent mean I’m a jerk, personally I’m quite honorable with these things… I think, but yes I don’t enjoy the pain and suffering stuff its just delaying the inevitable really and it makes me uncomfortable especially the ones out of my control after all I am an almighty all-powerful being who’s traveled the multiverse so I’ve seen lots of suffering and I can safely say… siramay was trying to force a word out of himself and stayed silent for a bit.

ITS BORING!

Makoto: ah!

This startled makoto who almost fell but siramay summoned another hand to push him back.

Siramay: I MEAN ITS ALL THE SAME MAKOTO, YOU HURT SOMEONE THEY SUFFER THEY GET SAD OR MAD OR BOTH AND IF YOU CONTIUE THE PROCESS THEY WILL DIE ITS ALL THE SAME ITS ALL THE SAME! WHATS THE POINT OF WATCHING SOMEONE SUFFER LIKE THAT its exhausting I already know they will suffer so whats the point like I don’t care what she said about “despair being unpredictable” SHES A BIG FAT LIAR if you can’t get 2 from 1+1 and learn if you cause someone to suffer they will be sad then I think you might be lying about being ultimate smart cause that’s just really stupid if that’s what you enjoy! if anything I do find the hope more interesting sure I know everything will work out in the end, but peoples hopes to have different emotional flavors makoto! Just seeing someone at the lowest of low when all hope seems lost and your like “oh whats gonna happen how they gonna make it out” and you see that determined look in their eye like OOOOOOUUU see that’s the problem with today’s heroes there getting more depressed like look at how depressed and edgy they are if you’re that depressed please lose so the villain can at least get there happy ending I know they won’t waste that! Or worse! The hero starts out optimistic but then because of the story they get depressed I feel betrayed! What happened to the hero that believed the best could happen, you dirty liar you betray my heart?

But your special makoto! You look death in the eyes and still smile in the name of hope makoto can I tell you something about your future.

Makoto: …..what?

Siramay: you go through some sad things that’s a fact but, even though everything you face, even with all that’s happened and how much you’ve grown and changed by the end of everything you are still you you are still makoto naegi the hopeful boy that walked through the gates of hopes peak from the start and the fact you can still stay strong like that…it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Makoto: ….really?

Siramay: yes makoto so though I know you are a humble man don’t forget you’re a great guy.

….you know all this talk reminds me of zetsu… the mastermind zetsu not the fallen angel one.

Makoto: what about them?

Siramay: well like I said I believe their whole reason for loving despair to be a bold face lie especially with all they’ve done in their evil plan I mean look at all the bad stuff that’s happened and I knew would happen just shows despairs predictability! But uh that’s not what I mean you see you saw yourself zetsu left many openings and holes in their plan, and while I as a villain find it foolish I know why they do it they said themselves they want to see if you can win make it a fair battle since there super smart, they could have rigged it to be impossible, but they didn’t.

Makoto: wait so we only got this far because she let us?

Siramay: no! well kinda, but don’t disqualify yourself makoto you not dying was completely unpredicted, along with many other things you did but ask yourself makoto, why would they do that and limit themselves.

Makoto: because you said they wanted it to be fair.

Siramay: well yes but actually no cause the way I see it a rigged game is more despair than a fair one just to think it’s all for nothing, oh the tragedy. But they made it fair cause they wanna see if you can win now think about it what would they gain from you winning? nothing! Sure from what I know about them if you asked they’d spout some dumb stuff about “despair of losing” but… call me a fool but I think shes actually hoping you’ll beat her.

Makoto: what? But why would they want that?

Siramay: they feel despair from this to makoto, if you beat them they won’t have to make anyone suffer anymore. No one was able to beat them but maybe you can.

Makoto: but if they don’t want to do it they why don’t they just stop.

Siramay: do you ask an alcoholic why they don’t stop drinking? Or a smoker to stop smoking? or a drug addict why they don’t stop taking drugs?

Makoto: …

Siramay: exactly There is neither happiness nor misery in the world only the comparison of ones state with another nothing more Without hope despair wouldn’t exist because it's very being is measured by hope sure it's the absence but if it were to not exist at all then who's to say despair exists it's like knowing you’re not evil but if evil didn’t exist I can’t call yah good like hope to what I mean to say is Without night who's to say the light is bright?

Oh but look at the time where at the top welp time to make your grad reveal makoto! Oh and one more thing when you do face off against zetsu ask questions but don’t ask if you want an answer ask questions for what she will answer cause there’s no evidence she will say the truth or even anything that makes sense but if you just stop and think about it they actually do say a lot about her even if it’s not what you were asking.

And so makoto finally reached the surface world in the trash room and then kyoko tell makoto to reveal his presence to monokuma talking on how the mastermind is ensnared and so they planned to go to the gym.

Siramay: ok makoto you gotta be strong and intimidate the mastermind show they you know no fear you have seen the face of death and survived.

Makoto: how am I soused to show that.

Siramay: hmmmm……. OH I KNOOOWWW

And so siramay told makoto his plan as makoto went to the gym.

Makoto: whats up guys? I’m back.

Monokuma: what the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die!

Makoto: death is a social construct.

Siramay: OOOHH HE GOT YAH GOOD MONO! AHAHAHAH

And so monokuma and kyoko where debating makotos life and what it meant if he was killed again and accused monokuma of killing mukuro (the truth) and kyoko went on a bluff about hope and despair and peoples viewpoints witch I guess is a way to look at it I supposes as they were prepared for a final showdown and monokuma excepted of course but it was not just for the mystery of mukuros killer no it was also to find out all the mysteries of the school as we knew it!

Kyoko: When we've uncovered every last truth, how will the Ultimate Desberry reveal their own desrose...?

Makoto: do we really have to do that?

Siramay: I’m not giving monokuma the victory of me saying it one more time.

Monokuma: how dare you try and stifle my metaphorical robotic bear erection!

Makoto: I honestly can't believe how this has all turned out...

And then kyoko asked once more on the rules but while they beat around the bush I shall write in ink their statements if the mastermind is to get caught and in turn lose this trial, like every other failed blacked of the past trials they will die and just because they have status of being the big bad does not change their fate if they are to lose cause there a student to and other hidden things said but I won’t say those.

Monokuma: I'm done talking! I got nothin' left to say to you! So get lost, would ya!?

Makoto: Why so mad!?

Kyoko: He seems...emotionally unstable.

Siramay: NO KIDDING!?

And so makoto was free and they left so makoto thanked kyoko then they talked about how monokuma said this was displayed on the airwaves and how that proves he wants to prove something basically kyokos hypnotists on the mastermind but as its different from my own I will omit it and while this is a case of confirmation bias I as the king of villains do not care for this ethical dilemma and so they planned to meet the others, so they went to the dining hall and saw monokuma.

Monokuma: Skrgh@yaGfew, anji&\krakAW;! fzzlbRff#[]

Makoto: You again...

Monokuma: Hrskzzzz_dat.; EgspllER103.2.1.255

Makoto: Is he...broken?

Siramay: HAHAHAH their mad, you should see the look on their face! There all like

Siramay then pulls out a keyboard and starts smashing their face on it.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Hhhahahahahahahahah oh I love it!

Kyoko: I suppose his emotional instability reached its limit.

Siramay: oh sweet innocent naive kyoko, THERE STABILITY IS GONNA GET MUCH WORSE HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH quite the downward spiral.

Monokuma: aG^3. 4sum=(SEN|akt~____ 61!

Then monokuma left

Makoto: Jeez... What the heck?

Course all emotion began to rise with the reuniting of the survivor gang all glad to see makoto alive! though sadly they all backed away cause makoto was stinky from the trash.

Siramay: but you should shower makoto who wants to beat the mastermind all stinky like that.

So they all talked and reunited and then they went to important matters on how it was almost the final showdown to defeat the mastermind once and for all, so it was there job to search and find to discover the  secrets that lay barren or die trying though makoto was hopeful, but kyoko less so because they suspected one of them was the mastermind (though not true), but I digress then monokuma unlocked every room for the gang to investigate and then people started splitting up.

Siramay: don’t worry makoto you got me to help yah solve the mysteries of the school! And I got your back!

And so it was time for the final investigation bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu it’s the final investigation!

So makoto had to go explore the locked rooms to learn the new lore so first things first he went to the second floor of the dorm room which looked quite like death,

Siramay: mmmmmmm

Makoto: what?

Siramay: with how destroyed these rooms are and with the fact there are 16 students and only 15 rooms I can’t help but have the awful thought in my head that she and mukuro slept together nooooooooo.

Makoto: oh

 there were also lockers but at the moment makoto was unable to open them then we finally got to the headmasters room where kyoko was in there trying to open a secret passage, but she couldn’t unlock the password then they talk about little info about the ultimate despair.

makoto: do you know anything about the ultimate despair?

Siramay: besides the fact their tragic jerks and I feel their name should be instead the ultimate depravity? no at least not anything useful at the moment.

So makoto was thinking on what the password for the computer could be and brought up kyokos name though kyoko did not believe this possibility when makoto tried it, it worked which intensified kyokos daddy issues, so they went in the secret room and while there where other things that looked interesting we had to look at the present in the center of the room witch kyoko warned him about it and when makoto opened it he saw THE BONEY REMAINS OF KYOKOS FATHER

Siramay: talk about an awkward “meet the parents situation” this is probably the weirdest one I’ve seen… well actually… nah nah not now you’ll understand later.

Needless to say this was all crazy but then he saw the tragic photo which made kyoko emotional.

Kyoko: *is angsty in daddy issues*

Siramay: you know zetsu had daddy issues too.

Makoto: really?

Siramay: yeah every person they ever called daddy died by their hands.

Makoto: I don’t like the way you worded that.

Siramay: I don’t like the way I worded that either.

So makoto continued to look for other things he even found an emergency handbook that could open everything. Then kyoko asked nicely if makoto could leave so she could be alone

So makoto left and kyoko was alone ;) to ponder her feelings for her dad.

[KYOKO] You were a sub-standard dad. But the only one I had I grew up hearing. Your evil scheming down the hall But when I look at this thing It makes me wanna sing. Maybe You're not so bad a dad, after all. At my first ever swim meet You stepped on the other teams' feet. At my recital You clapped louder than you should.

