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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝙼𝙷𝙰 𝙼𝚎𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚂/𝙾

Summary: What do the MHA men think of a partner with a quirk that gives them mental manipulation powers like those of the Scarlet Witch?

Warnings: Swearing, a tiny bit of angst, VERY slight suggestiveness in Dabi’s but nothing major

Characters: Dabi (Touya Todoroki), Twice (Jin Bubaigawara), Hawks (Keigo Takami)

Word Count: 1.4k

Note: Because the request asked for the reader to possess only SOME of the Scarlet Witch’s powers, I decided to focus on giving them the ability to manipulate matter with their mind. This contains the Scarlet Witch’s power of telekinesis as well as the ability to see people’s thoughts, give them visions/alter their memories and perception AND the ability to essentially control the recipient through their mind, just to have a clear establishment of the reader’s powers before beginning the headcanons. I know that’s a lot for one quirk, but it’s what I thought fit best for the description of “Scarlet Witch powers” and TECHNICALLY it could all fit under one quirk along the lines of “mental manipulation”.

♡ Touya Todoroki ♡

- Dabi’s definitely proud of you and your amazing quirk, both as your boyfriend and as your partner-in-crime/colleague

He’s known about you since before the two of you started dating, and he knew he wanted to work with you from the moment he saw you.

- That didn’t mean he necessarily trusted you right away or anything, that came with a lot of time and relationship-building (especially because he new you could manipulate him mentally using your quirk if you wanted to), but he could see right away how powerful and skilled you were, and what an asset you would be to him and the League if you worked together

- And so he brought you to the League, slowly developing feelings over time as you proved just what a valuable asset you were to the League as a whole, and what an amazing partner you’d be to him as he began to trust that you wouldn’t use your power on him for any nefarious reasons

- Once the two of you are together, he’s honestly pretty protective of you

- It’s been a long time since Touya had anything that he was actually afraid of losing, but now that he has you, someone he can truly say he loves, the thought of someone trying to take you away from him is terrifying

- He’s not dumb, he knows that if he saw your potential before ever meeting you in person, other people do too. Heroes and other villains as well most likely, and with threats of heroes trying to lock you up and other villains trying to steal you for themselves, he can’t afford not to be protective

- He knows you can handle yourself, you’re an absolute bad-ass and your quirk makes it nearly impossible to face you head-on and win. But he can’t help but worry, and when he’s gone so many years without feeling that kind of worry, it overwhelms him and he’s compelled to do everything he can to keep you safe

- He’ll agree to train with you when you ask him in order to help you improve your skills with your quirk, but again, Touya’s not stupid. You can literally control his mind, he knows he has no chance of winning against you

- But he’s happy to help you strengthen your skills anyways, and he does give it his all each battle. He’s just accepted from the start that he’ll almost certainly not beat you, so his ego doesn’t get bruised when he inevitably loses

- Plus he finds it really hot when you look at him with the glowing red eyes you have whenever you’re using your quirk, red vapor emitting from your skin as you show off your amazing power. It’s quite distracting, in all honestly, and it’s led him to pull you in for a kiss and suddenly end your training session as you get completely distracted by your needy boyfriend more than once

- He likes to subtly brag to the other members of the League, too. Whenever you capture a hero or complete a mission without so much as a scratch left on you, he’ll mutter a satisfied, slightly protective “That’s my s/o” just loud enough for the others to hear him with the biggest shit-eating grin across his face :)

♡ Jin Bubaigawara ♡

- Jin is genuinely very proud of you and your amazing powers, he thinks you’re amazing all around and he tells everyone he knows about how strong his s/o’s power is

- He’s a very enthusiastic boyfriend, you see, and he loves taking about how amazing you an your power set is to anyone who will listen. (Which is beginning to become a difficult feat, as everyone in the League is beyond sick of hearing him talk about you at this point and he doesn’t really talk to anyone else much)

- He loves the League very much and considers them his family, but you come above even them. He’d rather die than let anything happen to you, and he makes sure you know that any time you go out on a mission together and tells you that his purpose is to protect you while you get the job done with your skills :)

- As your boyfriend, he’s also more than happy to help you improve your powers and grow stronger. He’s down to spar with you whenever you want to train, and he’s more than willing to get his ass kicked battling you if it’s helping you grow in the long run

- He’s never outright made you promise not to do any mind-control or getting into his head/altering his memories or perception, as he just trusts you not to do anything like that to him. Whether you betray that trust or not is up to you, but he never feels the need to have that conversation because as his partner, he trusts you wholly and completely

- He knows that your power requires full concentration, so he tries his best to ensure that whenever you’re training your mental abilities on your own, there are no distractions.

- He himself is pretty easily distracted, though, so unfortunately sometimes things slip through the cracks and someone/something manages to break your concentration and mess up your training

- He would do a lot of convincing to try and get you to join the League, because he thinks that you and your quirk would be an amazing asset to the League and working together would mean he would get to spend even more time with you!

- Jin never really wants to leave you alone, so he loves the idea of getting to spend more time with you, but if you really don’t want to work with the League, then he wont push it

- If you do decide to work with the League, though, he does everything he can to get you and the others to get along and to get them to see how amazing you and your powers are, even though that’s a difficult task considering how some of the League members react to new people lol.

- He’ll find a way, though, and soon you’ll become an absolutely essential member of and powerhouse to the League :)

♡ Keigo Takami ♡

- Keigo first saw you when you found yourself in the top 10 heroes of Japan one year, noticing quickly how you were the only person around his age in the top 10 alongside him

- He had seen you on TV before and knew the basic ideas of what your quirk could do, but when he saw you in person for the first time, he immediately knew that he wanted to get closer to you

- Something about you was just electric to him, drawing him in without even trying (and that wasn’t you using your quirk on him at all, he was just utterly infatuated with you even during your first ever meeting lol)

- The two of you talked a lot that night, Keigo even walking you home once the event was over because he wasn’t ready to stop chatting quite yet

- Despite only knowing the man for a few hours, you felt a connection and decided to confide in him, confessing that sometimes your powers were incredibly difficult to handle as a pro hero

- Having the power to see people’s thoughts, create illusions in their head and completely control them if certain circumstances were met was a very heavy weight to bear, and there were often debates amongst the public (and even in your own head) about how to ethically use your power, and what was too far

- You were careful to only ever use your ability to see into peoples’ minds when you absolutely needed it for a mission, you’d never use it on anyone in your personal life even as a joke. But it was still a heavy burden to bear and a very tricky power to balance in your position, and Keigo was incredibly sympathetic to that struggle

- He’s heard the debates about your powers before, and after that night he becomes one of your biggest defenders as he sees you’d never use your powers for anything other than good

- Especially after you start dating, whenever you’re brought up in interviews or people ask how he’s able to trust you as his partner with a power like that. he defends you and tells them that he’s 100% certain that he and all the other people you love can trust you. He knows for certain that you’re a good person, and wouldn’t abuse your power for personal gain

- When you first started training together his pride is definitely a little wounded by how easily you’re able to beat him when you max out your power lol, making a little pouty face that you have to kiss off his lips as you smirk in victory

- But over time he accepts that he’s no match for you in direct combat, and he takes great pride in how powerful you are, always going on and on about how “My s/o’s an absolute powerhouse, it’s pretty hot. You should see them in action” to his hero friends lol

- He does still like to tease you sometimes about how “spooky” you look when you use your power, though, saying you look like you belong in a comic book with red vapor wafting off of you in waves

- He knows that just because you’re powerful doesn’t mean that you can handle everything on your own, though, so he tries to make sure that you always have help and aren’t being forced to take on difficult missions on your own, and he always makes sure that you have a loving, cuddly boyfriend to come back home to and relax with at the end of all the days filled with difficult villains you have to face :)

Request - Anonymous said: hello!!! how are you? i saw you have your request open so i wanted to ask some hcs of hawks, dabi & twice with a reader that has some of the scarlet witch powers, not all of them bc that will be weird lmao??? if you could that would be amazing but if not that's totally okay!!! <3

A/N: I’m sorry if this request isn’t exactly what you wanted anon, I wasn’t sure which aspects of her powers you would want included in this so I tried to choose a set that would fit together/at least somewhat make sense as a single quirk and also what would be the most interesting to write! Also apologies if Twice’s isn’t the most accurate or if it isn’t as well-written, I did my best but I’ll admit I don’t know a ton about him as a character so I’m not sure how well that section turned out but hopefully it was okay, since I got to get to know his character at least a little better after finally catching up on season 6! ( Also I’ve told you guys before that I primarily write based on requests, and I’m especially inspired by/quicker to finish headcanon requests, so if you have any requests (especially for headcanons) please send them my way and I’ll happily write them for you! :)

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pstelwitchcraft · 7 months

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It's safe to say I am losing my mind over the new animated intro. There's something so satisfying abt seeing these characters I love so much animated in such a truly beautiful way and all the little moments had me gushing over them even more.

That being said i just HAD to make a little scene by scene 'review' of everything on 0.25 speed.

(I didn't want to go over tumblr's stupid number of images rule and there was so much I know i've missed some stuff so you're welcome to reblog with your favorite moments if i missed them, I tried to narrow it down as much as i could and even then this is still gonna have 2-3 parts for sure.)

My Scene-by-Scene of the new intro (part 1)

- We start off with the legend himself, had to put this in bc I love seeing how they honor matt in things like this and it's always fun to find his little cameos + we get to have a look at some of his amazing npcs

- starting off with some allies, Xandis and Ira, who both look just as cool as I imagined

- i love NK's whole design, he looks real svelte + his little shark teeth freak me out which is great

- Xandis is real hot surprising no one... i want them back 🥺

- We get into the villains now with Otohan, Lilliana and Ludy boy

- I love that lud gets like, half a second screentime, he'd be APALLED

- otohan and lilliana!!!!! (Kinda want them to step on me but be nice to bells hells pls)

- writing this i sort of realize that i'm 1000% more scared of otohan than lulu which is kind of funny but also totally justified since the last time we saw her it was like- the worst day of my life

- this made me tear up!!

- get all your tissues girlies we're crying in the club

- ITS WILL 😢😢 and DERRIG!!! 😭😭😭

- god liam why do u do thissss to meee

- All of our lost friends standing in the red storm 🥺

- the lumas twins, bertrand and eshteross...

- hot daddy orc come back to me 😭 I miss your cookies 😩

- love that we get this little nod to the silver sun and the *checks notes* FIFTY NINE times they were flung off of it in the very short time they owned it

- also... watcha doing there fearne? Stop stealing from ashton! (Or maybe dont its kinda hot)

- the girlfriends falling in each other's arms 🥺

- they are honestly so so cute i would die for these sapphic witches

- the ammount of little nods to them was also really really sweet, they're c3's fav ship and it shows

- we won besties 😭

(part 2)

#critical role #cr spoilers #cr3 #critical role spoilers #bells hells #critical role c3

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onceuponapuffin · 16 days

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Fanatic Intervention Part 6!!

Not much to say here this time. I'm glad you all are enjoying this. I'm having a blast! :D

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After a while you speak.

“Well,” You say, “I can tell you what we’re not doing. We are not going to see Mr. Gaiman. Honestly, Crowley, the man is a genius, but he is also a troll. He doesn’t give away plot – if anything he gives the most chaotic response he can think of, and then tells you to wait and see. SO, that wouldn’t help us at all.”

