#they went into the sanctuary and doesn't tell anyone

[salmonchan]

Dick just doesn't understand their perfect and completely normal dymanic 🙄

Like, let them have their conversation calm down ur dramatic beans

[scarasimping]

wanderer x reader, fluff, wanderer unknowingly pining, hes bad at emotions its okay me too

note: so sorry for disappearing lovelies, have these wanderer crumbs as my apologies...not proofread im so sorry

wanderer, who cant seem to get you out of his head, thinks you put a curse on him of some sort.

something like this has never happened to him before. now, he's starting every morning wondering if you fragile human self remembered to eat breakfast. or if you like coffee or tea with your breakfast. or what your favorite food is. or if you would still feel comfortable eating with him around. or—

wait, why would he be around you while you're eating breakfast?? that would imply he spent the night there and why is he thinking about that??? hy is he even thinking about implementing himself in your life in the first place??

up until now, wanderer had simply talked with you because you were the only one around and weren't as annoying as anyone else. sometimes, you worked together because nahida asked you to accompany him on some mission. but that was it. he was sure he was always careful around you, and you wouldn't have time to put some spell on him that makes him want to wake up with you and eat breakfast together (even though he doesn't really eat. he'd probably just sit and watch you eat).

thats not all he's been thinking about either. some times he finds himself daysreaming about taking walks with you outside the sanctuary of surasthana, or what is it that makes that coy but knowing smile of yours appear on your face. what started the little habits that still present themselves in you now.

wanderer tries to do some digging on what kind of magic you used on him to make him start thinking about you so much, but all he gets is romance books and sappy poems about love. one time, he was forced to listen to some old doctor tell him about how he met and fell in love with his wife all because he went to see if what he was feeling was an illness instead.

wanderer who gives up trying to find out whats wrong with him on his own and, finally, asks nahida for help, because if she can't find anything then maybe it's hopeless.

all for her to tell him that he's not cursed or ill, he just cares about someone.

wanderer, now very confused, outright rejects the idea.

who cares if, now that the idea is in his head, he's wondering what you would do if he told you how he felt. or would you figure it out yourself without him even mentioning it. unfortunately, for a human, you were rather smart.

it doesn't matter that he's imagining you smiling brightly at him, or you leaning on his shoulder, or you trusting him enough to fall asleep in his lap, knowing he'll watch over you.

wanderer who now tries to avoid you, making it way too obvious and you notice it right away.

of course it's normal that he doesn't like being around people, but seeing him literally leave a room just because you, specifically, entered is a little worrying.

wanderer dodging your questions as you run after him, wondering what you did or if something happened, refusing to even look at you.

because when he finally does look at you and he sees that worried expression you have on your face, an unfamiliar pit in his stomach forms and he knows that nahida is right. that old doctor with his love story is right. all those stupid books and cheesy poems that made him gag were right.

wanderer cares about you and is stupidly, hopelessly in love with you. and he hates it.

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere Royal Gay AU pt 4

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"And then your father threw the biggest tantrum because he wanted to be the "princess in distress" for once rather than the hero." Rei said, as she combed your hair. Everyone besides grandpa Enji were in your room at the Palace. Uncle Natsuo was lying on your bed while Fuyumi went through your closet, tutting at all the "old" clothes (old because you'd only worn them once).

You laughed, looking up at Rei. "No way! Dad became a princess?!"

Natsuo scoffed. "He tried! But Fuyumi started choking him. If dad wasn't there to pry her off, she probably would've killed Dabi- OW! FUYUMI!" Fuyumi smiled after pinching Natsuo's arm. They both began bickering right in front of you.

You giggled watching your uncle and aunty being absolute children. "Can I ask you something?"

Rei hummed, kissing your forehead. "Of course, honey. What do you wanna know?"

"What was it like when dad got his quirk?"

The room fell silent. No one talked about quirks, let alone mention the word in front of you. Mainly because you hadn't developed one.

It's quite an anomaly because Dabi has a very powerful fire quirk, and your mother had a strong water quirk. And yet, neither quirk was passed down to you.

It's not uncommon for people to not have quirks. No. But its quite important for the future Queen of the kingdom, and the only heir of King Dabi to have a quirk. Any quirk at all.

Even though most people get their quirks by the age of 7, the kingdom's subjects say that you're just a "late bloomer". They're very hopeful people.

When none of them spoke, you looked at them with a pout. "Oh come on! It's not like I've asked for a kidney! Please tell me-" you looked at Rei and jutted your bottom lip. "-grandma~"you whined.

She sighed. "Alright. I'll tell you." You huddled up next to her on the bed and she began telling the very fond memory of the day Dabi got his quirk. She'll never forget how proud Enji was when he looked at Dabi's blue flames.

Obviously, you felt the pressure of developing a quirk, but it was your grandpa who you wanted to please the most. Even though Enji has never said anything about quirks, and told you that you're perfect and just as capable of ruling as anyone with quirks, you still felt sad that you'd somehow disappointed him.

Not to mention how guilty you feel for your father. I mean, the whole reason Dabi married your late mother was because Enji forced him to, saying that he'll benefit from having a heir with a powerful quirk. Only for him to end up with you- a quirkless child.

It's another thing that none of them will ever allow you to feel guilty, much less say anything depreciating about yourself. Anyone else who says anything but praises, is simply a traitor to the king and must be executed.

The next day, you wake up early to prepare yourself for your small tradition with Enji- hunting. It's just a small interest that you share with your grandpa; whoever finds the prey first, decides what happens to it. If you find it, it's obviously gonna be going in your royal pet sanctuary. If Enji finds it first, it's gonna be dinner.

"So what's today's target?" You asked Enji, your horse walking next to his and his guards staying behind.

"Its a chicken."

"A chicken? Really?"

Enji grinned. "Its a special kind. It's pink and it lays pink eggs. They're quite exquisite."

"Woah- wait, you've ate one before?"

"Hmm. They were a gift from Empress Momo- how is she doing these days?"

You sighed. "I don't know, I haven't gotten letters from her since she doesn't know I'm here. Which is good, because she sends A LOT of letters."

Enji raised a brow. "Really? What does she say?"

Your face scrunched up in frustration. "Its exhausting. She keeps on inviting me to her Palace but she knows dad won't let me stay for a sleepover! She keeps on trying to bribe me with fancy gowns and jewels, but if I'm being honest, I don't even wanna go there myself, even if dad did let me go."

"Oh. Why is that?"

"I don't know... but I'm not comfortable around her. She stares at me- a lot, and she's very short tempered. She always has been. One time when we were kids, I was playing at her place with Katsuki, but I guess I didn't give her enough attention because the next second she was dragging me out of the room and she pinched me a couple of times before locking me in her closet." You laughed. "Izuku and Tomura had to come and save me. Her mom, Empress Miruko was so embarrassed and she was furious at Momo. I'm sure she got a lecture that day."

"Oh I remember that day. Your grandmother was so mad that someone had dared to hurt her grandchild, she wrote a mean letter to the Empress, threatening war if Momo ever did something like this again." Enji smiled, happy that his wife did the right thing. He was glad that Rei is just as protective of you as he is.

You nodded and smiled along, not wanting to tell Enji that Momo did still get angry and vengeful when things didn't go her way. Only instead of pinching your arm, she now pinches your butt... painfully. Like the last time when she made you dress up into something she said was "traditional clothing of the empress's clan" but felt more like something so revealing that Momo's concubines would wear in bed. Anyways, she had you lie on her bed and pose because she wanted to paint you- and Momo was a very skillful painter. She never let's you see the end results though, simply saying that it's bad and she's going to burn it later.

Anyways, when she was painting you, she slowly started getting irritated because apparently you weren't "still" enough for her. So she stalked over to you and pinched your butt hard enough for you to mewl an apology and promise that you'll do better. She let go with a satisfied look on her face, and you've been avoiding going over to her place since.

You decided not to talk that story to anyone because 1. This is not something you tell your grandparents. Harmless little jokes. You know how protective your family is. 2. As weird as she is, Momo is a good friend. And more than that, she's also a good ruler. You look upto her, like a younger sibling would.

"There!" Enji yelled as he saw the chicken run into the woods. He readied his bow and aimed at it, only for his heart to drop when you walked right in the path of his released arrow.

Fortunately, you catched the arrow with you shield- a new trick you'd learned, something that Dabi and Enji both hated because of the scare it gave them, but neither said anything because its good your reflexes are fast enough to catch an enemy's arrow.

Not that they'd ever let you participate in a war.

While you were busy hunting the pink chicken, Tomura had been called by Rei.

"My Queen, Princess Y/n's servant, Tomura is here-" the guard was cut off by Rei motioning for him to let him in.

"Your Highness." Tomura bowed.

"Tomura. Come, I wanted to talk to you." Rei said as she continued stitching an embroidery for your dress. Tomura walked closer.

"Now, I've heard that there's been... some tension between my son and Y/n. What's that about? And don't leave anything out, I'll know."

So... Tomura told her what had happened. From the prank you pulled by burning all of Keigo's clothes, to Dabi punishing you by giving your dead mother's clothes to Keigo, to being scolded for leaving the castle to visit your mother's grave without informing him.

He told her everything, but Tomura was careful not to tell her about "the proposal". That would not be useful to bring up now.

"I see." Rei sighed, tracing the embroidery that Tomura had done on your dress. She never really was fond of concubines. It's not that Keigo has wronged her somehow, it's just the whole concept of having extramarital affairs and sleeping around with these whores that she hates. Its not a jealousy thing, its just that Rei knows how concubines have the power to easiky drive a wedge in a family, willingly or not.

Its one of the reasons why Rei doesn't visit her Dabi very often. Her son has a harem that he will not disintegrate because she said so, and she simply can't bare to see your sad face when he sleeps around with them. That's why Rei tends to invite you to her palace as often as she can. It's too bad that your father is just as possessive of you and not willing to always send you over to hers.

To be honest, Rei can't believe that Dabi would actually put his bed warmer before you.

"I'll have to talk to him, and don't worry, I won't mention your name." Tomura nodded gratefully, before getting up to leave.

"Tomura."

He stopped.

"Thank you. For taking care of Y/n. I hope you will continue to do so."

Tomura gave a reassuring smile. "Till my last breath."

Keigo was straddling Dabi's lap in the throne room when a servant announced Barbarian Bakugo had come. Keigo gave one last kiss to Dabi before shuffling off his lap and standing by the side.

"Let him in."

Katsuki and his fellow barbarians walked inside the throne room and bowed as soon as they wear in front of the King.

"Rise." Dabi rested his head on his hand, looking bored. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Bakugou?" Keigo quietly snickered at the word "pleasure". He knew Dabi didn't like the brash blonde. He was too rough and too loud for them- and for you. He was a barbarian, he simply did not mix well them.

"My King, I brought you some gifts. Just some gems and jewels I got from my... expedition." One of the fellow barbarians brought the chest of jewels to Dabi, who only hummed in partial satisfaction.

"Hmm. And what's that for?" Dabi pointed at the animal behind him.

"Oh these are huskies. I found them in the Arctic. I was gonna kill them and sell their fur, but I thought the Princess would like them instead. And speaking of- where is the Princess?" Katsuki asked, eyes looking around for signs of you, since you'd appear out of thin air if you found an animal in a 1 mile radius.

Keigo finally burst out laughing, and Dabi chuckled a bit as well. Bakugo furrowed his brows as his face reddened. "What?" He didn't understand why they were laughing.

Dabi wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Oh nothing, Bakugo. It's just- I think it's funny you went through all this trouble just to ask where Y/n is. I mean, you only came here because your letters weren't being replied to and you wanted to see whether she's ran away or I've trapped her in the high tower." Dabi smirked as Bakugo's eyes went wide at being caught red handed. "You rarely ever come to see me. So that begs the question-

Are you using me to get to Y/n?"

"No." Bakugou said immediately, a little surprised that he replied without stuttering. "I would never use you, my King. I simply know you hold your daughter the dearest. Pleasing her would please you."

"It would." Dabi replied, eyes still sharp.

"I need your favour to support my clan. You give us support in finance, we give you support in wars. Besides, the princess and I are good enough friends to know our likes and dislikes. If I see something she'll like, I'll bring it. Otherwise she'll wage war on me over a litter of kittens I didn't give her, when she become Queen."

Dabi smiled lazily. "Sounds like my girl." He stood up from his throne. "Y/n is visiting her grandparents. That's why she hasn't been able to answer your letters. She'll return soon, so don't worry."

Bakugo could only watch as Dabi left the throne room, and Keigo began to follow but not before whispering in the blonde's ear.

"I'm only telling you this because you're a good friend of Y/n, and a loyal ally to us- don't think about having any romantic relationship with the Princess. The King will... not support it." Keigo smiled as Bakugo's face showed comprehension of the threat.