But this piece of plastic in my hand Makes me finally understand. Maybe you're not so bad a dad. Not so bad a dad after all

[plainvanillapotato]

the 100 diaries S2 E14

quarantine diaries: june 14 2020

season 2 episode 14: “Bodyguard of Lies”

dude got jokes. but they are not funny. oh that guy went boom

but i wasnt that surprised. this is nothing new in the show. after the biological warfare and the human trafficking nothing has really been that crazy or surprising

“those kids are dangerous.” ummm are they listening to themselves if anyones dangerous its these people

lexa is jealous about bellamy?? i mean she should be cuz bellamy be fine as hell

wow thats cold lexa. but you know what im looking at you right now and telling you “go die” cuz i really dont care for you rn.

those longing glances between lexa to clarke... ship?

was clarke born for this tho? she really isnt that great of a leader

the hat fall down. ahh so poetic. goodbye sean malto. may we meet again

bellamy took down that guy so easy. i also like that bellamy didnt kill the guy tho. what a stand up guy bellamy is.

wick got rid of the stash!!!! he cleaned up for raven didnt he? he reminds me of flynn rider

that hand touch. this is such a ship. way better than finn and raven. also that was the most ship look yet

“lets get our stoichometry on”.. finn who??

how are you alive octavia??? also never pegged octavia to be much of a thinker. so idk why she be think about clarke and how shes alive.

octavias hairstyle really looks like a mullet. ngl kinda reminds me of tiger king

clarke would fit in so well in the council. ooo and clarke really asked octavia to be lowkey. 

idk about that octavia. shes kinda an idiot like she really jumped into that river day one not even worried that the water might be poisonous or if there would be a creature to eat her

ooo lexa wants to kill octavia. i would be so for that if it werent for bellamy

that grounder with that nose contour

i thought i was a one night thing/fling. apparently not... vincent and bellamy a ship??

bellamy has been moving and working. has he even slept?? like bitch i could never.

how did clarke creep on him?? like this grounder must be the worst assassin if clarke creeped on him 

“sand it blows” thank you murphy for your wisdom

jaha is such a hippie rn. but i guess if you survive a on a missile you can survive anything

idk about that clarke bc i 100 believe that octavia would choose lincoln over bellamy. like she does not listen to bellamy whatsoever but lincoln. it seems like she’ll do anything for him despite the fact that hes like 40 and shes 16.

woah clarked really backed lexa up against that table. and lexa said not you. clarke is confused. clarke you idiot she likes you 

 lexa had to do a breather. ooo and so did clarke. definitely a ship.

yeah you do need a shower murphy you look crusty af

watch the city of lights be a gay night club and thats why everyone is welcome

“i have great follow through” wicks flirting game is strong

i love how we have this fluff then cut to bellamy going full die hard and doing the heavy lifting

“hows my boy monty doing.” wick KNOWS. wick just when up on my list. 

that is pretty trusting to believe that just because of a sign that the mine field is done. like it could just have been a lie

but that looks like a city for me. whats wrong?? im so confused. 

wick and raven trying to help bellamy is so much like young people helping an old person with technology

woah if youre going to go for the kiss GO FOR THE KISS. 

wow this progressed fast. did not expect a kiss between them so soon. she said not yet...leading lexa on smh.

back to back kisses ok. you go raven.

wait waht??? wicks first name is kyle?? wick is a kyle?! oh my gosh did not expect this at all.

aww bellamy. all that work but i guess that would have been too easy 

bellamy with those two guns!! nice!

bellamy is smarter than i thought. damn ok. who knew??

that could have been the opportunity for the zuko scar but they didnt take it. fine ok.

but also all that fire but his hair is fine? whatever i guess i love bellamys hair too much to care about logic

raven you need to focus. bellamy cant do this all by himself.

wick said im not here to play games. ok wick. ill try to forget that youre first name is kyle

you are not indestructible octavia. also that was a weird war cry octavia

i still really dont like octavia. maybe its just because i really dont by her as a grounder.

oh. theyre solar panels but from afar it really looked like a city. 

thats amazon prime my boy.

wow jaha really dropped his staff. that was a good question murphy because jaha really be crazy rn.

[ikemenshakespeare]

Harr X MC | “Spring Fever”

Warning: NSFW.

Authors Note: I’ve been inspired to write something like this since “A Charming Change” event released a while ago. They missed a few of our favorite guys, So I asked around and most people said they were curious to see our boy Harr with a different type of personality then his regular shy withdrawn self. Although the storyline is not the same (like at all.) I had fun putting in my own creative twist on the idea of opposite personalities! As always enjoy, reblog, and comment because I love to see feedback from you guys. Thank you to all who read! 💕

Harr darted onto a quiet ally still hand in hand with me. He let out a small sigh of relief but I stared him down with a frown. “What’s wrong?” We were casually strolling through central quarter and next thing I knew he was frantically trying to find some place to hide.

“There’s just so many people, I’m not used to openly walking around like this.” I looked behind me to exam the scene, trying to understand the feeling Harr was having. With close examination all I could see were the many people laughing and enjoying each others company.

“Everyone seems to be having a wonderful time. After all, the weather is beauitful. I find going out like this really fun, I think you just have to give it some time and you’ll grow to love it too.” The sounds of spring played peacefully. The birds were chirping and the wind whistled a soft happy tune as it breezed by. Looking into his eyes I could still see the conflict, but he responded confidently.

“I guess you’re right, let’s continue.” He stiffly led me back into the busy street and we began walking once more. I thought back on all that’s happened in the past couple months. Harr had his reputation as ‘The Wanted Wizard’ upheld after he helped both armies defeat the currupt magic tower. He was so used to living in his own isolation that he forgot what it’s like to be around lively groups of people, to be excepted in a town which he came from. I glanced around hoping to find something that would take his mind off the nerves. I suddenly stopped short, in awe of what I saw. A little Kiosk stood on the corner of the road. The entire thing was covered in a number of different flowers, Some I’d seen before and some I had not. Harr spoke up, “what is it MC?”

“Look over there, have you ever seen this little shop before?” He looked over and shook his head, a shy no. “Do you mind if we take a look? Maybe they sell flower arrangements, I’ve been meaning to get something new to spiff up my bedroom.” He smiled sweetly and squeezed my hand.

“Sounds like a plan.” As we walked closer I saw a woman a bit older then us organizing bottles. I spoke up to get her attention.

“Hello, Miss?”

“Oh hi! Are you be interested in purchasing one of our perfumes?” Perfumes?

“Oh no, I’m sorry. I was admiring your kiosk and thought you might be a flourist. My mistake.” The woman’s smile never faltered.

“Well that’s quite alright, You can still sample and see if you’re interested?” She pulled up one of the bottles she’d been organizing earlier. The pattern was an array of 5 different colors so bright I thought it may be glowing.

“I really don’t have much money, so I don’t know if I’d be able to purchase something as fancy as that.” Harr looked down at me then spoke to the shopkeeper.

“Can we take a look at it?” Her smile gleamed.

“See! This young man understands quite well what a woman wants. If your hesistant to try for yourself, maybe your boyfriends opinion could help make up your mind?” She handed the bottle over for Harr to inspect then continued on. “Our scent is made up of several of cradles most beauitful flowers, that’s why I’ve decorated my kiosk this way. Every bottle is unique due to its combination of colors which upon movement of the bottle reveal many different variations.” As if testing her theory Harr tilted the bottle, and surely the rainbow pattern changed.

“It’s beauitful...” I stepped forward to take a closer look for myself now. The woman stared on expectantly.

“Aren’t you going to try it sir?” To my surprise Harr wore a skeptical look on his face. I spoke up not wanting him to get uncomfortable.

“The scent is for woman right? If you don’t wanna smell feminine I could-”

“It’s fine.” One quick spray and the area around us smelt of the most wonderful flower field. Surprising since he’d sprayed it directly on himself.

“It smells amazing!”

“It really does! People say while wearing it they find themselves feeling more active or excited. Some have even said they’ve felt amorous.” The way she spoke those last words left a sour feeling inside me. It was almost as if her whole demeanor had changed. Using my better judgement I gave my final decline to her offer.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ll be buying anything from you today. Thank you for all your kindness!” With that I turned around and walked away as quickly as possible, dragging Harr not far behind me. I know I saw a park a couple blocks back, maybe we could head over there to sit down and relax. The entire way Harr remained unusually silent, even for him. When we were just far enough into the park I stopped to ask him, “That women was a bit strange, wasn’t she? I’m glad we got out of there when we did.” No response, I turned around. “Harr, are you feeling alright?” Before I could make eye contact, I felt myself being pushed to the ground. “HARR?!-” my shout was muffled by his left hand against my mouth. I was in such shock I didn’t even notice he’d pinned my hands above my head.

“SHH.” He hissed. I tried mumbling some confused questions his way but they remained unheard. He gazed at me with eyes I’d never seen before. He looked lustful, maybe closer to hungry. We locked eyes for a moment before he slowly tilted my face, leaving one side of my neck exposed. I felt his tongue move leisurely down my neck. My body tighten as I breathed out a small moan. Harr gave me a deep chuckle in response, something I would never expect from him. My eyes widened in shock. “I never realized how cute you could be Alice, I should’ve taken control sooner.” Alice? He hasn’t called me that since we’d first met... Desperately I ripped my hands from his grip and used them to pry his fingers from my lips. Leaving his hand halfway between my jaw and throat.

“What is going on with you?? You can’t do this here, someone could see us.” I urged, I felt like my entire face was on fire. Yet somehow, his hands were warmer. Gentle as they were against my skin, his eyes were relentless.

“Alice, are you trying to tell me you don’t like it?” My brain practically flat lined at his words, All rational thought leaving my mind. Truthfully I had lost count of how many times I’d fantasized about Harr. Imagining all the possible things he could do to me. Even a moment like this was something I could only daydream about, but the possibility of it ever actually happening... Harr could never- Another unarming laugh fell from his lips, in the best way. “It’s written all over your face, you don’t really want me to stop, do you?” I’d been caught red handed, lying would do nothing for me now. I shook my head, turning a brighter shade of pink then should’ve been possible. A grin like moonlight spread across his face. Then he brought his lips unbearably close to my ear and nipped. A gruff whisper came to follow, “Alice, I promise to take care of you... so long as you behave like a good girl.” My heart hammered in my chest as he started undoing the buttons on my blouse, slipping his hands to cup my breasts. The sun was starting to set, and many of the towns people were more then likely on their way home. I could go against my better judgement and go through with this. Get away with our dirty little act and have some fun, but something inside me screamed it’s not right. This has to do with the woman at the perfume shop? I just know it! If he goes on like this he’ll regret it. I took my hands and placed them on either side of his cheeks, I struggled to speak through the undeniable moans of pleasure I felt.

“Ha-Harr, this isn’t like you. You don’t have to do this.” He paused abruptly and his one eye winced shut before flashing back open again.

“What are we...” Like he was having some sort of epiphany, he jumped back in surprise. “Eh-!” He fell back on his behind, using him arms as support. He was turning a shade of red that rivaled the color of my own cheeks, I’m sure. “The-the perfume. That’s the last thing I remember before I-” he looked me over hesitantly, a disheveled mess.

“She tricked us, it’s not your fault. As soon as I can I’ll be sure to notify the red and black army about what happened here!” I angrily began adjusting myself back to normal, buttoning my shirt and giving my hair a quick run though with my fingers. Harr gave me a weary look.