Muriel is the next to speak.

“Um, also I don’t think those other angels are on earth?”

“Would we know if they were?” You say, looking to Aziraphale. The principality shrugs.

“To be honest, I really don’t know. It was such a long time ago.”

“Okay,” You say, “So we call up Anathema, and we go to America to look for Jesus. I mean...the things that Neil and Terry plotted out did happen, even if they weren’t all identical to the book. So it’s probably safe to assume that the pattern will continue.”

“Right,” Aziraphale says, reaching for his rotary phone, “I’ll call Miss Device.”

“Hold on,” Crowley says, “Who’s this we who’s going to America?”

“You, Aziraphale, Anathema, Me,” You say, “Muriel needs to stay here and look after the bookshop. Maybe Newt could --”

“And what makes you think you’re coming?” The demon presses.

“The fact that I dropped in from another reality, know everything that has happened so far, and is the only one with half an idea of what’s going to happen next. Also Anathema is going to need help wrangling the two of you.”

“Whassat supposed to mean?”

“You’re a pair of Disaster Puppies.”

Crowley opens his mouth again, offended.

“Trouble does seem to find us an awful lot,” Aziraphale says. Clearly he’s decided to give you the benefit of the doubt. You make a mental note that he is not upset with being called a Disaster Puppy for some reason. Priorities maybe?? You let it go.

“Great,” You say, “So it’s settled.”

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All things considered, it doesn’t take very long for Anathema and Newt to arrive. Apparently they happened to be visiting London. What are the chances of that? It’s almost like this is a work of fiction that I am writing and so I can make things surprisingly convenient if I want to. Now, let’s continue.

It takes longer to answer Newt’s questions than it does to fill Anathema in on the situation. You’re grateful for her sharp mind and willingness to accept things that are...well...difficult to just accept. Probably comes with being a witch/occultist. Once they both know the full story, and Newt’s curiosities are satisfied, Anathema nods.

“Okay,” she says, “Right. So we need to save the world again, and we’re hinging all of our bets on finding Jesus and successfully convincing him to help us? Seems...like a long shot. Like, a really long shot.”

“These two have managed to succeed with implausible plans before,” You point out. Anathema hums. She doesn’t seem convinced.

“I mean, it’s not that I mind helping you. Jesus probably has the kind of aura that I could find and track without too much trouble. I would just...really have appreciated that if you were going to interrupt our getaway that you would at least have a backup plan. Or, maybe some intel that’s actually intelligence instead of guesses. Like if Aziraphale had actually been in Heaven as the Supreme Archangel, he could have been feeding us information and instructions. And then we would know for sure where to go and what to do.”

Oh. A rock sinks to your stomach. And you suppose that after making them ward the bookshop like that then...needing to leave it...you just might have accidentally put a target on your backs. Whoops. Turns out saving the world one step at a time is really, really hard.

“That would have been way too dangerous though!” You say, desperate for your own defense, “I’m not putting these two in anymore danger than absolutely necessary. I….” You look over at your beloved angel and demon, then turn back to Anathema. “I need them to be okay,” You admit quietly. That’s what it’s all about for us, isn’t it? All the theories, all of the South Down Cottage manifesting. The fanart, the fanfiction, the edits and animatics. We love them and while we understand that they need to go through angsty things to grow, in the end we need them to be okay.

Well, most of us anyway. I can’t speak for everyone.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. Aziraphale is there once again.

“And we will be,” he says softly. You hear Anathema sigh.

“Right,” she says, “okay, so we head to America. I need to go home first and get my supplies. Newt will stay here with Muriel and help them hold the fort.”

“Um...this is a bookshop?” Muriel adds uncertainly.

“I bet,” Newt says slowly, “That if I help a few people around here with their computers, I might make enough mischief to convince Heaven that there’s still a demon around here. Then that looks almost like you’re still here, right? Might buy you some time at least.”

“It’s worth a shot,” Anathema says. Muriel practically glows.

“Oh! I get to live with an actual human! You can teach me human things!”

“Oh, uh yeah,” Newt says, “I don’t see why not. It’ll be fun.”

Anathema agrees to return with Newt in two days. She expects you lot to sort out the plane tickets “Because,” she says, “I am not having you fly me over, or poof me over, or whatever it is that you do.”

“I am a demon! I do not poof!”

“I don’t care. I want plane tickets.”

“Ooh!” You say, raising your arm in the air with a jump. “Can they be first class? I’ve never flown first class before!”

Crowley groans. Aziraphale sighs.

“We are not genies,” Aziraphale says, “Or banking machines.”

“No, but you do have unlimited resources so in a way,” You say, pausing for dramatic effect, a mischievous smile spreading from ear to ear, “You are like Santa Claus!”

You make a fast exit from the room before Aziraphale can say anything. Crowley is laughing and you hear what you think is a chair falling over.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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kotymeaw · 1 month

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Surprise Adoption AU Chapter 3: Repercussions

His head hurt. He couldn’t move. He heard voices. When he was finally able to open his eyes he saw all of his friends. Concerned and angry. Ooh boy. Perhaps this was a bad idea. He tried to get into a better position, and instantly winced, tears swelled up in his eyes. Witches his head hurt. “Wizard Cookie!” Pure vanilla was the first to notice him. “What happened” He was barely able to respond “Tried… Something…” Their faces instantly turned more upset. “I told you to get more rest” Said White Lily Cookie. “Technically I was sleeping…” Wizard cookie responded. “Don’t give us that!” White Lily Cookie scolded “You put yourself in danger! Again!” Wizard was about to speak again when she interrupted him “You almost got caught… If you were just 20 seconds late…” Wizard looked down in shame… but he had more pressing issues “ I.. have.. Information..” “Later.” White Lily said, more gentle, but still clearly upset. “For now, since you can hardly move, it seems to be a perfect opportunity for you to finally rest.” Groan. She was right however, he hurt and was tired. He was also aware that Brave was safe…somewhat… “Fine..” Everyone seemed somewhat satisfied with this answer. And promptly left wizard to rest. Except Strawberry cookie. Who was silent. “I don’t want to lose you too..” she finally said. “He’s…not..gone…” Wizard was finally able to get out before passing out.

White Lily sighed. She already hurt so many as Dark Enchantress cookie.. then she hurt GingerBrave, and now Wizard Cookie is hurting himself… because of her. It felt like everywhere she went everyone hurts. Maybe she should…

Pure Vanilla sat next to her. And just . Held her hand. “We’ll get him back”

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#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #gingerbrave #gingerbrave cookie #wizard cookie #cookie run witch’s castle #shadow milk cookie #white lily cookie #strawberry cookie #pure vanilla cookie

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dramioneasks · 8 months

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Hermione’s Birthday (2023):

Birthday Request by OverthinkingSatan - K+, one-shot - "You haven't said anything after my birthday request." "I can't give something that I already done, Hermione." Or Draco internal battle when facing his crush that wishing him to love her. [POV Draco, shorts]

Make A Wish by uzumakibrat - M, one-shot - There on her dining room table was a cake; heart shaped with deep red roses all over it and candles in the form of '22' placed in it. She smiled when she realized that this must have been her friends' last little surprise for her. When she stepped closer to the cake, she saw that there were words written in cursive on it. Three words. Make a wish.

Incendio by art_emissss - T, one-shot - If there ever was a time to believe in what his parents taught him, that people like her were nothing but thieves, nothing more than filth under his shoes, it was now, because his world was shifting and he desperately, frantically clung to the only familiar thing in it. It wasn’t his fault that his hold began slipping. Or: the one where Draco spends Hermione's birthdays with her—without her knowledge.

Birthday Breakfast by MarinaJune - T, one-shot - “I suspect she’ll wake up soon, my star. The food will keep until then.” Humor laced his words. Hermione could just imagine Scorpius’ lip jutting out in response. “But—” “But,” Draco emphasized, “We could try a spell to help her wake.”

It is now my duty to completely drain you by dramiodantes - M, one-shot - “Draco! What are you doing here?”. He smiled fondly. “Do you really think I could miss your birthday? Have a little faith in me, witch”. /// Hermione is spending the first minutes of her birthday alone in her quarters, getting ready for a new day of classes at Hogwarts, when Draco returns from a mission just in time to celebrate the occasion properly. [a smutty one-shot in which Hermione is a huge Nirvana fan and Draco would do anything to make her happy, even create a new stock of Time-Turners with Theo's help]

Hermione Granger: Auntie of the Year by MsPolaPotter - M, one-shot - A slice of life story in which Hermione throws herself a birthday party for her niblings.

Gorgeous by arielle_reads - M, one-shot - It's Hermione's 30th birthday and instead of happily celebrating with her boyfriend, Roger Davies, he's too busy shagging some other witch in the loo. There's only one thing left to do. Take Malfoy up on his offer to make the wanker jealous and spend the rest of the night dancing with the most gorgeous man there.

come on, give me a taste by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy wanted to give his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, the best birthday present that there ever could be especially as she had opened up about her sexual preferences in the bedroom and the things that she wanted to further explore. She trusted her boyfriend, trusted him with every fibre of her being and knew that she would be safe with whatever he had planned for her birthday. She was hot with excitement. A one-shot for Hermione Granger's 44th Birthday

Empty Halls by Serpent_Sortia - T, one-shot - Hermione wanders the halls alone on her birthday, and just who should she run into?

Incandescent Celebrations by Biirdiee_Rose - E, one-shot - Draco may hate going out (especially with Gryffindor's), but there wasn't much he wouldn't do for Hermione Granger. An exceptional witch deserves exceptional celebrations. And he'll do just about anything to ensure that she's happy and satisfied. _ Written for Dramione Month - Day 19 - Birthday

#hermione's birthday #dramione

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 10 months

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Moonlit Affection

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Malfoy!Reader

Warnings: age gap (age of reader is 18), some minor inaccuracies concerning timeline

Words: 3500

The harbingers of death. Their cloaked figures approach you yet you knew the faces behind the Death Eater masks.

Many were hailed from the most influential wizarding families; the most pure.

You lost count of how many were crammed into that long room. They immersed themselves with the shadows and confused you.

Some had their claws digging into your younger brother’s shoulders and arms, holding him down as he squirmed through discomfort and pain. Behind him was the triumphantly crooked grin of the Dark Lord himself as he praises Draco. The Dark Mark branded on his forearm, Draco’s gray eyes host tears of his unvoiced anguish. Devastation lined every inch of what once was such a youthful face.

You didn’t have to be a Legilimens to hear the thought that Draco was screaming at you as his eyes were round with horror, trained on you.

Run.

Save yourself.

There doesn’t need to be two sacrificial lambs.

Voldemort would not be satisfied with only one Malfoy sibling though.

He wanted both of you under his control.

You swat at what few hands grip into your clothes, attempting to pull you closer into the swarm.

If you had been smaller, you would have run into the safe arms of your mother. She’d always kept you safe.

When you turn, a plead heavy in your mouth, you lose all hope. She couldn’t help you nor could your father. But her eyes screamed the same thing Draco’s did:

Run

When the first safe place you could come up with popped into your head, you fled with your wand and a bag of Floo Powder. At the nearest, accessible fireplace, you dive in and let loose the powder as you say clearly where you desired to go.

A Few Months Later

You’re jostled awake by Molly screaming throughout the Burrow for everyone to get their butts up.

