#you know i know i can do some fucked up things to silva

[cat3ch1sm]

Alright so I have a HUGE thing for Silva and Zeno to the point where I’d be delighted to have them step on me and call me worthless 😩💖

So would you have the time and energy to write some headcanons on how Killua would react if a friend of his (aka female reader) were to nonchalantly comment about how his dad and grandpa are hot?

I wanna ruin this gremlin’s mind so much please! <3

OMG if you want to, would you be willing to make Killua’s friend comment that to him but IN FRONT of Silva and Zeno too???

💚~ LMFAOAOAO u guys request the most chaotic shit and im totally here for it. here’s ur request!! merry Christmas guys ily <33 @cocogum

also i can definitely relate

fem!reader

u and killua have been friends for a while. literally probably the most chaotic pair anyone’s ever seen. just constantly doing stupid reckless borderline deadly shit. u are one of the very few who can always keep up with killua and can tolerate the same shit he does

he’s the friend who is always risking his life with the things he does and ur the friend who is always risking their life with the things you say. you have zero filter basically. and he really does not care at all, tbh he thinks you’re hilarious

anyway that’s why killua really has no problem bringing u over to his house. he’s never done it before, but you two aren’t the type to make a big deal of things like that, so whatever he just decides to drop by with u

you’ve never met his parents or siblings, but killua has never been lacking on his descriptions of them. whenever you ask he always makes it a point to tell you how nuts they are. but he sort of knows you can handle it even tho his family doesn’t like that he has friends in the first place, but tbh he doesn’t care much atp

anyway he brings you to his place and you go through the whole shebang of the super heavy doors and getting past mike but basically you two are good to go. the butlers welcome you both in and that’s that

you actually do meet his family who are about as off putting as you expected. his little brother kalluto is the tamest; he acknowledges you with a barely perceptible nod and that’s that. killua doesn’t bother introducing u to milluki and thankfully illumi and kikyo aren’t in the house right now. however, you both do run into silva and zeno.

the piercing glares they give you should be enough to freeze you in your tracks. there’s obviously an aura of dread that comes with their presence that killua had vaguely warned you about. but something honestly catches your eye about them, and you have to bring your hand to your mouth to hide the mischievous smile spreading across your lips. but to your surprise, the two men don’t even come over and bother to speak to you. they just give you disdainful looks and go on their way. looks like you aren’t really worth their time.

but as the two are walking away and you and killua start to head out, you turn and whisper to killua in a voice you very soon discover wasn’t actually a whisper, “wait, kil, your dad and grandpa are kinda hot.”

needless to say, this is the one time killua doesn’t find your lack of filter funny. his blue eyes instantly fly open and he yanks you aside, hissing, “why the fuck-“

that’s all he manages to get out. the zoldyck men have stopped in their tracks. your eyes widen as well and you clap a hand over your mouth.

“oh my fucking god-“ killua doesn’t even turn around to see his father and grandfather, he just yanks you along with him as he basically teleports out of the house. you don’t even have time to process his reaction before you both are suddenly far away from the zoldyck mansion.

you both pause once you’re out of earshot, exchanging wide-eyed looks before you collapse into giggles in the grass and killua slaps both hands against his face. “are you actually out of your fucking mind- never mind, you actually fucking are. what the hell is wrong with you??”

you’re way too busy laughing to answer, pointing at killua’s totally red face. he hides it behind his hands with a loud, exasperated groan.

“i’m going to puke. i’m going to throw the fuck up all over you, you asshole. take that shit back literally right now. oh my god. i’m going to kill you and then myself, you absolute dumbass.”

this goes on for at least ten minutes. you’re basically wheezing at this point, and you don’t stop until killua threatens to leave you behind.

“i am never taking you to my house again, you psychopath. like, i know you have shitty ass taste in guys, but are you serious?? you’re mental. actually insane. seriously?? no, take that shit back, my dad and grandpa are not hot.”

you start to walk away, still laughing, and killua is hot on your heels.

“where the hell are you going?! take that back right now, or i swear to god-“

[hellodaydream1111111111111111]

So I forgot what it was but some HxH thing revealed that Kikyo made Illumi lunch and in the musical she references “putting acid in the apple pies”which begs the question why she’s doing the cooking instead of a butler and also helps with my Illumi theory, the butlers help out sure but Silva sees the job of raising the children as too important to have a butler do the work. So the burden falls almost completely onto Kikyo and because Illumi is a dutiful son he helps out as much as he can because he believes that his only purpose in life is to severe the Zoldyck family.

The whole dynamic is just sad and infuriating like if you value your sanity at all leave yourself in the dark the deeper you go the worse it gets😭 you know you’ve fucked up when ants have healthier relationships than you.

[odetodilfs]

His

A/N: Ok so this fic was born out of a little horny thought I posted here and credits to @emperorj cause it's basically half his idea too! This is the unholiest of the unholiest things I've written, enjoy!

Pairing: power bottom!possessive!Joel Miller x sub!top!male!reader

CWs: SMUT, exhibitionism, shamelessness, marking (hickeys), cum play, rimming (reader giving), blowjobs (reader receiving), use of "good boy", teasing, semi-public sex and established relationship (marriage).

(The original ideas for this story are here)

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You’re his

Joel had spotted a guy dumb enough to flirt with you… 15 minutes later, Joel was sitting on your face. Desperately and ferally riding it as he screamed out your name, letting the world know you were his.  

“Y/n! Fuck yeah! Keep licking that hole!” he screamed out, probably your neighbors would have your names tattooed into their brains the next morning. But you didn’t care, you liked Joel showing everyone you were his. Joel was a shameless man after the outbreak, not caring about his marks on you, sucking you off in public, overall just not really caring, at all, the commune grew worried about you, they were worried if he was hiding something behind closed doors, treating you terribly.

In reality, outside of sex Joel was an amazing person, very caring for you and always being very physical, looking for kisses and hugs. He could also be soft in the bedroom, it wasn’t unusual that he was like that actually, but some other times, Joel became rough, extremely rough and feral. That happened when he felt like his claim on you was in danger, so when someone flirted with you, he took you to your home and claimed you, saying his ass will be the only one you cum in. That he’s the only one who can make you cum so good. That he’s the only one that will hear your moans.

Marks 

Joel loved marking you, especially with hickeys and he didn’t let you cover them up, he wanted the commune to know his ownership of you, so no one would even try to flirt with you. People even grew a little worried at some point, was he hurting you? Were you really consenting to this? The answer was yes, your neck was covered in hickeys, you knew you were Joel’s, and you liked that, in fact, Joel would also leave hickeys in places like your thighs, no one would see them but him, which was another kind of hot. 

Now, Joel didn’t have a good ass for no reason.. he had it to tease you, to make himself irresistible to you. Sure, you were the top 99% of the time, but the one who really had the control was him. You were his service top, to satisfy him and please him. Not just that, he also loved you so dearly, you’d been married since before the outbreak, which was part of the reason he was so possessive of you. After the outbreak, many people tried to find pleasure with you and Joel constantly got jealous because you were his, didn’t they see the ring on your finger? So ever since after the outbreak, Joel’s way of telling you you’re his has only gotten more feral…

Everyone knows..

Everyone knows the kind of things Joel does with you in public, more than once has someone heard him slobbering on your cock, or your moans when he takes your dick to the base in his throat. He wouldn’t do it out in the open street, he’s not that careless. But when he gets needy in public, he pulls you into an alley and does what he wants: you’re there for his pleasure, if anyone tries to flirt he gives them a death stare, and when you get home… he reclaims that little bit of lost ownership.

He always walks out of these alleys in front of you, your eyes lazily glued to his ass as your cum is all over his face, he only wipes it what a single run of his hand across his face can wipe. He just seriously doesn’t care, and with showers and water needing to be rationed, it’s not rare that sometimes you’d smell like each other’s cum (yes this is taken from Silva lmfao but it’s hot). 

When he walks out of an allie, holding a tired you’s hand, he smirks with a cum covered smile at every person who once tried to flirt with you, they can see you’re his, sometimes if he’s feeling extra eager to show off, he’ll lift you in his arms and carry you home, no matter how much you tell him he doesn’t need to.

He’s not forcing you though..

In non sexual moments between you two, he asks you if you want to keep this up, that he’s sorry he goes so feral and possessive of you, but you enjoy it, you really do, you enjoy being his. You’d do anything to hear him call you a good boy while you eat his ass, it’s your favorite feeling. You like being edged for hours by him, or getting milked by him while he keeps telling you how much of a good boy you’re being for him. 

Sometimes, you have soft, loving sex with each other even, it’s nice to have a break from your kinky sex and just let your fucking be spurred by pure love. 

He knows what you like..

Joel uses what you like to make you even more needy for him. He knows you love seeing your cum leak out of his hole, to overfill it with your load, letting you lose yourself toying with his cum filled hole. You’re always so eager to fill him up.. his ass is too much to resist. When you two go out, you sometimes see a wet spot on the back of his trousers and you instantly know that’s your cum.

He knows how much you like to eat him out, how needy the sight of his legs spread and his hole showing can get you. He gives you it, lets you lick and suck desperately at his hole, using your tongue trying to taste him as much as you can. As he always says when you eat him out “Fuck, you’re such a good boy…” 

Joel liked showing that you were his, and who were you to deny him of the pleasure when you loved it so much too?

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 23

Howdy y'all!

If you're new here this is every new (to me) fic I read this week and some of my silly lil thoughts about them.

I did some catching up on series this week and also did some writing so I've only got 12 fics for you this week! I read a lot of dark shit this week, but that's October for ya. There's still some sweetness in here somewhere if you aren't into dark stuff and I've made sure to mark everything appropriately (I think).

As always you can find all my previous fic recs here.

Recs below the Pedros!