"Ah, Keigo. You're back." Dabi said as he signed off on some official documents.

"I am. And with a letter." Keigo waved the envelope with royal seal. "From your mother."

Dabi took the letter from him and broke the seal open hurriedly. It's been a few days since he last heard from you, he's excited to see what you've been up to.

He sat back on his chair while Keigo began pouring him some wine. But when he turned around, instead of seeing joy on Dabi's face, he saw confusion before his face contorted to anger.

"What's wrong?" Keigo inquired, walking over to his lover's side but Dabi stood up and threw the letter down.

"How dare she?" Dabi whispered, disbelief and hurt swirling in his eyes, but fury overpowered any and all feelings. Keigo picked up the letter as Dabi paced back and forth. "How dare she use my mother against me? How dare she tell her lies and portray me as the bad guy?"

Keigo furrowed his brows in confusion. "I don't understand-"

"Y/n told mom about the clothing incident, Keigo! She did it on purpose because she knows mom doesn't approve of you, and she's using her to turn me against you!"

The winged man shook his head. "No, no. Y/n wouldn't do that, you know she isn't one to air our dirty laundry. You know she would never make our problems known to the world-"

"How naive could you possibly be, Keigo?" Dabi said with an apathetic laugh. "She hates you and she hates me. She's stopped calling me "dad", suddenly acting like she's only a royal subject, and the moment she goes to her grandparents, she cries to them about all the "terrible stuff" we've done to her."

Keigo remained silent, its no use talking to Dabi once he's made his mind.

"So what are you gonna do about it? Your mother has asked you to go there and make up with your daughter. I'll start packing your-"

"No."

"No?"

"No. I'll write her a letter. And I'll write one Y/n too."

"So, how does it feel losing to a young girl?" You grinned as you ate dinner.

Enji smiled. "Amazing. Just goes to show what an amazing ruler you'll be one day." He said before putting more food on your plate.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetie!" Rei praised from across the table, before smacking her spoon on Enji's hand. "And I can't believe you'd made her chase a bird, Enji! What if she'd tripped and fell!?"

Enji just nodded along and even gave a small apology just to soothe his wife, giving her palm a kiss, making Rei blush and stop being mad at Enji.

You wished your parents were like this.

Speaking of, a servant came with letters in his hand. He gave most of them to Enji, 3 to Rei, and 1 was addressed to you.

"Oh who's it from?" Rei inquired.

You recognised his seal. "Its from Dad."

Rei and Enji smiled warmly at you. Tomura had told you that Rei was going to try and mend your relationship with your father, even though you initially thought it was a bad idea because you didn't want Dad to think you went and snitched to grandma. But seeing his letter, you suppose perhaps things were going to get better.

"Well go on, darling. Open it! In fact, I got one from him too, so lets open it together." You broke the seal and began reading, as Rei read hers.

But soon, you were both frowning at the words. "What? What's wrong?" Enji asked Rei. "He declined my invitation, said he'll handle things himself." She whispered, Dabi rarely ever declined when Rei invited him. When they both looked at you, you had tears in your eyes.

"Y/n? Doll? Say something, you're worrying us-" but you quickly got up and threw the letter in the fireplace before rushing out of the room as tears fell free from your eyes.

Enji and Rei could only share a worried look as they realise that things between you and Dabi mai have gotten worse.

You'd fled to your room crying your heart out. How could your own father doubt you? How could he think so low of you? Did he really think you'd go to grandma and try to turn her against him? Does he not know you at all?

It's probably his whore who's been spewing shit against me.

But then again, shouldn't your own father be able to defend you? You can only blame Keigo to an extent, because deep down, you know your father isn't one to be easily manipulated.

You quickly wiped your tears when you heard someone knock on your door.

"Come in."

Tomura walked in and bowed. "Princess, should I prepare for your day out tomorrow with Prince Natsuo-"

"No. Pack our stuff. We're going back home tomorrow." You said curtly. Tomura only nodded as he walked over to your closet and began pulling put your clothes, pretending not to notice your dried up tears.

There was a comfortable silence between you two, and even though he was facing away from you, you could feel like Tomura was watching you, yet he didn't ask what was wrong. He always knew not to make you uncomfortable.

"Tomura?"

"Yes, princess?"

"Grandma and grandpa will be... upset because of our sudden departure. I need you to make up an excuse."

Tomura nodded. "I could say that you have an important guest coming and you need to attend to them."

You hummed. "Yes, that'll be good. Make sure our entourage is ready to leave tomorrow, but don't let word get out that we're leaving. I'll tell grandma and grandpa at breakfast."

"Of course. You need not worry."

You looked at your hands as Tomura swiftly packed your clothes.

"Tomura I-" you quieted down as you didn't know how to explain to him what was happening.

"You don't owe me an explanation, princess." He smiled reassuringly and you let out the breath of relief.

Unbeknownst to you, Tomura knows what has upset you. He's already read your letter before you, and he resealed it when you read it. He's been doing it for years, so it's not that hard.

He doesn't feel guilty about it either. He views it as taking care of you. Its his job to protect you after all.

Even if it means protecting you from your father.

"I'm sorry for cutting our time so short." You said as you hugged your grandparents.

"We underst-" Enji was cut off by Rei.

"Its because of Dabi, isn't it? He's telling you to go back. That- that- that concubine of his must've-"

"We understand." Enji repeated, squeezing Rei's hand. He knows you're covering for Dabi with that "some important guest that needs my attendance" excuse, but he'll play along because he feels like Rei might've made things worse between you two.

They both kissed your cheeks and waved along with half the kingdom (who started to cry at your sudden departure but Enji shut them all up with one dark look) and you boarded the ship. Although you did come to the kingdom by the woods, you decided to return by water since the sea route would be the fastest way home, and speed was something you needed at the moment since Dabi had threatened to drag you back home. That's not what scared you. What scared you was the fact that he'd bring his whore along and then the whole kingdom would see your father places his slut above his daughter. And you simply wouldn't bare the humiliation.

"Where is she?" Dabi asked, pacing around his room as he wondered what new stunt you're trying to pull now. Did you not get his letter? Did you not understand his warning?

Keigo got up from the bed and hugged him from behind. "Dabi~" he kissed his ear. "Calm down. She should be here soon. There's no need to get angry at her-"

"Its been 5 days since I sent her that letter. She should've been here this morning."

"Maybe they're taking breaks along the way-"

"Then they should've been here now! At dinner!"

Keigo sighed. "Maybe she left late from your parents. You know they like to keep her later than usual."

Dabi narrowed his eyes. "Then she should've come up with an excuse. How will she ever rule this kingdom, if she can't even say no to people?"

"Dabi... dont let your anger get the better of you. She's a child, and she left completely pissed with us. I don't think it'll do us any good if we start scolding her for being late the moment she returns." Keigo said, rubbing his hands across Dabi's chest, smiling as he finally calmed down.

"Thank you." Dabi said, kissing the blonde. "How are you so calm though? Usually, it's you who's panicking all around?"

Keigo grinned. "You panicked enough for both of us. Also- I'm very drunk right now. I was way more worried about Y/n, so I drank. And drank, and drank."

Dabi chuckled, letting Keigo pull him back to bed and in for another round.

The entire palace was in shambles the next morning, servants running up and down, guards disappearing into thin air whenever they saw a glimpse of Dabi or Keigo.

Why?

Because you still weren't home.

Dabi and Keigo had woken up the next morning, expecting you to be waiting at breakfast for them and giving them loads of hugs and kisses for your time apart, maybe even apologise for being so distant.

Instead, Dabi broke the ceramic plate on the servant's head who informed them you hadn't returned. Fortunately, the poor servant escaped before Dabi threw his knife at him.

Now Dabi and Keigo left for Todoroki Kingdom with an army. Keigo prayed that they'd see you on the way, because if not, they'll have to ride all the way to his parents, and he has a feeling things will not go well there.

They arrived in Todoroki Kingdom by the next day, taking absolutely no breaks or stops, and no one had even seen your or your caravan on the way back.

The people werent expecting their former prince, but they all erupted in cheers at the sight of Dabi. Keigo could practically feel the death stares of the public as he rode behind Dabi. Guess they still hate him here.

But Dabi didn't bother waving to the people this time. No, he rode his horse towards the castle with a dark look on his face, silent fury on his face that screamed not to get in his way.

Enji and Rei were barely able to come to the stairs to greet him, as royal protocol states, but Dabi only walked past them and into the castle, calling your name loudly.

"Dabi- Dabi! What is the meaning of this?!" Rei asked, not impressed that he'd dropped royal protocol and didn't bother greeting them. It's a good thing he towers over her now, or else Rei would've pulled his ear.

"Where is she?" Dabi interrogated. "Where is she hiding? Where is my daughter?!"

Rei and Enji shared a confused look with each other. "I- what do you mean? Y/n left days ago."

Dabi narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then how come no one saw her in the woods going back?"

Rei chuckled. "Why of course they didn't see her! She left by the sea!" Dabi's eyes widened at that.

"What did you say?" Rei didn't understand Dabi's confusion, or the worried look on Enji's face.

"Hey- what's- what's wrong? She boarded the ship, we saw her leave-"

"Rei, the sea is the fastest route back. Y/n should've been back days ago." Rei's face dropped at Enji's explanation.

Dabi all but ran out of the castle, with his parents calling him.

"Wait, let us help-"

"You've done enough!" Dabi yelled as he climbed his horse and raced out of there, Keigo and the army following him.

They soon reached the docks and Dabi began yelling at the merchants to give him their ship. He was gonna find you himself.

Keigo had to physically halt Dabi and ask him what was going on.

And for the first time, he saw fear in Dabi's eyes. "She left by the sea, Keigo." The blonde's own breath hitched. You're 4 days too late. "I'm going after her, maybe- maybe they got lost- or in the middle of a battle with pirates-"

"Dabi, no. No, don't say that. She's fine- Our Y/n is fine. I-" He took a deep breath, clearing his mind. "You're going to check the waters, trace her route back home. I'll go through the woods again, I'll fly! Maybe she decided to take another route. We'll find her, Dabi. Repeat after me."

Dabi nodded. "Yes. We'll find her."

Keigo flew high and low, for hours in the heat and in the rain for any sign of you.

But it was all for naught.

When he returned home, he knew Dabi was back. But when the servants pointed him to the direction of the chapel, he knew bad news was coming from the gloomy looks on everyone's faces.

Keigo could feel his own heart beat as he walked towards the Chapel, the Holy place that he'd never seen Dabi ever come to. It was mostly for you to go, you liked to pray, often for your mother.

God, please don't let her be-

"Dabi?" Keigo's small voice echoed in the empty hall, but it was... haunting to see Dabi on his knees at the altar, his hands joined and head down in prayer.

He walked over to him, and Dabi finally looked up when Keigo placed his hand on his shoulder. "Dabi?" Keigo's heart sank at the sight of him. The King had tears running down his cheeks, his eyes red and hair dishevelled.

"Where... Where is Y/n?"

As beautiful as Dabi's lashes looked heavy with tears, they closed as his eyes scrunched up in pain.

"The ship... it sank." Dabi whispered the last part. "It sank, Keigo. A terrible storm had met them the day they left. The tides rode high, the ship hit something, and in a matter of seconds, the entire thing toppled over."

Keigo could feel his entire world crashing. The worst thing that could've happened- happened, a parents worst nightmare had came to life.

Their child dies.

But perhaps it was an angel, a blessing that made Keigo ask a question.

"Who told you this?"

Dabi looked at him in confusion. "What? I saw the ship wreck with my own eyes, Keigo."

There was a moment of silence.

"Did you see any bodies?"

"What?"

"Did you see any bodies?"

"No, I didn't find Y/n's-"

"Dabi, did you find any body?" Keigo asked, and Dabi looked only more confused. "Dont you see? How come there were no bodies? No survivors? If there was a storm to come, the Todoroki Kingdom has raised fine sailors, and Enji must've sent Y/n off with the most skilled captain and ship, and he would've definitely been able to not only detect the storm from miles away, but he would've safely maneuvered the ship through the storm too."

Hope began returning in Dabi's eyes. "I bet if we go back to the ship wreck, we won't be able to find any trace of anyone ever getting hurt or any distress. I bet that the only thing missing from the ship would be the small craft boats." Keigo said, watching as Dabi's senses began working again.

"You're right." Dabi said. "You're goddamn right! There were no bodies and no life boats! So they were most likely attacked and taken hostage!"

"Yeah, and you do have a lot of enemies. So you best start working on who has our baby."

Dabi smiled and nodded, kissing the blonde before they both left the chapel with renewed hope and determination.

Even though deep down, they knew this was all just speculation. But for their own sanity, and safety of others, they needed this false sense of hope.