Taking a few moments to wake your brain up, you kick off your blankets off of you. You psych yourself up for the triathlon you had grown so accustomed to since leaving Malfoy Manor.

You booked it out of the attic and down the stairs, pushing pass Ron very easily but running into trouble when Ginny bumps into you and throws you off your balance with a wicked grin.

Didn’t matter who beat who to the breakfast table because Fleur and Bill were already seated. Bill was piling on his plate all that constituted a proper breakfast for a blossoming werewolf. Arthur Weasley has his newspaper propped open, making quiet comments to himself here and there. Fred and George who’d been visiting for a few weeks now make it a point to get their hands on as much food as possible so that there was none left for you or their actual siblings.

Outside the windows was a winter wonderland. Not even the garden gnomes dared to come out.

While Christmas morning would be spent at the Weasley’s, dinner was to be had at the former home of Sirius Black, Grimmauld Place. After his death, it had been passed down to Harry Potter, his godson.

Now how exactly had a Malfoy ended up so close to the Golden Trio? When Umbridge was ruling Hogwarts in the absence of Dumbledore, you’d become somewhat of a mentor and friend to not just the Trio, but all their friends as well. In a way, you protected them against your younger brother who’d become a tyrant helping the wretched witch in pink. While you weren’t always able to get them out of trouble, you did your best while also pretending to be the perfect pure blood everyone expected you to be.

When they learned of your self-exile from the Malfoy family, that made you even more amazing in their eyes.

You missed your family, despite how wretched their alliance to the Dark Lord was.

Harry and the others rallied around you. Their support and love reduced your homesickness though you knew it would never really go away. Not when you feared for all of them. Draco and Narcissa knew yet it was too late. If they didn’t abide Voldemort’s every whim, they would be killed but not before the Dark Lord tortured them until their minds were fractured.

Molly beams at you as she’s placing more food on the table for the three stragglers. “Merry Christmas (y/n)!”

Needless to say, your mornings started off great when Molly Weasley was there. “Marry Christmas Molly.” You pull up a chair and a clean plate is magically rolled over to you. Not wanting to get left behind, you start to place food onto it’s surface. The spread on the table was absolutely magnificent.

Even though room was tight and elbows nudged against your sides, it was already looking to be one of your favorite Christmases. At Malfoy Manor, your dining table was so long that sometimes you had to raise your voice a bit if you wanted to say something.

The conversations were filled with laughter opposed to the mutters of conspiracies and duties.

Presents were carefully packed away in Molly’s bag. She’d be the first to go through the Floo Powder. Everyone waited for their turn, Ron and Ginny especially excited to see Harry and Hermione. Christmas at 22 Grimmauld Place were always festive. This would be your first.

Once you pass through to the other end, you shake yourself off just before Hermione is throwing her arms around you in a warm welcome. You giggle and wrap your own arms around her. She gives you an extra hard squeeze before releasing you. Her eyes examine you in that meticulous way they always do, ascertaining how you were feeling about the holiday.

A congenial smile easily graces your lips, especially when you see everyone else greeting one another in a warm embrace.

Including someone else you hadn’t expected to see. Your former DADA professor: Remus Lupin.

You reel back for a split second, composing yourself and attempting to keep your wits with you. Your secret shame had always been the crush you’d developed on your professor when he taught at Hogwarts for such a brief time. Comparing him to the boys of your own age, none of them could even begin to shine as bright as Remus Lupin.

The way he always dealt with everything with a level head and a calmness that was infectious. He had such a kind heart too. Different from the arrogant pure bloods in your house. Him being a werewolf never deterred your affections for him. Now it made you admire Professor Lupin even more. You too were now an outcast. A pariah. You understood how disconnected one could feel from the rest of the world.

Were it not for Harry and his friends, you’d be lost.

When Remus gets to you, he offers you an extra wide smile. “It’s nice to see you again, (y/n). I’m sorry to have heard of you and the rest of your family but I’m happy that you were able to get out while you did.”

You think back to your mother and brother. Still stuck and still serving the Dark Lord.

Lacking a response, Remus notices your sudden quietness and the scars on his face seem to soften as his eyes glow with empathy. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder and it takes everything in you not to burst into tears.

“You may not believe it now, but everything will be okay.” He whispers to you before the rest of the Weasley clan fills the living room of Grimmauld Place. Remus gives your shoulder one last squeeze that symbolizes his support and goes to greet the others.

Where his hand had been still radiated with his warmth. You focus on that to control your own cauldron of emotions.

Swallowing back the hard lump in your throat, you put on a smile as Harry goes up to you for a greeting.

Everyone emanated such joy around you. It made up for your own biological family.

The dining table was long and elegant, filled with silver saucers, beautiful china, and best of all succulent meat and potatoes. You’d sat between Harry and Hermione while Remus was right across from you. He seemed to take special care toward you, asking if you would like gravy or if you wanted a refill of your drink. Your eyes were constantly catching his when you were listening to someone else speak.

Maybe it was the wine that you were now able to consume thanks to your age, but every cell in you was buzzing and making your body warm up. Or maybe it was Hermione laughing and occasionally bumping against you.

Fred and George left early that night as they had to open up their shop the following morning to set up for their holiday sales.

The Golden Trio were sent to bed while the older crowed stayed up for more spirits in front of the fire.

In retrospect you should have been more conscience of your alcohol tolerance since you were much younger than the rest of your drinking partners.

By midnight, Molly and Arthur had passed out on the couch while Bill and Fleur had decided to retire half an hour ago. Fleur’s face, usually pale like porcelain, was flushed red from the drink and knew her limits. Bill helped her up the stairs. Possibly the first and last time you would ever see Fleur stumble and look anything but graceful.

Leaving just you and Remus lounging in front of the fireplace. He’d replaced your goblet of wine with a tall glass of water to save yourself from a gnarly hangover the following morning.

You’d drank some of it but set it aside, not wanting to loose this good buzz that had you relaxed next to your girlish crush. Drinking had at least made talking to him easier as both of you updated the other on your life since his time at Hogwarts.

The crackling of the grand fireplace was a soothing background noise as you and Remus relaxed in front of it, accompanied by the gentle snores that came from the slumbering Molly and Arthur.

From living with them, you experienced first hand ho warm love could be. You knew your parents loved each other, but their affections were given behind closed doors. The Weasley parents were never ashamed of embracing or kissing one another in front of you.

It did make you a bit envious but also gave you hope for your future; you wanted a love like their’s.

The thought of love has you overly aware of the man sitting next to you, how his scars are illuminated from the fire's flame. Soft brown eyes catch you admiring the bridge of his nose that a scar cuts through. His finely tapered jawline appeared to have just been shaved as there was a ghost of scruff on him.

Immediately you avert your gaze and awkwardly laugh out an apology.

"Something on my face?" Remus starts to pat down his features with his hand.

You giggle while shaking your head. "No. It's just. . . I don't think I've ever gotten to really look at your face before up close. You were always at the front of the room. Out of reach."

He smiles at your words and you notice him relax where he had frozen when he caught you staring at him. "Not much of a face to look at."

Puffing out a breath of air you disagree with his assessment. "I would beg to differ. It's a handsome face. Scars and all."

Definitely not a man your mother would choose for you. If was up to Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, you would be married to the cream of the crop of the pureblood world. Someone others would immediately think was conveniently handsome.

Looks wasn't what had drawn you to Remus in the first place.

"Not that appearances matter." You mumble, now drunkenly voicing out your thoughts. "It was your heart, your humanity, that attracted me to you in the first place."

If you hadn't been preoccupied with your thoughts, you would have noticed Remus' eyes gawking at you, the drink slipping from his hand and almost spilling all of its contents onto his lap.

"Wh. . . What?"

"Hm? Oh don't be modest." Your head lolls on your shoulders, words flowed out of you with ease. "You must've known. . ."

"I had no idea."

"For a Slytherin who wasn't used to warmth, you were like sunshine." From the corner of your eye you observe him and the flush that had spread across his face that hadn't been there before. Not even when he was several drinks in. His side profile was visible to you as he stared intently into the fireplace, jaw clenching then unclenching as he struggled to come up with a proper reply.

"Sorry, is that weird?"

Remus shakes his head and finally tilts his face to look at you. "N-No. Not at all. It's normal I suppose. I just. . . Don't see the appeal. Why want an old man like me when you could have any young wizard of your age. . ."

That makes you snort. "Because wizards my age are twats." You feel success when he laughs at that. "And you're not an old man. Dumbledore was an old man. Not you."

There's a spell cast over the two of you as silence hangs over. You try and gauge what he's thinking from the depths of his eyes.

The kiss happened so fast that neither of you knew who initiated it. Naturally your lips fell upon the other's.

Sweet with the bitter hint of the wine you'd been sharing. Against your lips you felt the groove of a scar on his bottom lip as you move your head to deepen it.

His body trembles but he reciprocates, placing his hand on the side of your face in a cupping motion. Remus was tender with you, treating you like glass so that you wouldn't shatter from his touch. If he broke you though, you wouldn't mind in the least bit.

A loud snore from Arthur has both of you flinging away from one another with bruised lips and warm cheeks.

Remus is instantly on his feet, apologizing as he quickly leaves the room.

You stare at where he had once been. Alone and quickly filling with shame.

The following morning, you dread joining everyone in the dining room for breakfast.

Sleep had evaded you all through the night; haunted by the kiss you shared with Remus. In the moment, your heart had soared all the way to the heavens before crashing back down cruelly to earth.

It had been something you'd never thought would happen and when it did you were conflicted.

He had fled from you so fast.

By even muggle laws, you were of the age of consent so what the two of you had done wasn't necessarily wrong. But. . . you were starting to feel ashamed for it. Remus must have been creeped out since you were much younger than him. Matters weren't made better by the fact that you were a close friend of Harry's.

When your courage was finally gathered, you slip on your morning robe (courtesy of Molly) and head to the dining room. But just before you enter the dining room through it’s double doors, you hear voices coming from the sitting room where just last night you and Remus had shared a kiss.

You backpedal until you’re in front of the sitting room door which while not a double, was a rather large door. Twisting the knob in your hand you found everyone, including the two other couples that you had been drinking with last night looking rather harsh, attempting to produce what looked like a patronus charm. Wands were held out as thin, blue whisper stream out.

At the moment Remus was instructing Molly in how to produce the charm.

Already, the stag of Harry’s patronus was leaping around the room as Hermione’s otter swam through invisible water in a playful chase with Ron’s exuberant terrier.

Even Arthur was trying his hardest with his eyes squeezed closed and eyebrows scrunched together.

Harry spots you and grins with bright eyes. “(Y/n)!”

“Is Remus teaching Molly and Arthur the patronus charm?” At your voice, Remus jolts and turns. Hurt jabbed at you from the expression he shot you. You hate the way he looked at you now.

Almost clamming up from his reaction, Harry’s voice is something you anchor yourself to. “Yeah! You never know when it will be useful.”

“You know how to do the charm, don’t you?” Hermione puts her wand arm down.

That was a loaded question.

You used to able to perform a fully formed patronus. It used to be a black swan. Now though. . . you doubt you'd be able to conjure up a full bodied one. There were no happy memories for you to call upon.

Now you felt more uncomfortable than you had been as all eyes fell upon you.

Remus, never losing his kindness, walks around Molly and toward you. "Of course she does. All that is needed is the right memory."