Apple - a Frankie/Santi/Will one shot by @romana-after-dark

You are married to Santi and you have a CNC kink he very happily obliges. You set up a thing where Santi, Will, and Frankie pretend to be home invaders and they gangbang you. Stuff goes a lil sideways and it ends up being NC/DC. This was wonderfully unsettling. I love how there's this strand of believability that they don't intentionally overstep her boundaries. It's dark and scary and feels very real.

sam and diane, eat your heart out a Marcus Pike one shot by @chronically-ghosted

You've been working with Marcus for a while and finally wrapped up the case you were on. You've almost given up ever getting what you want with him when finally!! You both admit your feelings for each other. Cue steamy office make out sesh with thigh riding. I loved the will they won't they shit in the beginning. The frustration makes the pay off so good.

i am touchin', i am grabbin', everything I can't be havin' - a Dieter one shot by @chronically-ghosted

You show up at the doorstep of your long time but estranged family friend Dieter Bravo, soaking wet and with nowhere else to go. You've known him so long you call him Uncle Dee, no I'm not kidding. I almost didn't click on this bc like UNCLE?? But he's not really your uncle and I cannot express enough how fucking hot this was. Like Dieter is just so fucking good this OH MY GOD. If you love Dieter, read this. You'll love it.

Recovery Road - a Dieter series by @chronically-ghosted

Dieter finally gets his shit together, he's clean and married and working on a new project. His costar (you) is a cunt fr. You're on drugs, you're a brat, and you're a mess. And Dieter can't stay away from you. When his wife gets fed up with him and humiliates him in public, you're there to catch him... and ruin his sobriety, his marriage, and maybe everything else. I have a couple chapters left of this but OH MY GOD. I was so MAD at Dieter, but also so sad for him. Don't take that as me saying I didn't love this because I did. I do. It's so beautifully written. The pain and angst and desperation and everything is so powerful, this hurts to read. And the smut? Mind altering actually.

a revolting development - a Joel series by @chloeangelic

Your new step dad is really hot... and that's gonna be a problem. I've been reading so many step dad fics lately (not just Joel!) and I'm so into it and what is wrong with me?

The Rogue Who Coaxed You - a Joel series by @atticrissfinch

You're Joel's secretary and you suck him off while he fields a phone call from his wife! We love an infidelity fic round these parts, we really do. Reader is filthy, Joel is mean, there's a lot of degradation, the works. I'm so obsessed with this dynamic I can't wait to read more.

When the Gallow-Grass Gives - a Silva one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Silva rescues you (m!reader) from the gallows, walks you home by the rope you were supposed to hang by, and then tells you that you remind him of someone he used to know. I love a good gay cowboy fic and this is a GREAT one. The historically accurate lube made me cackle. This was so well written and so HOT and managed to maintain that wistful sadness Silva seems to have hanging like a cloud around him.

Desires and Complications - a Marcus Pike/Dave York series by @ezrasbirdie

Sweet little Marcus Pike wants to please you better in bed so he calls up your ex, Dave York, to show him how to be a dom. It goes a little differently than any of you imagined when Marcus turns submissive for Dave. This fic is so hot. I read up through "plead" and it looks like maybe there's some throuple dynamics forming!!! I'm so excited to finish this AHHHGHGHG

Ripping Sunrise - a frankie one shot by @idolatrybarbie

You accidentally take an edible and Frankie takes care of your high ass. And then once the high wears off he really takes care of you... This is so sweet and hot, I love it so much.

I Might Kill My Ex - a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

Joel leaves you for Tess and that... well that's just unacceptable. We got dark!reader, asshole!Joel, murder, dub con for Joel, the works. This fic is so good. It's dark and gives you a fascinating look into reader's crumbling psyche. I love the ending so much also

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I wrote Ouroboros and Eat You Whole. Dave York x f!reader fics set in the same universe, canon divergent but some canon stuff still happens in the background. Love as consumption/Love as violence type thing. Basically you and Dave are two touch starved, miserable people with nothing left in this world and you have crazy sex about it. There’s some softness in there too.

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Here's some series I've been reading (not a comprehensive list): Hot and Heavy (Joel), Muddy Waters (Joel/Ez), Stepdad!Joel, Exile (Javi P), New York or Nowhere (Joel), Feral Woman (Joel), Yearling (Joel), a lover's pinch (joel), the world tipped on it's side (Frankie), and Pretend Alleyways (Marcus/Dieter)

(In order: @tieronecrush @bonezone44 @toxicanonymity @jksprincess10 @beskarandblasters @gasolinerainbowpuddles @justagalwhowrites @hier--soir @idolatrybarbie @radiowallet)

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Happy Reading!

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY PRIDE!! 🌈🏳️‍🌈 Could we get some Quinn and Snape SIAT content? Or dealers choice. Thanks!!

Quinn attends Hogwarts for the potions program.

Zir parents are aurors and are hesitant to send zir to a school that can’t keep a defense professor for more than a year. They consider sending zir to a school in South America that zir grandmother had attended that produces some of the best curse breakers in the world, but that’s not what Quinn wants.

Ze doesn’t care if the defense program is shit. It’s not like zir mother can’t teach zir anything she really wants zir to know. Ze loves potions and ze’s going to be a potions master and ze wants every advantage there is for zir to have.

Which means ze has to attend Hogwarts. Ze has to learn potions from Severus Snape.

Quinn has heard about all the things he supposedly did during the war from zir parents. At length. Ze doesn’t even care if all of it’s true – war criminal or not, Snape is the best potions master currently teaching and not swallowed up and hidden away by some sort of high paying lab, which is where most of them disappear to.

~

Slytherin? ze asks the sorting hat hopefully.

The hat cackles at zir. Ambition for knowledge? You know quite well where you belong.

I don’t like being forced into boxes, ze grumbles.

The hat almost sounds warm when it says, Then don’t be.

“RAVENCLAW!”

~

Snape is a deeply unpleasant professor.

He’s also brilliant and Quinn has never let the threat of something blowing up in zir face stop zir from pursuing zir goal.

Ze steps takes one step into the classroom during his office hours and Snape doesn’t even look up from grading to say, “Get out.”

“You can’t kick me out yet when I haven’t even said anything yet!” ze protests.

Snape still doesn’t look up. “You have the highest grade in your year, even if you have melted two cauldrons. You don’t need to be here.”

“It’s not like anyone else is going to show up,” ze says. Snape has office hours because he’s required to, but kids have to be really desperate to show up to them. Ze has been reliably informed that Tonks in Hufflepuff is zir only possible competition for Snape’s time. It should be a good thing.

Snape sighs. Quinn counts it a victory. He stabs his wand at the blackboard and familiar writing appears across it. “Make this. Don’t melt the cauldron.”

Ze frowns. “This can’t be right. Um, I think some of the steps are missing.”

“If you can’t do it,” he says blandly, “then leave.”

Oh, it is on.

~

“Snape is the worst and he hates me,” Cedric says pitifully. “Please help me with the potions essay.”

Well, he did say please.

“He’s not that bad,” Quinn says, which isn’t what ze intended to say.

Cedric frowns and Quinn changes the subject before he can ask.

Snape hasn’t gotten nicer. But he doesn’t try and kick Quinn out of office hours and he doesn’t yell at zir when ze fucks up the potion or use it as an excuse to stop zir from coming. Ze’s set off three minor and two not so minor explosions in the potions classroom by now and real damage and injury have only been avoided by Snape moving really fast for someone who doesn’t look like he’s paying attention to what Quinn is doing. But he doesn’t get mad. He just vanishes the potion and tells zir to do it again.

Which probably looks really mean to everyone else. But if he’s trying to get Quinn to give up, then – then ze thinks he’d be doing it differently. So maybe making zir make potions with only half the recipe is him trying to help.

Or maybe Quinn is experiencing Stockholm Syndrome. Whatever.

~

“Severus,” ze says at his next office hours, “what am I supposed to be learning? Am I doing it right? I’m sorry I keep blowing things up.”

That’s what finally gets him to lift his head from his desk. “What did you just call me, Quinn Silva?”

Ze doesn’t have a title that ze likes using, so professors just use zir first or last name on its own. Except when Sna – Severus gets pissy, he seems to need more syllables, and then zir first and last names gets busted out. Ze’s never telling him zir middle name.

“I know this is as close as you get to being nice so we’re friends now,” ze answers. “Please tell me what I’m supposed to be doing.”

“You’re eleven,” he says, which is pointless because Quinn never said ze wasn’t. “No.”

“If you need time to adjust, that’s fine,” ze says. “Why do you have me making potions from guess work? It’s not like I won’t have access to recipes later.”

Severus sighs, going back to grading. This definitely counts as a victory. “Do you want to have the ability to replicate the work of others? Or do you want to be capable of creating work that others are unable to replicate?”

“The second one,” ze answers, zir pulse jumping just at the idea of it.

“Then get comfortable with things blowing up in your face,” he says, “and get to work.”

Quinn grins.

Severus is awesome, actually.

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul Silva x teen!reader - just lost between worlds

Hey, I have a request for a Saul Silva xTeen Reader Story. If you want to write it 😉 So Reader is from the first World. R runs away from something/ someone, falls and suddenly lands in front of Alfea. Saul finds R. He is suspicious and for the first time only recognizes a danger in R. R wonders where they are and learns about magic, fairies and specialists for the first time. Maybe R becomes a specialist or Saul helps R to find out why R is now in the other world...? - Anon💜

Saul was used to all things strange and weird, but when he got reports there was an intruder outside of Alfea he wasn’t expecting to see a giant crater, a closing hold in the sky and what appeared to be a teenager laying where the road should have been.

“We aren’t sure where they came from or why.” Sky said.

“Are they alive?” Saul asked.

“Yes, we checked. Professor Harvey is coming as well.”

Saul nodded, ordering all the students away and he walked around the landing zone, trying to determine the best and safest way inside.

“Do we have any ID for our mystery teenager?” Farah asked.

“No, but right now they’re yet to wake up, I can’t find a way down can you make one?”

Farah nodded and made them some stairs out of the dirt so the three teachers could go investigate.