You woke up to the sun hitting your face. All you remember was boarding the ship, then Tomura brought lunch and some special tea, and then your memory is hazy after that. And now you were in a boat.

You looked around and found you were lying in Tomura's lap, his arms securely around you, and your feet were in a maids lap, who was gently massaging them.

You pulled your feet away hastily, which caught everyone's attention. And that's when you saw your boat and two more boats, all filled with your entourage, who were currently bowing at you.

"I- Tomura, what's the meaning of this?" You asked getting off his lap and sitting opposite to him.

"Princess, this is part of the plan. Don't you remember?"

Oh the plan! The plan you'd been formulating for a long time, with letters to Emperor Kai for help and all. The plan to get away from Dabi and his murdering concubine for a while, or longer, until Davi realises your importance and that you've been telling the truth. And if he doesn't and continues to choose Keigo over you, then you're gone indefinitely.

"Of course, I remember. I meant, where are we right now?"

Tomura pointed ahead, where you could see the shore. "We're near. The land is here. Let's get off this boat, and then a brisk walk into the woods, we'll find him."

You nodded and then walked close to him, holding his hand as your knights and servants surrounded you and guarded you.

It was the first time you'd seen cherry blossoms, near the sea, but there were so many around you and it was kind of surreal. It was breathtaking actually, and you tried to take in your surroundings as much as you could. After all, cherry blossoms were your mother's favourite trees. She often talked about them, even asked Dabi if she could plant some, but he refused.

After about 20 minutes, you saw him. You squeezed Tomura's hand.

"Tomura... that's not Emperor Kai."

But Tomura only gave you a reassuring smile, as did the man in front of you. He had an army of knights behind him, all eagerly waiting for the next order.

The man got off his horse and began walking towards you. He stopped when you backed up a bit. That's when Tomura spoke.

"Princess, I introduce you to his royal Highness, King AFO. Your grandfather."

You blacked out for a second.

"W-what?" You looked back and forth between the two men. The more you looked at the king and his army, the more you recognised some familiar elements. Like the colours your mother always wore, or the little flag she kept hidden in her room, only you were able to see it.

"I-" you let out a small gasp before bowing down quickly. How could've you forgotten protocol!?

The King chuckled as he pulled you up by your shoulders, his eyes scanning your face as they memorised your features, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

"You're just like her." His eyes were full of tears, as were yours when you realised he was referring to your mother.

"I- I don't- I don't understand." You furrowed your brows. "If you're my grandfather, then why didn't you ever come to visit? Or even sent a letter?"

He smiled sadly. "I tried to my dear, many times. But your father wouldn't let me. Each time I tried to establish some form of contact with you, he'd put my efforts down. But then he threatened- he threatened to wage war." AFO looked down. "I didn't care about the blood loss that it would cause but I was afraid- I was afraid he'd do something terrible to you, just like he did to my daughter."

Your eyes widened. Did dad actually do that? It's no surprise that he hated your mother and anything associated with her, so he mightve kept you from your maternal grandfather. Hell, the only reason Dabi kept you around was likely because you were his only heir.

"You're all that's left of her." AFO continued. "That's why I sent all of them to look after you. They've all watched you grow, and I was content knowing they kept you safe. Especially with Tomura." He said, referring to your entourage. You looked at all of them. Come to think of it, they all really have been around for as long as you could remember.

"Once Tomura informed me that you wanted a break from your father, I knew I had to reach out to you again. I know you wanted to go to Emperor Kai's, but please give me a chance. Its been more than a decade since I last saw you." AFO pleaded, holding your hands.

"I-" you looked around, and you saw they were all looking at you with hope. You then looked at Tomura, and he nodded, but it was his eyes that spoke.

It's okay, I'll keep you safe.

So you took a deep breath and a small prayer, and looked at the king.

"Okay."

So, how was this?

Did you guys like the classic angsty move of running away that reader pulled? What are your thoughts on Empress Momo being a sadistic yandere? How will everyone react to reader's absence? Especially Katsuki? Will the parents go insane?

What do you think is gonna happen next?

[nana-rierie]

His Bedroom | Haitani Rindou

Rindou would be found dead before he let any woman into his bed.

It was an unspoken rule inside the Haitani household. They can bring their gangs inside, have party, wreck the whole place, and get drunk in there for as long as they like, but they are not to bring any woman, or any man inside their bedroom with an intention for temporary pleasure.

The Haitani brothers' are many things, but a f*ckboy ain't one. No. Other people might thought of it, but they aren't. Yes they were experienced but they never sleep around.

Ran was only ever in 4 relationship, 1 ended because the girl was a b*tch - she even managed to get on Senju's nerves, think about that. Fortunately, the three other ended on good terms.

Rindou, on the other hand, had been in 2. First one lasted for a year - they were teens and awkward was a word then. And the last one lasted for 5 months because the girl only wanted to get to Ran - the trauma. None of those girls ever made it into his bed.

But here he is now. Cuddled up next to you. In his bedroom. On his bed. The surprising part was, you weren't there because you two made love. Or were you there because of a drunken endeavour. No. You were there because he asked you. Asked you to stay the night. Asked you to sleep beside him. Asked you to stay with him.

Rindou swears it shouldn't feel right. Yet it does.

It feels so right to have you in his arms. to wake up next to you -with you. To feel you so, so close he can hear your heartbeat, have your scent trickle his nose, and kiss every inch of your skin.

He's sober, of course he is, it's been a week since alcohol was banned inside the house because he pissed off Ran. However, something's telling him his drunk. Too drunk to comprehend any thoughts of standing up and starting the day. Too drunk to resist any temptation from you. And you're just there, sleeping. Unaware of all these thoughts barraging him.

The Sun's ray peeking through his window blinds shines on you like a spotlight demanding all his undivided attention. Your slumbering face brings peace over his tangled thoughts. Yet he knows, once you open your eyes, there would be no thoughts but his cravings for you. Only you. And that's dangerous. Because it's new. And new things have unknown consequences. There was no telling how deep he was, hence he doesn't know if he's still on the shallow part or if there was any way out. It's frightening.

Cause what if you weren't on the same plane as him? If you're not as deep as he was? You can swam back up and leave him drowning. And that's scary. Cause he knows, even if you leave him, he would stay there. He would even help you reach the surface and then swim to the deepest part of whatever feeling he has towards you.

With those thought clouding him, he tightened his arms around you and buried his face on your neck. He inhaled your scent, engraving it to his brain. He kissed all the skin available for his taking. There was desperation and vulnerability in every touch of his lips. And this is why the Haitanis never let anyone inside their room. Their sanctuary. The only place they would allow their selves be vulnerable and be them.

And you woke up to this. Every desperate touch had you sighing in relief and arousal. Because you knew what Rindou is going through. And you let him. Cause really, what more can you ask than having your man savor every inch of you as if water was non-existent?

When Rindou's lips was littering kisses and bites on your chest, you put your arms on his shoulder and ran your fingers through his hair

"What had you acting like this, hmm?" You asked while appreciatively moaning to what he was doing.

Rindou looked up to meet your eyes and said, "You."

You opened your eyes, taken aback by his answer. Silent permeated the room while the two of you converse through your eyes. No one said anything for minutes until Rindou decided to hover over you. He took his arm that was tightly wrapped around you and while his other arm went beside your head to support his weight. You were about to ask him when you felt his other hand gently caressing your face. Your eyes fluttered and an identifiable emotion was sipping through every crack of your sanity.

Rindou lowered his head until both of your lips were merely inches away. His laboured breathing tells you just how much you affect him.

"If...If I tell you...sleeping and waking up next to you is how I'd like to end and start my day...what would you say?" His voice was dripping with worry and determination to convey what he really wanted.

You knew what he wanted. What he needed. And it's only right to give him all of it because that's how deep you were for him. To the point of understanding what he actually meant.

Your eyes watered yet you smiled with fondness. "Yes Rin. I'll marry you."

The deal was sealed when his lips met yours and his room bear witness to the love you both have for each other.

[glittering-moonlillie]

Headcannons: Damian Wayne with a reader who loves exotic animals

Damian was no stranger to housing animals. Whether it be cats or turkeys, he loved them all. Oftentimes, he preferred the comfort of his animals rather than his family or friends. He felt like the animals understood him way more than anyone ever could without him having say much

When he got older, he swore to himself that he would get a lover who was just as much of an animal lover as him. He had even fantasized about owning a huge house filled with pets with his lover. An animal sanctuary if you would. 

That is why Damian had his eyes set on you. Your love for animals almost matched his own. It was admirable, the way you seemed to be an animal magnet wherever you went. It was like watching Snow White go about her day. 

But none of this is why he wanted you, no. 

Your love for animals was adorable yes, but it wasn’t that that he was drawn to. It was the certain types of animals you were fond of that made his icy walls melt. 

You and Damian were in his room at the manor having a nice hangout session when the topic of favorite animals were mentioned. Alfred was in your lap snoozing while you were scrolling through Pinterest, occasionally squealing at certain photos. 

Damian couldn’t help it, his curiosity got the better of him. As he looked over your shoulder, he noticed you scrolling through numerous pictures of amphibians, particularly frogs and axolotls. 

“Look at how cute and chunky these animals are, Dami!!” You shoved the phone in his face so he could get a better look. 

These animals indeed were cute, so cute in fact that it almost made Damian jealous. How dare these animals steal your attention away from him? 

“I’ve always wanted to have a huge house with a bunch of frogs and hedgehogs and axolotls and fancy goldfish, but I don’t really have that kind of money and every guy I have been with doesn't really share my…enthusiasm for those types of animals…” You had let out an awkward chuckle, hoping that he didn’t make fun of you like everyone else had. 

Damian almost dropped the phone when he heard those words fall out of your pretty mouth. 

A girl as beautiful as you wishing to have a house with numerous animals just like him? He may as well propose to you right then and there!

Problem was, you guys weren’t even together yet. He can’t possibly propose to you if he does not know if you feel the same way about him! 

So he went with the next best option

“How many frogs were you hoping to foster?”

You stared up at him blankly before responding, “As many as I possibly could in a lifetime. Why?”

This mf couldn’t even hold back his smirk. 

“I suppose I wouldn’t mind adopting some adorable frogs for your enjoyment.”

The squeal you emitted nearly made him deaf but it was worth it just to see that stupidly contagious smile. 

You both agreed that the frogs would stay at the manor since there was more room. Damian was ecstatic about this since it gave you a reason to come over more often. He didn’t tell you this of course. 

When you asked him what he wanted in return, he merely stated that he wanted you to go with him to see a movie you had previously turned down. 

“So…a date?”

“TT, it’s insulting that you would even think that.” 

It totally was a date. 

Give it a few months and you eventually become his beloved.

Give it a few more months after that and he’ll purchase a decently large house for you to adopt as many chunky animals as you wanted.

He still can’t tell if it was the worst or best decision he has ever made. 

Damian had thought he was bad with his habit of bringing home exotic animals, but you really topped the list. Every time you saw another lizard or raccoon or snake that was in need of fostering, you would beg him to let you keep them. 

To this date, he has never said no to you. 

And that is how you and Damian became the parents of 20 happy and adorable animals. 

I am so happy that I have been a been able to keep consistent with this blog, and that people actually seem to like my writings! If you couldn't tell by my banner, I am a huge animal lover (mostly with frogs and axolotls <3)! As a side note, I think it's important to mention that Axolotls are actually extremely endangered and it might not be the best decision to keep them in captivity.

[transingthoseformers]

And now I have a merformers idea concept.

The reason Rodimus trusts Drift is he pulled him out of some fishing net he got tangled in years ago when Drift was drunk on the beach and Drift isn't sure it actually happened.

Ratchet shows up and says the pup is healthy and recognizes Rodimus when he comes for Daycare Drift pickup and chirps cutely in a "you can't be angry at me" way to Ratchet. Ratchet isn't tolerating that and tells Drift Rodimus understands them both just fine even if he can't/doesn't speak back. Rodimus has clearly lost weight due to stress.

The reason Rodimus is alone? And willing to drop off his pup with a human? His school was all wiped out in a horrifying oil spill by a Zeta Shipping Boat that has been all over the news. Rodimus is very rare and the only survivor, so now he's trying to defend the school's territory on his own.

He knows Ratchet because Ratchet's sanctuary was where he recovered afterward and who went to try and reacue the school.

He's Rodimus, so of course, he starts collecting mers from other species.

Which does not happen.

On top of leaving the pup with Drift, he starts bringing Ratchet mers of different species who end up staying around.

Rodimus's mixed school becomes a focus of interest for everyone. And so mor ehuman characters, like Percy, Rewind, and Chromedome show up.

I have cursed myself now I can already tell.