“No MC, it was my fault we’re in this position. I had a feeling that woman was up to something, but as soon as you volunteered to try out the perfume yourself I panicked and reacted without thinking. I’m sorry.” He looked away from me, ashamed. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight as I could.

“This wasn’t your fault, that lady played a nasty trick on the both of us. We can figure out what to do about her later, but for now we should head home. It’s starting to get dark.” The look of astonishment on his face was undeniably cute, but then he did something that surprised me for the upteenth time today. A soft kiss pecked my lips, so quick I could have been mistaken that he’d even done it at all. “What was that for?”

“You’re amazing, you know?” I grinned bashfully.

“Listen, My heart cant take much more of your antics. Are you sure all the effects have worn off?”

“Yes. But if you don’t mind I would like to say one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I love you.” He rendered me speechless. As he stood up he helped me to my feet aswell, brushing the grass off my skirt like the true gentleman he was. We spent our entire walk home in content silence. Our hands never apart from one another.

[ace-in-a-shopping-cart]

Buaxfell

Summary:  A girl finds herself in a strange forest surrounded by strangers with magic powers and no memories. They go on a quest to find her memories and figure out where she belongs. (AKA, an original work I wrote forever ago that I want validation for.)

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NOTE: This might be a dip in quality from what you’re used to, I wrote it when I was about 12-13.

Day 1

When I woke up, I was in a forest. There were trees all around and I seemed to be lying on a cloak of some sort.

"Good, she's awake." Someone said.

I looked up to find probably seven of the most handsome men I have ever encountered. They were all dressed similarly: brown pants that looked funky and white, button down shirts. Their cloaks were all different colors as well: red, green, blue, brown, pale blue, yellow, and gray. Their hair matched their cloaks but in different shades.

The one with the brown cloak knelt next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright now, miss?" I identified his voice as the one who told the others I was awake.

"I'm fine, but may I ask who you are?"

They all introduced themselves one by one but tagged something weird on the end.

"Kenna, fire." The red cloak said.

"Beryl, earth." This came from the green one.

"Ackerley, healing." The nice brown one.

"Caol, water." The dark blue.

"Akiro, light." The yellow one.

"Draven, shadow." The grey one.

"Vale, ice." This was reluctantly given by the light blue.

Ackerley took back over as he started to examine my arms. "Are you sure you're fine? You took a nasty tumble there."

"I can't remember anything after going to sleep last night and have no idea where I am. Other than that, my head hurts slightly."

His hands moved to gently run over my scalp, looking for a bump. "What are you doing?" I asked him.

"As I said earlier, I'm a healer. I can relieve the headache if you tell me where it is."

I was still very confused but went along with it. "It kinda starts from behind my ears and goes up to encase the front of my head."

He nodded as his long fingers reached behind my ears. Almost as soon as he started pressing, the pain went away. "How's that?" He asked before standing up and helping me to my feet.

"Much better, thank you." I looked down at the cloak that I was lying on and found that it was light blue, the same as the one who said his name was Vale.

"Nice!" He said when he saw my cloak. "Another ice!"

I looked at him in confusion. "I'm sorry, I don't seem to know anything about this, could someone please explain."

The one with the red cloak, Kenna, stepped forward. "We," he gestured to himself and the six men around him and included me as well, "are wizards."

"I kind of got that. What I want to know is what a wizard is."

He nodded. "Well, a wizard would seem to be self explanatory, but I guess the nasty bump must have knocked all that out of your head. So, there are many different types of wizards. It is not specifically stated that different power marriage is forbidden, but it is strongly discouraged. It hasn't truly been tested but there are some that are not even thought of for obvious reasons. If, for example, a fire and water or ice wizard had a child, the child would either take on one power or would have potential for both.

"Sometimes, the child is able to choose which power they want, but those are times when both powers are the dominant ones. The child could be completely conflicted. Just the same, there are powers that could coexist peacefully such as earth and healing or water and ice. These powers are able to be used in harmony. On the side of that, the marriage could fall apart. The fire could be too hot headed while the ice could be too cold and shut off. A light wizard could be very bubbly and outgoing while a shadow is asocial and closed off. Does this help?"

I stared at him. "No." All that did was give me more questions to deal with, not that I was going to mention this to them.

Vale patted the older boy on the shoulder. "Let me try." Kenna nodded before moving back to rejoin the others.

"He explained more of the mixs, but what I think you're looking for is what a wizard is and how their powers work. Am I correct?"

I nodded, allowing him to continue. "When a wizard is born, it takes them about a year before their powers start to show. A mix may take a bit longer on account of the powers fighting for dominance. As the power becomes evident, small parts of the wizard's personality will appear as well. An earth will enjoy playing outside, a healing won't bruise easily since they will heal quickly, a water and ice will enjoy taking a bath. The way to tell a water from an ice is that the ice will prefer the colder water while the other will prefer warmer water. A light will always want a light on while a shadow will be very sensitive to light. A fire is the hardest to control while in the beginning stages. They will be cranky, like to stay in the kitchen or near the stove when the mother is cooking. As a result, most fires end up as bakers.

"The way a wizard works their powers is harder to tell than it is to demonstrate. Would you mind if we give you a show?"

I shook my head, signalling for them to go ahead. He at least explained how to identify a wizard if they don't have their cloak. Although, I wondered if the hair color had anything to do with the power or if they had just dyed it. Pulling a lock of my hair over my shoulder, I found that it was indeed a light blue, almost white. Looking at Vale's versus mine, his was darker with a few light highlights. I lowered myself back down onto what I guessed was my cloak while the seven men still set up.

They started first with the one introduced as Beryl, the earth wizard, walking into the middle of the clearing. The others were on one side while I was on the other. He knelt down and closed his eyes as he placed both his hands flat on the ground. After a few seconds, he raised them. The ground came with him, creating a small hill with a flat top. He walked off, leaving that there while Kenna, the fire wizard, walked up and pointed his finger at the mound. A large flame appeared on the top but didn't scorch the grass underneath. The one with the dark blue hair, Caol, came up next to him and put it out. He knelt on the ground just as Beryl had done, but when his hands came away, a large water bubble came with it. He directed it at the flame, allowing Kenna to walk back to the rest. Caol pulled more water from the ground and started playing with it, twisting it into intricate shapes. Vale came up next to him and froze the water. I watched in awe as the ice crystals quickly wrapped themselves around the water, freezing it solid yet still keeping it up in the air.

Kenna came back and melted the ice, allowing it to fall to the ground and get soaked up. All three men walked away, allowing three more to take their places. Akiro, the light wizard, held his hand in the sky as a ball of light began to grow in his palm. He allowed it to grow until it was the same size as his hand before Draven, the shadow wizard, grabbed his wrist. The ball of light seemed to sputter and shrink. Akiro grimaced as his face seemed to drain of color. The light almost looked as if it was being physically attacked, it squirmed and twisted as Akiro eventually fell to his knees. Draven immediately released him as Ackerley took over, putting his hand in Akiro's still outstretched one. Soon the color came back and he was able to stand back up with Ackerley's help.

I stood up, grabbing my cloak and throwing it on as I came towards them. It seemed to be muscle memory to clasp the cloak onto the ochre colored tunic that was over my brown tights. "That was amazing guys but what happened towards the end?"

Draven rubbed the back of his neck. "I've been working with my shadow powers since I was able to understand them, but I'm an orphan. I had no one to teach me how to use them so it's a bit unstable compared to the others. Also, since Akiro's and my powers are conflicting, we aren't the best when working together."

I nodded before turning to Akiro. "Are you alright?" I placed a worried hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, I'm alright, but could you remove your hand? It's cold."

"Sorry." I said as I took it off.

He gave me a bright, box smile. "It's fine. Ices seem to radiate a cold atmosphere and have a lower body temperature than others. It's another way to tell wizards apart. Fires have a high body temperature even in the winter, earths have a steady temperature, waters seem damp or the atmosphere will feel humid around them, lights glow in the dark slightly while shadows are able to see in the dark. Healings seem to be the same as earths but have more of a mothering instinct."

I tilted my head a little as I processed this new information. "So, fire wizards or fires, as Akiro called them, and ices are more likely to shed their cloaks, waters are going to be the one staring at the fountain in the center of town, earths are going to be interested in pottery or gardening, shadows are going to look like vampires while lights are going to have a very hyper personality? What I'm getting out of this is the healings are the normal ones but also good listeners."

They all smiled at me, minus Kenna who just stood there. "That's right. Are you remembering things now, miss...?" Draven stumbled over not knowing my name. As our conversation continued, they somehow managed to herd me down the road.

"Sorry, I was just repeating what I had gotten out of the things you guys are telling me. As to my name, I don't know."

Beryl started jumping around. "Oh, oh, oh, oh! Can we name her! Please?" He did puppy eyes and clasped his hands directly below his puffed out lower lip. His head swiveled between Draven, who seemed to be the leader and Ackerley, seemingly the eldest. "Pretty pleeeeeaaaaase?"

Ackerley looked at me. "Would that be alright if we give you at least a nickname? Something to call you besides just 'the girl'."

I nodded. "That's fine by me."

Each of the boys began spitting out names, only to be shot down by Ackerley and Vale.

"Keara."

"That's a shadow name, Draven. No."

"Serafina. She could be Sere for short."

"Kenna, that's a fire name, not an ice. Denied."

"Afra!"

"One, we're looking for ice names and that's an earth  name. Two, calm down, please, Beryl."

"Jora is a nice name. 'Autumn rain'."

Ackerley looked at Vale. The younger male got the message and hit the back of Caol's head. "That's close, but you need to freeze that." He said.

"Asia! Please, pick Asia!" Akiro hopped around, causing me to laugh.

Vale, however, was not amused. "No."

"Anahita."

"Caol." Draven looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"You got no jams. Be quiet." Caol pouted but obliged.

"Kalama."

"No, Kenna, try again."

"Nara. That's an ice name." Caol looked at the eldest with hope in his eyes.

Ackerley, in turn, looked at me. "What do you think? Do you seem like a Nara?"

I gently shook my head. "Sorry, but no."

"Come on guys, let’s keep trying."

"Why don't you try one Vale." Akiro sassed at him.

"I will. Once you guys are out of options."

"Levina."

"That's another light,Akiro."

"Koral."

“Denied!” The rest called.

I walked over to pat his shoulder. "Good try, but it doesn't fit me much." I said in an attempt to cheer him.

Ackerley snapped his fingers. "Eleanor!"

I shook my head again. "It just doesn't seem to fit. Sorry."

Kenna looked at me. "People can sense if a name is theirs. Don't apologize because it's not your name. Simply accept it and move on."

I smiled. "Thanks."

"Ainsley."