While the professor checked you over to make sure you were okay, Saul went through your bag while Farah stood watched carefully, poking through your memories.

“Well, there’s nothing in their head to suggest they would be a threat, let’s take them inside.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Saul said.

“Well we can’t exactly leave them out here.”

He sighed, knowing she was right and helped carry you inside.

It wasn’t until the next day you woke up, and you wouldn’t let anybody near you. You were throwing anything you could grab to keep them all away.

“Calm down!” Saul snapped.

“Fuck off!”

“Either you calm down or I restrain you.”

“I’ll break your nose!”

Saul glared at you, but he made no attempt to actually get near you.

He wasn’t sure what you were capable of yet, and he didn’t want to jump straight into trying to fight you.

When you made no movement, he released his grip on his sword slightly.

“Who are you?”

“You tell me first.”

“We found a student card in your bag, do you go to college?” He asked.

You huffed a little.

“No.”

He carried on asking questions but you wouldn’t give a straight answer.

They all agreed it was best to keep you there while they tried to learn more about you and how you got there but Saul didn’t trust you one bit.

But you were fascinated by Alfea and everything they taught, thought you were sad to learn you didn’t have magic.

“What were you doing when you landed here?” Saul asked.

He was in charge of watching you until Farah came to collect you so he could teach his lessons.

You glanced him from your spot on the pebbles, and tossed one aside.

“Was outside, pretty dark so couldn’t see much.”

He glanced at you before going back to reading some papers.

“Why would you be outside in the dark?”

“Finished work late. I’m bored is there anything to do here?”

“Not for the likes of you who shouldn’t be here. Do you recognise these?”

He handed you a sheet of paper and you looked through it, showing him one of the patterns.

“Its spray painted on the side of my building.”

He took it back and crouched down, handing you another one.

“What about these?”

You looked through them, shaking your head.

“What are they?”

“Protection circles, some fairies use them to hide things. Someone wanted your building hidden. Was it always there?”

“Dunno.”

Saul nodded, folding the papers to put back into his pocket.

“Are your parents magic?”

“Dunno.”

“Do you know their number, maybe we can find them.”

You glanced at him, then laid down, tossing a few pebbles away from you.

“I know where the they are.”

“Where?”

You made grabby hands at him, and he reached over, letting you use the phone they had gotten for you in case they had to leave you.

You went into it, did a few things then handed it back to him.

“What is this?”

“A cemetery obviously. They’re dead asshole.”

“Sorry.”

You said nothing and tossed some more stones.

Saul looked at you, they had preformed all the tests and everything they could, and as far as he could tell there was no magic about you.

There was nothing particularly important about you in relation to Solaria or Alfea, yet here you were.

No explanation.

Just a lost teenager wondering how to get back home considering apparently now you couldn’t just leave solaria.

“When can I go home?”

Saul sighed, looking down at you.

“I’m sorry I don’t know.”

“Okay..”

He walked over, standing above you.

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Don’t waste your time, it’s fine I guess.”

He was still suspicious about you, but now he felt a little bad.

You had nothing here and apparently you had nothing back home either, you were just thrown between realms and all alone.

But until he was sure you weren’t a threat he wouldn’t be taking in the role of a caretaker, even if it did somewhat upset him to see how defeated you seemed to be.

Then an idea struck him.

“Come with me to training.”

You looked at him.

“Come on, it’ll give you something to do and I can still watch you.”

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but at least he could watch you, and he could have you stay busy doing something.

What was the worst that could happen?

[closetcasefabray]

Pleeeassee some avatrice fic recommendations, pretty pretty please . slow burns. I want to read my eyes out. Thank you very much

sorry for the delay but i come with a few recs with links! (and my nicknames for them)

choose the devil I know (over the heaven I don’t) aka Firefighter AU [WIP] - reverse slow burn - they don’t talk about their feelings but they have a lot of sex and then the emotional slowburn fucks. me. up. love to see/read it. @sapphicstacks is a real one but also p much lured me in, making me be like “yesss firefighter pxrn” and then it turned into “oh no i fEEL TOO MUCH” (in a good way)

not exactly slowburn, but there technically is a good amount of burning (S appreciate this)… if you want a s3 canon fic with some angst that squeezes your heart so hard but heals you at the same time (also gets quite horny), read Sixth to the Ninth Hour [Complete] aka Ava Walks Through Hell (to get back to Bea) [canon compliant]. i recently reread and yelled at @snowandwolves about it. they also have a new fic that’s slowburn and 🥹 it’s so good—leave the light on (i'll find my way home) [WIP] aka Lighthouse AU where ava isn’t sure where she wants to go or what to do in life but she finds herself working with bea at a lighthouse and it’s just the two of them building a routine and life together as they navigate their own internal things and their feelings for each other.

i can’t talk slowburn and not include @sunsafewriting—Do A Flip [WIP] rewired my brain chemistry—diego 🥹 ava taking him to aikido 🥹 ava taking every opportunity to befriend bea 🥹 ava’s so so patient and gentle 🥹 diego loves bea 🥹 (+ lilith cannot stand being in the same room as ava & bea bc gOD they’re unbearable 😂) their chosen family is so fucking important to me. also by sunsafe, Favourable Conditions [WIP] aka Pirate AU - has so much yearning it makes me feel stupid - bea is daughter of the commodore, ava is the governor’s niece aka off-limits (not because the gay but bc authority etcetcetc) but ava finds every way to push limits. bea has to call her Miss Silva despite ava’s insistance—“Can you think of me as Ava, just in your head?” Miss Silva requests. “Even if you never say it.”

i’m also currently reading If Saint and Angels Spoke of Love [WIP] by mermaiddrunk, aka Catholic HS AU. it’s ruining/saving my life rn. bea is a nun at a catholic high school. ava is the new english literature teacher. they both can’t seem to stay away from each other.

let me know if this suffices or if you’ve read these all already 😘

[noteveryoneis]

Grocery shopping with three kids is like balancing a goldfish’s bowl on your head — impossible and always ending in disaster.

Especially when one of them is a little girl with ADHD and who is going through her teenage rebellion at eight years old. Ava has already lost sight of Nina five times in the span of thirty minutes, no matter how many times she has asked her to stay with them and not get lost. Every time she finds her, the little girl just rolls her eyes and mutters ‘ugh’ like Ava is just the most annoying bitch on Earth — at least she hasn’t said it yet, she still has some respect left for her mother.

‘Dad would have let me have it,’ Ava hears after she tells her to put back the Laffy Taffy she tried to add to the cart.

Ava clenches her teeth, doesn’t say anything (of course her dad would have let her have it, as he doesn’t care about her, about her sisters, about what they eat and who they are and if they are loved), but she sees the way Neves looks up at her quietly, as if her five year old brain can sense that her mother has just been hit in the chest by an invisible arrow, and Nova’s grip on the shopping cart tightens, like she is doing everything in her power not to smack her little sister with one of the pool noodles on display.

Still, Ava makes the most of it. She makes whooshing noises as she turns the cart, drops kisses on Neves’ nose from time to time where she is sitting in the child seat, helps Nova choose the best pens and even lets Nina get the Barbie notebook she really wanted. 

She’s mentally doing the math of how much they’ll need and if she can add a bottle of her pain meds to the list when she hears the voice behind her.

“My my my, as I live and breathe, if that isn’t Ava Silva.”

Her first reflex is to grip the cart like it’s going to float away, muscles locked up. She's been hearing that so much lately, the snarls and mocking chuckles from everyone who knew her from before — and from now, Ava Silva who left her shiny little city after being kicked out like a dog by the father of her kids and came back with her tail in between her legs to her hometown (when in reality Ava is working her ass off so that her girls can go to school and live in a real house where they each have their own rooms and where they can go to the beach every weekend and she loves it).

But then she recognizes the hoarseness of the voice and the way it sounds like a warm smile — or like coming home. And so Ava whirls around, only to be met by the sight of none other than Mary freaking Masters, grinning down at her.

People have had a lot of different reactions at Ava’s return. Camila blew up her phone at the first text Ava sent announcing her move, Lilith tried to stare her down, Mrs. Salvius smiled at her and wished her a warm welcome back, Duretti almost kicked her out of the school and Superion announced loudly that she was praying Nova wasn’t anything like her mother — fondly and teasingly too, Superion was a softie even though she claimed the opposite.

But being picked up and hugged tightly? A first.

Mary’s laugh echoes in her ear as Ava hugs her back, grinning like an idiot.

“Jesus, kid, I heard you were back and town and I didn’t believe it, but you’re actually here!”

Mary sets her back down on the ground, smiling at her (the only thing stopping her from ruffling Ava’s hair is probably the fact that she’s a grown woman of twenty-eight-years old).

“Yeah, I am, moved back three weeks ago. Glad to know news still travel fast around here.”

“You know it,” Mary laughs, like she just knows how much the residents of their hometown love talking back behind each other’s backs.

All three of the girls are still staring at the two of them in silence from the cart, big eyes open as if wondering who the fuck this woman is.

“Right, sorry,” Ava laughs, taking a step back and putting a hand on Nina’s shoulder, the other setting on Neves’ back, leaving it to Nova to decide whether or not she wants to hide behind her mother — she doesn’t, looking curiously at Mary as if trying to remember her. “Girls, this is Mary, Nova’s godmother. Mary, well, you already know them.”

They all greet her in a concert of little ‘hi’s as Mary smiles back at them. 

“You guys have grown,” she whistles, raising an impressed eyebrow — right, she hasn’t seen them since Neves’ birth. “Especially you,” she tells Nova, “Jesus Christ, you’re tall, kid.”

“Everyone keeps saying that,” Nova frowns.

“Most people here haven’t seen you since you were a baby,” Ava reminds her.

“Yes, but what else am I supposed to be but taller? Of course I am, I’ve grown!” Nova says, raising her hands to the sky. “And what if I have had dwarfism? What would you guys have said?”

“No’, you don’t have dwarfism,” Ava says.

“But I could have!”