Every memory with your family were dampened. There was nothing you could draw upon until you look to Remus' face for comfort. Nothing but encouragement beamed on his face as he nodded at you. The way his eyes glow remind you of last night.

You'd been happy in those split seconds where the two of you had been connected, even if it was brief and he had run off immediately after. It was the happiest you'd been in months.

Taking in a deep breath, you draw your wand from the sleeve of your robe and to the best of your abilities try to implant yourself once more in the memory of last night. The way Remus was so easy to talk to. You confessing your feelings. His lips pressed against your's. The taste of him. Your mind weaved it so beautifully in your head that you could even hear the cracking of logs in the fireplace.

The tip of your wand explodes with a pale blue, a creature with four legs leaps forth. Not at all your black swan.

A large wolf startles Ron's terrier as it comes into existence. Large and powerful.

Everyone stares in awe at the fine creature who turns it's head to look at you and Remus. It blinks slowly before padding over to your side. Even next to you it was ginormous and almost stood taller than you.

When the initial shock wore down, everyone decided to have their breakfast in the dining room. You and Remus were the last to leave and trailed behind.

Once everyone was out of earshot, Remus whispers "I thought your patronus was a black swan."

"It was." Without the burn of alcohol emboldening you, you blush feeling shy. "I. . . I don't know what happened. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. The memory. . . well it could have been the memory I used."

"From last night?" Remus attempts to hide his own blush with his hand. At least you knew it had been on his mind too.

You nod. "It was the first time I'd been happy for quite a while."

Instead of heading to the doors of the sitting room, Remus turns back to the sofas and sits. His cheeks were still pink when he murmurs "I've heard that it's not uncommon for a patronus to change. It can change when a witch or wizard is going through life changes." He tries his best not to look at you when he adds "Like falling in love."

The change of your patronus to a wolf made sense now. It reflected your feelings for Remus.

You hesitantly sit next to him. "I'm sorry if this whole thing has made you uncomfortable."

He chuckles softly. "Don't be. To have a witch as beautiful and smart as you be in love with me. . . I must have done something right with my life then."

"Just being yourself was enough." The corner of your lip twitches up into a smile.

His features become serious for a moment. "I'm not the easiest person to love. Being a werewolf and all will ultimately make things difficult. Plus I'm quite older than you."

Nonchalantly you shrug. "I'm an expert at handling difficult things. Bill and Fleur make their relationship work. I believe you deserved to be loved whether it be by me or someone else, you should take the chance. As for your age, well, I've always been told that I act older than my age. It doesn't bother me one bit."

Remus' hand falls atop of your's. "You're fearless." His voice was filled with admiration that made your heart pick up speed.

Your smile grows. "I just know what I want. And I want you, Remus."

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Endangered | Chapter Ten

Paul Lahote x OFC

Endangered Masterlist

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, "Anna", moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

A/N: We are getting spicy here friends. 18+ warning for the end on this chapter

Warnings include: penetration, fingering, oral (fem receiving), cursing, Paul being a simp

MINORS DNI!!!!!

Charlie made me cry one more time that morning, by ordering pancakes from the diner and bringing them home for me, continuing the tradition I was sure would be forgotten since Bella’s birthday. It was just us at the table, but that was okay, it was always just the two of us nowadays.

It's now almost 11:30, and I’m in front of my mirror, staring intently over the clothes I had on. I didn’t want to wear my usual jeans and t-shirt, but the corduroy skirt I was wearing hugged my curves in a way I hadn’t exposed in a while. I was more inclined to be bundled up lately, still not acclimating well to the cold. I had tights on, and after debating for a few more minutes, I figure that if I really get cold, Paul’s 108-degree body heat could help. Sliding an oversized beige sweater over my head, I tucked it into the skirt. Satisfied, I adjust Paul’s bracelet, so it wasn’t under the sleeve, I liked being able to see it.

I added a gold pendant on a long chain that belonged to my mother. It was a sun stamped into gold, and the protection magic in it was actually hers. I am pulling on wool boot socks when I hear Paul knocking on the front door.

I rush to open it, but as I open my bedroom door, Bella walks out into the hallway at the same time, stopping me in my tracks.

“Hi,” I say as she looks me over quizzically. She nods, about to walk past me to the bathroom when she stops.

“Where are you going?” She asks, surprising me. I couldn’t remember the last time I heard her actual voice.

“Oh, uhm... I’m going to my birthday party.”

She flinches at the mention of birthdays, and I move to head downstairs, not wanting to cause Charlie more strife tonight by reminding her of the last time she saw the Cullens. As I reach the top step, she calls my name.

“Anna? Happy birthday,” there’s a tinge of regret in her tone, and I force myself to smile and say thank you.

Charlie has beaten to the door where Paul stands in jeans and a Henley shirt. They are engaged in what seems to be a meaningful conversation, Charlie’s hand on Paul’s shoulder. Charlie is speaking lowly so I can’t hear, and Paul’s face is void of any telling emotion. I clear my throat to announce my presence.

“Ready?” I ask. They both turn to face me, and I can feel the relief Paul feels from my interruption, followed by another emotion I can’t discern as he looks me over.

“Yeah,” Charlie says, “I hope you have a good time Anna, be safe, be responsible, no peer pressure and all that.”

“Got it, Uncle Charlie. No intravenous drugs, just the tame stuff,” I say, walking over to Paul in the doorway, putting an arm around him.

“Haha, very funny,” he says dryly, “Happy Birthday kid, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Nodding, I grab my bag that was already by the door. I’m not sure how Paul got Charlie to agree to stay overnight with everyone, but I’m sure Emily had something to do with it. I say goodbye as we walk to Paul’s truck.

“You look gorgeous as always,” he says helping me up into the passenger seat, that same discernible feeling thrumming through my chest.

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“Happy Birthday!” A chorus of voices greets me as I enter Emily’s house, making me shriek back in shock, then laugh. Sam and Jared are in front, with Emily and Kim by their sides, and scattered around the room are some of my friends from school, Mike, Eric, Angela, and Jessica. With Bella isolating herself so much, we had all banded together, bonding over our concern and feelings of abandonment from the other Swan. In her absence, Mike had even turned some of his flirty attention on me, I’m shocked Paul invited him.

Emily’s house has a gorgeous open concept, with large French doors leading to the backyard, where everything is decorated. Smiling faces crowd me one by one as they take turns giving me hugs. On the table, Emily has laid out an array of food, I can smell something on the grill in the backyard.

I thank everyone and they shortly break off into smaller groups, Sam and Jared go back outside, and to my surprise, Eric and Mike follow. I turn to Paul, wrapping my arms around his neck in a hug.

“Thank you,” I whisper, “You were right, I would have been sad without celebrating today.”

“Of course, love,” he says lifting me off the ground for a moment. When he puts me down, he tells me he’s going to check in with Emily and Kim, making sure there wasn’t anything else they needed help with, and instructing me to go see my friends, and to not lift a finger.

Jessica and Angela are giggling on the couch, and they pull me between them when I approach them.

“Anna, you have been gatekeeping,” Angela says.

“Yeah,” Jessica chimeds in, “At first, I was kinda pissed when you kept blowing us off, but now? If I was surrounded by multiple tall, darks, and handsomes, I wouldn’t be hanging out with us either.”

I throw my head back in a laugh, “It’s not like that. I love you guys. I just don’t get to see Paul all the time with his schedule.”

“Mhm, sure, do any of them have single friends or brothers?” Jessica asks.

“Not that I know of, but if I meet anyone who fits that description, I’ll let you know,” I wink, sending them into another fit of giggles.

Paul steps out of the kitchen talking along with Emily and Kim, when his eyes land on mine, he winks, and I know he heard our conversation. Rolling my eyes, I lean back as Emily and Kim join us as he walks outside.

“Like I said, "Jessica whispers, “I get it. I don’t know what is about you Swan girls seducing the hottest people in town, but I would like some of it.” A small surge of jealously runs through me, but I laugh it off. Excusing myself, I go out to see the boys surrounding the grill.

“Are you all supervising?” I joke, pushing Jared away to stand next to Sam. Jared playfully shoves me back before letting me into the semi-circle the boys had made.

“Well, who else is going to make sure Sam doesn’t burn anything?” Jared says sarcastically.

“Are you doubting his mad skills?” I say, feigning shock. Paul's arms wrap around my shoulders from behind me, kissing my head.

“We would never,” Paul says, a smile evident in his voice. Eric and Mike agree, and I’m happy to see everyone is getting along. Soon, the food is ready, and everyone comes outside as Jared starts a bonfire.

It’s a perfect afternoon, full of laughter and joy, something I was worried I would lack today. In the middle of Eric recounting a story about how Mike tried and failed, to surf a storm surge on La Push Beach, Paul nudges my shoulder, getting my attention.

“Come with me,” he whispers. Helping me up, I follow him to the front of the house.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“One of your birthday presents just got here,” Paul says like that would explain everything. Before I could ask what he could mean, Jacob steps out from behind a car, and I freeze. I had missed him so much in the last few months but wasn’t willing to let him continue to act like that towards me.

Looking at Paul skeptically, he nods, and I break out in a smile.

“Hey Anna,” he says timidly, “Happy Birthday.” I run to hug him, catching him off guard and he grabs onto me, the breath knocked out of him.

“Hi Jake,” I mumble.

“I owe you an apology,” he says sincerely, and I pull back from him.

“Yeah, you do, but later? I’m just happy to have you here as long as you can play nice.” I poke the center of his chest.

“Scout’s honor,” he says holding up his hand. I smile and grab his hand leading him back to the fire to introduce him to the new faces. Paul follows beside me, and I open a connection to him briefly.

This means the world to me, thank you so much.

Anything to see you smile, he replies.

Jacob is just in time for Emily to bring out the cake, and I hope that this will show him that there isn’t anything nefarious going on in our group. The rumor that Sam started a gang was absolutely ludicrous.

The “Happy Birthday” song is loud and terribly off-key, but somehow it just makes it better. I laugh so hard I almost can’t blow out my candles, as cheers erupt around me at the table. Paul kisses me on the cheek and leads me away from everyone as Emily passes out pieces to everyone.

“I wanted to give you your present,” he says softly, holding out a small, wrapped box.

Curious, I open it, trying to not rip the paper, which makes him chuckle.

Opening the box, my breath hitches, revealing a necklace. There’s a dainty gold chain, a singular pearl in the middle.

“I wanted to give you a little piece of home to keep with you,” he says showing me the name of the company, located where I grew up.

For the third time that day, a few tears fall down my face.

“Thank you,” I whisper, “This is more than I could ever ask for.” He silences me with a kiss, taking the necklace out of the box. I turn around and lift my hair up so he can secure the clasp, before turning around. My hands find the sides of his face and I pull him in for another kiss, his soft lips against mine, he holds me close. His lips part slightly, deepening it as I run a hand through his hair.

“I love you,” he breathes, breaking the kiss, peppering small pecks across my cheeks and nose. Suddenly, the discernable feeling from before clicks, love. I knew on some level we loved each other, but to hear him say it made my heart soar.

“I love you too,” I admit, giggling as his lips ghost over a ticklish spot on my neck. Picking me up, my legs lock around his waist as he kisses me feverishly, hands steadying my hips. The feeling of love pulsing between us.

I whisper his name as little breathy moans escape me, his lips making their way down my neck.

“Would you like to stay the night with me? At my place?” he asks, switching to kiss the other side of my neck, I lean my head back in a gasp.