"Try again, Akiro."

"Ryo."

"Kenna, isn't that your sister's name?"

"I thought it sounded familiar. Oh, well."

"Levana, I'm quite sure it's an ice name."

"It's a nice name, but no."

"Kaia?"

"Nope, sorry, Beryl."

"Neci. That's a cool name."

"That's a fire name. There's nothing cool about it."

"Kimana, meaning butterfly. If you shoot this down, it becomes her nickname. Deal with it." Beryl put one hand on his hip as the other pointed a finger between the eldest and youngest.

The two boys looked at each other before focusing their gazes back on Beryl. "Nickname, yes." Ackerley said.

"Real name, no." Vale finished.

"Blake."

"Draven, that seems like a boy's name. No."

"Alright, Leila. 'Dark beauty'."

"Once again, we're looking for ice names. Stop giving us shadows ."

"Akiko."

"N to the O, Akiro."

"Fiona."

"She doesn't look it."

"Elvira!"

"Icess!"

Vale looked up from the road when Beryl and Kenna called the names out at once. "What about, Miyuki?" He said.

Ackerley looked at me. "All three are good names. Which one?"

I pondered it for a few minutes, watching my feet as we traveled on the dirt road. "What do they mean?"

Ackerley looked at me with a gaze that held a tint of pride in it, almost as if he was proud of me. "'Elvira' means 'white', Icess is a good ice name, and 'Miyuki' means 'snow'. Does that help at all?"

I looked at Vale. "I quite like Elvira. Although, I don't know how to actually use my powers. Could you teach me? Or at least give me a quick refresher course?"

He nodded. "Sure, Elvira." I smiled at my new name, Elvira, as well as my nickname, Kimana. It just felt right when they called me those.

Our whole group pulled off to the side of the road, the six others quickly forming a circle around us. Vale unclasped his cloak, allowing it to slide down his lean frame and unhinder his movements. Gesturing for me to do the same, he stepped to the center of the circle. I followed and mimicked his stance.

"Lesson one," he said, "you must let the cold embrace you. This is why we moved to the shade of the forest, also there is more dew here. Lesson two, you must have water near you, it helps. Hence, the dew."

I nodded. "That kind of seems obvious." I replied.

He chuckled. "You would be surprised. Moving on to lesson three, kneel down and put your hand flat to the ground, just as you saw Beryl and Caol doing."

I followed his instructions. "You need to reach down with your mind and try to find the water. Since your purpose is to freeze it once it comes up, the water may not want to come. Once you find it, call it to you. You must pull hard."

I looked at him. He had knelt next to me on one knee versus my both knees. "How do I do that?"

"Look inside yourself. Feel the inner wizard in the back of your mind. She is telling you what to do."

"Wait. Inner wizard? Like an inner wolf on a werewolf?"

"No. More like, the wizard instincts that you are born with. You will unconsciously know what to do. Try it."

I closed my eyes, blocking out all distractions that come with having seven gorgeous men in front of you. Searching my brain, I attempted to locate the 'inner wizard' he had been talking about. Sure enough, the knowledge was there. I used it to do as he had said, search for water. Ironically, there was a huge cluster right under Caol. I tried to get a bit of it, but heard the boys laughing. Opening my eyes, I made a very big mistake.

I had drawn more water than I should have and it ended up coming as a fountain and lifting the water wizard into the air. "I'm so sorry!" I said as I tried to pull the water towards me. Again, it was too hard and took Caol with it.

Luckily, he was able to take control of it and stop it. Vale created an ice slide out of it, allowing the boy to get down. Vale came towards me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Don't feel too bad. It's hard for the first timer."

Kenna snorted. "Says the one who was able to make an ice sculpture on his first try. You know, a skill only someone who had trained and honed their power for at least fifteen years could accomplish."

"When did he do this?" I asked as I stood up and retrieved my cloak.

"When he was ten or eleven." Beryl replied.

"Wahh." I exclaimed, trying to clasp my cloak. My fingers kept fumbling with the latch and I couldn't do it properly.

Just as I was about to give up, Vale came and clasped it for me. "You need to give your fingers a bit of time after using your powers. For an ice, they will feel frozen. You also need to put this back on as soon as you can. Ices cloaks are specially designed to insulate them and keep them at a temperature that they won't freeze but will still be able to work their magic. The cloak is a critical part of any wizards trade."

"Noted." I said as he stepped away. We all continued on our path. "Where are we heading?" I asked.

"We," Akiro said mysteriously, "are going to the city of Tueneraza."

"What the heck is that?" I asked, completely confused.

"It's the capital city." Draven answered.

"So, are there any other types of wizards besides the seven presented here? Also, are there any normal people who are not wizards?" I gestured to the seven boys with me.

"Yes, there are a few more." Beryl responded. "There are the animals and the winds, close cousins of mine. There are also the metals, but they are rare. As for the second, no, everyone has powers."

"Then why are they called wizards and not simply by their powers?"

"If you notice, we had introduced ourselves only by our powers. We call us wizards to distinguish between the element and the person. For example, if you asked me 'could you get me water?' and I brought over Caol instead of an actual glass of water."

"Interesting. Are there any special ones that resulted from mixes?"

"Like what?" Draven asked.

"Like, clouds. Would there be wizards with that power? If so, would they come from a mix of water and light? Are there any wizards besides the animals that can talk to the creatures?"

"Interesting questions." Kenna took over. "To answer them, not that we know of. However, there are still places that we have no idea what lives there."

"Cool." I said.

"I'm fire. I'm not cool.”

After a few hours more of walking, bickering, and bantering, we crested a hill and met one of the most awe-inspiring sights I had ever seen. The city lay in front of us in all of its glory. I saw a flash of light and looked to see a section of the city release a bright pulsing light. The boys, especially Akiro, seemed to get excited at this. They began to run, Vale dragging me along.

"Come on, Elvira! They're waiting for us!"

"Who and why?" I shouted as I ran with them.

Akiro grabbed my other hand. "My family!" He said, not answering the second half of my question.

We got there in no time and the gate opened for us. Akiro left us to run ahead and embrace an older couple with cloaks the same color as his, just a bit darker, standing outside what I guessed to be his home. The rest, including me, slowed down and approached them on a walk. We could hear Akiro shouting that he had missed his parents and siblings, making me wonder how long they had been separated.

"Guys, come on!" He said. We were obviously taking too long since he came over and grabbed two random hands, pulling Beryl and Ackerley along. "Mom, Dad, these are Ackerley and Beryl." He ran back for two more random hands, this time latching onto Draven and Vale, the latter dragging me with him.

"These are Draven and Vale. The girl is a new friend we found today. We named her Elvira." He ran back for Kenna and Caol, leaving it a bit awkward with us.

"These are the last of them. Kenna and Caol." He seemed like a child bringing his friend to meet his parents.

"They all look very nice, Akiro dear." His mother said.

"What do you mean by 'named her'?" His father asked, crossing his arms.

"Oh! We found her in the woods. We had heard a giant THUD!  and thought that we should investigate. So we walked and found a tree branch right next to her." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders but quickly pulled away due to the cold radiating off of me in waves. "Ackerley healed her of a nasty bump on her head and bruises all along the side that she fell on. When she woke up, she didn't know who or where she was. So, we named her and asked if she wanted to come with us. Now we're here!"

His parents looked at me. "What did you say they called you, miss?" His mother asked.

"We had decided on Elvira, Ma'am."

Beryl walked sideways until he was next to me. "I call her Kimana because I like that name."

"Isn't it an earths name though?" Akiro's father asked.

"Yes, but it works for her."

"Well, let's go inside. We're leaving tomorrow anyways." Akiro herded everyone into the house.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We only came to this part since my parents want to meet with me at least once a month. Otherwise, I do my own thing."

"Okay. Where next?"

"Next, we're going to the ices' district. There, we can see if we can find your family." Draven said as he took off his cloak. Most of the others followed, but Vale and Kenna left theirs on.

"Is there a reason why you didn't take your cloak off?" I asked Kenna, knowing Vale's reason and deciding to keep mine on as well.

"Just like yours will warm you up, mine will cool me down. Especially in the presence of ices like you and Vale. It basically steals the cold you radiate. I could just stand next to you with both of us having our cloaks off, but that could hurt you since I radiate a temperature higher than what your cloak uses to keep you at your perfect temperature."

"Ah." I nodded and followed the rest.

"We'll stay for the night before moving out in the morn. It's too dark to travel right now, especially in the city with a lady with us." Draven said as we all came into what looked like the living room.

The room had pale yellow walls, not too sickly looking, not too bright, just enough to create a calming effect. The fireplace had a lit log in it, which Kenna gravitated to like a moth to a candle flame. He sat by it and looked at home. Akiro sprawled out on a soft-looking, brown chair. Draven was standing in front of the fire and to Kenna's left, allowing the red head to still see the whole room. Ackerley sat on the floor, leaning against Beryl's leg, who was sitting in a matching chair to Akiro's. Caol, Vale and I sat on a bench pushed against the wall. Akiro's parents were nowhere in sight.

We all nodded in acceptance of Draven's statement of staying. Akiro seemed glad. "Sleepover!" He shouted, pumping a fist into the air and letting off a bright flash.

Draven groaned at the light in his sensitive eyes while the rest of us laughed.

"Yay!" Caol said, equally as enthusiastically.

Vale jumped up from his position next to him. "You leaked!" He said.

"What!" Caol screeched. "I did?!" His enthusiasm quickly turned into alarm.

"Yes!"

"Where?!"

"Right there!" Vale pointed at a spot on the bench and froze it.

"Ah!" Caol cried out, not liking the cold.

"Boys!" Ackerley's voice rose above the ruckus. "Vale, defrost Caol right now!"

Vale looked at Ackerley with a clearly fake innocent face. "Sorry. I only know how to freeze, not un-freeze."

Ackerley sighed. "Kenna! Defrost the poor thing so he can shut up."

I clapped and pointed at him as Kenna came to do as he was told. "Savage Ackerley! I like this!"

"Ouch!" Caol's voice whined it's way back into my focus.

"Not sorry." Kenna shrugged before walking off, Caol now rubbing his burnt bottom.

"Vale!" He yelled. "I'm going to kill you!"

Vale stuck his tongue out at the older boy before running off, Caol hot on his trail. I took this opportunity to lie down on the bench, now that the water was gone. I had no idea what would happen if I had tried to freeze that water. It might have caused bigger damage.

"Hey, Kimana." Beryl came to sit on the floor a few feet away from my head. Looking at his previous seat, it was now occupied by a tired and dozing Ackerley.

"Hi, Beryl." I said as I looked back at him. "Did you need something?"

"No, I just wanted to see how you were holding up."

"Please, rephrase and expound on that." I asked.