Ava throws in the towel at that one, turning back towards Mary who is raising an eyebrow with a shit-eating grin.

“Cute kid.”

“Thanks,” Nina grins because of course she does, flipping her hair back to make her sisters laugh (and it works).

“Oh, I just know which one of you has the Silva genes,” Mary says, pointing a finger at her, clearly amused.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Ava stops her. “The tale of mama’s adventures will have to wait,” she says, redirecting Nina towards the cart and ushering Nova back to her sisters.

Mary smiles back at her, really smiles, not just one of those uptight fake smiles that Ava has been receiving since her move back here — except for Teacher-Hot-Neighbor Beatrice whose smiles always look timid and hesitant, like she’s not sure she’s allowed to do that, and Camila who is just genuinely a ray of sunshine.

“Shannon has been talking about you,” she says, softly and a little more seriously. “She’s been wondering where you and the girls were at, she’s going to be happy to know you’re all so close.”

She doesn’t ask about JC, like she already knows, or maybe she had seen it coming, like they all did. Ava smiles back, not knowing what to say.

“You know I have to invite you all to our house for dinner now, right? The wife wouldn’t let me live if I didn’t.”

“You have a wife?” Nina asks, her head poking out from behind Ava’s hip, tiny fingers hooking into the loop of her shorts.

“She’s Neves’ godmother, come on, you guys know that,” Ava explains, frowning.

They’ve met them five years ago — okay, Nina was three and probably doesn’t remember it, and Nova was six and already didn’t like talking to people (which annoyed JC greatly and made her miserable). All things considered, she doesn’t blame them for not remembering Shannon and Mary.

“Yup, I have a wife,” Mary says instead, not missing a beat as she shows her wedding ring. “She’ll want to meet you guys as soon as I tell her about you.”

“Are you gay?”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Ava intervenes immediately, shoving the shopping list into Nova’s hand. “Take your sister around, don’t get lost and, Antonina, please stop asking questions about people’s sexualities.”

Mary is laughing her ass off as the two little girls scamper away, Neves kicking her little legs from her child seat, smiling slightly to herself. Ava sighs, pinches the bridge of her nose, trying to stop herself from laughing too. Now she understands everyone’s suffering from when she was younger, karma is a bitch. 

“I’m serious,” Mary says after a few seconds of laughing like a madman. “We’re throwing a cookout next sunday, you have to come. And bring your comedian kid with you, I like her,” she says, like Nina is a shiny new toy (Ava can already feel the headache coming just thinking about how much chaos the two will bring together).

“I’m… I’ll see what I can do.”

“Nah, you know I don’t take no for an answer. Seriously, Ava, come. Shannon will be thrilled to see you. We’ve missed you, kid.”

Neves tugs on her shirt, Ava picks her up and sets her on her hip, putting a kiss on her hair and letting the anxiety melt away as the girl wraps her arms around her shoulders.

“Okay,” she says. “We’ll come.”

Mary smiles again, Ava feels a bit warmer already.

[medusanova]

Anything That Can Go Wrong

For my fellow rivusa shipper, @fitztragedy​ xx

When Musa learns that Riven is the ‘mentor’ assigned to improve her hand-to-hand combat skills -- and help her pass the only class she has left to complete her third year specialist courses -- she begins to wonder if Murphy’s Law should be amended from ‘anything’ always going wrong to ‘anyone’. 

Because apparently it isn’t enough they’d both left, well, things awkwardly suspended between them after the spiraling catastrophe that was her second year. He’s also still the only person to know what happened with the scrapers. 

Added to that, Riven also happened to be one of only five people in the whole of Alfea that sat at the same desk as her in botany class last term, leaving her to battle his soil remnants, eraser shavings, seat warmth, and general presence for an entire hour everyday. And, worst of all, he’s still the only person who’s ever come close to understanding the very heart of her. 

And now? Well, now she has an entire month to make a fool of herself in front of her biggest rival on the training pitch. All in the name of making it to her fourth and final year. 

Their meeting time is set for an hour before dusk every other evening on the patch of grounds near the barrier. On her first day, Riven arrives as she’s securing her fighting gloves around her wrists. He quietly sets up the training mat and stands in wait, patient as can be.

“Hey,“ she greets. She isn’t going to let him of all people show her up in decency.

“Muse,“ he drawls with a nod. “Why the fuck are you wearing gloves?“

Decency her arse. She barely prevents her eyes from rolling and lifts a brow. “For safety and protection? Maybe you should try it sometime.” 

“Oh don’t worry ‘bout me, Pixie. I always use protection,” he assures with a growing smirk. 

Musa manages to ‘accidentally’ clip a fist against his jaw during their session. She considers it a great start to the month.

She sees him a week later during her free period, which also happens to be his free period (see? Murphy’s Law: Person Edition), when she has the unfortunate idea of spending it outside. She’s walking through the courtyard with her headphones around her neck, ready to settle behind the tree situated furthest away from the main building.

He’s already there, of course, under her favorite willow. Faint traces of cigarette smoke pepper the air as he hunches over his phone, legs sprawled over the comfiest part of the roots. The only reason she doesn’t spontaneously combust is because of the faint purple mark she spots under his right cheek.

He gives her a look when she slowly lowers herself onto the gravelly dirt nearby before going back to his phone. She’s about to put her headphones on when he sighs in exasperation.

“At the risk of being decked in the jaw again-“

“Bet you’re glad I had those gloves on, huh?“

“-I feel the need to ask: why on earth are you sitting over there?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, there’s only one comfy place to sit under this tree.” She digs her phone out of her back pocket, ready to drown him out. 

“Musa,” Riven says, sounding vexed, “you look tragic. If you’re really set on this tree for some reason come and sit here.” He scoots over, extending his legs in front of him to give her enough room.

When she continues to stare at him he grins and says, “Promise I won’t bite.”

Riven doesn’t bite. Which is rather unfortunate since instead they talk about music and his upcoming apprenticeship with Silva and he even shares a bite of the cookie he stole from the canteen, which forces her to play her new favorite band out loud for him. In effort to not lose in the decency department, of course.

“What’s your last class?” he asks as she secures her headphones back around her neck.

She stands a moment before he does, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “History. Why?” 

“Drop by the bastion when it’s over?” They started back toward the main building. “I’ve been doing weapons training with some of the first-years and they’re having trouble grasping the art of the bo staff. Thought you could share a few pointers.”

“Oh!” She grabs his bicep, barely containing her smile. “Yes, I’d love that. Though, fair warning, I haven’t been using it as much this term to ‘round out my strengths’ so once I join you might have a hard time getting rid of me.”

His lips quirk in the corner, creasing a dimple into the corner of his cheek. “That’s what I was counting on, actually.”

After her class she makes her way to the group of first years wielding staffs haphazardly as their instructor guides them in a commanding, yet reassuring voice. He weaves her into his class seamlessly, allowing her to take over their instruction and demonstrate effective techniques they could use in the future.

Throughout the lesson, she studiously avoids catching a glimpse of Riven and that cheek dimple he’d flashed at her earlier. The one that she couldn’t stop thinking about all day. She can, however, feel him staring at her intently as he wraps class up. 

It’s just the two of them left when she finally catches sight of him and Murphy’s Law bites her in the arse again. 

He’s clearly been working with students a majority of the day because his shirt sleeves have been rolled to the elbows, revealing an obscene amount of forearm that flexes as he holds two staffs and twirls them in each hand. Perspiration clings steadfastly to his cheeks and forehead and upper lip.

“Since when do you use a staff?” she asks, irritated with how breathless it she sounds, with how his cheek twitches. 

She almost doesn’t catch it when he launches at her, too focused on that charming, damned dimple again. 

“Watch.”

He comes at her without warning, making her raise her weapon to defend herself. And like they’d rehearsed it, they fall perfectly into a spar. Five minutes. Ten. She doesn’t know how long. They’re twin flames dancing around each other. 

It takes her a few moments to realize he’s using her moves. 

“Have to say, I’m pretty impressed,” she admits, stopping their spar.  

His face, which had been guarded and focused until then, broke into a smile. “Yeah?”

“Who taught you these super impressive and original moves?”

“Some mind fairy,” he quips, laughing at her shout of indignation. “You should see her do these. Mine are a poor imitation.”

She gives him her most serious expression. “Hm. I beg to differ.”

“You do?” 

“Yes. I have it on good authority.”

She’s about to turn away, unable to withstand the attraction and electricity buzzing between them when his fingers brush hers and suddenly he grabs the staff, throwing it into a pile with the rest.

“Hey! Give it back.”

“I’ll give it back later. But right now, I’d really like to kiss you.”

She flattens her lips to stop the smile from spreading across her cheeks. “You would, would you?”

“Very much so,” he murmurs. 

“I didn’t think you were the type to ask for permission,” she prods.

“Hm, usually I’m not,” he cups her face in his hands, sliding his fingers along her jaw. She barely stops her eyes from closing in pleasure. “Then again, I usually don’t end up with a bruise on my face when I’m with anyone else so let’s call this a special case.”

She smiles and covers said bruise with her palm, placing her thumb over his dimple. “Oh, well I don’t think you have anything to worry about this time around.”

His breath ghosts her lips, mouth so close she could feel his smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I have it on good authority.”

Maybe, she thought, Murphy’s Law knew what it was doing after all. 

Happy happy birthday to you, dear Val!!

[lomlkenji]

༊*·˚ half a heart | saul silva

summary : after the mission in aster dell, saul thinks the best thing for you is for him to leave.

warnings : ANGST ANGST ANGST, mentions of stabbing, blood and cuts & signs of panic attack. pls lmk if i missed anything!

word count : 1k

author's note : BYE I SUCK AT SUMMARIES okay so uh this is a bit of an au, after the whole aster dell thing, saul stabs sky's father bla bla bla. this was actually so fun to write might do a part two LMAO i love pain </33 hope yall like this <3

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"What happened?" you asked, with furrowed eyebrows, and a face full of confusion.