Dammmnn, yes

Yes on him just. Helping Rodimus out one day and roddie deciding "you're my person now"

Yes on Rodimus playing the "I'm just a silly little guy" act

Yes on Ratty calling him out

But also yes on the angst of Todimus straight up not having anyone else to go to and it's a whole thing

Also yes on there being a shitty company named Zeta

Ratchet and Drift are both exasperated but also fond of him and his crew of misfits

[coraniaid]

Top 5 Faith Moments

Okay.  Just sorting these chronologically and not trying to rank them: it was hard enough to cut the list down to five.  But I think these are the most quintessential Faith moments. Not necessarily my favorites, but the moments that reveal the most about who she is.

from Amends (S3E10)

“Thanks, but I got plans. There’s this … big party that I’ve been invited to.”

I know that Amends is not a popular episode around here, and I don’t really care for the stuff with the First myself (except for Buffy’s speech to Angel about the importance of fighting and not giving up, which I think is very good). But I have a bit of a soft spot for it because of the Faith content.

The porch scene later on is more probably more of a crowd pleaser, but – as I think I’ve said before – it was this earlier moment in the episode where Faith as a character really clicked for me. The sad little Christmas decorations in her motel room; the way she immediately assumes (correctly!) that inviting her over wasn’t Buffy’s own idea; and the fact she lies – and lies really badly – about already having plans, rather than admit that, just as she doesn’t have anything in her life beyond Slaying, she doesn’t really have anyone in her life who cares about her except Buffy. Even if Buffy doesn't care about her as much as (or in the way that) Faith wants.

She is such a loser (affectionate).

2. from Consequences (S3E15)

"I've seen it, B. You've got the lust [...] You can’t handle watching me living my own way, having a blast, because it tempts you.  You know it could be you […] There’s my girl."

I think Consequences is probably the best Faith episode -- probably one of the best episodes of Buffy altogether -- and I could have easily picked a few different moments from it. The way Faith keeps trying to convince Buffy (and herself) that she doesn't care about Finch's death. The way she compares herself to Angel when asking why Buffy won't cover for her. Her little muttered "um, sorry" after she lies to Giles about who killed Finch. "I hope evil takes MasterCard".

But I think this scene is probably the best, and the most important for who Faith is as a character: not just a mirror and a shadow to Buffy, but somebody who on some level knows that that's what they are and chafes at the thought of it.

As we'll increasingly see later, Faith is not "having a blast" right now. But part of her is still convinced that, if she can just convince Buffy that she's like her, then somehow everything's going to be okay. Because Buffy is better than other people ("didn't you stop the world from ending?") and so if she and Buffy are the same then so is Faith.

And if she's wrong, if they're not the same after all, well ... maybe she should just try to be more like Angel, then. Didn't Angel just tell her they were a lot alike? And after all, Buffy would have protected Angel. Buffy's into Angel: "Bet a part you even dug him when he went pyscho." Maybe if she were more like Angel, it wouldn't matter if she's wrong that killing Finch didn't matter. Maybe she really wouldn't care.

3. from This Year's Girl (S4E15)

"I know what it’s like.  You think you matter, you think you’re a part of something, and then you get dumped.  It's like the whole world is moving and you're stuck, like those animals in the tar pits. It's like you just keep sinking a little deeper everyday and no-one even sees."

This is both really sad, in a way that echoes Faith's speech to Buffy in Sanctuary a few episodes later ("there's just pain and hate and nothing you do means anything"), and weirdly funny. I mean, with the Mayor dead, Joyce is probably the adult that Faith has the best relationship with in the world at this point. (Faith describes her as "really cool" when she first meets her, she knows that it was her who invited her over for Christmas, and next episode we see that she still has a lot of sympathy for Faith, even after this episode.)

I think that (given her own parental situation), Faith really does feel affronted on Joyce's behalf that Buffy hasn't been around to visit more. And it's not like she has any friends she could go and pour her heart out to about waking up to find that she's been 'dumped'.

But Faith has just broken into Joyce's house and taken her hostage. Faith is holding a knife to her throat. She keeps reminding her that she could and probably will kill her. This is not, perhaps, the best time to complain that her daughter has moved on from Angel to somebody else who still isn't Faith.

4. from Who Are You? (S4E16)

"Because [...] I could do anything I want, and instead I choose to pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness. I mean [...] I could have anything. Anyone. Even you, Spike."

Cannot stress enough that this is the first time Faith has ever met Spike. Five seconds ago she didn't know who she was talking to, she didn't even know he was a vampire. Now she's sharing as detailed a fantasy as late 90s network television would allow on air about just how amazing it be to have sex with Buffy Summers, while complaining bitterly that Buffy is a "stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun".

I ... uh. Somehow I don't think it's Spike that Faith is upset Buffy won't have sex with.

5. from Dirty Girls (S7E18)

"Willow said you needed me. Didn't give it a lot of thought."

I really don’t like the second half of Season 7 much but I think one of its saving graces (after Chosen) is that it brings Faith back to the show.

And I love the dynamic that Faith and Buffy have this season: the way Faith says "Willow says you needed me" with that slight stress on 'needed', as if it perfectly explains why she's here, only to immediately second guess herself and ask if Buffy wants her to leave. The way Buffy awkwardly says she's "glad" that Faith is back in town (echoing the Amends porch scene). All the other callbacks to Seasons 3 and 4, to Consequences and Who Are You?, that the show manages in its last half a dozen episodes.

And I love how quickly the show re-establishes Faith as a major character, and how her relationship with Buffy is both so different and so similar to when she was last in Sunnydale. How the constant throughline of her character throughout both Buffy and Angel is really just "being weirdly obsessed about Buffy Summers all the time", but that obsession evolves from resenting the thought that she should be more like Buffy to trying to persuade or force Buffy to be more like her instead, then trying to do what she thinks Buffy would want her to (go to jail, come back to Sunnydale), and then finally to being forced against her wishes into taking over from Buffy as 'the' Slayer ("this was supposed to be my town!") and realizing how little she really wants that.

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Better Than Revenge

Previous

When they had gotten back, Daryl went right back to dragging her around.

"What are we doing?" She asked.

"Finding Tara." He said.

"Why?"

"She wants what we want." He stated.

Natalia knocked on her door, going to stand with Daryl by a post on Tara's porch.

She lifted his hand, checking his knuckles.

They were already scarred from years before, but she still felt the need to check for new damage.

"You mad at me?" He rasped, looking at the street.

She scoffed.

"No, I was the one agreeing with you. Though, if you got yourself blown up, I'd have been real mad."

"That's fair." Daryl snorted. "You do want this, right?"

"Yes. I need it. What they did... it has to happen, he just doesn't get that, not like us, not like Rosita, or Maggie or Tara... or Sasha. I'm gonna feel bad if innocent people get hurt because of it, but it's not gonna keep me up at night. He took too much from us, that I'm done giving a shit about anyone but in these gates, or the Hilltop and the Kingdom, sorta."

"It's gonna happen, with him on board or not, we're gonna end it, I promised yer that."

The door opened and Tara walked out.

"Hey. You guys just get back?"

"Yeah." Daryl leaned off the post. "We were looking for you."

"I was looking for you guys, too." She admitted. "I wanted to tell you that you were right when you didn't kill Dwight." She spoke to Daryl. "We wouldn't have gotten this far without him."

Natalia doubted that, she still believed he should of done it, they would of figured it out.

"The thing is, I know what you said. But after this, I'm gonna kill him. I want it to be me."

"Maybe it could be you and me both." Daryl offered. "And maybe we don't got to wait so long."

"Have you seen Mich and Rosita around?" Natalia asked looking around the streets. "I haven't seen them yet, would've at least thought they'd say hi. Or Carl."

"Uh, I don't know, I think I saw Carl earlier, not since." Tara told her, when they were getting ready to leave. "But no, I haven't seen Michonne or Rosita all day."

"Oh, okay..."

"Come on, let's go." Daryl told them, getting in one of the garbage trucks the Scavengers left, it was big enough to get the job done.

They got to one outpost in particular, a truck full of speakers playing loud music was driving out.

"Found them." Tara said, spotting Michonne and Rosita running after the truck.

"Hang on." Daryl grunted, putting his foot down, crashing into the truck, knocking the speakers off and breaking them.

Tara jumped out and so had Natalia, shooting the people driving.

"Truck full of speakers, huh?" Daryl stated the obvious as the two woman walked over to them. "That was a Saviour."

"Yeah, it was." Michonne confirmed. "They were scavenging when you guys attacked the Sanctuary. They saw all the walkers around it. It's a cache. They were gonna try and drive the walkers away. That's why they were out here." Michonne looked exhausted.

"Okay, so why are you guys out here? You look like shit, both of you." Natalia told them, slightly pissed off that they went out when they were supposed to be resting, but also didn't bother to wait for her.

"I need to see the Sanctuary." Michonne said.

"We both do." Rosita agreed. "Why are you out here?"

"We got a lot more work to do." Daryl answered. "All of us."

It was a tight fit for all five of them to fit in the cab, but they managed.

Daryl parked, giving a view of the Sanctuary, though it was still far away.

"Here you go. You wanted to see it." Daryl handed Michonne the scope of a rifle, using it as a binocular.

"So what do you need us for?" Rosita asked.

"We're gonna end it. Right now." Natalia told them.

Daryl started the truck again.

"Our people are gonna be at the Sanctuary soon, asking for their surrender." Tara reminded. They were all out the truck, Daryl was still assessing the place.

"We're almost there." Rosita told her.

"That's why we do it. We make it happen." Daryl said.

"So we cover you with crossfire from the upper windows, you crash the truck into the walkers and through to the building." Michonne clarified.

After hearing the plan, Natalia was very much against it.

"Yep, crack it open, Saviour buffet." Tara said.

"You know the workers will make it away, up the stairs?" Rosita asked.

"They're on the other side of the building. They should make it." Daryl told her, the same thing he told Rick.

"You sure?"

"After we do this, their only choice is to give up."

"It's risky. They could see the truck comin'."

"There weren't any more weapons at the Saviours' warehouse, right?" Tara asked. "No more rockets for the RPGs. We work with what we got."

"You got me." Morgan walked over to them, coming out of nowhere. "Other snipers, too. Saviours see you comin', we got you covered, whatever it takes. I want it done. I want them done."

"Good. So we doing this or not?" Daryl asked.

"Why don't we just wait it out, like we planned?" Rosita said. "Nat, what do you think?"

She looked up from chewing her nail, all eyes on her.

"Bad play." She said, shaking her head. "It's not thought through."

"Like hell it ain't." Daryl told her.

"I don't like it, and I don't want you to go through with it either, something bad is going to happen, I'm not gonna let it."

"The truck with the speakers almost took all those walkers away." Tara said. "It almost did go bad. Something else could."

"Even if it don't, we don't got the Kingdom fighters no more. I mean, if the Saviours want to put up a fight, we don't got the numbers to make 'em surrender."

"That's why Ricks talking to the Scavengers." Rosita told Daryl.

"You got shot. They lied to us. You believe 'em now?" Tara instigated.

"I believe in Rick Grimes." Rosita stated.

"I could've done something... sooner, to end this. I knew about those weapons at Oceanside, and I waited. I didn't do shit about it." Tara stepped forward. "With or without you, I'm not letting that happen again."

"Then its without me." Rosita opted out. "I'm out."

"We got some cars parked near the east-side lookout. You can take one and go home." Morgan told her.

She looked to Michonne.

"You staying?" She asked. "You good with all this?"

"I helped get this started. Got to see it through."

"You think it's easier to come out here and risk than to stay back there and wait. And I get it, I used to believe that too. Thing is, sometimes you just have to wait. Sometimes you don't get to know. I just wish it didn't take seeing Sasha walk out of that coffin to realise it." Rosita then walked away.

"Come on. Let's go." Daryl said.

"No." Natalia told him, shutting the door when he opened it. "Don't do this."

"Nat, you can either come with us, or you can leave with her, without me, we both want this, I'm making that happen." Daryl said.

"You're going to get yourself killed. I'm not allowing that."

"Then walk away." He gestured to where Rosita left.

"How could you say that?" She looked at him with offense. "Why would you even say that?"

"Told ya, doing this with or without ya, so either get in the cab or leave, we're wasting time."

"Daryl." She tried.

"I ain't giving up on this. I want you here with me. I ain't dying neither, this is gonna work." He told her, his harsh tone dropping only slightly. "It will."

Natalia thought on it for a second.

The last time they had split up, Dwight happened, and they vowed to never leave each others side after being separated for a week, one of the worst weeks in both their lives, since then, they hadn't been apart, not since the day before, when they started this war.

"Okay," She nodded. "Okay, yeah, fine."

Daryl sighed a breath of relief.

"It's gonna work, Swear it." He reassured her, cupping his wife's face, kissing her hairline. "Alright, come on."

He opened the cab door again, helping her up before getting in himself.