He chuckled. "You fell out of a tree from probably a long way up, poor tree; failed at correctly using your power when, at your age, you should have at least gotten it under control; had to deal with seven noisy five year old brains stuck within the bodies of grown men; and just had three people scream in your ear. How are you not sleeping like him?" He gestured to Ackerley.

I smiled. "My stomach was waiting for food."

He nodded. "Understandable since we found you after lunch. Akiro's mom should finish dinner soon. He says that she normally has it done around the time he gets home."

As if she had been summoned, Akiro's mother stood in a doorway that I assumed led to the kitchen, where that heavenly smell was coming from. "Dinner's ready for whoever wants it." She said.

Akiro jumped up and ran over, giving her a bear hug. "Thanks, Mom." He said before passing her.

The others and I, minus Caol and Vale, quickly followed suit, giving her a brief bow on the way past. My bow went a bit deeper than the rest as I knew that she wasn't expecting me. Soon, a loud thunk was heard. We all looked up from the bowls of delicious stew to find Caol pinned under Vale.

"Hi, guys." He said awkwardly before the younger allowed him to get out of what looked to be some sort of wrestling hold. We all laughed at how stupid they looked before turning back to our dinner, Akiro pointing out where to get their portions.

Once we all finished eating, Akiro took us up to his room. He allowed the boys to crash on his massive bed and clean floor before taking me to the guest room close by. "Thanks again, Akiro." I said, standing in the doorway of what was to be my room for the night.

He gave me his box smile. "It's no problem. I only met you a few hours ago, but you seem like my sister already. Please, just call me Akiro from now on, alright, Sis?"

I giggled. "Alright. Goodnight, Akiro."

He threw a "Night, Sis." Over his shoulder before closing the door to his and the six others' room.

A few minutes after I had closed the door, a knock was heard on it. I opened it, thinking it was one of the boys. It turned out to be Akiro’s mother, who gave me a bright smile. "Hello, dear. Akiro told me that you didn't have any night clothes, so I brought you this." She handed me the bundle in her arms. "It was his older sister's before she grew out of it. She's now married happily so you can have the gown if you want."

"Thank you so much, Ma'am, but where will I store it?"

"Your cloak has pockets that can hold almost anything that can fit through the opening. As long as it's not full, the gown should fit in it."

"Thanks again. Goodnight, Ma'am."

"Goodnight, dear. Sweet sleep."

I closed the door and set the gown on the bed before looking about the room. It was a good sized bedroom, with a window that had the curtains drawn, blocking out the city sound while still allowing light to see by. Whipping off my cloak, I set it on the bed and found the pocket Akiro’s mother was talking about. Looking at the other side, there was another pocket in the same spot. I stuck my hand into one and patted around, trying to see if I could find anything to tell me who I was. I came out with a beautiful silver necklace that had Elvira written on the snowflake shaped locket.

"I guess it actually is my name." I muttered as I clasped it around my neck.

Digging further, I couldn't find anything else in that pocket. I moved to the other and came up with a strange whitish root thing. I put it back, intending to talk to Ackerley or Beryl about it tomorrow. Changing quickly, I climbed into the warm bed. It felt a bit suffocating, so I carefully folded the blanket down to the bottom of my bed, making sure that my cloak was off to the side and hanging on the back of the chair.

Day 2.

The next day, the sun shone beautifully through the guest room window. I got up, feeling refreshed and awake. Bouncing out of the still cold bed I made my way over to the chair I had laid my cloak on. I quickly pulled out yesterday's clothes from the pocket I had shoved them in before bed. Surprisingly, they were clean and ready to be worn. Even the few holes it had gotten from the fall were patched. I changed into them, carefully folding the night gown and putting it in the same pocket. It felt good to feel the cool metal of my necklace against my skin.

When I got downstairs, the boys were already at the table, halfway through their breakfast. "Good morning." I muttered as I served myself.

"Morning, Kimana." Beryl greeted me as I sat down next to him. The others quickly greeted me.

"Eat up, Elvira." Draven said. "We have a ways to go today. The city is vast and the ices live on the opposite side from the lights."

"Can't we just hire transportation?" Ackerley asked.

"No. The reason: everyone turn out their pockets."

Doing as Draven told us, we all emptied them out. I was shocked at what the youngest three had in theirs. "How the heck did you manage to fit a rock in your pocket, Akiro. Follow-up question, why do you have the rock in the first place?" I asked, incredulous.

Caol held out his hand. "You don't want to know." He warned.

"What's with your rock, Caol?"

" Mine is useful, his is not."

"How so?"

" Mine is what is called a wind stone. It can call wind and tell which direction it's coming from. There are such things as paired wind stones, which means that in addition to doing the actions already mentioned, it also knows where the other is. His, on the other hand, is just stone wind. It allows you to use wind as a messenger and hear wind in the rock. It's about as useful as a conch shell at the beach."

Akiro hit Caol's arm. "Not fair. My message might save a life one day." Seeing my confused expression, he continued. "Stone wind is only good for one message per stone. So, best make it count."

Looking at the others, Kenna also had a rock, but it seemed to be flint. Beryl had a small jar of dirt, Ackerley had herbs and bandages, Vale had a few coins in a small bag, and Draven had a rock that looked like a cross between Caol's and Akiro's only grey.

"What's the story behind your rock, Draven?" I asked, my curiosity taking over.

Kenna looked at me. "What are we doing, comparing rocks now?" He asked with sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Draven held up a hand. "It's fine, Kenna. My rock, as you so elegantly put it, Elvira, is called a shadow stone. It helps control my wayward shadow powers if I really need it. I try not to rely on it, but sometimes I have to use it. What do you have?"

I pulled out the root I had found last night. "I was only told about the cloak pockets last night by Akiro’s mother. I found this root-like thing and this necklace." I took it off and passed it around, putting it back on when it got back to me.

"May I see the root?" Beryl asked.

I nodded and handed it over. Since Ackerley was sitting next to him, they both examined it. "This is rare, Kimana." Beryl said as he gently passed it back.

"What is it exactly?" I put it back in the pocket as the others put their things back as well.

"It's a snow root." Ackerley said.

Vale perked up. "A snow root?! Don't tell me it's an actual snow root !" He leaned across the table to me. "May I see it?"

I pulled it back out. "Only if you calm down, alright?"

He nodded and I handed it over. He gingerly turned it over in his hands, as if he held a precious artifact. He let out a low whistle while looking at the whitish root. "Awesome." He whispered.

"What's so cool about a root?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

He looked at me. "This isn't just any ordinary root. This snow root comes from one of the deepest forests known to us. Very few who have ventured into it make it out alive, especially with something like this. If ground up, even a little bit will help control an ices powers, much like Draven's shadow stone. If we use just a little bit now, we can start to get that power of yours under control. We wouldn't even need that much of the root. Is that alright with you?"

I smiled. "It's more than alright. Thank you, Vale."

Draven cleared his throat, calling our attention back to him. "As you can see, really only Vale has money that we can use for transport, but it's not enough and we'll need it for lodging later." He said.

I furrowed my brows. "Can't we try to use Caol's wind stone thing?"

Caol sighed. "It can only call a breeze. You really need a wind wizard to enhance the power or get a bigger stone. Mine was a gift from an honorary uncle who was one. He tried to put as much power in it as he could but, it was on his death bed and he wasn't that strong."

"Wonderful!" Kenna exclaimed sarcastically. "We're stuck with walking. In the mud. With those four."

He was referring to Vale, Akiro, Caol, and Beryl, who were currently goofing off.

"What's so bad about that?" I asked.

He heaved a deep sigh. "Everything. They're loud, annoying, never stay to the path, always going off on side trails, and never stay out of trouble that we have to rescue them from." He gestured to himself, Draven, and Ackerley.

"Well, now you have me."

"That has yet to be decided if you're an asset or a hindrance." He muttered. Soon after, he stood up, sweeping his legs over the bench and walking away after putting his plate away.

"What's his problem?" I muttered as I finished up.

"Don't mind him, Elvira, he'll warm up to you eventually. Let's go to the yard." I looked up to find Vale standing next to me, holding his hand out to help me over the bench.

I accepted his hand, allowing him to lead me. He didn't let go of my hand as he led me through the house and to the backyard. Once there, he grabbed a stick and drew a large circle that was more or less closer to an oval. "Is that supposed to be a circle?" I asked with a bit of a giggle in my voice.

He glared at me. "Shut up." He completed the ovalish circle and stood up from his crouched position. It had been fun to see him duck walk around while drawing whatever it was that he drew.

"Nice, an oval. What do we do with it?" I asked.

"Were you born sarcastic or have you been spending too much time with Kenna?"

"It seems to come naturally, if that answers your question. Now, what to do with the oval."

"It's a circle. " He hissed at me as he removed his cloak. "Now, give me the root."

I grabbed it from the pocket and handed it over before discarding my own cloak. The warm sun shining down felt suffocating yet slightly pleasing but I immediately wished for the cold that comes with the cloak. It felt like I was going to burn to a crisp at any second. "Can we just start?"

My voice startled him out of his thoughts. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure." He looked around for a second before pointing at a pump in the corner of the yard. "There should be a tin cup by that. Fill it with water and bring it here, please."

I did as I was told, excitement buzzing through my nerves as I wondered if I might actually be able to control my powers today. I brought the cup back to see that he had finished with the root. There were three small shavings sitting in the palm of his hand. I finally noticed the hunting knife he carried at his belt as he put it away. Handing him the cup, my hand shook slightly as I thought about the last time I had tried to control ice.

"Calm down, Elvira. It's going to be fine." He said as he dropped the shavings into the cup. They dissolved almost instantly and the water remained clear. "Drink it." He said, handing it back.

I took it and threw it back like a shot of whiskey. It was cold and had a tang to it while giving an invigorating feeling. I was more awake than I had been and felt ready to take on anything. In short, it was like an instant sugar high. I was high as high can be.

I stood still, tilting my head to the side as I stared the water pump down. The water from the trough below the pump lifted slightly before freezing into a hailstone the size of a child's ball. It then started bouncing around the backyard, heading straight for Vale's head.

"DUCK!" I shouted, dropping to the ground.

"What the heck!" He called as he followed my directions, the ice flying over his head. It came to a stop when it hit the back of the house, resulting in a giant THUD that the occupants most likely heard.

Meanwhile, Vale was stalking towards my prone figure, still not moving from my position on the ground. "What on earth was that?" He asked with his hands balled into fists by his side.

"A big ice ball?" I said, my eyes widening slightly.

He glared back at me. "What did you do? I didn't tell you to do anything yet."

"I looked at it."

"Very funny. What really happened?"

I stood up with a bit of effort. "It's true. I just stared at it like this-" I moved to repeat my actions but his hand went in front of my eyes.

"Do not demonstrate! One dent in the house is enough."