It was a typical day, you were waiting for your fiance to come back from his classified mission. When you heard the door you jumped in excitement but the moment he stepped foot in the house you knew something was wrong.

His eyes had lost their light, he looked so tired, he didn't wear his signature smile that makes butterflies appear in your stomach, he didn't greet you with a kiss and he was uncharacteristically quiet.

His figure was trembling so you quickly made your way to him. You placed a hand on his arm, and the sudden contact made him flinch.

Your heart broke at his reaction. "You okay?" you asked again, "Hey talk to me sweetheart." but he didn't say anything.

The sight of his partner with a sword in his chest haunted his mind and he was so fucking scared if you'd see him as a threat when you know what he did.

His shirt was covered with dirt and grime. He had a few cuts of his face and he smelled like ashes. The bags under his eyes were red, it looked like he was crying. But before you could ask him more questions he stormed towards your guys' bedroom.

It startled you with his sudden movement so you waited a few seconds before following him.

When you got there, he already took out two bags that originally were used for a vacation. Some of his clothes were thrown in the bag and some of them fell onto the floor.

"What are you doing?"

You quietly asked, you were sick of asking questions that were never answered but you needed to keep trying. He started to move to the closet grabbing an arm full of his clothes and stuffing it in the bags.

You were so confused, your mouth was closing and opening, as you felt tears stung at the corner of your eyes. What was he doing?

"I'm talking to you." your tone was stern but you both could hear the shaky-ness of it.

He finally stopped what he was doing and turned around meeting your glossy eyes.

"Can we talk about this first?"

"There's nothing to talk about." he mumbled. His eyes met yours just as fast as it averted to something else in the room.

You scoffed in disbelief, "What the hell does that mean? You waltz in here, pretending like I don't exist, start packing and then you had the audacity to say that 'there's nothing to talk about'? "

Your hands were making weird gestures, trying to get your point across and you finally took a deep breath, calming yourself. "You're not going to leave me right?"

Saul lowered his head, staring at his feet, still not answering your question.

After an awkward long painful silence he finally said, "I can't do this."

“What-“

The sight of him taking off his engagement ring made a lump form in your throat. You can tell his hands were shaking, hesitation on pulling it off but he still did. It made your stomach drop as your breathing became choppy.

“I’m sorry.”

Your sadness replaced itself in anger as you snapped, "You're sorry?! What? I don't even get an explanation? After everything?"

He didn't reply to your question, only choosing to stare at his ring that was placed on the bed. You took a deep breath and aggressively wiped the tears that went down your cheeks.

"I genuinely thought you're my person." you spat.

The countless days where you guys would cuddle up together, talking about kids and buying a house in the countryside. All of the mornings where you would discuss names for your kids that would always end up in a friendly wrestling match because one didn't agree on a name. Plans for a garden wedding.

It was all for nothing.

"You deserve better than me." he mumbled, finally looking into your eyes. His heart broke when he saw the tear that escaped your eye.

"Isn't that for me to decide." you stated in a more softer tone. "Please don't go." you begged. The sniffles that hit his ears makes him want to bring you into his arms, telling you that everything's okay.

But he can’t.

He won’t.

"I have to, you'd be safer." he said, looking directly into your eyes. You could feel the pain reflecting in them, the battle his mind was having and the fondness he still held every time he looked at you.

He looked at you like you hung all the stars and the moons.

"What does that supposed to mean?" you confusedly asked. It didn't make sense.

"I can't risk hurting you."

He knows deep down he never will. He would never in a million years, in his wildest dreams hurt you like that.

"What do you think you're doing right now?"

That hit him like a truck. What was he doing right now? He continued to convince himself that you'd be better off without him. Convincing himself that leaving the person he loves most is a good decision.

You numbly nodded your head, “It’s stupid how I actually thought that you’d stay.”

And with those last words, he left and closed the door, taking half of your heart qith him.

Your knees became week as reality sets, making you drop down onto the floor.

He actually left.

Your fiance left.

Ex-fiance.

How are you going to explain this to your family and friends?

“Oh! He just left with no explanations, breaking my heart and my soul at the same time!” 

Sobs wracking your frame, tears coating your cheeks, your vision was blurry and all you felt was endless pain. Your breathing starts to become shallower, and you know you're lacking oxygen. So, you tried to regulate your breathing, pulling your knees to your chest. 

Saul didn't leave as soon as the door shut, so he could hear the first sob you let out. But he couldn't take it anymore, so he quickly rushed to his car.

 Throwing his bags in the back as he sat down at the driver seat, hot white anger flooded him.

 He made you cry. 

How could he? 

The only thing that made his life brighter. The only thing that kept him going. 

He lost it. 

He started banging the steering wheel in anger as he let out heart wrenching screams and sobs. The both of you lost half of yourselves that night, and you weren't sure if you're going to get it back. 

reblog for a kiss! 💋

[yuri-spike-pit]

quick fix

@kabrox18 doodled a lovely little thing of andromeda holding her wife's hand. i wrote a companion piece to accompany it as thanks; it's about andromeda fixing a kink in silva's hand and sharing an easy moment together in the fabrication lab.

content tags: short fiction, original fiction, sapphic characters, robotics, engineering, repairs

word count: 1.4k

⋆｡°•☁︎ quick fix☁︎•°｡⋆

A firm knock at the doorway pulled Andromeda from her soldering job with a sharp inhale of acrid flux. It wasn't an impatient knock, nor a timid one. But it was a familiarly measured one, which happened when a more casual knock had not managed to get her attention.

"Hey, bee," Andromeda greeted before she turned around. She habitually rolled her neck about with a grunt. "What's up?"

Silva plodded inside in an easy lope. She must've polished herself recently. The black and green accents of her purple paint job were especially glossy as she made her way over to the soldering benches in the lower right of the room, past the robotic arms surrounding the empty building space and under ventilation pipes snaking across the ceiling. The ceiling's the cleanest surface in the shop, and even then, Andromeda could see some smoke stains here, some splotches of lubricant from pressurization fuck-ups there. Silva's pristine job on herself certainly didn't make it look any cleaner.

Andromeda's gaze fell back down over Silva's broad shoulder and towards the doorway. Silva hadn't ducked under it when she came in. She hasn't been ducking for a while, but she did it all the time when she first joined the team's numbers. Something about Tecton's doorways rarely ever accommodating the Bulwarks' mass, despite insisting on having them patrol factories and more secure offices. It was almost as if Bulwarks were anti-tank weaponry and were never intended for urban lifestyles. And the morons kept making them bigger.

"—me out?"

Andromeda blinked. Silva was in front of her now, holding out her right hand. "I—Sorry, I didn't hear anything you just said," she said on a huff of a chuckle. The damp, dingy sponge hissed as she swiped the tip of the iron across it before popping it back into the stand. "What was it?"

Silva's pupils rounded fondly before returning to their usual slits. "It's incredible how quickly you can stop paying attention," she said.

"What can I say? I'm a woman of many talents."

"This is undeniably true. What were you thinking about?"

"Uh…" Andromeda rubbed her chin. "Nothing important. How Tecton keeps making Bulwarks bigger. And how dirty my ceiling is."

Silva cast a bemused glance upward. She always blinked once when she was trying to find a polite way to say something. She didn't used to do that either. Blink. Or be polite. "I'm not sure I understand the association," she admitted after a moment. "A woman of many talents, as you said."

Andromeda grinned and curled her fingers under Silva's extended claws. But as she tugged them down to fold down over her hand, her smile faded and her brow pinched slightly.

"These feel tight."

"You can tell that quickly?"

"Well, yeah. I know what your hand's supposed to feel like."

Her pupils rounded again. This time, they stayed round. "Then I suppose you hardly need me to repeat myself. That's the problem I came to you for. I don't know how exactly it happened, but I closed my hand, and then couldn't get it open without some force. Now I can't close it again. Help would be appreciated if you aren't busy." She shrugged her pauldron towards Andromeda's mess on the workbench.

Andromeda shook her head. "Nah, that's me being bored. Here, let's… take a look… Mind grabbing, let's see… The drill bit with the chisel-shaped end, the battery for the drill, and my screwdriver from my workbench?"

Silva cast a wary glance at the simultaneous morgue, graveyard, and hospital of projects looming in the opposite corner of the room.

"If something falls, that's your fault," she said as she lumbered off.

The dial of the soldering station purred as Andromeda twisted it off. The circuit board she was frankensteining together and holding hostage with a couple of clamps seemed to gleam a little sigh of relief. Silva then returned with the tools (nothing fell, of course, because Silva was far more careful than Andromeda and did not treat her work crudely). Andromeda walked her stool back a little to make more room for her beloved.

"What do you think is wrong?" Silva asked as she set the tools down before Andromeda. The ventilation hummed quietly overhead.

"Mm... Give it here…"

Silva obliged and extended her stiff hand. Andromeda caught her index in the saddle of her thumb and drew her close. As though she were a kite, or a flight of silk, rather than a several thousand-ton war machine, Silva drifted easily to her, even going so far as to kneel at her side. Gently, Andromeda laid her hand palm side up in her lap and tried to curl her claws inward. They didn't budge. She tried again and tilted a pierced, pricked ear towards Silva's hand. No sound of the tiny gears in the micro motors or the actuators, so it probably wasn't the wiring or the electronics, or Silva resisting her…

"Can you try moving them yourself?"

She did with a vague expression of discomfort—narrowed pupils, tightened armor, flatter eyes. Andromeda heard the motors whine, but nothing happened. Okay. Definitely not the electronics.

"Has it been getting tighter over time? Like, past couple weeks or days?"

"Yes, but I was able to manage it." Silva shuffled a bit closer on her knees. Even like this, she was still eye level with Andromeda.

"By upping the torque on your motors?"