Tara and Michonne were seated, giving the couple space to discuss in private.

Daryl started the truck, driving forward.

"Hey, cut that engine." Morgans voice rang through the radio after a while, Natalia was holding it, beside Daryl. "Any closer, you'll draw walkers from the yard.

Daryl listened, shutting the large truck off.

"Here." He said, passing the scope over so that they could take a look, Tara accepted it, Michonne and Natalia still doubted the plan, both not wanting to be there, but having their own reasons.

"You take fire from the windows, we fire back." Morgan's voice came through, again.

"Come on." Tara coaxed them. "There's a spot for cover by the chutes."

"You up for this?" Daryl asked, when Michonne hadn't moved.

"I came here 'cause I wanted to see things for myself. I wanted to know that things were gonna work. But you know what? I don't get to know that. None of us do. What I do know is that things are working now. So maybe... we just need to trust that things are gonna keep working. Because this... what we're about to do... It's not worth risking us."

"It is for me." Daryl said. "Just is."

Natalia felt her heart shatter all over again, he was willing to die for this, even if it didn't even work out, he was willing to leave her alone, when they could do it another way.

Natalia couldn't watch that happen, not for a second time.

"I'm going." Natalia said, climbing over the seats so she could leave the truck. "I hope this is worth it, I really do. I'm done. I- I can't." She shook her head, leaving, walking away from the truck.

She hadn't even heard him try to stop her, or say goodbye, nothing.

She heard footsteps following her, Michonne's.

She wiped at her cheeks, brushing away the tears she hadn't meant to let fall.

"I believe they can do it. I think so. I just can't go through with it." Michonne said.

Natalia didn't answer.

"Hey." Michonne grabbed her shoulder, stopping her from walking. "He's gonna pull this off, and get back. He will, he always does."

"You heard him." Natalia said. "I can't. I set myself up."

"What do you mean?" Michonne asked.

"When I was working things out, realising some stuff. Basically doing a pros and cons list. Well, my very first con was this, throwing himself into danger because for some reason he doesn't value his life... no matter the people who care about him." She sighed. "And I did it anyway, I fell in love with him, because I don't learn from my lessons."

"Nat. He's gonna do it, and he's gonna come home, okay, this is Daryl we're talking about, this is the least scariest thing he's done. He's not gonna die."

"You don't know that. I thought that about other people too. They survive until they don't. I just- I can't watch that, I can't put myself through it, I tried to stop him and he refused, because he doesn't care about what happens to him. He's the most selfish selfless person ever, and I hate it, but its always a reason why I love him, 'cause I'm an idiot."

"You're not an idiot." Michonne sighed.

"No, I am. Because it doesn't matter how many times he does this, I'm still going to love him, and wait for him to get back, just so I can try and fail to stop him the next time."

"No, that just makes you normal. If you're an idiot, then I guess I am too, because I did the same exact thing, our advantage though, is that they don't die, no matter how hard they seem to try." Michonne told her.

Eventually the five had all managed to get back, Daryl and Tara had completed their mission, though Natalia was avoiding the man, instead, sat with Evie, Judith and Michonne as the two children painted, whilst everyone else prepared for the next stage of war.

"We'll be back soon. I'll bring your daddy, too, okay?" Michonne told Judith. "Can you say bye-bye?"

"Bye-bye." Judith copied.

Causing a giggle out of the two women.

"I'll look after her." Evie said. "We're making tigers, right Jude?" Evie cooed.

"Great..." Natalia said through her teeth.

"Well, thank you Evie, she's gonna learn from the best." Michonne told the little girl, brushing Judith's hair.

"Yeah, we can put one in a picture frame, and Daryl can hang it up, right mom?"

Michonne stifled a laugh at Natalia's uncomfortableness.

"Y'know what, I'm sure Ezekiel would just love a picture of Shiva, maybe you could give it to him, as a thank you for his help?" Natalia told her.

"Oh! Okay, yeah, we're gonna make thank you cards, for Maggie and Jesus as well, huh, Judy, you wanna do that?"

"Yeh." She answered, though they wondered if she knew what she just signed herself up for.

"That's very kind, thank you, girls." Michonne kissed Evie's hair, whilst Natalia did the same to Judith.

"Bye, Eves, I love you." Natalia told her, brushing her blonde hair away from her face.

"Love you, mom." Evie kissed her cheek. "Can you tell Daryl as well, that I love him, too?"

"If I see him, babe, but you can tell him yourself, if you see him. I know he's really busy at the moment."

"Okay, I will."

After their conversation when Daryl and Natalia had got back, they had established that they were a family now, but she had yet to call Daryl the d word, he was fine with that, but if she wanted to call him it, he wasn't going to stop her, they'd made it clear to Evie that everything was on her terms, and they'd both go along with what she wanted.

"He's walking towards us." Michonne muttered as they climbed up the bank from the wide pond.

"Have I got time to run?"

"Nope, he's looking right at us."

"Hey." Daryl greeted them.

"Hi." Michonne replied, nudging Natalia. "I'm glad you came back, it's better if we go out there together."

"It worked." He said, glancing between the two, Natalia was looking everywhere but at him. "We'll roll in, tell them to give up. They're gonna give up."

"I'm sorry." Michonne told him. "I couldn't."

"Don't be. It worked." He said, pointedly, watching Natalia now.

"Alright then." Michonne nodded, walking away.

Natalia was going to follow her, but Daryl grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving.

"Hey."

She looked up at him.

"What?"

"You're not gonna say hi to me?" He asked.

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

"What's wrong? Somethin' happen?" He assessed her, checking for injuries, holding her face in his hand.

"No, nothing's wrong." She sighed. "I'm glad you came home."

"I always do." He told her. "Y'know that, don't get why you'd be worried."

"In case you don't." She looked back at him, holding his wrist, his thumb was rubbing circles against her cheek. "Wish you'd value your life a little bit more, least for the people who love you, for me."

"Nat, I'm gonna always come back to you, no matter what's holding me back, I'm doing this for you, for Evie, to make this a better place to live in, I knew what I was doing, an' it worked."

"I know." She whispered. "Just, if I lost you... I don't think I'd ever be able to get back from that, I can't lose you, I- I can't." Her voice broke.

"Hey, hey, hey." He soothed, bringing her into his arms, hugging the woman. "I ain't going nowhere, I ain't leaving you anytime soon, I just got ya, I ain't giving you up for anything, I'd kill the grim reaper if it means being with you forever."

Natalia's arms tightened around him.

"Ain't nothing gonna happen to me, to you, Evie, any of us, ain't gonna ever let that happen." He told her.

Natalia pulled away, brushing his hair away from his face, from the cut above his brow.

"I love you." She said, "With every part of me, I love you so much, I'd live through a thousand walker outbreaks, as long as it meant I got to be with you every time."

Daryl kissed her, hard, as if it were their last.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, in ma whole life." He leaned his head against hers. "Greatest thing that's ever happened. I love you."

Natalia kissed him, at his confession. For someone who claimed to be bad with his words, he always had the right things to say.

"I'm gonna go see if anything else needs prepping, Evie was looking for you." She said, looking at him, in his beautiful blue eyes. "She's down there with Jude, they're making thank you cards for all the leaders."

"Who's idea was that?" He asked, raising his brows.

"Hers, after I told her she could give her tiger painting to Ezekiel, so we didn't have to frame it in our house..." She looked away, wincing, scratching her brow.

Daryl let out a chuckle, kissing her head.

"I'll go talk to her." He said, walking away from his wife, their fingers entwined until they were too far away from each other.

When it was dark, Michonne and Natalia went in search of Carl, neither of them had seen him for the whole day, apart from when they got back and he was planting a tree, they were missing their other best friend.

They had found him lifting a manhole, leading to the sewers.

"Carl?" Natalia called.

He looked up at them, a bag was beside his feet.

"We've been looking for you." Michonne said. "We're about ready to head out."

"What are you doing?" Natalia asked.

"I'm helping someone." He confessed. "A traveller."

"In the sewer?" Michonne raised a brow at him.

"Are they some type of crocodile person, or something?" Natalia asked, wondering who the hell would be in a sewer willingly.

A clanging sound came from the gates.

"You may be wondering why the hell your lookouts didn't sound the alarm." The voice of Negan came through a speaker.

He was alive, and at Alexandria, how was that possible?

"See, we are polite. I mean, I don't know when they're gonna wake up from that kind of shock, but they should wake up. So lets just cut through the cow shit... You lose. It's over. So you're gonna line up in front of your little houses and you're gonna work up some apologies, and then the person with the lamest one is gonna get killed. Then I kill Rick in front of everybody, and we move on. You have three... count 'em... three minutes to open this gate, or we start bombing the shit out of you!"

Natalia looked behind her, everyone was gathering around, Daryl was carrying Evie in his arms as he met her gaze.

"They got out." Michonne whispered.

"How?" Natalia hissed.

"Come on." Carl walked to the entrance of the sewer as the two women stared in horror.

"Nat." Carl called. "Michonne. Come on!"

They followed him as they ran to evacuate.

"You need to make it look like we're escaping out back. Get to the woods, halfway to the quarry, and cut the lights." Carl ordered as he handed bagged up supplies. "Get enough of a lead on them, hit them, and get away on foot. You know where we'll be. Just have to get guns, get everyone else here, and we'll meet you there."

"Two minutes, people!" Negan called. "Dig deep. I want these apologies to be memorable. Bonus points for creativity. Work up a poem, sing a song. I love that shit. Natalia, honey, hope you're gonna set an example, we've all seen how you can beg, I wanna see that."

"Get going. There's gonna be people in the infirmary." Carl told a few Alexandrians as they ran.

"Look, we got guns. We can fight them." Tara said.

"We will, but not now." Rosita told her.

"There's children and sick people, they're our priority." Natalia said, walking past Daryl, Evie was hiding her face in the crook of his neck, she stroked the girls head.

"Carl, we can't just let them have this place." Michonne said, she was angry.

"We can." He told her. "All we need to do is survive tonight. This is my show. You said it."

"He's right, we're gonna do Carls plan." Natalia backed him up.

"Let's go!" He ordered.

"One minute! One minute!" Negan called.

They didn't have a lot of time so they had to move fast.

"Okeydokey!" Negan's voice boomed, when time was up. "Brought this on yourself, Rick. See, I was willing to work with you. All you had to do was follow a few very simple rules. Now. Well, I see that you got to go! Scorched earth, you dick!"

Carl climbed on top of the perch as everyone else continued with the plan.

"He's not home." He told Negan, the guns trained on his presence.

"Oh-ho-holy shit! Everybody hold your fire. It's Carl. Look at you. Answering the door like a big boy." His voice was still coming through the speakers. "I am so proud. Daddy's not home, huh? Well, I guess he's gonna get back to a big old smoky surprise."

"There's families in here." Carl said. "Kids. My little sister. My friends daughter."

"Well, that shit just breaks my heart." Negan replied. "There's kids at the Sanctuary. You must've seen 'em. Even had a little baby at one of the outposts. I wonder what happened to her. None of this shit's fair, kid. Hell, you know that. You had to kill your own mom. That is screwed up. Ergo, we need someone in charge who's willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that shit doesn't happen. Oh. Wait. That's me"

"Bad stuff does happen, but we can figure this out." Carl said. "We can stop this."

"Oh, now you want to talk?" Negan asked. "See, your dad had it that I died, no matter what. He gave my people a choice. Not me. Now we're gonna need a new understanding. Apologies, punishm..."

"Kill me." Carl cut him off.

"What did you say?" Negan asked.

"If you have to kill someone... if there has to be punishment, then kill me. I'm serious."

"You want to die?"

"No, I don't. But I will. It's gonna happen. And if... if me dying could stop this... If it can make things different... for us, for you, for all those other kids... it'd be worth it. I mean, was this the plan? Was it supposed to be this way? Is this who you wanted to be?"

All the cars were ready, Evie was with Judith, they were being taken care of, whilst Natalia and Daryl sat in the large truck, the others following.

"Ready?" He asked her, as he had his hand out the window, to signal when to go.

"As ever." She sighed.

Daryl started the engine, putting his arm down then drove forward, taking out the gate, driving straight through two cars that had been parked in front, an attempt to block them.

They had reached their destination, where Carl had told them to go, ready to take down any Saviours they saw.

Alexandria was being destroyed, everything was up in flames, their home was gone.

"They didn't get out because of what we did with the truck." Tara told Daryl as they crouched in the low grass.

"Even if they did, it was just a mistake." Rosita said. "And I made one too. If I hadn't gone to the Sanctuary to kill Negan, maybe Sasha would still be alive. Maybe she would've gone herself. Maybe everything would've ended up exactly the same way. I didn't want you guys to do it, but maybe you needed to. Maybe you needed to play things out to figure shit out."