"I dented it?!" My eyes widened as I stared at the house. "I didn't mean to!"

The door banged open and the rest of the group, plus Akiro's parents, came out, Ackerley in the lead. "What happened?" He called. "Is everything alright? Are you two hurt anywhere?" He ran to us, cloak billowing behind him.

Vale spoke without taking his eyes off me. "We're fine. I can't say the same for the house however."

I glared up at the giant man. "I said it was an accident!"

Ackerley went in between us, checking for cuts. "You're positive you're fine?" He clearly didn't believe him.

I pushed his hands away. "Yes, mother, I'm fine."

He put his hands on his hips. "I get enough sass from Vale and Kenna, I do not need it from you, young lady."

I lowered my head. "Yes, sir." I then raised it. "It technically wasn't my fault."

Vale threw his hands up. "How could it not be your fault?! I told you to drink the mixture, not to take it like a shot of beer before blowing a hole in the wall!"

"You should have been clearer in the instructions! You also left me alone after telling me, allowing me to do it. Therefore, it is basically your fault." I smiled, a smug expression clear on my face.

Vale spluttered. "This girl is impossible!"

"Then why do you try?" Beryl asked. Peering around Vale and Ackerley, I saw that he was almost finished with fixing the wall.

I walked past the others, moving to stand at his side. "Cool. I didn't think you could do that."

He chuckled, eyes never leaving the wall. "Think about the contents of the wall. It's just dirt, clay, and water. Basically, I can manipulate the dirt and clay back into place with Caol helping after I'm done. With that knowledge, what do think Caol will do?"

I thought about it briefly before responding. "He could gently place water on the wall, causing it to be sucked up by the clay and dirt and go back to being a wall, but that would result in a wet wall that wouldn't be able to hold the roof. He could also use the existing water that was in the wall to rebuild it."

Caol's voice came from behind me. "Very good, Elvira. That's logical thinking, so we at least know that that part of your brain wasn't damaged from your fall."

"Unlike your magic!" Vale shouted.

I glared back at him. "I told you what happened, you didn't want to believe me. You now have no room to talk. Shut it." I stormed over to my cloak, angry fingers taking a few tries to clasp it before I turned to Draven. "When do we leave?"

"As soon as they finish the wall." He said.

Kenna came over to me. "You have quite the temper for an ice, you do realize that, right?"

I shrugged him off, trying to block out distractions. Reaching into my inner being, I tried to reconcile with myself on why I can't use my magic properly, how I got here, who I truly am. I looked deep inside myself and found something that I couldn't quite recognize. It felt like a string that was calling me to pull it. When I did, it dragged me deeper into myself,to a place I didn't even know existed. Looking around, it was like nothing and everything I had seen before. I realized that it was where my memories were kept. Unfortunately, most of them were behind a stone wall that I couldn't get through. The majority of the ones I could get to were of the boys and me. A few shocked me, not just for being so out of place, but also for being about ten portal looking things on a wall that could fit hundreds. The rest must have been behind the wall.

I stepped towards them, first one, then another until I was directly in front of them. Reaching out, I touched the center one closest to me. Instantly, I was dragged through the portal to a place I didn't recognize.

✽✽

Kenna watched as Elvira shrugged off his help, closing her eyes and standing as still as can be. What seemed a few seconds later, she took a step forward, then another. He followed, unsure what was going on. Ten steps later, she collapsed, Kenna rushing forward to catch her before she injured her head even more. A small part of him wondered if hurting her head again would reverse the memory loss.

"Ackerley!" He called out.

Just as Kenna knew, Ackerley was by his side in a second, dramatically sliding a few feet away on his knees until he was next to the slightly younger male. "What's wrong with her?" He asked.

Kenna deadpanned at him. "I don't know, how about the healer take a look at her?" He asked sarcastically.

"Alright, alright." Ackerley said before examining her. "She had said she was fine but I shouldn't have trusted her." He muttered as he ran his graceful fingers over her scalp.

After a while he sat back on his heels, turning pitiful eyes to Kenna. "I can't find anything wrong with her. Maybe she's just lost in her mind?"

"She collapsed . How can that be 'lost in her mind.'"

"I've heard of this." He muttered. "People with a high brain capacity can actually delve inside their own brain, sometimes going in there for days. Our only choice is to take her with us until she recovers, which could take a few hours or a few days. We won't know until she wakes up."

Kenna sighed, preparing to carry her across the city. "Alright."

✽✽

When I came back to my senses, I looked around. I seemed to be some sort of ghostly figure. The weird thing was, my cloak was red, not light blue. Tugging on my hair, it was a very light red, almost strawberry with streaks of the previous light blue. I looked at my surroundings again and saw what seemed to be a younger version of the red me playing with my parents. They both had their cloaks off while I didn't have one yet. Looking at their hair, my dad's red while my mom's was the same light blue that I have. It would explain the ice name I have, why I have a hard time controlling my magic, and why I have a very short temper.

"I'm an ice and fire. That's why I get along with Vale and Kenna so well, because I have bits of both my parents personalities." I mumbled beneath my breath. "The ice must have been the dominant gene while the fire is the dormant. Or, am I missing something?"

Suddenly, my father looked up. Even though I was in a ghost form, he still seemed to be looking directly at me rather than through me. He walked towards me, leaving the younger version of me and my mom. "It's good to see you again." He said, kneeling to stick a hand in the red cloak that was at my feet.

"What do you mean? I don't understand anything, Daddy. I'm so confused."

He smiled up at me before standing up, an object clutched in his fist. "Ask Kenna to go into more detail about mixes, you'll understand more. For now," he stood up and faced me, "always remember that we love you very much." He placed the object into my palm and curled my fingers around it. "Take care of this for me, will you?"

"Will I be holding it when I open my eyes?"

"Good question. No, you won't. It will be in your left cloak pocket. Although, it may have upgraded slightly since you last saw it." He started walking away.

"Wait! What is 'it'? What do you mean by it may have upgraded?"

He stopped, looking back at me over his shoulder. "All in good time, my daughter. All in good time."

He kept walking away as I felt the pull of the portal behind me. There was nothing I could do as it pulled me back to the first room I came to. I looked around again and a few more portals were added to the portal wall. There were now double the number that there first were. Half of me wanted to stay and explore more, the other half telling me I need to wake up. I listened to the more boring, yet logical, part of myself and woke up.

✽✽

Kenna put Elvira down, her weight finally getting to him. "I'm done with this. Caol."

"Yes?"

"Water ball."

"Why?"

He looked at him. "Do I need a reason?"

"Nope. One water ball coming up." He began making it and was done in seconds, Vale coating it with a layer of ice thick enough that Kenna could hold it.

As soon as it was in his grip, Kenna dropped it on Elvira. "Kenna!" Ackerley called as he ran over.

Elvira sat up, wiping water off her hair and coughing slightly. Kenna looked at Ackerley, unrepentant. "It worked, didn't it?"

✽✽

I became aware of my surroundings again...just as a cold ball splashed onto my face. I sat up, spitting it out and trying to wipe most of it off. "It worked, didn't it?" I heard Kenna say.

I looked up at him. "I would so kill you right now if I didn't need your help with something."

"Oh, so scary. I'm shaking in my boots." He mocked.

Vale stepped over, hovering a hand over Kenna's shoulder. "I wouldn't test her. She almost whacked my head off the last time she used her powers."

"I actually found the reason for that, thank you very much, Vale." I stood up, shaking out my cloak.

Remembering what my dad had said, I felt around in the left pocket but felt nothing. "It's just like the old coal." I muttered as I dug around in the right pocket, the one that would have been his left. Finally, I came up with something other than the nightdress. Pulling it out, I almost cursed.

"What the heck is that?" Vale asked in clear disgust.

Kenna, on the other hand, was ecstatic. "Don't tell me that's what I think it is." He said, practically vibrating where he stood at the thought of what I held in my palm.

It was a dark, slightly porous rock, most likely obsidian. It felt heavy in my palm yet, it was a good weight. The thing that made Kenna so excited was that it had names carved into it with ice that didn't melt. He seemed to know exactly what it was so I handed it over to him.

"Yes! Oh my gosh, this is just what I was thinking of! Where did you get it?" He attacked me with his enthusiasm, starting us off down the road again by pulling my by the arm.

"I don't know what it is, even though you seem to. I got it from my father while exploring my brain. If you can even call it that."

"Nice. So, this is what is called a mix stone. Yes, another stone."

"Cute. What does it do?"

He glared at me. "It doesn't do much. It just tells us who your parents are and what their powers are. In most cases, the mother's power is used to write the names on a substance associated with the father's. For your case, Seymour Fireburn is your father while Kamryn Bayard Fireburn is your mother. It can be safe to assume that your full name is Elvira Fireburn. A very nice name for a mix."

I nodded. "Could you go into more detail about mixes, ices and fires to be specific? Dad said that you would know what I need to."

"That's true, I do know a lot about mixes. Once upon a time, I had researched them as a living. So, you are a fire and ice, huh?"

"Yeah. You said that they are rare and hard to control. What did you mean by that?"

"Well, think about it. Fire and ice are complete opposites, hot and cold. At one point it was thought that they were incapable of mating and actually producing a child. Many mixes are in danger of tearing themselves apart, especially ones like you. Their power development stages are the most dangerous since that is when their powers are fighting for dominance. This perfectly explains your lack of control over your ice."

"What also explains it, is that, according to what I saw, I used to be fire."

He stopped dead in his tracks, Draven bumping into his back. "Come again?" Kenna asked.

I took off the snowflake locket, struggling to open it. I wanted to see if my suspicion about the 'it' was correct. Once I did, I showed it to him. "There's me, and there's my parents. You can clearly see the red hair with streaks of light blue." I put the necklace back on as we continued walking, slowly migrating to the back of the pack. "What I'm wondering is how I changed from fire to ice."

He was staring thoughtfully at Ackerley's back, not truly seeing it. "It is possible." He muttered.

"Explain, please." I said, furrowing my brow.

He grabbed my arm, dragging me to the front where Draven was. As we passed Ackerley, he took him with us. He pushed me to Draven's other side while he kept Ackerley on his left. "I need a slight detour that could add as much as an hour or two to our journey. My question for you two is, do I just take the girl or does the whole group come?"

"Where are you going?" Draven asked.

"I'm going to the Central Library."

"It's not that far. What do you think, Ackerley? Should we let them go?"

Ackerley nodded. "I'm fine with it. Kenna can protect them and Elvira can cause damage if needed."

I pipped up from Draven's right. "I can also accidentally kill Kenna instead of the attackers. Don't try to use a broken weapon, guys."

Draven pointed at me with his thumb. "She has a point."

Ackerley shook his head. "Kenna can protect them. Besides, by inviting her to come with him, he is placing her under his protection by law. He has to take care of her. With that logic, they'll be fine."