Silva paused. Her eyes dimmed into a deeper crimson. A tell-tale sign she was sinking into her diagnostics. They brightened back up a split second before she spoke. "It appears so. I must've been compensating without realizing. "

Andromeda hummed with a bob of her head. "Mm. It happens. I think the screws in your joints got tightened too much. If they're not balanced when I reset them, they can get tightened or loosened naturally over time when you use your hands. So, my bad. But forcing your hand back open is probably what got it stuck."

"I see."

"Yeah, same rule of thumb as sex: if something isn't going when it's supposed to go, don't force it."

Silva stuttered out a staticky bleep of a laugh. "Noted."

Andromeda tittered as she pinned the two free-floating strands of hair dangling in her face back with a couple of bobby pins. Then she took up the drill, undid the chuck to slip the bit in, then redid it. With a series of clicks, she twisted the dial to lower the torque on the drill, then flicked the switch to spin the bit anti-clockwise. It sort of felt like a surgeon snapping on their gloves. In a way, it was.

Gently, she guided Silva's hand to lay as flat as she could get it on the workbench. Then she slotted in the bit, and, with the same delicacy a pâtissier placed their final shavings onto their work, squeezed the trigger until the drill began to hum in her hands. A little more, and there was a moment as it twisted against her, but she remained steady, and the screw spun loose. A pneumatic hiss of relief sighed from Silva's shoulders.

"Much better," she hummed.

Andromeda hurried and freed up the rest of her hand, gave it a quick kiss, and then let Silva relax her claws full against the desk. She gratefully curled her fingers up a few times before stilling again. Hm. She had a few nicks on the paint here and there. Her hands were always amongst the first to start showing signs of wear and tear, preceded only by her feet and foreleg.

"Now we just tighten them properly this time," she said. She picked up the screwdriver, and then paused. Then she set down her screwdriver and looked up at Silva. "Since I fucked it up last time, do you—Woah."

Silva was a good foot closer than she was a moment ago and watching her with a shiny-eyed expression.

“Hey, you,” Andromeda smiled crookedly. “Do you wanna do it?”

“No. It’s difficult for me to use tools that small.” She leaned forward and pressed her chevron to the side of Andromeda’s head. “And I prefer to watch you work.”

Andromeda’s smile grew into a beam. “Yes’m. I’ll do ya proud!” “I know you will.”

[papa-evershed]

If you're up for it, your top 3/top 5 hottest (RJC) characters (and why)? Based SOLELY on looks. Feel free to include gifs, if you have the time. Gotta say, Daniel became my #2 and is competing with Saul Silva for No.1 spot. I mean...Goddamn..🤤🍽️ Is Rob aging like a fine wine or do i just have daddy issues?

I think he's aging beautifully. Aging well doesn't only have to mean a lack of aging, but simply getting better as you do it, imo. When all the features of aging—wrinkles, greys, eye-bags, skin spots, etc, actually make a person look like a more beautifully seasoned version of their younger selves? That's aging well too.

As for Daddy issues, IDK, only you can decide for yourself if it's daddy related. 🤓 I ain't here to judge either way. Don't we all want a dad in the streets but a daddy in the sheets? 🤡

I'll put my top five under a cut! Not only just for the length but general cringe and possible thirst talk. So if that isn't someone's thing they can only blame themselves for continuing to read.

#1. Top honor is undoubtedly Daniel fucking Watson. Because speaking of aging beautifully, it's his most recent role so it was pretty much guaranteed to become my new favorite in terms of looks for that reason alone. I'm never going to be that person who is most thirsty for a role that happened fifteen years ago simply because I like men with some age on them. I want a whole ass man. I want the salt and pepper hair, I want the almost-white facial fuzz, I want the eye crinkles that cut deep towards his cheeks. That shit is sexy as fuck. If I wanted someone that looked like Timothy Chamomile I'd be out here giffing Willy Wonka.

And Daniel Watson is serving. The neck fuzz alone tickles the cave woman portion of my brain and makes me feral.

He just walks and moves and carries himself like A Man™ but not the sort that has so much swagger that it seems like they're over compensating. Important difference. A bit tired, a bit weary, just all the things I relate to a good, tired, dad. It feels natural and that's what makes it sexy. (Also the belly.)

And this show is finally giving us proper close-ups and beautiful profile shots. Like you said, based on looks alone, 1000/10. There's nothing to complain about. And another reason it's my new favorite—freckles! They aren't covering the freckles. I just like people's faces to look natural, is that so much to ask for?

The next four are probably interchangeable, it really just depends on my mood as far as who ranks above who. So don't put too much weight into the order, just know they'd round out my top five.

#2. Saul Silva. Specifically, season one Saul Silva though, because yes I'm still bitter about the hair dye. I realize it was likely bc of DA filming but I give not a single shit, I'll stay bitter about it until I die. Saul ranks this high for the same reasons as Daniel Watson really. A bit of grey, a bit of scruff, just looks natural and delicious.

^ That look is pure 🔥🔥 and anyone who attempts to claim otherwise (not that anyone ever has) is a lying liar that tells lies. Also, wardrobe is superior in Fate compared to a lot of his other roles. We got a good mixture of casual wear in addition to his little uniform.

(And also the belly.)

3. Hutch. That's it, that's all I have to say. Just Hutch.

It's a shame that he died but I get it. If I were some big monster I'd eat his ass first too. Literally and figuratively. 🫡

4. Martin Evershed! Can't leave off my boy Mr. Evershed. Again, for a lot of the same reasons as mentioned above. I prefer him recent. I prefer him with greys. I prefer him looking soft and delicious. What Ackley lacked in wardrobe it made up for in just indulging my Dad™ kink.

(And also the belly.)

#5. This fucker from Vera, Richard.

This role isn't talked about much, likely because it was small, but damn if he didn't look great. The scruff, the nose, the plain black tee? Fucking perfect.

(And of course, also the wee bit of belly. 🤠)

TLDR - I think he looks better the older he gets so my favorite roles tend to fall in line with that and I'm a cave troll that wants men to look as natural as I can get 'em.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIII MACINTOSH i forgor 2 ask this earlier BUT. free card 2 talk about ur cauldron thoughts now that u know they r doing unethical human experimentation & also the other two members of the triumvirate etc Know About It... if u want... do u have any pepe silva redstringing going on.... eyes emoji eyes emoji.... anyway HI i would love so much 2 bother u more abt deadwood & also worm stuff i have been. thinking abt fucking nhw all day. its dire. unfortunately it is friends & extended family socialization hours for mee <333 anyway hope u had a good day!!!

OUGH THE EXTENDED FAMILY SOCIALIZATION..... you are so so so strong dude. sending u all of my remaining energy in the form of LONG FUCKING POST ABOUT WORM LETS GO.

OKAY . put that under a cut bc i know I'm gonna ramble. I have so many thoughts and none of them are coherent.

FUCK CAULDRON MAN. LIKE . THEYRE AWESOME. BUT THEY JUST FILL ME WITH SUCH A SENSE OF DREAD. they feel like. to me. they feel like the Big Bad of worm . not so much in the final boss kind of way but in the "underground corporation that is morally bankrupt enough to do unethical human experimentation seems to have its fingers in basically every single cape organization out there." maybe that's overstating their reach a bit but. THE PROTECTORATE ?!?!?!? LEGEND!??!!??! the fucking slaughterhouse nine apparently !?!?!?!?!?!?! what are u gonna tell me next, they fucking. made one or all of the endbringers or something !?!?!?!?!?!?! (<< this is my most wild theory but in my defense i don't know anything about simurgh yet and that one seems suspicious in some way. if I'm right about this I'll crawl on my roof and scream at the sky.)

ok ok ok thoughts feelings emotions yes. but also. taking a second here to lay out the facts that I think I know so far. 1) cauldron is doing human experimentation (awesome for me). pretty straightforward. 2) AT LEAST ONE of the protectorate capes are cauldron-made. We know about legend (and battery but shes not at the same level legend is if i remember correctly). it was KIND OF IMPLIED???? that eidolon might be too??????? what the fuck were they talking about injections with him. sus. and if 2/3 are cauldron capes. why would alexandria be any different. what the FUCK the implications of this are insane. 3) they have also created VILLAINS. and while they say they actively discourage it, they also admit that they cant exactly stop it from happening. and also tjeyre proven liars. they specifically told battery to let siberian and shatterbird escape. siberian's creator/real body/whatever the hell he is to her had the cauldron brand. which leads me to think that shatterbird is probably a cauldron cape too. trying to cover their tracks???? pretty disastrous if two of the SLAUGHTERHOUSE NINE show up with identical tattoos that can be traced back to the shadowy underground organization that also created some of the most revered heroes. thats a fucking timebomb waiting to happen.

wait as im typing this. i think im confusing the protectorate and the triumvirate. you know what i mean i hope. i also know what i mean but unfortunately i am Stupid and there are So Many names. anyway moving on.

UHHHHHH . FUCK. theory wise. i dont know if i have any solid theories other than the fact that i think cauldron as an organization will turn out to be the bbeg. also that thing i said about the endbringers except thats less of a theory i actually believe and more of a "wouldnt that be fucking crazy huh". i dont think i have enough information yet to guess at their MOTIVES but... i think its going to turn into a "the whole system has been corrupt from the beginning and the difference between heroes and villains is more of an act to keep the rest of the world in check than anything else." i keep going back to that thing one of the brockton bay heroes said in the first wards interlude. where one of them said something like "that would ruin the show" thats a thing that happened right????????? the fuckingggg. merchandization of the heroes drives me a little crazy. theyre like celebrities. actually no theyre more like a sports team where you root for them to beat the "bad guys" and obviously its not that simple because the villains ARE terrible and are doing awful things with their powers a lot of the time (kaiser, the s9, etc etc) but also like... you have ppl like the undersiders and faultline's crew and the travellers. who are just like.... people with a goal. BUT YOU ALSO HAVE THE HEROES. WHO. fuck!!! after this last interlude!!!!! fucking alexandria and eidolon, two of THE MOST heroes in the world!!! are aware of and ambivalent to unethical human experimentation and will continue to allow it to happen!!!! and on a smaller scale youve got armsmaster (everything about him) and miss militia ("just shoot her in the head dont worry about it") and also the entirety of the child soldier- i mean wards program. like. its all so fucked. its all SO fucked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and cauldron probably has their greasy little paws in all of the leading parties!!!!!!

god i am so NOT good at putting my thoughts about this kinda shit into words but just know i have been fucking blender microwave comboing this for HOURS now. the kitchen is a MESS. i KNOW theres something im forgetting here. augh. may reblog this with more thoughts later. i was originally also gonna tlak about nhw a little bit but GOD im jsut thinking about cauldron now.