“What about-?”

“He’s gone for the weekend, it’ll be okay.” He reassures.

I nod and he lowers me back to the ground as rowdy noises from the living room are heard.

“Let’s go back before the start wondering where you are.”

Flustered, we walk back to the group. I sit on the couch, and Paul walks over to help Emily. I pout at the distance, but Jacob sits down next to me.

“Hey Jake,” I smile.

“Hey, how ya holdin’ up?” He puts an arm on the back of the couch behind me, and I lean my head on him, turning to face him. His skin is warm to the touch. I wonder how long it’ll be before Jake is put through the change.

“Surprisingly well, it would have been a lot worse without them,” I say, looking over at my friends. Sam is messing with the frosting, getting some on Emily’s nose as she tries to chase him off, Paul is talking to Eric and Jared, laughing about something I can’t hear. Jessica, Angela, and Mike are talking to Kim, with smiles on their faces.

“You really like being around them?” He asks skeptically.

“Yeah, I love it. They are really amazing Jake,” I say, crossing my arms and lowering my voice, “I don’t know why you seem to hate them so much.”

“They just act like they are in control like the Reservation is theirs and only theirs,” He says, “But hey, whatever makes you happy.” He throws his hand up in defeat. I can tell he’s still not happy about it all, but it’s better than having him hold animosity towards me.

“Paul makes me happy,” I say confidently.

“Well, let me know if he fucks up, I’ll defend your honor before saying anything snarky.”

Laughing, I push him away, and he falls back dramatically.

“Sure, I’ll keep it in mind Jake.”

He laughs, and my heart warms to have Jacob back in my life, even if it might be a tentative process.

As the sun sets, things wind down and people start to leave, saying goodbye to everyone on their way out. I try to help Emily and Sam clean up, but she shoos me away.

“No, we got it. Go, I’m sure Paul wants some time alone with you,” she says with a grin.

“Are you sure?” I ask again.

“Positive.”

“Thank you so much for everything today, Em,” I hug her, “it really means a lot. I love you all.”

“We love you too sweet girl, I’m happy we got to help make today special for you,” she squeezes me again.

Paul is leaning against the doorframe, silently waiting as I say goodbye and thank you to Sam. Paul has already gathered the presents, I haven’t opened yet in his truck from everyone at the party, and even Charlie.

The couple waves us off as Paul pulls out of the driveway.

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The air is thick with tension on the drive over, and the radio playing lightly is the only sound. Paul’s hand is on my thigh, the other on the steering wheel. My thoughts are chaotic, ranging from innocent to lustful. There had always been an unspoken intimacy with Paul, one of us was always touching the other without thinking about it too much.

It’s not like either of us were particularly virginal, but it felt like first kisses, first dates, first anything held more weight with him. I didn’t want anything to be rushed, and we both had been so busy, that sex was something that I was comfortable waiting for until we were both fully present, with no distractions or worries to call us away.

It was at the forefront of my mind now though, every touch of his thumb grazing my thigh felt like electricity through my body. There was a knot in my lower stomach, and warmth between my thighs. I was focused on breathing, trying to not make it so obvious how much he was affecting me.

Paul’s emotions seem to match mine, but there’s a distinct feeling of anxiety that worries me. Pulling up to his house, he gets out and opens my door, just like always, but I stop him before he steps back, pulling him close. My breath stutters as my knees settle on either side of his waist. Something flashes in his eyes before he closes them, taking a deep breath.

“Hey,” I whisper, “Everything okay?”

He nods, forehead leaning against mine.

“What are you thinking about so hard,” I question quietly. It takes a minute, but he finally admits his concerns.

“I love you,” he starts, hands sliding up my thigh, over my skirt, “I want… this, but I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes won’t meet mine with his confession out in the open.

I tilt his head up, making direct eye contact, “You won’t break me,” I say.

“You don’t know that.” His brow furrows, but I hold him steady, caressing his cheeks.

“I do Paul, I trust you implicitly, with every part of me.” Lowering my hand, I guide his to my waist.

“Anna,” he whispers.

“Paul,” I whisper back, moving closer to him, the fabric of my skirt bunching up my thighs.

“You don’t understand how much I want you,” he admits.

“Then show me.”

One arm wraps around my waist, lifting me out of the truck like I weigh nothing, as the other slams the door shut. He carries me into the house, and I’m too focused on him to really notice my surroundings as he pushes my back against a wall.

“Promise me you will tell me to stop if I hurt you.” He pleads with me.

I hold his face in my hands, “I promise, but you won’t.”

I roll my hips into him slightly, and he groans at the friction, his head rolling back, giving me access to kiss down his neck. At his moans, I slightly nip at his shoulder as he emits a growl.

“Anna,” he says breathily.

“Yes?” I say, continuing to kiss his neck, hands slipping underneath his shirt.

“You’re killing me,” he moans.

“Tell me to stop.”

“Never.”

I lift his shirt, and he raises his arms, letting me take it off all the way. He catches my lips in a passionate kiss, holding me gently as he moves from the wall to what I assume is his bedroom. I kick off my shoes as he lays me down on a bed. I rest on my forearms, looking up at him.

“God, you’re hot,” I sigh, making him smirk. Kneeling by the edge of the bed, his hands slide underneath my skirt, he pulls off my tights agonizingly slowly, kissing the exposed skin from my thighs down my legs. I swear I can hear my heartbeat.

“And you,” he says, pulling my shirt up, kissing my stomach, “are absolutely perfect.” I lean up to take off my top, and once it’s over my head, he kisses me again, this time more passionate and needy. I wrap my arms around his neck and part my lips, inviting him deeper. I moan into him as his fingertips run up my sides, giving me chills, as he unhooks my bra and I let it fall off my shoulders.

I trace down his chest with my hands, his hardened abs underneath them, down to his waistband. Unbuttoning his shorts, I feel him straining against his boxers as he takes a sharp breath when my hand slips underneath the elastic, wrapping around him.

“Fuck, Anna,” he rasps.

I smile, his reactions forming a tightness in my core. He takes a step back off the bed, letting his pants and boxers fall, and looks at me with hungry eyes. Pulling off my skirt, I can’t help but stare. It really was unfair how attractive he was, and my heart leaps when my eyes trail down to his hips, his impressive length hard against him.

“Oh, fuck me,” I mutter, head falling back on the bed, “You’re unreal.”

He lets out a small laugh and comes back to the bed leaving sweet kisses on my ribs and chest.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m so sure,” I say, running a hand through his hair.

He grasps my hip tightly, and in response, a gasp rips through me, and he looks up in concern.

“It’s okay,” I say, “I’m not that fragile.”

Nodding, he kisses down the valley between my breasts, thumbs ghosting over my nipples, hardening them as his hands trail down, making me arch my back in a moan.

“Rude,” I whisper as he continues down, nipping at my hips. Spreading my legs slightly apart, I inhale as his finger glides in between my folds, eliciting a moan from both of us.

“You’re so wet me for, baby,” he whispers as one finger enters me slowly, all my words are lost as his tongue laps at my clit, sending a shock through my spine. I bucked my hips against him, and he moans, his voice deep, sending vibrations to my core. He steadies my hips with his other arm, pushing them into the bed.

“Oh, fuck Paul,” I moan, and I feel him smile as his tongue moves in circles, and I continue to struggle to move for more connection. My hands run through his hair, and I’m pleased with myself when he moans when I tug at it.

Pressure builds, and I feel myself tightening around his fingers, holding onto his hair, he’s relentless as the pressure breaks, waves of pleasure rocking through me. I’m breathless as he kisses back up my body.

“I love you,” he says, biting my neck gently. I finally catch my breath, hands running down his back.

“I love you too.”

He kisses me gently, and I can still taste myself on his tongue. I can feel the tip of his cock, rubbing up and down the length of my entrance, and moan.

“Please,” I beg, and a growl slips from him. He nods and moves to retrieve a condom from the bedside table, I take it from him, and he stands upon his knees. I slowly pull the condom over his length, purposefully taking my time as he stares down at me, biting his lip. Then, he lightly pushes me back on the bed.

Slowly, he pushes in, stretching me out with every inch, I arch to pull him closer, bottoming him out in me with a gasp.

“God, Anna,” he groans, “this is unfair.” He holds still for a moment, breathing deeply before moving out and back in one time.

“It should be impossible for you to feel this good,” he says, an arm reaching underneath my back to pull me close to him, skin to skin.

“I think that’s all you baby,” I say, my thighs already trembling around him.

With slow movements, he finds a rhythm, whispering encouragements into my ear as he picks up speed.

“You feel so good.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“My pretty baby.”

His words strike a chord with me, not only arousing me, but warming my heart, and once again he pushes me to the edge. I can feel how he feels even more now, bliss running through my body and his.

I’m a moaning mess when his hand slips between us, his thumb brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, unraveling me.

“Paul,” I cry, “I’m – I-” I stutter.

“Fuck baby, me too.” He says, keeping the pressure on my clit, gasping when I tighten around him rolling my hips one last time.

He collapses against me, breathing hard. Gasping as he slowly pulls out of me and laid next to me.

I lay my head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

He kisses my head, hands lazily running up and down my back.

“Are you okay?” He tentatively asks.

“I’m amazing,” I say pushing his hair back, “You’re amazing.”

He smiles, relieved.

“Have I told you I love you?” He asks and smiles.

“Maybe, but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

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I have request. Brothers reactions on seeing their child get beat up by a group of of childdemons and two adults.

Hey, anon! Thanks for your request, I'll get to work. I hope you like it!

the brothers react to their child getting bullied by their peers

mc's gender is not mentioned (in fact there's no mc in this at all), not proof read

a/n: the brother's children are the same ones from the (character) as a father series on this blog

important: I do not endorse getting revenge in a violent way, verbal or physical. Especially not around children. This one is also obvious but I am against any kind of bullying too. Just getting these things out of the way before we start.

content warnings: children getting hurt, implied bullying, violence

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Lucifer

you bet lucifer immediately swoops in to grab his daughter and hold her in a way that will make her feel safe

the bullies probably did not realise they were picking on lucifer, avatar of pride's child, it hits them now in how much trouble they really are

lucifer doesn't want to beat sense into those who hurt his child in front of her, so he'll just utter a curse, a very painful one, under his breath to affect the adults only

Mammon

it's mammon's son, so he probably picked up some self-defence tricks from watching his dad get chased down by levi who wants his money back

but, it's just him against a whole group of demons

the second mammon sees what is going on, he takes his son somewhere safe and makes sure he's alright

the credit cards of the parents of those children will suddenly stop working, mammon might have paid a witch to make that happen

Leviathan

sometimes people forget levi is the grand admiral of the navy, moments like this are great opportunities for levi to show his true power

he holds his son in his arms, making sure he's safe, before summoning lotan on those who hurt his child

later that day, when henry feels better, levi will teach him how to summon lotan in case of emergencies like these

Satan

either the group that was hurting his daughter did not know satan is her father, or they did not realise the price they'd pay once he finds out

satan tells his daughter to close her eyes, amd to keep them closed, before doing exactly what they did to her to the two adults

he actually wasn't satisfied once he was done, but he did not want to cause a whole bloodbath either, at least not in the presence of his child

Asmodeus

asmo can be very scary at times

when he spots what is happening, he runs over to the scene and allows his daughter to hide behind him as he stares every one of her bullies down while threatening them with something horrifying until they run away

at home, he'll participate in his daughter's favorite activity to cheer her up, which is holding a princess tea party with both of them in matching glittery dresses

Beelzebub

those who dared touch his daughter have a very big problem

first, beel will swoop in and take her home, where he'll check out any injuries and help her calm down

afterwards, likely when his child is asleep, he'll hunt down the adults involved in the incident, beel has a hard time controlling his anger though, his punishment could rival one of lucifer

Belphegor

belphie is really protective of those he cares about, so of course, that includes his very own son

he will pick his child up while shooting the nastiest look known to man towards those who were hurting him

as revenge, belphie will cast a curse on the adults who stood by and did nothing, making them see only nightmares when they go to sleep

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Fine I'll give you some more book asks since you acted all pathetic and reblogged it again and begged for more: 18, 25, 30, 42, 43, 50, 51, 55, 61, 67, 68, 80, 86, 99, 100, 102 (lol), 104, 117, 118, 124. Also you must answer them all in one sitting (no drafting) otherwise the curse of the procrastinating tumblrina will fall upon you

Hahahaha omg yes, brilliant, love it, love you

18 your least favorite book ever

I mean there have been a fair few bad choices I've picked up along the way. But that I actually finished?