"We've all made mistakes, there's stuff I could've done, and there's stuff I shouldn't of done, either way, maybe more people would've died, or there'd be people still alive. Nothing we can do about it now." Natalia sighed.

"Where the hell are they?" Michonne asked.

A car appeared, catching their attention.

Daryl pulled the tab of an bomb, chucking it into the road.

"That's Laura and Dwight" Natalia squinted, seeing the two people in the car. "The pricks who were in charge of us at the Sanctuary. How perfect."

All the vehicles had appeared.

"Now!" Daryl ordered.

Everyone fired their guns, as the cars slowed to a stop.

Bodies dropped, and soon enough, none of the Saviours were left standing.

"It's over." The voice of Dwight shouted.

They ran out, finding him hiding behind a car, Tara kicked away his gun. "I made sure you guys could get out the back. I drove the convoy right up to the roadblock. I knew what it was."

Daryl lowered his gun.

"I can't go back. One of 'em got away. She's gonna tell them."

"Who?" Natalia asked.

He shook his head not answering.

Natalia reached for him, pressing on the gunshot wound, causing him to hiss in pain.

"Who was it?" She demanded.

"Laura." He admitted in defeat. "She ran."

"Which direction?" Natalia looked up past the car. "Tell me!"

"I- I don't know."

"Nat." Rosita reached for her.

"No" She shrugged her off.

"Nat, come on, we'll find her, not now." Rosita pulled her up, away from him.

"How'd they get out?" Daryl continued to interrogate. "Was it what I did?"

"Eugene." Dwight replied. "I can still help you. I know how they work, how Negan thinks. I want you to win. I want Negan to die. And we can settle up after."

Daryl grabbed a hold of him, ripping his beloved vest off the man, walking away.

"We need to get back... now." Michonne appeared, from gathering all the guns from the dead Saviours.

Rosita took care of Dwight.

"I'm gonna go find her." Natalia said, checking her bullet count.

"No." Michonne told her, "We need to go to the others."

"And I'm going to kill her, you guys can go without me."

"Nah." Daryl said. "You ain't."

"What?"

"Nat, we need to leave." Tara tried.

"No. I need to do this."

"You're coming with us, no debating about it." Daryl said, taking her gun out of her hands.

"You don't get to tell me that, after what you've done, and you" She pointed at Tara. "You have your guy, as soon as he drains himself of anything useful, you guys get what you want. She's out there, alone, that's my chance to end it, I want this."

"You ain't!" He snapped. "You ain't running off on your own, I'll help you find her, after we get back and make sure everyone's okay, but you're coming with us, so drop it."

"Natalia, I know you're angry, okay, everyone understands that, after what she did to you, but now isn't the time." Michonne tried. "We all want that for you, but not right now, just come with us."

"I'll even go with you." Rosita offered. "If you just leave with us."

Next

[avelera]

AAAAA i cant tell you how excited i am about your new fic!! Esp Love love love the huge contrast in hob in the first chapter compared to your other fics. (given sanctuary anon back from the ether)

Thank you! Yeah I am having SO VERY MUCH FUN writing 1589 Hob who is by far the most audacious and the least self-aware of all the eras of Hob. He's had 200 years of meteoric rise beyond anything anyone of his birth could hope to attain and not a single setback to check his instincts. As far as 1589 Hob is concerned, the more he pushes for what he wants, the more he wins. Why in the world would he bother with modesty or hesitation, then? He's going to be absolutely awful in the 1589 fic for that reason, though there is still that thread of sincerity to him, particularly with regards to Dream. They are genuinely awful for each other in this era, a powder keg of disdain and irritation and arrogance and attraction to the right person at the wrong time that makes them at once infuriating and irresistible to each other as a result. And I can't wait.

That said, I think one of the reasons I kind of... had to write a bit of 1589 Hob before I could finish up Giving Sanctuary and get into the sequel is because after writing over 100,000 words of Hob at his very lowest in 1689, I kind of needed to go back and remember who he was before all that happened? Like, it would be far too easy to have Hob learn all of these important lessons in GS and find the love of his life and rebuild his broken self confidence as a result, only to keep him in this sort of cringing low self-esteem just because it's what I'm used to writing? So I wanted to take a moment to go all out on who Hob was before the 1600s broke him. Obviously in Giving Sanctuary he's not going to be 1598 Hob, he's grown so much and learned so many lessons since then, but this canny bandit and all-around arrogant fuckboi was there at some point, and Hob regaining his self confidence even if its tempered now with wisdom is going to contain elements of that 1500s nobleman.

Because here's the thing, all my centennial AUs are still the same Hob. The only difference is the one thing went different so they get more time with Dream sooner. So like, obviously Giving Sanctuary doesn't happen in the Joke's On You 'verse, and it also doesn't happen in the Come live with me 'verse, but the Hob you meet in the first chapter of each of those is like... still the same person in my mind? It's still the progression of who he would have been? Which means for as whacky and weird as the 1589 fic is going to be, this is still the Hob we meet in Giving Sanctuary! Like, these "fuck you" thoughts about the nobility are still thoughts that, at one point, Giving Sanctuary Hob had 100 years before the events of the story. I might stress certain characteristics over others depending on the genre, but they're all the same person.

Anyway, Giving Sanctuary's last chapter and sequel is still coming, I promise! All of my fics are. The delay is genuinely a matter of having to hold down a day job, if I could get a month off I'd get so far in all (*checks watch*) four of my Dreamling centennial AU fics? Which I so badly wish I could do ;___;

[realgothmen]

Saint Seiya Headcanons

Part 1 - Bronze Saints Protagonists

Pegasus Seiya

Bisexual — with a preference for men

Gender Fluid (She/He/They) — wears a mask that flows towards the feminine

He has ADD, and, of the group, he is the one least impacted by PTSD

Currently, he gets along well with Shaina — She was the one who gave him the mask

Play Pokemon with Shun — He loves video games

He used to have a crush on Saori, but today they are just friends — Saori sees him as her best friend (she is lesbian)

He's dating Ikki — no one knows because no one questioned them

He helps Hyoga with Japanese — He speaks very quickly and informally, so Hyoga barely understands

He and Shiryu spend a lot of time together, because they have many tastes in common — they both love Japanese pop music, soccer and the same cartoons and comics

He once had red hair, because he saw a photo of a young Aiolia who dyed his hair that color — he only has short hair because of Aiolia

He has some strands of his hair dyed purple — inspired by Saori and to match Ikki

He still doesn't speak Greek very well — Marin and Touma continue to help him

He lived in an apartment with Marin, Touma and Seika until he became a Sagittarius Saint

Andromeda Shun

Bisexual — with a preference for women

Cis Man (He/His)

He became deaf after the battle of Poseidon — He wears hearing aids and knows sign language

PTSD — has episodes of depersonalization after being possessed by Hades (he prefers not to remember this)

He doesn't like Sorrento (I think you can guess the reason) — Seriously, they can't leave these two in the same room without Shun trying to kill him

Saori taught him how to paint and draw, but he does better with photography — so Saori gave him a quality camera for his birthday

He doesn't leave the house much — but he'll go anywhere with Seiya if he asks

Once, without telling anyone, he went to Siberia just to visit Hyoga — it was a shock for him and Shun's roommates who thought he was kidnapped

He and Shiryu learn j-pop and Kate Bush choreography (Seiya and Shunrei recorded everything)

He dyed Ikki's black hair blue after the battle of Hades — Shun also does Ikki's makeup lol

He lived with June and Ikki (when Ikki is around) in an apartment until he became the Virgo Saint — yes, June was living alone when Ikki went to the Leo Temple (poor girl)

He and June play board games

He has brown hair, but he spent almost every battle with it dyed green — and he dyed his hair dark red when he returned from Hell

He previously dated Scylla Io, but they broke up before the battle of Poseidon

Cygnus Hyoga

Asexual gay — Homoromantic

Trans man (he/him)

He's had PTSD since his mother's death — it got worse after the battles, but the other Bronzes and Saori are helping him

He and Saori paint their nails together — they also tell each other Sanctuary gossip

He doesn't speak Japanese well — he has a strong accent

Hyoga doesn't admit it but he likes hanging out with Seiya — they both go to arcades a lot

Shun constantly goes to Siberia or the Aquarius Temple just to talk to Hyoga — he likes it, but he refuses to admit it

He has had several jobs (he was fired from them all) — including: hairdresser, bartender, night dancer (funny story), secretary and pharmacist

He once tried to shave Shiryu's hair when he was working as a hairdresser

He played cupid for Seiya and Ikki — seriously, he was the one who organized their first date

He has a photograph of Camus and Isaak on the wall of the Aquarius Temple — he's not completely over it, but he's gotten used to the pain

Dragon Shiryu

Pansexual — no preferences

Cis Man (he/they)

He's still blind, but it doesn't even affect him anymore

He is self-functioning autistic and has PTSD — He has hyperfocus on superhero comics

He sews A LOT — It helps him control some crises

Shunrei (and sometimes Seiya) braids his hair — Shiryu looks beautiful

He is of Chinese descent and his mother language is Mandarin — Unlike some people, he speaks Japanese and Greek very well

He helped Hyoga get several of his many jobs — Hyoga only became a pharmacist with Shiryu's help

Seiya, Shun and him went to a Kate Bush concert

He's Saori's right-hand man — He can use Excalibur because of this (it's just one of the reasons)

He gives great advice — especially to Ikki

He and Shunrei are almost married — they lived together (until he went to the Libra Temple) and have two children

He has some very strange dreams about Shura — and it's just about Shura, not Dohko or Deathmask, just Shura

Genbu calls him "Rapunzel" — in the original story Rapunzel's prince becomes blind lol

Phoenix Ikki

Bisexual — with a preference in men

Demi boy (he/she/they)

has hallucinations because of PTSD — sometimes has violent reactions

He paints a lot — Saori taught him

He dates Seiya — and doesn't understand why no one notices, why the two never let go of each other and he stays more at the Sagittarius Temple than at Leo's

He wears makeup and a skirt when no one is looking — only Shun and Seiya know and they even do his makeup

He asks Shiryu for a lot of advice — Ikki is very insecure when making decisions

He likes birds — he draws birds and gives the drawings to Seiya

He gets along very well with Kanon, the two have many tastes in common — they like the same films, series and video games

He listens to Shakira — loves Estoy Aquí

He still doesn't know that it was Hyoga who organized his dates with Seiya

[ravenrose18]

My Personal Savior

Chapter 3- Reunion in Ruin

Raven sees all the men come out of the building and a woman backs away from the gate and holds her hands up she only has a pistol, a set of knives, and a crossbow with a backpack of course. She keeps her head down, barely showing her face she keeps her hands up

"I was just looking for shelter. I didn't know this place was occupied it looked abandoned." She says softly, glancing up with her icy blue eyes looking around her, not knowing what's going to happen next.

Even though Raven was keeping her hands up and away from her weapons, Arat remained on high alert. After everything that she and the Saviors had faced during the apocalypse, she couldn't help but be cautious. One wrong choice could compromise everything that they had worked so hard for.

Arat's eyes scanned over the new face once more, taking note of how shy and nervous Raven seemed. Of course, anyone would react that way with a gun in their face, but she was still a little worried that Raven might have other intentions than just settling down."You're looking for shelter?" She repeated, her voice expressing her skepticism, "Who told you that we were letting people in?"

Raven looks up at her keeping her hands up and shakes her head "Nobody I just saw this place and thought it was abandoned I thought I could take shelter here I don't mean to be a bother or a threat of any kind but I only hurt people if they threatened me or intend to hurt me. But you're trying to stay on guard, and I get it. I have been alone this whole living in the woods and finding whatever shelter or food I can." She says softly

Arat listened closely to what Raven said. As sincere as it seemed, she still wasn't quite sure about how to regard her.

"How do we know that you're telling the truth? I mean, staying alone this entire time? You didn't join a group even once?" She had just begun to open her mouth to speak again, but before a single word could be uttered, something interrupted her. It was a whistle, a simple one with just two notes. A high note to a low note, a brief pause, then the same thing over again.

As innocent as it seemed, the men's fierce expressions lightened, fear shining in their eyes. They lowered their weapons and moved away from the gate, giving room to whoever was approaching. A deep, grave voice chuckled before speaking up. "Arat, is that any way to be speaking to our guests?" Soon, Negan strolled up to the gate, curious about what the fuss was all about. His trademark grin was stretched across his lips. Lucille was casually lying upon his shoulder, her polished barbed wire glistening in the fading sunlight. His eyes didn't look at the visitor just yet. Instead, he turned his gaze to Arat.

Arat sighed, avoiding his eyes for a moment before eventually making eye contact. "Sorry, Boss. You can't be too careful these days."