[0venatrix]

Considering the Silva Tenebris lore,

This goes for each of your OCs

1: how would they end up on silva Tenebris (where were they, who were they with,etc.)

2: what would they do (like spread corruption, research the herateknica,etc.)

3: who would they side with (the court of the cog,Maldrogoth, someone else?)

4: how would they react? (Would they freak out? Would they relish in it? Light work no reaction?)

In my novel they can create Portals across time and space (PATS). -They were trying to get somewhere and something went wrong, leaving them in another dimension. To end up like this, the portal exit closed while there in it, throwing em to a random spot. -Whoever’s here is whoever travels around in the portals. Abigail Muller: Here. She’s a parrot and can’t be left alone. Archive: Here. Sentient ai, can live in Terry’s arm Bill Anderson: Not here. Dosnt interact with the unit much. Carl: Here. Daniel Muller: Here. Eleanor Bull: Here. Karl Muller: Here Little Bird: Not here. Logistics guy. Would know something went wrong. Mark Smith: Here. Richard Muller: Here Scykykyky: Not here. Antagonist and gets killed in novel. Terry: Here

There top priority would be figuring out how on earth to get back home. They’d know what happened, and be hoping Little Bird could locate them. They wouldn’t split up. Funny thing is, Warhammer exists as it dose in our reality in there universe. It would be a weird experience for them. Abigail Muller: Parrot. She’d be vibing. Not doing much. Archive: Being a rouge military AI, Archive could seriously fuck things up if given the chance. Archive is in your head. Archive knows your thoughts :) Carl: Doing batshit insane shit as he tries to figure out how to get home. He is technically an insurrectionist, he kinda dose what he wants. Daniel Muller: He hasn’t changed since the 30’s, he’s going to be very rude to anyone he doesn’t consider “human”. May leave the group. Freaking out. Eleanor Bull: Eleanor’s making the plans. There kinda weird, but she got the spirit. Like Richard she knows what Warhammer is. Karl Muller: Rolls along with whatever everyone else is doing. Would like to learn about the environment. Mark Smith: Unit leader. Makes the final decisions. Focused on getting home. Hes cracking out all the gear. Just in case. Could call for support. Richard Muller: Warhammer nerd. Happy to explore (cautiously). He knows everything. Also he’s the radio coms guy, he would find a way to pick up on a signal. Terry: Very superstitious guy, honestly he’d fit right in. Engineer and field medic, his priority is keeping everyone running. He has his best friend, big plasma canon. After some time they’d get bored and just wait until LB locates em and opens a portal. They’d go exploring, like a funky holiday. Technically there operating under marks command, and are part of an actual military, so they can’t get involved in anything unless given asked to.

As per above, they wouldn’t side with anyone. They’d keep to them selves. I’ll have to do some reading to determine who they’d favour tho.

Abigail Muller: “Is it me or is it kind of depressing here?” “I could do with an apple” Wary. And hungry. Archive: “lmao I’m gonna steal someone’s top secret information. This is what they call fun.” “I am in your internet.” Carries on chaotically as normal. Carl: “Hey dude Mark this wants the plan was it? Nar yer well I’m gonna fuck around till I find out.” Very insouciant. Daniel Muller: “Is this hell did we die?” “No I am a Christian man.” Freaking out. Very stressed. Eleanor Bull: “He Richard is it like, like Jumnji?” “Huh more PATS stuff.” Light work no reaction. Kinda overstimulating tho. Karl Muller: “Here we go agin.” Not surprised by this point. Pretty chill. Mark Smith: “We have to get back home” “Hope we don’t need another unit to find us.” Very focused. Very serious. If he’s stressed you don’t know. Richard Muller: “I’d rather fiction stay fictional.” “What dose this imply?” Pretty neat, kinda stressful tho. Terry: “Is this the realm of the gods?” Like Mark.

[sunsafewriting]

Do A Flip - chapter 5

After leaving St Michael’s, Ava does everything she can to support Diego, including taking him to extracurriculars. Beatrice is his aikido instructor, and it changes everything.

chapter excerpt:

Miguel. 

He finds Ava sitting in the shade under a large tree. She’s slumped back against the trunk, arms folded over her chest, legs stretched out in front of her. 

He drops down beside her — leaving a gap, because they’re both kind of gross and sweaty from the last few hours of manual labour — and follows her gaze. She’s watching Beatrice and Diego across the courtyard, where they seem to be embroiled in some kind of debate. If Miguel had to guess, he’d say it’s round two of the can I climb the trellis? negotiations that Diego has already lost once. 

Ava seems content to rest in silence, but Miguel’s been waiting patiently for his opportunity to tease her, and he’s absolutely not going to let it slide. 

"How’s your foot?" he asks, all innocence. Okay, maybe half, one-third, one-quarter innocence. 

Ava elbows him in the ribs — more gently than he deserves. And she’s smirking, so he knows that he’s not really bothering her. "Sore," she says. "But fine. The flowerpot wasn’t that heavy." 

He grins. He’s not going to let her live this down for a while, and he suspects that Mary won’t either. "And how’s your pride?" 

"Just fine," she tells him. "It may surprise you to hear this, Miguel, but today was not the first time something like that has happened to me." 

"Maybe you should do a better job keeping Beatrice away from the fifty-pound bags of gravel, then."

"Unfortunately, she can look hot doing anything," Ava complains, plucking a piece of grass from the dirt and tearing it in half, then in half again. "I’ll never be safe." 

"Tough break, Silva."

"It’s rough."

"Yup. But I’m told that God never gives us more than we can handle," he says. 

It’s the sort of mildly sacreligious joke that would normally go down well with Ava, but he doesn’t get a response. 

In fact, she’s frowning, attention fixed on where Beatrice has successfully distracted Diego from the trellis, redirecting him by showing him how to plant one of the new baby saplings in the ground. They’re kneeled down together, on opposite sides of the plant, and Diego’s head is tilted in careful concentration while Beatrice explains what they’re doing. 

"Ava? Are you —"

"Do you think he does, though, sometimes?" Ava blurts. 

"Huh?"

"God. Like, I don't believe in any of it, but — but say that I did." She squirms nervously, twisting the material of her shirt in her hands. "Do you think that sometimes God, or the universe, or whatever, really does send you more than you can handle?"

And they’re obviously not talking about Ava's inability to be chill about Beatrice's biceps anymore, but he has no idea how this got away from him. 

Apparently Ava doesn’t either, judging by the humourless way she laughs, how she waves a hand vaguely. 

"Sorry," she says. "I feel a bit weird. Maybe I have heatstroke." 

And that would be easy to turn into a joke, and probably Ava even wants him to, but he won’t. "What do you mean?"

She draws her knees up to her chest and winds her arms around them, as though it’s important to be as small as possible for this. "I just — for a long time, I didn’t have anything in my life go well. Like, at all. And that’s — I get it. Luck of the draw, right? You keep rolling." She shrugs. Sharply. "But this last while, it’s like things can’t seem to stop going well. I have Diego and Beatrice and my friends, and the bar, and college, and it's all working out for me right now."

"Sounds like maybe you earned a break. And you're getting it," he replies.

She puffs out a breath. "And how long does the break last?"

"Ava —"

"I have, like, everything I've ever wanted. Do you know how crazy that is? What if I fuck it up?"

"You won't fuck it up," Miguel assures her. "You might fuck up, every now and then, but you're not going to fuck it up. Your life, I mean. You know that it's going well because of you, right, Ava? Because you're great, and people love you?"

She fidgets, then cracks a deliberate smile. "I am pretty spectacular."

"Yeah. And besides, not that it's really the point, or whatever, but you don't have everything you ever wanted, actually." It’s likely not the best approach to take, but Miguel’s not a licensed therapist. Solve the most obvious problem in front of you: that’s his motto. 

"You and I both know that the odds of a Jurassic Park ever —"

"Not that," he says, rolling his eyes. "I mean Beatrice. And your — well. That whole thing. Pretty sure you wouldn't be dropping flower pots if you'd sorted that out."

"Nah, I still would be," Ava declares, with so much exasperated confidence that he doesn't question it. "But you make a good point, I guess. I just — sometimes it's like I can feel this whole awesome future hinging around me. And if I drop the ball, it all goes away."

"It wouldn't," he promises. "If you dropped the ball, Beatrice would pick it up. Or I'd pick it up. Or one of your other friends would."

Ava nods. "I know that. In my head of heads." It’s an odd expression, but Ava's full of odd expressions. 

"And I can prove it to you. Sort of," Miguel says, because right at that moment, Beatrice is past them. She’s holding a watering can, making her way towards the garden tap, and looking over at them far less than she would look over at Ava in any other context. 

He hopes that one day, once she and Ava are together for real, she starts to like him a bit more, because he really likes her. 

"Hey, Beatrice!" he hollers. 

She stops, turns to them. "Yes?"

"What would you do if Ava blew up your apartment?" Arguably the most substantial dropping of the ball it is possible for one person to achieve. 

Beatrice’s eyebrow arches up. "We don't have the necessary materials at our apartment for an explosion. The most she could manage is a reasonably-sized oil fire."

"Just say she blew it up. The whole thing. Everything in it."

"Is this one of those riddles?"

According to Ava, Diego has been going through something of a trick question phase lately, so perhaps Beatrice is right to be wary. 

"It's not a riddle," he promises. 