Draven nodded. "I agree. You can go, just meet us at the Silver Eagle Inn and Pub by sundown. If you don't, we come after you."

"Deal." Kenna said before again grabbing my arm and dragging me away from the group. Behind us, I could hear the others asking questions.

"Where are they going?"

"What are they doing?"

"Can I go with them?"

"Why are they leaving us?"

They were asking more questions, but we were quickly lost in the crowd that I just now realized had been with us the whole time. Kenna's hand slipped down my arm until he was holding my wrist rather than my upper arm. He dragged me through the crowd, keeping me close or letting me go first in the tight spots. We traveled through the city for about half an hour and in that whole time he never let go of my wrist. We approached a gigantic building which Kenna directed me through as if he owned it.

We only stopped when we came to a section close to the back. Once we were there, he gently let go of me, placing his hand lightly on my shoulder and his head close to my ear. He was so close I could feel his lips graze my ear as he whispered to me. "How about you sit down at one of the tables, I shouldn't be long. It's cold enough in here that you can take off your cloak without overheating. I'll rejoin you shortly."

I did as I was told, sitting in one of the chairs in the corner and taking off my cloak. I laid it neatly on the table next to me before idly fishing around in the pockets. I turned up nothing more than the nightgown I had gotten from Akiro's mom. Looking closer, I found one small pocket in the middle of the back. Reaching in, I pulled out a small bag of powder, which I put back for Kenna to look at later.

Getting bored, I looked around. I was surrounded by books that seemed to be older than my family line, not that I could remember how far back we go. I would have read the one nearest to me but I was afraid of breaking it if I touched it so I opted for reading all the titles, counting as I went. I had reached at least two hundred before a heavy book was placed on the table and Kenna sat in the seat beside me. I quickly brought my head back to its natural position, having had it tilted back to read the higher titles.

Unfortunately, I had moved too fast and pulled a muscle slightly. "Ouch." I muttered, discreetly rubbing it.

He chuckled. "Yeah, that hurts. Anyways." He sobered within a second as he reverently placed a hand on the book in front of us. "This is the Book of Mixes. Centuries ago, a brilliant scholar brought all known information about them and put it into this book, adding his own notes in the margins or even within the text. I used to study this for hours on end every day when I was still a child."

As he was talking, he carefully opened the cover and flipped through the contents with confidence. He knew exactly what he was looking for and went straight there. My eyes were focused on his hands the whole time. They were slightly rough from recent physical labor but looked like the hands of a scholar, which he had been.

His fingers suddenly came up to snap in my face, breaking me out of my study of his hands. "Found it." He muttered as his other hand scanned down the page.

I leaned a bit closer so I could look over his shoulder. "What does it say?"

"It talks about a mix switching power. Here it is. 'A true mix can switch powers as many times as they want.'" He read off. "'Yet, they can only switch between their parents' powers. There are two ways of doing it. The first yet least common is that a traumatic event must take place in their life. The second and more common but still slightly more rare than mixs themselves is that they can train their mind to change between powers. This is easier done if both parent powers are of equal strength, light and shadow as example.’” He looked up at me.

"What does that mean for me?" I asked.

He sighed, both of us leaning back in our chairs. "It means that you must have switched powers, simple as that."

"But how? I don't remember any traumatic event, unless the tree counts but I don't remember that, and I think I would remember if I had trained my mind to do it."

He snapped his long fingers. "There is a way. Back to the depths of the shelves." He held out his hand. "Shall we?"

"Wait, you want me to come with you this time?"

He nodded, his gummy grin on display now that he was in familiar territory. "The last time I wasn't sure how long I would take. This time, I know exactly where this book is since it's seldom used."

I nodded in excitement as I eagerly put my hand in his. "Sure, let's do this."

He pulled me up, grabbing my cloak from the table and handing it to me to hold while he carried the Book of Mixes. He led me through the labyrinth that is the bookshelves, heading deeper into the Library. I smiled at how he nodded to the few bookworms that we passed, wizard and actual worm. Fascinating creatures, bookworms. I may need to look up more about them later but for now, Kenna stopped. I almost bumped into his back, he stopped so abruptly.

He turned around. "Sorry about that, but we're here." He moved to the side for me to see a large bookcase.

Somewhere along the way, he had disposed of the Book of Mixes so he was able to scramble up the ladder like some sort of spider monkey. I took a few steps back while looking up in order to keep him within my sights. He stopped at one shelf and slowly scooted the ladder to his right. I could see his hand moving along the spines, reading each one he came across until he finally pulled one out and practically flew down to the ground.

"Found it!" He said, holding it up in the air.

I looked at it, then back at him. "What am I looking at?" I asked.

He frowned, slowly lowering the ancient book back to his side before clasping it in both arms. "Vale's right. You can be rude." His lower lip came out slightly in a mock pout.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a filter and I really want to know what I'm doing." I spoke honestly, trying to get back on his good side.

He nodded, transferring the book to one hand so he could hold the other up in defeat. "Alright, alright. No need to get touchy."

He led the way back to the table, placing the book on the surface before seating himself again. He gestured for me to sit down. I did so, again leaning over his shoulder. Just as before, my eyes were captivated by his hands as they sped through the book, this time pausing every now and then to scan a certain page before going back to flipping. His hands once again stopped at a specific page before he turned his head to look at me.

"Right here." He said, pointing at a paragraph. "It says," he turned his head back to read it out loud but still quiet. "'To train one's mind to conquer their powers, one must have a high IQ. They must also have patience and endurance. It will take time. If they try hard enough, a mix has the ability to change between their parent powers. Not only will their power change, but also their hair. It is most wise to have a spare cloak that corresponds to that power to make for easier switching. Depending on the experience level of the mix, it can take from two minutes to two hours to change powers.' It goes on to describe how you are able to change. Do you want to try it, see if any of the steps seem familiar to you?"

"Heck, yeah I do. If it means figuring out which power I can control better, fire or ice, then I'm willing to try. Where do you want to do it, just in case it gets ugly."

He thought for a minute before grabbing my wrist and dragging me from my seat, him picking up the book while I grabbed my cloak. I got tired of carrying it around, so I tied the sleeves carefully around my waist. Eventually, Kenna stopped just long enough to push open a door before continuing onward. We came to another halt as we were faced with yet another intimidating piece of wood. He pushed it open with his shoulder, gesturing for me to go first. I gave him a quick mock curtsy before going in.

I was met with a large room that matched the imposing door we had to get past. It seemed like it was an abandoned ballroom, which is crazy since this is a library. Kenna came up behind me and guided me over to a table with a hand on the center of my back. "Yes, this is a ballroom." He muttered into my ear as he placed the book down and turned it back to our page.

I moved to face him. "Can you read my mind now?" I asked sarcastically.

He smirked. "No. It's just what everyone thinks when they see this room." He turned to survey the grand room, his hands clasped elegantly behind his back. "The Central Library used to be a palace until a stupid king decided to make a new one in a different spot, close to the city wall. Not easily defended. The old palace became the Library, only a few modifications necessary. Most of the bedrooms were converted into sections of the library while a few remained bedrooms for the librarians. This room did not have a purpose in the new library and was easily forgotten. Now, shall we start?" He turned, cloak flaring slightly as he strode back to the table.

"You know, you do cut a very dashing figure." I muttered.

He turned to me, smirk still in place. "My thanks, I do try."

I waved a hand at him, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just read the first instruction."

He chuckled. "Sit in the center of the room and close your eyes. You have to trust me for this."

"Surprisingly, I do." I said over my shoulder as I unhesitatingly made my way to the center, laying down.

I once again heard his chuckle. "I said sit , not lay down . Up, please, Elvira."

I sat up, eyes still closed. "I'm ready."

I heard the sound of his boots against the floor, coming in my direction. The rustle of cloth and a small grunt told me that he was sitting in front of me, the book most likely on his lap. "Alright. Next, you have to reach into your mind. Back to where you had gone in the backyard. But first, I want to know if you had heard anything we had been saying when you had gone there."

I shrugged. "I don't really remember. I was more focused on figuring out what the place was. Can you go ahead and give me the step after that, just for good measure?"

"You need to find any memories of using the other power, in your case it's fire, and see if you can call it. I recommend the simplest trick, a small flame dancing above your palm."

"Nice. Simple, yet elegant. I like the way you think, boy."

"One, I'm older. Two, just do it."

"Alright, grandpa."

I reached inside my mind for the second time today, finding the string easily. I tugged it, allowing myself to be pulled back into my mind's room. Instead of looking around, I headed straight for the fire wall. Scanning the portals, I grabbed a ladder that was nearby and propped it up. The twenty that I had last seen were still there, along with three more. Looking at the new three, I saw myself playing with the flames in the middle one so I decided to touch that one, instantly getting sucked into the memory.

Unlike last time, I was actually seeing this as first person rather than seeing myself. It may have been that I had only heard stories of that memory that it had turned into a half memory. Anyways, I looked around, not disrupting the scene. I reach into the thoughts that came with the memory, thoughts that are strangely clear. I see how I am forming the fire on my palm and memorize it, committing it to my current memory and making sure that I have it down before I pull back.

I open my eyes to see the ballroom, now slightly darker yet lit by candles. "How long?" I asked.

"About an hour, maybe longer. We have another three-quarters of an hour to meet the group at the Silver Eagle." Kenna was still sitting in front of me. I could now see that he was sitting Indian style with the book closed and off to the side. "Now," he said, "let's see what you've got. Your hair changed, that's for sure."

I pulled a lock over my shoulder and found it to be an almost strawberry red with streaks of light blue running through it. It must have been stunning. Focusing on my palm, I thought back to how I had seen myself do it in my memories. I called the fire from within me rather than the ground like the ice. It easily came and stayed controlled in my hand.

I looked up at Kenna in shock. "Cool!"

"No. Fire is hot, not cold. Ice is cold. Did you mess up your head in there or something?"

I let the small flame dissipate before pushing his shoulder. "Brat."

He gently pushed my shoulder back. "Rat."

It became a shoving war, both of us taking turns hitting the other's shoulder and saying a playful insult. The game didn't last long as we both soon grew tired of it. Kenna eventually stood, helping me to my feet before allowing his eyes to scan my figure. I gave an exaggerated twirl.

He smirked slightly. "You should probably let me put your cloak in one of my pockets. It's safer for a person to walk around without a cloak than with the wrong type."

I agreed, handing it over. "I will get it back once we rejoin the others, right?"

"Yeah, sure. Let's go." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the ballroom, depositing the book on a cart filled with similar ones before we made our way out the door.

"What is it with you dragging me around?" I muttered. "Is it fun for you or is it instinct?" I liked the way it made me feel cared for so I wasn't complaining, simply asking a question.