I really do think it might have been Twilight. Granted I did go in expecting to hate it, but it still managed to be blander and worse than I thought it had any right to be for a series with such devoted following.

25 a book by your favourite author

I said this in another answer but I don't really have favourite authors like that anymore. There are many good authours out there and I will read a series or two but I don't go looking for their names like I used to. But so far I guess Erin Morgenstern is a 2 for 2 author with very beautiful prose in both The Night Circus and The Starless Sea

30 your favourite middle grade book

So I've already talked about Narnia, HP, and my love for Eva Ibbotson but that was pretty much what I read back then. So I'll just mention Which Witch? by Eva Ibbotson as well. I don't remember many details from it, but I do remember that I laughed my way through it, which is never a bad thing.

42 a book that made you want to scream by the time you got to the end

I remember A Storm of Swords by George RR Martin made me call you and scream at your answering machine lol

It was bad enough that the Red Wedding happened, but then right after we've seen the massacre the next chapter is from Aryas point of view again and it's her and Sandor reaching Riverrun and she is So Close to being with her family again, to being safe. But he is mean and harsh and won't let her run off and if I remember correctly he takes out his fucking axe and hits her in the head with it. And that's how the chapter ends???

I mean obviosuly he hit her with the blunt side and only enough to knock her out, but we have Just Seen how you can't trust anyone, and then she's with this big mean killing machine who she doesn't get along with, and he hits her with an axe??? Fuck man! Rude-ass bitch is what Martin is. But what else is new, you know?

43 a book that you have read more than three times

Harry Potter. And yes, I am well aware about how much we're all hating on Rowling now, please don't misunderstand me. But I had read the first 3 books over 30 times before the series finished. I used to re-read them about once a year. There is not a single book that even comes close to the amount of times I've read them. No, not even Narnia.

50 a book that made you cry a LOT

The Glass Lake by Maeve Binchy fucking wrecked me when I read it in high school. Like it is off to a pretty grim start with a mother leaving her family and them thinking she killed herself as is, but then it gets even More emotional. I remember this one chapter that just left me sitting there shellshocked for the better part of an hour, those of you who have read it will know when.

51 a book that you found underwhelming

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I know! I'm sorry! I love the movie and bbc miniseries as much as the next hopeless romantic but the book just kind of... didn't live up to it? Reading it you can kind of tell that it is her first novel and certain things are a bit rushed and clumsy. I still enjoyed it, but I was expecting to love it, you know?

55 a book with a satisfying ending

Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle. Them dying just felt right to me. Not that I wanted them to die-die of course, but the way that it happens? Yes. It all came full circle and I always found a certain comfort in the way he let them die and stay dead (to our world).

None of this rising from the dead bullshit. Just tell a good story and wrap it up like a neat little bodybag. Only cowards let protagonists rise from the dead. Looking at you JK, yes even when I first read the book.

61 your favourite horror novel

Ok so reminiscing on books I read as a kid has me thinking, one of the books that really had me Scared for real when reading was probably The Witches by Roald Dahl. And like yes, I know, it's a childrens book. But it's a Scary childrens book. And I was a Child. I just remember the horror as he found out he was stuck in a hotel infested with child-eating witches *shudder*

67 your favourite historical fiction novel

Rhett Butler's People by Donald McCaig, I really enjoyed Gone With The Wind, but this published fanfic/spinoff/prequel to that is just so good. It made me care for the characters in a whole new light all over again. And he always was my favourite out of all the original cast so it was nice to have some more ideas about what he had done before Scarlet threw that first vase at him.

68 your favourite piece of classic literature

Can I say Shakespeare here or did it have to be written as books-books? I'm deciding books-books is the premise so I guess I'm putting down Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. I don't like the ending, but after the book mentioned in #86 a bit further down it is better now. And I think it's the classic I've come back to the most so...

80 a book that reminds you of a loved one

The Demon's Lexicon by Sarah Rees Brennan that @hobbitsus lent me in high school was just a blast to read and I remember it fondly. And the whole story is just so very Her from when we were growing up which adds to the love.

86 a book with an insane plot twist

The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde. Yes again with me bringing in published fanfic of classic works but the whole premise is so good! There are people who can jump into books? There is someone who manages to jump into an original manuscript, thus changing all the copies of the book? There are detectives working on putting the original Jeyen Eyre back into order when this happens to her? And that is the reason the book ends the way it does??? Amazing.

I never quite liked the ending in Jane Eyre, there is this bit that just seems to come out of nowhere to me. In this book? It's because Detective Thursday was there doing whatever she wanted. This fanfic makes the original work better. But the way it twists to do so? 11/10

99 a book with a strong female protagonist

The Deed of Paksenarrion by Elizabeth Moon gives us all that Girl power Asexuality Forge your own path representation and I am here for it. Does the last book feel like the same series as the first book? Not even slightly. But the books are still a fun ride and I recommend anyone wanting to read about a farmer's daughter running away to join the army and then being actually good at her job give it a try.

100 your favourite gothic novel

ok so in like my mind Gothic should be Old. Old as balls. But I will also admit to Wanting to read books that old more than I Actually read them. So I will be cringe enough to just go with Interview With The Vampire by Anne Rice cause that's the book I loved in high school and the internet lets me classify it as goth even if it doesn't feel right

102 your favourite dark academia read

What even counts as Dark Academia though??? I feel like it should be an ancient and heavy-ass tome but most things I read are quite modern? Can I say The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley? Like the book took up a good part of my backpack when I read it in school, that should count for something right?

I liked the way it spanned three generations' worth of stories and all the mysticism going on. It was my first Arthurian fiction as well which felt very Big and Impressive at the time.

104 a fluffy, sweet read

A Hundred Pieces Of Me by Lucy Dillon was a really comforting and nice read that I liked way more than I thought I would when it comes to chick lit. I think of that book whenever I try to pick out a vase now lol

117 your favourite anthology

So do we count fairy tales here or no? Cause I kind of want to say Bland Tomtar Och Troll which is that swedish collection of childrens stories that had the most exquisite art in it and I was especially obsessed with the story about the mermaid Akmea who saved the beautiful sailor, or the one with the kindly white lion who showed up in someones yard.

Sidenote: I went through these old books to find the pictures since google was no help and one has an inscription wishing me a happy 4th birthday, and one has me trying to write my name and it is the most stiltedly awkward penmanship ever and my gosh that's the cutest thing 🥺

118 your favourite short story collection

Hoo.. I don't read a lot of those but when I was in high school they would give out little paperbacks called "Färdlektyr" with assorted short stories and poems and I always looked forward to that semester's edition, does that count?

124 the book you’re currently reading

I started on The Forest Of Stars by Heather Kassner a while back, and realised that the first 5 chapters do not live up to my hopes and so have not read anything since I had to put it down at the end of a lunch break OTL

These were a lot to do in one sitting! I did take a short break for dinner, but otherwise I did do it all in one go, please be happy? :*

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Final chapter? FINAL CHAPTER- IT’S HAPPENIN-

Sooo yeah, we’ve reached the final chapter of Tide of Tied Minds, and… wow. I remember when I first started jotting down ideas for the first chapter in my journal, and the idea of writing the final one seemed like a world away. And now we’re finally here? Weird.

Anyhoo, I wanna thank everyone who joined me on this little ambitious undertaking, and those who’ll come to read it still. It means a lot to me that you all like like my random lil jottins. >w<

I’m glad I took this small step beyond my writing norm, too. My usual fare of writing one-shots is something I find very freeing - I can just take an idea and write a quick little thing for it, and bam. Writing this, though, felt that much more rewarding. They’re both satisfying in different ways, y’know?

I think this chapter is the one that’s changed the most throughout this. I originally had a whooole different plan on how I wanted to end this fic, but after WAD, I got a new, small idea and it grew into what you see here. I did keep the idea of having a flashback at the start, though. Also, the original title was Time Well Spent, as kind of a placeholder that looked like it would become the final title, and I was not planning to make another title a song reference after 3 and 4 - buuut as you can probably see, my inner music geek won out in the end. XD

Done with the 6 chapters of TOTM, eh? Well, I am, anyhow - for those of you clicking on this post for the first time, there’s still one more ride left…

Tide of Tied Minds

Chapter 6: The Stars Are Projectors

Summary: The Collector reflects as they prepare for their favorite human’s celebration.

Chapter Word Count: 2,578

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of death; discussion of trauma

Their powers were fading - thanks to Belos’s green goop spreading up their wrists - but they were not about to let anything happen to all the people still in the Archives.

Puppet strings snagged each jutting spike on top of the building, and the Collector put all his strength and willpower and adrenaline into keeping it upright. Some of the people in there walk into his line of sight, looking shocked, a few pointing up. He smiled down at them to tell them everything would be fine; they’d all be safe because he’d make sure of it.

Finally, the house stopped falling - just in time, too. The Collector’s strings all snapped, and all the tension sagged out of their body at once.

It had taken pretty much everything they had, but they’d done it; they’d saved the Archive House and all the people in it from collapsing into the Boiling Sea.

Cool; just gonna… rest now, for a few billion years. Maybe more, he thought as he flopped down onto a travel star.

The star floated down until it gently put the Collector down onto the front of the Archive House’s balcony, where he flopped down sprawled on his stomach, breathing heavily.

A group of Luz’s friends/classmates approached him, led by a purple-haired witch girl - Amity, their mind supplied.

He shrank away from them, expecting them to scold or punish him, to hate him for all he’d put them through.

But when that didn’t happen, they caaarefully peeked an eye open - and saw Amity offering them a hand, a small smile on her face.

Happy and relieved all over (which caused more of that weird wet stuff to well up in their eyes), they took it, and she helped them to their feet. A woman who looked like Luz walked up to the front, approaching the Collector. Her face carried a kind of warmth they’d never recognized before. “Thank you for the help, pequeño amigo.”

During their last visit to the Owl House for a short while, the Collector had spent some time getting to know the others.

Amity, the sorta sassy abomination-focused witch and Luz’s girlfriend, who treated them with an almost expert patience.

Willow, the super-strong plant witch who looked out for all her friends, whether that be through gentle caring or kicking someone’s butt with vines.