"Well, I suppose we'd have to get a new apartment, wouldn't we?" she says. "And new things. Although Ava tells me her Loch Ness monster ladle is irreplaceable."

"Just because you can buy another one online doesn't mean it's the same," Ava insists. 

"And we'd also have to make sure you didn't go to prison for arson or insurance fraud or whatever inspired you," Beatrice lists off. 

Ava grins. "Are you saying you’d have to get me off on charges of — wait, that I’d have to get off on — okay, give me a second, I’m nearly there —" 

"That’s what she said," Beatrice supplies, in a tone so dry that it takes Miguel a beat to process that she’s being playful. 

Ava experiences no such delay: she glows brilliantly, all at once. "Oh my god. I’m such a good influence on you. Twelve years of Catholic education can’t touch this," she declares, preening.

Miguel can think of about six comments in response to that , but even though Ava would certainly find them hilarious, he doesn’t think Beatrice would. 

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul Silva/Farah x Student!reader - wild card

SO LIKE A FARAH/SAUL X PLATONIC STUDENT READER, TERRA X PLATONIC (OR ROMANTIC) READER - @casserole-from-dads-asserole 💜

Looking at the second year student who was grilling into some first year, you scolded as you watched how the scene was going to play out.

You then watched a familiar first year walk over to the pair and you stuffed your hands in your pockets as you walked over to watch.

She was ripping into him and you smirked a little but the moment you said one nasty thing to her, you stood in front of her.

“Wanna say that again Riven?” You asked.

“Oh fuck off (Y/N), no one’s scared of you.”

You hummed a little and pulled your hands out of your pockets as you smirked a little, eyes flashing purple as you looked at him before they turned back to normal.

“I think you are..” you whispered.

You pulled your and back, and swung for him, hitting him in the face you did the same thing with your other hand and you pinned him against the wall.

Leaning forward, you shoved him against the wall as he tried to move and everyone watched the scene play out.

“Don’t fuck with Terra or I swear to god I will leave you such a mess they won’t be able to figure out what student you are…” you growled.

Riven grinned a little as he tapped your arm a few times and you let him go, wiping the blood from his face.

He smirked at you and winked.

“I think it’s hot when you get all worked up.”

You scoffed a little.

“Unfortunately for you I’m not interested, you’re literally a walking STD.”

Grinning at him, you took his flask from his hand and downed the rest of its contents before tossing it aside and you turned around.

Walking over to Terra you placed your arm on her head.

“You find me if anyone gives you trouble.” You whispered.

“I will, thanks (Y/N). But you know I can fight for myself right?” She asked.

You shrugged a little and moved your arm and stuffed your hands back in your pockets again as you looked at her friends walking over.

“I know, but I’ve got to dip before I get caught, see you around Harvey.”

With that, you walked away and left the party and Terra smiled to herself as she turned to her friends.

“Who was that?” Musa whispered.

“(Y/N) (L/N), absolute wild card. Last year she got into a huge fight with Riven she nearly sent him to hospital.” Stella replied.

“Sounds dangerous..” Aisha mumbled.

Riven pushed himself from the wall and grinned at them all.

“Don’t get on her bad side, and don’t let her see you being a bitch to Terra she’ll have your head.”

He walked away.

“Why’s she not been kicked out if she’s so aggressive?” Bloom asked.

Terra laughed a little.

“She’s not.. she’s not aggressive bloom. She’s a bit hotheaded sure, but she means well. Plus I’ve heard rumours that Silva and Dowling are her guardians.”

Everyone shared a look.

They were curious about you and they wanted to know more, and something told them it wasn’t going to be the last they saw of you.

Sitting on the wall, you felt something tap your leg and you looked down, grinning a little at the teacher standing below.

“It’s literally the first night.” He sighed.

“See Saul I would apologise but we both know that would be a lie.” You mused back.

Silva sighed, shaking his head at you as he gestured for you to jump down and you did.

“One, it’s Silva. Not Saul. Two, that doesn’t change the fact it’s the first night (Y/N), and that you now have detention Tomorrow.”

You shrugged a little and walked away and he rolled his eyes at you.

Classes had started not long after, and you were on your best behaviour for a little while, until you were wondering the halls.

People were whispering and talking while looking at you and you frowned as you looked around.

Finding a familiar face, you walked over to him and rested your back again the wall, arms over your chest.

“So what’s the talk Sky?”

“What do you mean?”

Laughing a little, you rolled your eyes as you looked up at him.

“You know what I mean. Why’re they staring at me?”

He smirked a little, coping the way you were stood.

“Because you’re a riot and they know you’ve punched more people then they can count and it’s only a few weeks in.”

You hummed a little and he pushed himself from the wall and gestured for you to follow him so he did, and while he walked to Stella you stood next to Terra.

“Ooo homework, looks boring.”

You sat next with Terra, your back against the table as you covered her paper with your arm.

“Please I really need to finish that.”

“You’ve got loads of time don’t sweat it. How’re you enjoying student life?”

“Oh it’s amazing!”

Terra started telling you about her classes and the plants she had in her dorm and you just smiled and nodded along.

You knew about nothing about plants, so you had no clue what she was talking about, but you still enjoyed to listen.

Your eyes looked around the quad and you found someone started at you, and he flipped you off, so you stick your middle up and him in return.

“Ignore him (Y/N)..” Terra whispered.

“Sorry.”

You turned your attention to her and gave her a lazy smiled as you picked up her homework so you could read it.

“I don’t understand a word of this.”

Terra took the paper back.

“Well if you actually spent time study you would.”

“Ouch, okay. I see how it is.”

You stood up and walked over, stopping yourself next to bloom, wrapping your arm around her shoulder.

“Blooms my friend now.”

“You’d miss me.” Terra grinned.

“Yeah and I already have a knack for trouble I don’t need your help getting into even more.” Bloom laughed.

You snickered at her and looked at her.

“Yeah I’ve heard about your little adventures, which is fair enough you know, you do you. Anyways im going to be late.”

You climbed over the table, careful not to step on anyone’s work while they all yelled at you to get down.

Jumping down, you quickly leant back over it.

“You and me, your dorm later I want to see all those plants.”

Terra smiled and eagerly nodded her head and you jogged away to get to your next class.

Sitting in your seat, you swung back and forth as you didn’t really pay attention to what was going on. You weren’t interested and you wanted to leave.

Looking around, you found a note being passed around, and when it reached you everyone froze.

You slowly opened the note and read everything that people were writing.

“So.. not only are we mocking first years, we’re also picking on adults too?” You asked.

You stood up on your chair, clearing your throat and the teacher looked at you.

“(Y/N) sit down.” She warned.

“Headmistress Dowling is a useless teacher who shouldn’t be here. And Headmaster Silva is terrifying and hurts his students.”

You screwed up the paper into a ball and bounced it off someone’s head and stood up on the table, walking from table to table.

“I’ll call the headmistress!” The teacher warned.

You looked at her then back to the students who were staring up at you scared.

“So, who wrote it?”

The classes stayed quiet.

“Who thinks Dowling is useless and Silva hurts his students?!” You yelled.

The whole class pointed to one student and you walked over to the sound, crouching down as you looked at him.

Your purple eyes stared into his.

“Oh you’re terrified, do I scare you like Silva does?”

He slowly shook his head.

“No? Well let’s change that.”

You punched him, knocking him from his chair and you jumped down, placing your foot on his chest as he tried to hit you with fire but he could barely summon it.

“Listen to me and listen very carefully. Dowling deserves her job, this school with NEVER have a headmistress like her again. And Silva cares for his students, he doesn’t hurt them he trains them. Maybe get your facts right.”

“(Y/N)!”

You jumped up, whipping your head to the door and you grinned a little at the woman who stood there arms crossed.

“Let’s go.”

Leaning down, you crouched over the other student, patting his cheek.

“Be thankful.” You whispered.

With that, you jumped up, grabbed your bag and followed Farah.

She led you to her classroom and made you sit at the front of the class and carried on teaching her lesson.

You were bored to still, but you looked around as the first years started to practice their magic.

“You’ve got work to be completing.”

Farah pointed at your paper and you huffed a little bit as you turned around to do you work.

The class ended and she stood in front of your desk as the door was opened and closed again.

“So, we’re just trying to see how many kids we can punch in the face this year?” Silva asked.

“Going for a record.” You grinned.

Silva laughed a little and shook his head and Farah slapped his side.

“This isn’t funny!” She hissed.

“It’s a little funny.” He whispered.

She rolled her eyes and turned to face him.

“Why did you teach her how to fight?” She whispered.

“Because she was curious! You taught her how to intimidate people!”

You looked at the two bickering teachers and you slowly stood up, grabbing your bag as you quietly walked over to a window.

Putting the bag on your shoulder you pushed the window open a little and crawled halfway out.

“Hey! No escaping!” Silva yelled.

They both turned to you and you gave them a small salute.

“See you two at dinner!”

With that, you jumped down and jogged away while they sighed and looked back at one another.

“This is your fault.” Farah said.

“How’s this my fault! I didn’t teach her that.” He huffed.

“Yeah but you taught her how to fight people.”

Silva rolled his eyes.

“She’d still be fighting them, at least she can throw a proper punch.”

The two teacher carried on their bickering as they walked out of the classroom.

You jogged around the school grounds until you found where you wanted to be and you slipped through the doors of the greenhouse.

Professor Harvey looked up, then back down then stopped and turned to you.

“You should be in detention.”

“Yup.”

You set your bag down and walked over, looking at what he was doing.

“You ran away again didn’t you?”

“Yup!”

You grinned a little and he handed you some papers to go through.

“They’re going to realise you’re hiding out in here, you can’t keep running from them. You see them every day.”

“Yeah, but it’s fun to annoy them you know? It adds a bit of entertainment.”

Professor Harvey rolled his eyes and went back to what he was doing as you gathered some of the stuff he had listed.

Sure, they would find out you hide in the greenhouse when you break out of detention but it didn’t make it any less funny