"Hmm?" He looked back at me, then down at his hand on my wrist. "Sorry." With one fluid movement, he moved his hand from clutching my wrist to intertwining his fingers with mine, holding my hand. "This better?"

I sighed, giving up on him. After a half hour straight of sitting cross-legged on the ground, it felt good to be walking. I surveyed my surroundings, looking at the tall buildings around us. There were people everywhere with all different cloaks. I saw the colors that I had become accustomed to: red for fires, green for earths, brown for healings, dark blue for waters, yellow for lights, grey for shadows, and light blue for ices. Mixed in with that are crème colored ones that seemed to be in constant movement, obviously winds.

The animals were the most interesting to see. They had cloaks that looked like animal skins, which I guessed told of a specific type of animal while there were others who simply had a bright orange. The mixs seemed to get the most fun with theirs. Some had it like stripes, others had solid halves, still others had it as their dormant being spots on their dominant background. I wondered how many of them decided to keep their second power hidden and walk around with a normal cloak.

My attention focused back on Kenna, his dark red hair that just barely brushed the tops of his eyes and the back of his neck, his shoulders that were almost as broad as Ackerley's. Now that I was walking next to him, I could see that I came up to his shoulder. He wasn't as tall as the others, about average height for a man.

"Enjoying the view?" Kenna's voice broke me out of my revery.

"I might be." I teased back.

He chuckled, briefly squeezing my hand. We kept walking for a while, staying on main paths, until we came to a part of town that seemed cozier than the rest. As if less crime went on here, if that's even possible. It looked friendlier, that's for sure. Nestled between a cobbler and cloak maker was the Silver Eagle. It had a beautiful sign above the door, proclaiming what it was. Kenna pushed me over to a side alley before turning me around to face him.

"How about we have a bit of fun shall we?" He asked with a wicked grin.

"How?"

"I give you back your cloak and you keep the hood up until we get to their table or room. Before we go in, we can stop off at the cloaker and get you a red one. I'm definitely not letting you use mine."

I shrugged. "I'm game for both. Also, don't get so defensive of your smelly old cloak anyways. As you said, you're older than me, you never know how much junk you have stuffed into the pockets."

He gently whacked the back of my head before walking out of the alley, me on his heels. It took us about a quarter of an hour to get the measurements for the new cloak and for me to pick the shade of red. The cloaker had assured us that we could pick it up in the morning.

It took my eyes a second to adjust to the dark interior of the pub part of the Inn and Pub. I had retrieved my ice cloak from Kenna and now needed to endure the chilly atmosphere within it while we tried to find the others. They were hiding at the back of the pub, a few already having mugs of beer. I laughed when I saw that Vale was stuck with lemonade.

"Pull up a chair!" Akiro said as soon as he caught sight of us.

I had my hood up so I just nodded as I sat between Vale and Kenna. "Do you want anything?" Ackerley asked.

"Maybe food and a lemonade." I replied.

Kenna nudged my arm, leaning over to talk to the others. "Says the girl who just laughed at the youngest for having lemonade."

I pushed him away. "That's different."

"How so?"

"He's male . It's expected behavior for him to have beer. I, on the other hand, am fe male, meaning that I'm expected to have a lady-like drink."

"Then someone get the girl a glass of wine."

I chuckled. "Very funny, grandpa."

He scowled. "I don't even know how old you are but you shouldn't disrespect your elders."

"Ha! For all we know I could be the eldest at the table, so shut your mouth, young man."

Beryl burst out laughing at my statement, almost falling out of his chair if Caol hadn't grabbed him and shoved him back. "It seems that you two have gotten close in the space of your two hours together." Draven observed.

I looked at Kenna. "We found mutual subjects, yes."

"Really?" Vale said. "Name three?"

Kenna smirked. "One, we are both sarcastic."

"How is that a 'mutual subject'?"

Kenna continued as if he hadn't heard him. "Two, we have found a mutual love for all things relating to books."

"Well, you know I'm an avid reader, Kenna." Beryl said. "You could have come to me if you wanted to talk about books."

He again ignored the interruption. "Three, we both like a certain subject that would not appeal to Beryl. Shall we show them, Elvira?"

I nodded. "Now, or later?" I knew he wanted me to do it now, I just wanted to keep them in suspense for a little while longer.

Ackerley leaned forward. "Now you have to show us." He said before Akiro pulled him back in his chair.

"Alright, give me a second." I said, motioning with my hands for them to settle down. Kenna nodded at me as I slowly pulled my hood back before letting it fall to my shoulders, exposing my new hair.

"Nice!" Akiro yelled as he leaned forward, gathering a few stares from surrounding tables. "You got your hair dyed! Although, you missed a few parts." His face turned serious as he studied the 'missed' parts.

I giggled. "Akiro? Never grow up."

"You see," Kenna said, "I've been telling him the complete opposite since I first met him. Now, you're just ruining my hard work."

"Like you were getting anywhere with the three year old." Vale mumbled before taking a sip of his lemonade.

While they were busy arguing, either Ackerley or Draven had ordered food and it arrived as they were still debating on whether to let Akiro grow up or not. I left them to their talk while I dug in, not having anything since breakfast this morning and it now being evening. Kenna was eating calmly beside me while still talking with the others.

Once we were finished eating, Draven cleared his throat. "Alright. I have a few important questions before we go to our rooms. Elvira, are you comfortable with sleeping in the same room as us or do you want your own room?"

I smiled at their care of me. "I think I would feel safer in the same room as you guys."

He nodded. "Good. Now, since they only allow four to a room and we have eight, who wants to room with who?"

The debate for rooms went on almost as long as the Akiro's age one did. It was eventually decided that Ackerley, Beryl, Caol, and Vale would share one room while Kenna, Draven, Akiro, and I would get the second room. Draven had already rented the rooms, so we all just went up and said goodnight at the doors.

I found a way to hang my cloak in the corner in a way that would allow me to change without the others seeing. I stayed there until they said I could come out, them having finished changing as well. Most of them had changed into what looked to be thin shirts and pants but Akiro didn't even bother with the shirt. I giggled at him and his cheeky grin before putting my cloak on the ground, inside facing the floor, so I could use it as a mat. Laying my head down, I felt something slightly poking into my arm. Looking at it, it was the bag. I pulled it out and turned to look at Kenna, who was already asleep. I shook my head and put it back, determined to ask him tomorrow. That night, I fell asleep to the comforting sound of the others' breathing.

Day 3

I woke up the next morning feeling a bit disjointed with the world. The others were still sleeping so I quickly got dressed, eyes still trained on the sleeping forms of the three grown men. I smiled as I saw that Draven had laid in front of the door, ready to use his shadow powers to defend us if needed. I then frowned as I realized that the door opened inward, leaving me with no way of seeing if the four boys in the room next door were awake. I leaned against the wall, tapping lightly. Surprisingly, someone tapped back.

I whispered the first name that came to mind. "Caol?"

"Wow, the walls are thin." I had guessed wrong, it was Vale. "Also, good morning, Elvira."

"Morning, Vale. Are the others up or is it just us?"

"Um, I don't know."

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Nope." Even so, it didn't sound convincing.

"Sure. You do realize that you have a slight hitch to your voice and it goes up when you lie?"

"As well as when I sing, but that's irrelevant."

"Now I'm curious. Can you sing without waking the others?"

"I can sing while waking them, they need to get up anyways."

I laughed, putting a hand in front of my mouth to keep it down. "I can't stop you, go for it. Just, don't wake the guests on your other side."

"Shoot, I forgot about those guys. Oh, well, let's get the others up."

I heard him start singing. I have no idea what language we are using since I instinctively started using it, but he swapped to a different language that was beautiful in the way it flowed off his tongue and out his mouth. It was soothing while being totally foreign to me. Soon enough, I heard Caol start shouting before Vale shushed him. Caol seemed to be in the same language as Vale was because I have no idea what he was yelling. Eventually, once he was calmed down, I could hear Caol sit down on the other side of the wall.

"Good morning, Elvira." He said.

"Morning. What did he do, freeze you?"

"Yeah, was I too loud?" I could imagine him rubbing the back of his neck.

"A bit. I didn't mind it, but I can't say the same for the neighbors. What was that you were speaking with Vale just now?"

"Well, that's a language that all of us know. Do you want to learn it?"

"Sure. Maybe you could teach me a bit at breakfast?"

"Fine with me."

I had my head leaning back against the wall, eyes closed as I conversed with the other side. My head shot forward and my eyes flew open when a weight suddenly found its way onto my lap. I held the back of my neck in pain while looking at the red mop of hair attached to the person who's head currently occupied my lap.

"Kenna, what are you doing?"

"You guys are so loud. Also, you really need to stop moving your head so fast. Ask Ackerley to deal with it later. For now, shut up."

Another tired voice joined us from the other room. "Good morning, Kimana, Kenna."

"Morning, Beryl." I said.

Absentmindedly, I started to run my fingers through Kenna's hair, only realizing it when he nuzzled my hand. "Sorry!"

He chuckled. "Just keep going, it feels good." I did as requested, Kenna being in a talkative mood. "I blame this on Beryl."

"How so?" He piped up from the other side. "Wait, what is getting blamed on me?"

"Me turning into a half cat." Kenna retorted. He once again nuzzled my hand, this time placing his own on top of mine and moving it until I picked up on his intent.

"Oh. Yes, you can blame that on me."

"He always wants to be pet if he's had a bad day." Kenna explained.

"I didn't ask."

"Sometimes, your body language gives you away."

Draven woke up with a start, muttering something about not breaking something. He looked around and tried to keep his eyes open. He briefly waved at us before collapsing back onto his cloak.

"Good morning to you too, Mr. Not-a-morning-person." I muttered as I scratched Kenna behind the ear.

Kenna actually giggled. "How long did you stay up, man?"

"Quite late. Why, is it obvious?"

"Kind of." "Yes." Kenna and I both answered at the same time, Kenna coming right out to say it as I tried for the nicer approach.

Draven laughed. "Thanks. You guys are so helpful."

Looking around the room, Akiro was still asleep while I could hear all the boys from the other room moving around. I felt myself drifting off to sleep again and allowed it to claim me, for some reason sensing that we won't be moving out any time soon.

✽✽

Our lives were intertwined from that day forward, we became family. We were all constantly there for each other, backing one another up. It seemed that we took on a moto, just like a band of fighters from old, "One for all and all for one." We were forever there for each other.

I learned how to control my ice and sporadically changed powers to keep it interesting and the boys on their toes. It was fun watching the others prank each other, even more so when they pulled me into the planning. I found that I preferred ice but loved to use my fire as well. Vale and Kenna taught me how to do tricks with the respective elements. The small bag of powder that I had found turned out to be a color changing powder. If sprinkled on the cloak, it would change it to whatever color I desired. I had fun changing occasionally to the others colors and confusing them.

The End.