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vqnrouged · 3 days

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Could I have vampire blood and cats tail with 🏰 please 🥺

𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐄’𝐍𝐘𝐀 & 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 ── 𓇼 ⋆｡ﾟ

↳ summer 2024 event request! more details here!

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↳ omg thank you for the che’nya request, anon! i love him and lilia so much! also sorry that che'nyas part is a lil short! regardless, i hope you enjoy! <3

↳ 𝐂𝐇𝐄’𝐍𝐘𝐀

𓇼 ˖° immediately says yes, why would he say no to building a sandcastle? the queendom of roses wasn't necessarily a place where there were beaches and ocean galore, so he was gonna take the opportunity to have a different kind of fun while he was on vacation. he is a very big fan of splash fights!

𓇼 ˖° che'nya makes it a competition on who can make the coolest sandcastle pretty quick, what's the fun in just building them when you can make it even more entertaining with a friendly competition! he gets very competitive and often cheats by using his unique magic to scare you while you're building you own castle, as long as he gets to mess with you then it's a good game!

𓇼 ˖° he will absolutely find little creatures to have as his castle guardians, by the end of the day he has a crab army if they haven't already made their way back into the water. he also finds plenty of other creatures to put in his castle as the king and queen or other members of royal crabby family, he even has names for them.

"seriously, you named her crabilina?"

"yes, and her son is named crabbington the 3rd!"

"che, these are by far the worst possible names you could've come up with for these little creatures."

"to be fair, i did have time constraints."

── 𓇼 ˖°

↳ 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄

𓇼 ˖° lils loves the idea of building a mini fortress with you out of sand, in a way it reminded him of his youth. as a child, he had never been to a beach before, only the forests of briarland or wherever meleanor would drag him off to. the only reason he had to be at a beach was for his duties as a general, never just for fun. so this opportunity to relax and enjoy his time with you was a blessing he didn't know he needed. while he does enjoy the laying down on a beach chair and soaking in the sun aspect, he does also enjoy the other activities it has to offer. he's a big fan of playing volleyball and swimming in the ocean, but building a sandcastle? oh, he is going all in.

𓇼 ˖° he is rather careful about building the structure of the castle, but even then the outcome does come out a bit... wonky. now listen, it's a style. besides, this isn't meant to be a competition, it's supposed to be a lovely day on the beach with his partner. however, if you want to make it into a competition this old fae isn't going to say no to a competitive game with his lover. as soon as you mentioned the idea, he immediately gave you a cheeky smirk and took you up on the offer. with quick work, he began to make his castle larger and taller with multiple turrets and several small windows that lined the mini fortress. albeit, it didn't exactly look the most smooth or beautiful. some of the walls were slightly falling with sandy ash, but to lilia it was the extravagance that made the castle. from the way it looked it's appearance was similar to that of briar valley's very own castle, interesting. he didn't even realize he was replicating the castle, but no matter, he was still going to win this.

𓇼 ˖° he loves adding little trinkets to his castle, kind of like how he collects thing from his travels and decorates his room. after he builds the castle itself and while you're still building your own, he wanders around the beach finding all sorts of objects and creatures to put on his castle. along the shoreline he found several pretty shells and a few tiny crabs that crawled in and out of the sand, then he walked closer to the more populated areas of the beach to see if there was any item of interest there either. and much to his surprise, there was a perfect addition laying buried in the sand right before him. he made sure to make the little thing the main attraction of his castle.

"lils, is that a little red flag?"

"why yes it is, dear. lucky find, was it not?"

"yeah, but where in the world did you find it? this side of the beach is pretty clean."

"i found it laying on the ground next to a trash can!"

"lilia, that's gross!"

@𝐯𝐪𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐝

#@𝐯𝐪𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐝 ♱#summer time event 2024! 𓇼 ⋆｡ﾟ #chenya x reader #chenya #lilia twst #twst lilia #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #twst x you #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #headcanons #diasomnia #royal sword academy

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monstersflashlight · 2 days

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Umm... Do you think.. Maybe.. You could do a dragon and a male person? If not, I totally understand.

Hi! Thanks for the request, hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I know very little about temperature play apart from candles, but I’m setting this into a fantasy world where this is not as dangerous as it sounds.

Burn me down

Dragon x male!reader || temperature play, size difference, edging, lowkey orgasm denial

“Iwantyoutouseyourfireonme.” Your words mixed together because you told them so fast. You didn’t want him to think too much about it.