Gus, the fun-loving illusionist who could rival the Collector’s chaotic energy, and who excitedly told them all his favorite things about the human realm.

Hunter, the Grimwalker that he’d finally gotten to know as his own person, not just another one of Belos’s toys and attempts to bring back his brother.

It was a breath of fresh air; getting to kick back, make some new friends and just… be a kid for a while.

After a while, though, unwelcome thoughts and memories started to settle back in, the closer he got to the group. They initially tried to shove these to the back of their mind, wanting desperately to have as much fun as he could, and not fall back into being slammed with things he didn’t want to think about. But the more time he spent among mortals, the more reminders he’d get, until they were all-encompassed by the now-unavoidable notion.

The notion that finally made their decision for them.

They were going back to the stars.

Not permanently, of course - but there were some things he felt he could only sort out away from the Boiling Isles, and some things he was sure the people of the Isles could sort out most effectively with some space from him. There were a lot of… complicated feelings the Collector had that were tied to the place; it was where they’d been imprisoned, where they’d met and been pulled into a false friendship by Belos. He wouldn’t blame the people of the Isles if they held complicated feelings toward him in turn as, sure, being kept in the Archives had kept them from being swept up in Belos’s takeover of the Titan, buuut being turned into puppets and used as playthings was evidently not an easy thing to be put through - if the way a lot of people had regarded him with fear and still seemed wary was anything to go by. That was part of it, too; guilt over what they’d done.

But bigger than each of those things, perhaps, was the notion they’d been trying so hard to avoid this whole time - he had terrifyingly up-close knowledge that mortals could break for good, but a lot less knowledge on what it could take to break them. That scared them more than they’d probably admit, especially considering how powerful their own magic was; he could hurt someone before he even knew it. It was better, safer, he thought, to keep a distance from these new friends until he’d learned more about how to control his powers. Maybe King could also teach them more about mortals, too - after all, they could (and most definitely would) be in touch with him whenever they wanted.

Besides all that, they haven’t been to space since they were trapped, and, well… they really wanted to see it again, wanted to explore far and wide just like they used to, now that he could. Space was familiar, home-ish and comfortable in a way the Isles wasn’t quite yet. He didn’t know how long it would be until it did become that, or until he could be among his witch and human friends without feeling all jumpy that any of them could get hurt at any moment - but they did feel that those things were very much within reach.

When the Collector first told everyone he was leaving for a bit, and explained why, some people seemed worried. Luz and Eda asked him if he’d be all right on their own, and it was stressed to him that he could always come back, that they had a place here, should they need it.

Everyone said their goodbyes, and he gave Francois back to King. Just as the Collector was about to step outside, though, they were stopped by King. His Titan buddy pressed the rabbit plush into their hands; a gesture of trust, a reminder that the Owl House would always be open to them, and a way of ensuring they’d never really be alone again.

Then King pulled the Collector into a hug, whispering “I hope I see you again soon,” into their ear.

At that, they almost broke down right there, out of pure sentimental joy.

He didn’t, of course. But he came close.

During that time since they’d overrun - and then helped save - the Boiling Isles, the Collector kept in touch with their friends and family, and visited them often. They’d left the door wide open, after all, and he was more than happy to make use of that as often as he pleased inbetween their little space escapades.

This particular visit was a little bit different than usual.

Luz had told them about the upcoming celebration of her birthday - or quinceañera - during his most recent visit. According to the people they’d asked, a birthday was meant to commemorate the passing of a year in someone’s life. It never failed to fascinate the Collector how, in the face of their relatively short lives, mortals came up with all sorts of ways to celebrate and make the most value possible out of their time.

At the notion of celebrating such a meaningful event for his pal Luz, well… when he went back to exploring space that day, he miiight’ve dream-visited King and told him about something special they wanted to do for this day.

Their first trip back in space was a blast. Everything they’d missed about the place was there for him to get into all over again! He counted stars, slept in the nooks and crannies of slow-moving asteroids, and saw loads of different planets. King kept them updated whenever the mood struck him, and gladly answered any questions they had. The little exploration had lasted about a month or so before they’d decided to see the Boiling Isles in person again. He felt like he was ready to see everyone again, safely this time.

When he came back, he wasn’t sure what to expect, or how much he’d be welcomed. That almost didn’t matter when they entered the Owl House and were greeted by Eda and King like an old friend. Luz was further back in the house with her mother Camila, and gave him the same welcome when he saw her - this was also when he met her basilisk sister Vee, who was (coincidentally enough) also having her first visit to the Isles in a while.

They stayed on the Isles a long while, almost twice as long as their space trip, getting to know everyone all over again and learning what they’d been up to. He was surprised at how natural it seemed, talking to all their friends and listening to them talk with zest and zeal. He got closer to everyone; closer than he’d ever been.

The place they spent the most time, though, was at the Owl House, which pretty much became his home on the Isles. Luz, King, Eda and Raine (Ray-Ray) all helped him figure stuff out about himself and the things and people around him, and showed them things they’d never known before - like family. A long time ago, family hadn’t meant much to him. From the Archivists and their constant, annoying dismissals of their little sibling, to Belos and all the Grimwalkers he only pretended to love, but who all had no worth of their own to him as long as he could make more. This, though, was different. This felt… right, as weird as it felt to call anything in his life that. It was a strange feeling, having people who understood him. They remember how Gus told them he knew what it was like to think someone was your friend, only to find out they were just pretending in order to use your abilities for their own gain.

A few times, during their visits, he approached some residents of the Isles and offered to help with the rebuilding, partly to test how they felt around him - and while some were still kinda wary, they never protested the idea of the Collector willingly helping take back some of the damage he’d done to their home. It gave him hope, and made him realize that he’d begun to find not just friends and family, but a community. For all the differences and knotted-up feelings between them, there was one thing that inspired some solidarity among them all in general - the same guy had once had them dancing to tunes of his choice. This was something they all understood, even when it came to the Collector. He got a taste of this when Hunter told him about the things he was forced to do under Belos, and how he coped with it.

The rebuilding took a long time and was not easy, as the former ruler’s final act had dealt a looot of damage to the Isles. There was definitely a lot of deeper damage the guy had done, that wasn’t as simple as being repaired. All the same, the Collector got the sense that, given enough time, things would (eventually) be okay, especially as people were now able to put energy into doing things they enjoyed without fear or restriction. Once, at his prompting, Willow had told him about flier derby, and how it gave her a sense of freedom and fun she hadn’t had a long time before. He sensed that all over - how, even if things would never really be the same as they’d once been, people could come together and find ways around that, to be able to flourish and be free again.

One time, Luz gathered a bunch of kids around herself and Amity, and together they regaled the group of a tale they’d told the Collector briefly before - how Belos was finally defeated. The kids watched, wide-eyed, as the two recounted the moment he was ripped from the Titan’s heart and melted by boiling rain, before being stomped on and finished off for good. For all his palisman-prolonged life, death had finally caught up to him.

Death…

It’s something the Collector tries not to think about, as much as that doesn’t do to actually stop his mind from going there. It’s something they’ve seen only a few times and still don’t completely get, but they hope beyond hope to never see it again. Sometimes, on bad days, just a glimpse of the decaying bones the adult Titans were reduced to brings on memories of their hands shaking and stained with red, or grasping desperately onto an orb of light.

Just like the Isles and the people on it, there are things in his life he’ll never fully be able to heal, but they’re learning to be able to live with that.

Four years. A pretty insignificant chunk of time by his standards, and yet so much has changed.

The Collector peers down at the Archive House, resting on top of the Titan’s skull like a crown. The huge left hand that reaches up, fingers poking just above the planet’s atmosphere - almost as if in greeting to the cosmic deity, or wanting to reach out and cradle them on its palm.

Come to think of it, there was one other thing Luz had told the Collector.

At first, he didn’t get how she’d been able to fix herself, when even he couldn’t fix her. Well, not until she told them that it was the Titan - the Boiling Isles - King’s Dad - who had given her his last bit of life to bring her back from wherever she’d been (which also explained why the big guy’s glyphs weren’t working anymore).

She’d also told them that the Titan had confessed they’d made a mistake by trapping the Collector.

The Collector goes into a dive toward the outstretched hand, then spreads out his arms at the last second to slow their fall and land gently onto its clawed thumb. He reaches out one of his hands and gives their perch a little pat. “Farewell, big guy.”

Just then, small, bustling sounds catch the Collector’s attention. Leaning forward and zooming their vision in, he browses around Bonesborough until his eyes reach the Owl House - where they see a crowd milling outside, coming to greet Luz and her mother Camila with lights and a huge banner. Whoop! The Collector quickly jumps up, hovering a few paces above the thumb. The celebration’s starting, and they will not let the fun end without doing his bit.

Time to put on a show. Grinning gleefully, the Collector conjures a ball of cosmic magic and raises their arms to light up the night sky.

Once they start wrapping up their display and turn to leave, he hears a faint sound - a massive chorus of “byyyeee!” from a gathered crowd in front of the Owl House, all waving excitedly to him.

The Collector laughs, the sound tingling through their whole body and making it feel lighter, a sound of pure, hearty jubilation. He waves down to his people as he flies off. “Kthanksbyyyeee!”

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The Witch from Mercury Finale Reaction

Episode 24: “May All Blessings Find Their Way to You, I’m Wishing It”

Title is a reference to the season 1 OP, I see.

They’re planning to fire, again? The more this drags out, the harder it will be to cover up.

I see Guel is riding shotgun with Felsi. That said, that definitely would not be very safe during a real firefight.

Is Suletta reaching her limits, now of all times? Well, it does seem to early for that so she’ll probably be fine.

Aaaaand, I just watched the rest at once without taking notes, so prepare for everything to be out of order and me forgetting things

Let’s see, Suletta and Aerial were brought in, and Suletta did eventually wake up on her own. She hadn’t quite reached her limits yet but she was definitely in the red.

Although they successfully shut down Quiet Zero, everyone else got themselves captured in the meantime. Martin, did you even do anything?!

You got to admit, that was a pretty good line from Miorine, and dead on. Taking hostages is unnecessary, Suletta will show up on her own anyway.

If I’m not mistaken, Suletta has previously chastised herself for being too greedy, but now she’s owning it. Girl knows what she wants and she’s going to make it happen.

We’ve been waiting, for this entire series, for this very moment, when Suletta stands up to her mother and openly defies her.

This is the point where shit gets a little weird. I did not much care for Number 4 and certainly wasn’t expecting his return, especially now of all times. Apparently everyone who has used the Gundams exists in the datastorm, not just Eri. Which means they were the ones who interfered last episode, and it explains how Eri knew who it was without anyone else appearing to be around.

This is the point where weird turns into awesome. We’ve seen Aerial go from red to blue to white, and now we have the Calibarn go full rainbow.

Threaten her all you won’t, Miorine doesn’t give a fuck.

So this is Miorine’s Plan B. Dissolving the Benerit Group, selling the assets to Earth like Shaddiq planned, and exposing his criminal ties to the Space Assembly League.

There is something so satisfying about seeing the Peil CEOs realise they’ve lost everything and the cherry on top being Elan quitting on them and taking a better offer. I suppose he never really did anything wrong, and he probably wasn’t to keen on having several other people walking around with his face.

The desperate, last ditch gambit of a man who is unwilling to admit he has already lost. This never works and usually is the point where hero starts to flex and show how much more badass they actually are.