"The hardworking people of the Sanctuary are what makes this whole operation. Remember that the next time you try to turn down the miracle of an eager, able-bodied person who saunters up to our gates." Though he didn't raise his voice, it was clear that she got the message. Arat nodded, apologizing once more before taking a step back.

Raven closes her eyes, and then she hears the whistle she looks at the men, and then the woman, At their reaction and noticing the man walking up he must be the leader/ boss of this place.

But once Raven heard that voice, she couldn't believe her ears she thought she never hear his voice again, let alone see him again. After she left once she found out bout Lucille's diagnosed cancer she had to get out of there she didn't want to come between her and Negan while they figured out everything Raven even knew about Negan cheating on Lucille but never said anything. She tries to stay strong and act like she doesn't know him yet. After she went back home to kill her parents after the apocalypse started, she went back to Negan's house, and it was burnt to the ground she didn't know if Negan was still alive or not. She just stood there looking down as the hood covered her face, and she kept her hands up. Negan turned his eyes away from Arat, placing his full, undivided attention on Raven. He didn't recognize her yet, due to her face being hidden from sight. "Sorry about that, sweetheart. You'll have to excuse my dear friend, Arat, here. She's a fiery one." He spoke with a grin. After a moment, he glanced her over, taking note of the weapons that he could see. Although, he didn't seem too bothered by them, for his bravado never wavered. He took a small step forward, leaning into the step a little. "So, I overheard that you want to join our little group. Well, you are more than welcome to skip your merry way in, but that's only if you're willing to work like everyone else here. You pull your part, and you'll get food, a place to lay your weary head, and protection from everything out there that wants to kill you." He moved his hand a little to hold Lucille a little more comfortably before continuing to speak. "Now, to me, that sounds like a damn good deal.

So, what do you say?"Raven glances up slightly at him she sees his face and recognizes him immediately she is in shock but she doesn't want to get in the way or be a distraction for him being a leader here maybe they get alone later and catch up. "I'm willing to help in any way I can. I know how to scavenge, hunt, track, and I know how to defend myself, and I know how to kill." She says softly as she puts her hands down and starts messing with her necklace. When she is nervous or starts getting anxious, it helps her calm down. She hopes Negan hasn't changed a lot to where it's a different Negan than who she once knew before the apocalypse, but everybody changes because the apocalypse makes people do crazy and unthinkable things. He watched her glance up but didn't quite catch her facial features. From what he could tell, she seemed a little familiar, but he didn't think too much of it. After all, he could have seen her at some neighboring community while on a supply run. People from other communities had joined them before. His smile brightened as he heard her list her talents.

She was exactly the type of person that they needed. "Well, then. What are we waiting for? Let the poor girl in." He looked to one of the men, who, without a moment of hesitation, opened up the gate for her to walk inside. Negan's eyes trailed back over to her before landing on the pendant as she messed with it, his smile fading slightly. It was the same necklace he had given Raven. His eyes jumped from the necklace over to her face, but unfortunately, he couldn't see it. Then the sinking feeling hit. If this wasn't Raven, then how would the girl get that necklace? Of course, she could have just bought one similar before the outbreak. Negan momentarily pushed the thought of the necklace aside. He'd ponder on it later when he was alone. He forced his smile right back, waiting for her to walk into the Sanctuary. The old Negan was still in there, but he was overshadowed by what he'd become. Now and then, the old him would slip out, but it wasn't often.

Raven smiles softly and nods as she walks past the gate and looks around her she is going to keep her guard up she may have been invited in by Negab but that doesn't mean she will trust anybody she follows Negan into the building she needs to get alone with him she doesn't want their reunion to be witnessed by everyone in his group. "Do you mind showing me around and maybe if it's okay to clean up umm... I like to have a moment alone with the leader of this group to know what is accepted and the rules." She says

They immediately closed the gate behind her. A few stayed there to keep guard in case of anyone else, but everyone else began to disperse to do their own thing. A group of 5 stayed with her and Negan as they walked into the sanctuary, acting as guards in case anything were to go wrong.

Negan didn't seem fazed in the slightest by the requests. After all, that was normal stuff that he had heard every single time, just delivered differently. However, the last bit piqued his interest. His brows raised and he stopped in place, flipping around to face her. He leaned back a little, his mouth slightly agape. A scoff of amusement escaped his lips before he smiled once again. "Well, that's a new one. Usually, Laura is the one to tell the rules since people are too scared to ask me themselves, but this is a breath of fresh air. Finally, someone with some guts from the get-go." He stood upright once more, before looking to the followers. He gave a gesture with his hand for them to disperse, and though a little reluctant, they did as they were told. Once they had left, Negan put his attention back on her. "So, what does the lady of the hour want to do first?"

Raven smiles and giggles "How bout we talk in private first in your room? I don't feel comfortable being around so many people and I might as well talk to the man himself and know who I'm putting my trust and life to. I don't trust people easily and like I told Arat I was alone this whole time that's why I never was in a group." She says

Negan looked even more surprised by the request, his smile brightening. Whoever this was, Raven or not, he already had respect for. No one in that Sanctuary was brave enough to be completely alone in the same room with him. Even his second in command, Simon, feared Negan at times. However, a possible stranger was willing to put themselves in a vulnerable situation, having only just arrived there. That either meant that they were crazy, or extremely brave. Either way, he saw that as a win. "Well, shit. This just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?" He gestured for her to follow him, before beginning to make the journey to his room. His worn, black cowboy boots echoed on the concrete floor as he walked.

Raven smiles and walks with him toward his room she knows as soon as she gets in that room with him she is going to reveal herself to him by taking off her jacket since her body is covered in scars from all the abuse she has gone through with tattoos he is sure going to recognize her. She may think this might be a bit of a weird request and whoever is nearby watching might think she is crazy but if Negan was going to hurt her to show he is a leader and show people to fear him then she might as well show she is not afraid of him or anyone. She was getting warm with her leather jacket so she unzipped it showing a black tank top underneath. She wore black ripped jeans with combat boots. She was surprised to find the boots in a store to replace her old ones.

It didn't take too long for them to reach his room. Inside, it looked like some kind of hotel suite. A Queen size bed with a fancy gray comforter and matching pillows, realistic fake plants, wicker lampshades on floor lamps, two designer armchairs with a triangle pattern embroidered on the fabric, extravagant vases, and a pronghorn's head mounted on the wall. Other than that, there was a leather couch, a glass coffee table, a modern shelf filled with books, some fancy rugs, a stereo, and a few other things. He stood aside from the door, gesturing for her to enter the room ahead of him. "Ladies first."

Raven looks at him and smiles as she walks into his room as she looks around she takes off her backpack and sets it beside the couch. Raven has her back towards him and she takes off her jacket and puts it on the back of the couch and she stretches. "Oh, your room is very nice. Man, it feels good to let my skin breathe I never take my jacket off." She says as she looks down at the tattoo she got with Negan on her forearm.

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[bts5sosempire]

𝙹𝙹𝙺 𝙼𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗(𝚜): 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎-𝚄𝚙

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: various x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1,050

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, slight n-fw on toji's part

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "you have been wanting to doll up your boyfriend's face for a while now, and it's up to them to accept it."

Gojo Satoru:

It didn't take long to convince him to allow you to cake his face, all it took you was a few words before your sentence was cut off, and an instant 'yes' was blurted out, which made you do a double take, but you shouldn't be surprised. After all, Gojo always says he looks good no matter what he does, even if he were to wear a potato sack.

So here you are, after telling him to wash his face and prepping his skin. Gojo was very hands-on in which makeup he would like to add to his face, but you were jealous that his glass skin is so smooth when applying the skincare product; it's almost as soft as a baby's bum, and the way it shines at every angle could blind you or anyone if he were to go out in public. You and Gojo share the same skin care products since he doesn't let you use cheap ones, but why is his skin better than yours?

"Alright, it's done." You told him, standing back and closing the eye shadow palette close. Gojo didn't need false lashes or mascara since his own was long enough to make lovely obscure curtains, God, this man doesn't lack anything in the look department, does he? It's more like he had robbed the department itself in the process. Gojo opens his eyes and flutters them at you before striking some poses on the chair. He then turns around and looks at himself in the mirror.

"Ouuu, I look good." He compliments, checking himself out. "My baby does such a good job that I felt like a whole new man. Even my nose and jawline look sharper too."

You cross your arms and look at him from where you stand, "You're welcome."

Gojo: "Is my baby jealous of my looks?"

You: "I'm taking it off."

Gojo: "I'm just kidding!"

You went over to your bed.

"My baby! My angel-" Gojo saw you pull something out of a small plastic bag, "Not the makeup wipes!"

Nanami Kento:

You have to beg the man as if you were praying for rain on your drought land that's dying from the sun. Nanami had shot you down multiple times, and before you could even open your mouth, he knew and already said 'no.' You deflated like a pancake. But today was a rare day; you saw Nanami asleep on the couch, arms folded to his chest as his head loped to the side, while a book was resting on one of his buffs thighs. You couldn't help but notice the lines and dark under bags.

Like a lightbulb went off in your head, you run to your room while making your steps as light as possible. You're not going to let this chance pass up.

Almost two hours later and a sleeping Nanami, who wasn't even aware, must be so tired that he slept through the whole face beating with a beauty blender. You tried to make his makeup as light as possible while covering up any blemishes, fine lines, and bags. It looks so natural that he looks a few years younger than before. Is this how he looked when he was younger, with emo hair? (A/n: Gojo had sent you pictures of Nanami when he was a young angsty teen.)

It wasn't until Nanami groggily saw a brush in one hand and a setting powder in the other; it didn't take a split second to know what you did. "Hi...?" You nervously greet him while you think your breaths have stopped functioning while you force out a smile.

"I'm gonna count to three," his new husky voice droned out. You didn't even need him to count as you already grabbed two armfuls of your makeup and started running to your shared bedroom for sanctuary.

But along the way, you couldn't help but shout, "You still look handsome!"

Toji Fushiguro:

You must've had a lot of balls to ask Toji about this request. Like Nanami, he shot you down instantly. But he would let you if you can give him a favor he can't refuse, which involves money (via shopping together/ spending time together) and some bedroom fun from his perspective. If agreeing to his terms to get what you want, you have to deal with his impatient personality and fidgeting ticks, as he's not used to having his face being dolled up and sitting down for so long.

Toji isn't stupid about which make-up you're putting on his face since he knows them to a certain degree when he was still sleeping around and seeing women on and off before meeting you. He agrees to the basics only, getting his face prep, brows done, eyes, and lips.

You were putting eyeliner underneath his waterline and careful not to poke his eyeball out, as Toji had warned you many times within two minutes. His eyes water so much that you thought that's probably his crying face since you've never seen him shed tears once, maybe on a few occasions here and there. Toji would outright deny it if you were to point it out.

Stepping back to look at your handy work, you let out a low whistle; the dark eyeliner and eye shadows enhance his green eyes to a degree. You give a smug look, lips smacking to the side while giving him an 'okay' sign.

"You looking mighty handsome right now." While giggling weirdly at him, Toji was about to brush a hand up his face, but you suddenly shouted, "Don't touch your face, or you'll mess it up and get it everywhere!"

Toji: "I want it off already."

"C'mon, just keep it on for the day, please?" You begged, giving him the puppy eyes look, with hands clasped together innocently. Toji locks his jaws; as it flexes underneath the taunt skin, he sees your chest taking a sudden breath. This time it's his turn to see you so enchanted. He almost forgot you had a thing when he did that.

"Since you begged so nicely, I might." Toji's eyelids instantly became hot and heavy. The dark liner that once enhances his eyes turns deadly as it bonuses his lust.

You better pray that your legs are still going to work tomorrow.

[eolewyn1010]

OH MY GOD you guys, I know my blog has a bit much Ancient Rome theme on it lately because I'm currently deep in three different researches and have temporarily lost my mind, but I gotta tell you of this one, it just made my day:

So, there's my dude Publius Clodius Pulcher, being a tribune, making a hobby of shitting all over Cicero (which I applaud), you know, your average day in politics. It's 58 BC, and Clodius woke up and chose the principles of the welfare state ANARCHY. The grain laws? Those that the patricians were complaining about already because it was alas such a burden to the state to keep grain prizes and qualities stable, and it made the plebs lazy not to have the bare minimum of their existence at risk when they wanted to, y'know, eat even though the measure every adult Roman citizen was rationed just about covered the needs of one single man when in reality most of those had families to feed and needed to work fucking hard anyway?

Yeah, my most blorbest Clodius took a look at this and cried bullshit. Actually, we should give them guys their rations for free. So they can invest the money in not having their wives and kids starve. Wouldn't that be cool if sustainment security went up? People would be less pissed in general, we could tell around what an awesome government we are, and we could get economics to pick up speed as we stuff some of our money into the provinces in exchange for more grain deliveries so they look less... provincial.

And the citizens are like, oh boy, Clodius, that's neat! I'll just set my slaves free then. They'll still work for me because they need something to earn their living with, and I have work enough to do, but they'll get a few citizen rights as freedmen, including the right to get grain rations. That way, a good chunk of the duty to feed them falls to the state! Hurray! Everyone's fed, my slaves are former slaves now, what a great idea that was. Write them all down on the list so we don't forget anyone in the distributions. And Clodius goes, I'll do so ASAP! And writes all their names down in the grain lists, and stores the lists in the temple of the nymphs because feeding citizens is Rome's holy duty, so into the sanctuary the lists go.

Along comes Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus on this fine day! And he's like, Clodius, my man. Look, we now have this big amount of new mouths to feed, and none of them pay for their rations. You just. Give them food for free. That means we have to pay! And that means I can't buy that ridiculously expensive new house on the Palatine hill / build a theater that bears my name / invest in my next war as quickly as I want to. So how about we just. Amend that list a little. See, those freedmen aren't really Roman citizens anyway. They are just slaves+. Hell, I was able to buy or sell the most of them in the forum only a week ago! Shouldn't they be grateful already that they can't be bought anymore? Now we also give them things for free? Come on. Let's keep this in a small circle.

And Clodius, my most blorbest. Goes: Bitch say WHAT

And so Pompeius doesn't get his greedy hands on these lists.

Clodius, my darling. The nutjob. The madman.

Goes and SETS THE FUCKING TEMPLE OF THE NYMPHS ON FIRE.

Talk about taking a hammer to that hard drive. Can't amend lists when there are no lists, amirite? He probably couldn't find a bigger middle finger to show to Pompeius that day. Message received: No tampering with the Clodian law reforms.

Did he do it just to ingratiate himself with the plebs for the next elections? Yes, definitely.

Did it work? Yes, absolutely.

Does the imagination of Pompeius' aghast expression at this total punk ruining his day with some casual sacrilege out of sheer spite make me immensely happy? Yes!

[digitaldiscipline]

Three separate and equally vividly surreal dreams last night (waking up every three hours made for a weird night on the internal cable channel, I tell you what).

Dream 1:

being at a different version of the convention I work, the day before the convention, for a team meeting featuring a bunch of fancy salsa and spicy hooch was pretty on-brand, even if the venue doesn't actually exist. I wish I knew why my subconscious keeps dragging my ex along (we're not on bad terms, we just haven't interacted in years).

Dream 2:

Starting out, I was a doctor in a hospital dealing with folks suffering from some kind of weird physical trauma, and the first patient's face and skull had started to separate horizontally, so I squished it back together, but before I could do anything more permanent, he melted entirely into a sheet of green goo, followed rapidly by every other patient in the ward, in varying colors. They were like bath mats made of jello with eyes, and then began slithering around to get more people, primarily the doctor (not me) who had given them whatever drug caused it.... not for revenge, but to goopify everyone else.

Unfortunately for them, he yote himself over the railing of a very tall stairwell, with the expected result when he landed on the marble tiles several floors down. They still absorbed him, then stacked themselves together and morphed into a very nice sample container full of bottled capsules that would cause this reaction.

They were going to be sold by a nice lady named Jenna, who was played by a slightly younger Hannah Waddington, and to whom I was inexplicably giving marketing advice.

The side effect to me was touch-based age regression, which I didn't apply to anyone else, but did use at a weird aquatic monster preserve, which featured a mating pair of Megalodons, some Mosasaurs, and something I called Jaguar Pirhanas, which were more like Tiger Sharks with Betta fins.

The person running the sanctuary was very upset that there was apparently a small tunnel at the bottom of the exhibit pool leading to the open ocean, not because their monster critters might escape (the male megalodon's age regression went poorly, so he ended up the size of a regular Great White but with a ton of wrinkles, and nearly got eaten by the still-huge female until I could boop her nose and shrink her down some), but because that tunnel was a point of ingress for his arch-nemeses - my sisters.

Dream 3:

I am almost certain I had the last portion of last night's dream before - Leverage taking on a green goo infection at the country/western bar turned tourist trap, with cameos by numerous puppies and kittens belonging to various and sundry folks, including a couple of my current coworkers.

For some reason, there was a huge line to get in to see an eight year old kid marketed as "the world's youngest real estate agent" play a guitar while his dad used a theremin ineptly, despite the danger of getting gooped (there was a whole wing of the building where this was actively happening, which was rather stressful to deal with). The Asian Tech Bros attempting to jump the queue by claiming they were attending a U2 concert across the street (which had happened last August) got to deal with me in Line Manager Mode, which didn't go well for them.

That dream culminated (well, the climax of act 2, I woke up before act 3) with Eliot in a combination shootout/car chase involving him in a convertible, some dudes in a pickup truck, and a piece of farm equipment with a chainsaw mounted on the front.

Him encountering Hardison on a remote farm, Hardison being very drunk and emotionally compromised by Parker being pregnant, and them having an agrument about their feels was new.

[gryphonlover]

Whumptober 2023 Day 3

Prompt: journal

Victim: Four

Words: 1346

Notes: Journaling really can help, but talking to people is also very important.

Zelda says that journaling will help me process the stuff that happened after I pulled the Four Sword. I'm not sure that I believe that, but she said I either had to use the journal, or talk things out with someone and I would rather jump in a cucco pen than talk about my feelings at this point.

I had a dream last night. I put the Four Sword back in the pedestal but didn't merge back into one person. It felt so real and then I woke up.

Maybe if I'd never pulled the Four Sword I wouldn't be so broken now. I don't even know who I am anymore.

I hate the way that people look at me now. They hate me because all they can see is the guy who sicced a dragon on the castle. Shadow was the real hero, though. I or we or whatever couldn't manage to fight one stupid flying eyeball so he sacrificed his life. He doesn't deserve this.

Zelda said we could make Shadow a memorial if I want. I need to think about it.

I told her yes. He shouldn't be forgotten. He gave up everything for Hyrule.

Today we went and made him a memorial. I cried. I miss him. I wish we'd been able to see eye-to-eye sooner. Maybe he wouldn't be dead and I wouldn't be alone.

The house is always empty. Dad is never home. It has to be my fault. He worked a lot before, but he always had time for me. Now he just avoids me. I wish I'd never pulled the Four Sword. Maybe then I wouldn't be crazy. I want things to go back to the way they were before.

I don't know if I can do this. I'm on indefinite leave for… something, and it's not like I can take an apprenticeship anywhere. I'm going crazy with nothing to do.

Everything is so stupid. Why can't anyone just treat me like a normal person!? I'm not a bomb, I'm not going to stab people in the back or set Castletown on fire for crying out loud! I just want to be a proper knight again and to have people respect me and shut up about Shadow.

Maybe I really am crazy.

I'm going to dig up the fire rod. They can't stop me.

In my defense, it was only a little fire. I just wanted to blow off some steam and thought that a controlled fire on Mount Crenel would be fine, but no, now I'm in solitary confinement for a whole day with nothing but this stupid journal.

I just want to feel whole again. I thought that maybe I could— look, it was a dumb decision, I know that, they don't need to rub it in my face.

Solitary confinement is overrated. So is probation. I hate life.

New plan: going to that place Blue got frozen.

Yeah, okay that was also a bad idea. Hypothermia is real.

I have been royally banned from travelling to any more "dangerous climates with dangerous weapons." Stupid Zelda and her stupid princess stuff.

I just want to be us again. I hate being this. I hate having so many thoughts and feelings and memories crammed in my head.

I don't care anymore, I need the sword back.

Well as it turns out the sword hates me. Great.

Back in solitary confinement. Two days for "vandalizing public property." If you ask me, the Four Sword's sanctuary shouldn't count as public property. Zelda and I are the only people who go there, and no one maintains it. Besides, the sword itself and it's stupid pedestal are apparently indesctructible because of stupid goddess magic, anyway.

I am at the end of my rope. If I can't split back, then I don't know what else to do. Everyone keeps telling me that "time heals all wounds" and stuff, but if anything it just gets worse with time. They don't get it. I was split into four people and then crammed back into one body and Shadow died.

Day 2 of solitary confinement. I really don't get why they think putting the crazy guy in solitary is going to make him less crazy. This is stupid.

I'm pretty sure crying every day isn't normal, but who even cares anymore.

I can't do this.

Turns out I have no choice. Some guy with the same name as me showed up at the house. He seems nice enough, so I told him I'd go fight evil or whatever with him. At least I can get something useful out of my life before I kick the bucket.

Ran into another person named Link. Nicknames are in order. I need to think about mine.

Having a new name feels good. Link didn't really fit anymore. I was Link before the Four Sword, then… well, now I'm Four. It feels right.

Sky and Hyrule are pretty nice. Hyrule seems a bit jumpy, but he takes good care of his sword, and Sky is basically just a star-crossed lover. I miss the way things were before I put the Four Sword back, but it's nice to have a distraction.

Today Twilight joined the group. He's got some weird tattoos on his face, and a wolf pelt for some reason, but he's also pretty nice. A bit obsessed with goats, though.

Twilight has integrated into the group well. He balances out Hyrule's wandering. I don't know how, but he always knows where everyone is.

Wind is pretty fun, but he reminds me of Red. It… hurts.

Wind is determined to be friends. I do not want to be friends.

I am now friends with Wind and have no idea how.

Time is unsettling, but seems to know what he's doing. He's kind of like how Dad was before the Four Sword.

Time is also a star-crossed lover. Him and Sky will not shut up about their wives.

Wild is very Wild. Twilight has taken to him, and so have Hyrule and Wind. I am preparing myself for pranks.

I want to go home.

Legend is a grump. I'm not sure if I like him or not.

Legend has adopted Hyrule. I am only a little bit jealous.

I'm crying in the woods. Legend is just like Blue. This is stupid and I hate it.

Warriors is kind of like me, except actually good at his job. I wish I'd been able to beat Vaati. Shadow would be alive if I was better at my job.

I want to punch Warriors in his stupid pretty face.

Sparring practice went okay. I haven't sparred properly in a long time, but I think I did good enough. Now I'm sore all over. I would be taking a bath, except SOMEONE is hogging all the water. Ugh.

I am so sick of walking. I wish Miss Fairy could just teleport us around. Man, that was convenient. I wonder where she is now?

I think I'm doing okay at fitting in, but they don't seem to expect much of me. Maybe it's because I'm short?

Finally got to punch Warriors in the face. I'm sitting in jail, but it was so worth it. That felt good.

Legend bailed me out. That was weirdly nice of him.

Wind made me talk about feelings. The audacity.

Okay, so maybe talking it out helped. Maybe Wind was right about communicating with the group better.

We did more talking today, this time it was everyone. It went well. They didn't hate me for anything I told them, and they actually understood how I felt.

I'm going to keep the journal just in case, but I have people I can trust now. It's going to be okay.

[jessicas-pi]

Midnight Snacks, Space PowerPoints, and Intercultural Jedi-Nightsister Relations for the WIP ask game!

ooh, this one is fun!! I was gonna share a snippet but then I started rambling soooo...

This si from my Problem Children AU, where Obi-Wan has a Padawan (a psychometric Mirialan boy) and Ventress has an apprentice (an awkward traumatized Nightsister girl.) Esme (the Nightsister girl) and Jadan (the Padawan) became friends, and so, when the Nightsisters were all killed, Esme and Asajj Ventress took one other survivor, Merrin, and went to Coruscant.

Why? Because Separatist space isn't safe for them anymore, and there's an old, old Republic law that basically gives them the legal right to claim sanctuary in the Jedi Temple. It's audacious enough that it WORKS, and they're put in a holding cell overnight (they dont get to just WANDER AROUND) while the Council decides what to do with them.

Coincidentally, Cal Kestis has a Space PowerPoint presentation on a Force-Using Non-Jedi Group due tomorrow morning in his Cultural Studies class that he hasn't even started yet, and Merrin got hungry and decided to dematerialize her way out of the cell and go look for a snack.

They meet and strike a deal: he can interview her about Nightsisters for his presentation if he shows her the way to the refectory and doesn't tell anyone that she broke out.

Buuut then she learns about all the Offensive Stereotypes in the galaxy surrounding Nightsisters and becomes very invested in this presentation being accurate and Done Right and well... the teacher did say they could work with partners? Like, Cal's pretty sure they meant a partner from the class but... this counts, maybe?

Meanwhile, Esme wakes up and finds that her Sister is missing and Freaks Out. She calls Jadan, convinces him to let her out of the cell, and they both go looking for Merrin and also awkwardly flirting a little cause theyre both totally smitten.

Then Obi-Wan wakes up and discovers that HIS PADAWAN is missing, and while he's looking for Jadan, he runs into Quinlan, and recruits him for the search...