Now she’s controlling other Gundams now and using them to amplify the power of the datastorm. Since everything runs on Permit, even Doomsday weapons, that’s all Suletta needs.

I see dead people.

No. 5 gets to see Norea one last time.

Meanwhile Prospera has one last talk with all the people she needs to hear from most, the family she lost and the family she still has left.

And now everything is turning into space dust for some reason. To be fair, both Quiet Zero and Gundams are very dangerous and would only ever be used for one thing, so it’s probably for the best. That said, one of them is Suletta’s current ride, so it is a bit inconvenient for her.

I didn’t know those keychains had any sort of practical function.

The silence was a bit eerie while it lasted but I wasn’t too worried. This scene was clearly a callback to their first meeting, complete with a headbutt.

Three years later…. Nika was released from prison. What a way to kick off this epilogue. Nice haircut.

Petra is better and working for Gund-Arm Inc. and her dumbass boyfriend didn’t get killed.

Guel is working with two of the sassiest people in space. Pray for him. Or not.

Seems Shaddiq took the fall in order to expose the SAL, and Miorine, the girlboss that she is, stole his harem.

The matching keychains that Miorine apparently brings around everywhere are now her sisters-in-law. Figure that one out.

Judging from the conversation, despite going through physical therapy to regain the use of her body, Suletta has already built her school on Mercury, and plans to build another on Earth. Impressive. She also seems to be settling down on Earth with her new wife, her mother and her keychain sisters. Good for her. She moved forward and gained a lot more than two.

All around, happy ending. Almost no one of importance died, and if they did, they apparently ascended to a higher form of existence, or something like that.

More importantly, we the gays win again. Sure, we didn’t get a kiss, but it’s not like there’s any ambiguity here.

#the witch from mercury #g witch #g witch spoilers

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motherfuckingmaneater · 9 months

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send me a pairing and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic. bellamort / things you said after you kissed me.

This doesn't mean anything. But his kiss said otherwise. He doesn't want her to feel special. She understands in that moment it means everything.

You're going to marry him. Tears spill down her cheeks, her cheeks hot. It's not goodbye, he promises soon after. She looks up at him with grey eyes, she's ruined her makeup through the heat of it all. The tears, the passion, the longing, the pleading. She's been begging him for months, don't make me do it. His word is final. She doesn't know how much it's cut him up inside to say it.

I love you. She can't help but utter the words. They stir something deep inside of him, something he's long since cut away. If he could love it's far too late now. But she is everything, wildfire and notoriety - and she loves him. She could not hold onto the words any longer.

I'll kill every last one of them for you. She says it between frantic, desperate kisses, clutching to his robes which he soon spells off. He’s finding solace in her after hearing about the prophecy. No one understands him except Bellatrix. No one will mercilessly slaughter for him like her. No one would think twice on killing an infant for him but her. They're a tangle of one another's arms, his fist in her hair, his legs pressing between hers until they reach heat. She says it again, and again. She says it until she can't, until her voice is all desire and pleading and lust that desperately seeks satisfaction until she gets it. Then she says it again, in the aftermath and he kisses her one last time before she falls asleep against him. Soon he’ll rule the world and she’ll still be by his side.

Silly little witch, don't you realise how much you mean to me? He seizes her furiously, snapping his hands at her forearms and kissing her again and again and again. He kisses her through her tears and through his fury. He kisses her until he's satisfied that she's safe and that she's his. His thumbs absentmindedly brush her tears of apology away as he scolds her, as he tells her he can live without anyone else but her, that he knows how very much he’d do for her, that he’d slaughter anyone who tried to take her from him.

I knew you’d come back. Her fingers tremble, tears and rainwater pour down her cheeks. Her exhilaration is wearing off, her heartbeat is still frantic. He cups her jaw and she stills, gazing into scarlet eyes, staring at slits for pupils and seeing the man she loves. She leans into him, undeterred despite how serpentine he is now. The move alone surprises him, but he snares his arm around her waist. She’s so thin — she has always been, but now she feels like she may shatter beneath him. She touches his jaw, she kisses his jaw, then his knuckles, then she falls to his feet, uttering the words again as she worships the only man in the world who’s ever mattered. She won’t shatter.

#maneaters musings #answered prompts.#bellamort #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black #bellatrix black lestrange #lord voldemort #tom marvolo riddle #i queued sirius black

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rphelperblog · 1 year

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Hayley Marshall Kenner Quote RP Meme

inspired by @badasshybridqueen @paststories

I'd rather rip your mother's head off.“

“Why are you trying to fix your family when it’s clear so much of it is broken.”

You are all class.“

Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.”

Remind me to annihilate your brother once you're healthy.“

You want to help me? Help my people.“

All knocked up and nowhere to go.“

"Make art. Use your voice. Have adventures. And have at least one totally epic love. And be every bit of yourself."

“Who the hell are you?”

“I love you. I always have loved you.”

“i’m here as a mom.”

“He died loving me despite it.”

“I realized I wasn’t just protecting myself.”

“Everything I do is for her.”

“Too bad, i forgive you.”

“That’s what family does, we fight for eachother.”

“I never knew that I could love something so much. It’s scary like it migt kill me.”

“If i died and someone through a part, I would be so pissed.”

“Want to say that again and see what happened?”

“Just tell me who you want me to kill.”

“Or maybe I stopped running.”

“She can go home.”

“In your paranoid mind, no one can be trusted.”

“Don’t you get it. your the threat.”

“Let me check his calender- wait, not his wife.”

“I have claws.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,”

“Fight back.”

“I will make them suffer for this.”

“But you will be forgotten.”

“I feel like we are connected somehow.”

“You guys done? This mucho stuff is cute and all but don’t make me come kick both your asses.”

“Ew, no never.”

"And I want to make you a promise, three things that you will have that I never did. A safe home, someone to tell you that they love you every single day, and someone to fight for you no matter what."

I'm sorry that it takes me being in danger for you to even talk to me.“

Just for once, would you please trust me that I say I will do something and it will get done?“

“you want more?”

“my pleasure.”

“I have tried to play nice. But the last month of pregnancy is all hormones and mood swings. so unless you want me to snap your arm like a twig, I suggest that you tell me what is going on.”

Hey there, witch bitch.“

“I know you were just using me as a way of saving your people, but try it again and I will kill you.”

You will not take my baby. I will kill all of you.”

Have I mentioned that I've had a rotten couple of months?“

Well, every good story needs a wicked witch. It'll be all the more satisfying when we melt her.“

"And you have hit your complaint quota for the day. Congrats, ou Are officially the worst."

"I want you to know that I didn't marry you for all of those people. I married you for me."

Awesome. Then we can do that thing where you lock me in the tower, I escape, there's drama, and then you two both realize that I'm capable of taking care of myself.”

They want a seat at the table, and if they don't get one, I can guarantee that you'll all regret it.“

If we can't all learn to get along, if our families can't create some sort of community, then what's the point? Kill each other and get it over with.“

Over the years I've had my share of friends, enemies, lovers, losses and triumphs. With time they all begin to run together. But you will find the real moments are vibrant. The rest just fades away. Your pain will fade.“

I saw the way you looked at me before and the way you look at me now. I was a mother, now I'm a monster. Things are different now. You can't tell me that they're not.“

I'm gonna go find our daughter.”

So you're having weird, retro sex dreams. Get over it. I'm staying.”

You will not believe the crap day that I'm having.”

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The Chronicles of a Sweet Toy

A Training Grounds Mini Series

Summary: The sweetest side of Toy makes everyone around them melt. (Insert a squishable super soldier)

Warnings: Ageplay (Think that's it, let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: This has been a long time coming, and I'm super excited to put out these drabbles. I'll be posting one every day for a week.

***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Universe***

You’re shivering under the blanket, cuddling the new stuffie that Daddy just got you. It’s a red Dino with a wiggly thing on his back, you giggled when your Mommy dramatically named him King Wiggles. Your tummy was hurting and you were freezing, but you were watching Natasha run around in circles panicking. She had mentioned a fever, but you didn’t understand. How could you be hot and cold at the same time?

The ginger is in the kitchen now, after turning on the television for you to Paw Patrol, mumbling something about her father and soup. A whimper leaves your lips when she yells across from you to take your thumb out of your mouth, “Germs detka, that’s why you’re sick.”

Zuma is swirling around in water on the screen and it makes your head hurt, you shove your fists in your eyes trying to stop the pounding. You try to focus on the soft sounds of the ginger cooking, but breathing starts to get hard and frustrated tears start filling your eyes. Hiding under the blanket away from the sunlight helps a little, but you want Mommy to use her magic and fix you. The thought of the witch makes the heavy tears start streaming down your face and before long you’re sobbing loudly, coughing aggressively.

You can hear Natasha’s voice trying to sooth you as she rushes to finish your food, but you’re starting to panic now. Trapped in the blanket and you can no longer tell where Wiggles is, you start flailing around missing the opening of the elevator. You try to stand up, wanting to be closer to your Daddy, but your legs are tangled in the blanket and the moment you try staggering towards the kitchen you’re falling. A rough shriek scratches your raw throat but you never hit the floor, instead your overheated face is caught by a soft body. It’s the cool metal that is against the side of your head that makes you immediately sink deeper.

Natasha is rushing towards you, her eyes wide as she stares down at you curled up on top of Bucky. “Are you guys okay? Little Toy, Daddy is here.” You barely acknowledge her, instead turning your head to rest fully in the crook of his cold metal elbow. “Bucks, are you okay? Did you..you jumped over the couch?” She’s looking around the area now, noticing the cushions are all fallen and the fact that he’s now awkwardly laying on the ground.

The soldier chuckles, rubbing his free hand over his face, as he looks up at the widow. “I just got back from a meeting and this silly doll almost fell trying to come to you, just tried to keep them safe.” He’s blushing now under the appreciative look he is receiving. The widow knows that he’s always been really interested in finding someone like her little toy, but he’s yet to find anyone that clicks. “I can hang with them while you finish up. I think they like my arm.”

Natasha lets them be, watching for a moment as she walks away as Bucky slowly stands and sits with you curled up in his arm. It’s about two episodes of Paw Patrol when the ginger finally walks back into the living area with a tray of soup, crackers, and sprite. You’re babbling around Bucky’s fingers, which are now in your mouth, as you try to tell him about the show. A gentle tap on your head gets your attention and you look up to see your Daddy smiling at you, “Little Toy, what did I say about fingers? Hmm?” She’s touching your head and the back of your neck, seemingly satisfied for now with the temperature she feels. “Did you like hanging out with Bucky?” The widow watches you put the cool arm back on your forehead, cringing as she knows you’re still slightly warm.

Struggling to nod, “Uh huh, can I hang out with Mr. Robot again?”. You innocently look up at Natasha with a smile. She pushes the soup in towards you a little, and you happily start eating the dinosaur shaped pasta noodles.

You miss the look shared between the two Russian soldiers, but it’s Bucky who leans forward. “Well little robot, if you wanna next time we hang out we can build you your own arm?” Your excited nod makes the two smile.

Natasha sighs, sliding to sit next to you. “Don’t let your Mommy know I’m letting you get a vibranium arm, okay?” She winks at Bucky as she steals one of your crackers. The sound of Chase and Marshall fighting crime in the background as the two Avengers settle into casual conversation.

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