“What?” He asked, confused. Your dragon boyfriend was reading next to you on the couch as you scrolled Tumblr, in his humanoid form he was so handsome you almost lost yourself on him before asking what you wanted.

“I want you to use your fire on me.” You repeated, slower this time.

“No.” His response was instantaneous.

“But-” You tried to argue.

“No.” He repeated, not even looking at you, his eyes fixated on the pages, even though you knew he wasn’t reading shit.

“Come on, I trust you, I know you wouldn’t hurt me and I really want to know what it feels like.” You tried to let all your arguments out before he could deny you again.

“I need to be in full dragon form for that.” He told you like that made a big difference. He already knew you were a slut for all his forms, you loved how well his dragon dick stretched you, how his scales rubbed against your prostate in the most perfect way.

“I know.” You answered, trying to sound calm and collected, but fearing he was going to say no again. “So would you? Use your fire I mean…” You asked again, trying to use your puppy dog eyes on him. He was weak when it came to you, and you wanted to milk that fully.

He sighed heavily. “I’ll think about it.” You fist bumped the air as he tried to hide his smile.

It took him two weeks to give you an answer. “We can try.” He told you in the middle of breakfast. It was Sunday, so you had nothing else to do. “We can try the fire.” He clarified, as if you weren’t completely sure what he meant before. As if you hadn’t been expecting his answer for days.

“Really?” You asked, trying not to sound as hopeful as you felt. You couldn’t believe it took him only two weeks, you thought you would have to ask again after sucking his cock or something, to get him when he wasn’t expecting it.

“Yeah.” He leaned down and kissed your open mouth. You pulled back and started getting your clothes off. “Wait, right now?” He asked behind you as you rushed through the house to get to the only area in your house that could fit his dragon size: the big barn outside. You might or might not have bought the house just for that.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” You chanted as you threw your clothes wherever and ran naked across the garden. He followed you, and when he caught up to you he was smiling. His expression was so loving that you felt a shiver down your spine.

You two entered and you positioned yourself in the bed you set there, he removed his clothes slowly. You laid on the bed and watched as he took out the restrains. You shivered, your dick filling rapidly as he approached you with a predatory gaze.

He tied you down to the bed frame and transformed. You looked at him amazed, you were fascinated by his full dragon form. He was so big, so imposing, so scary… But at the same time you could see in his eyes that your boyfriend was still there. “Feels good?” He asked, his voice in the dragon form so deep that made your body shudder. He proved your restrains with his claws to make sure they would hold, humming approvingly.

“Yes! Fuck yes. Come on, come on…” You urged, struggling in your restrains, trying to make him do something apart from looking at you.

“Calm down.” He didn’t move, he just kept looking at you intensely. “Be patient.”

He was drinking your naked body in, your dick was so hard, a shiny droplet of precum at the tip. He leaned down and licked it off, his dragon tongue textured and rough made you scream in pleasure. You whined as he did it again. Having his sharp teeth so close to your dick should be scary, but you were so fucking turned on.

“Please.” You knew he loved when you begged, he was a sucker for your pleas, and you were a sucker for him. Especially if you could take him down your throat.

He approached you, his big head was close to your stomach when he parted his lips and breathed fire over your tummy. The first flame hit you right on the belly button, making you scream and twitch against your restrains. The hot feeling making your whole body shiver as you moaned. He did it again, this time over your hip. The tiny flame held for a couple seconds, enough to make your skin tingle and your arousal grow. You moaned again as he did it again. And again. He kept sending little sparks of flame to your skin, alternating between your chest, your legs… Anywhere but your sensitive parts.

“More, please, please, please… More.” You were completely out of it, the mixture between the cold air and the hot flames was making your arousal get so high you feel like you could come with just a touch. But he didn’t give you that.

He kept sending tiny flames to parts of your body, you felt like you were on fire all over, the kind of fire that consumed you from the inside out and ended up with a big orgasm. You were distracted by the overwhelming heat sensation around your body that you weren’t expecting when he sent the flame to your nipples. You screamed loud. He chuckled over you, and you were about to speak and curse him when he sent another flame to your other nipple, making you scream again.

He tortured you slowly, so, so, so slowly. You were going out of your mind with need when he decided to touch your dick. He licked the copious amount of precum around your whole shaft, making you arch your back until it hurt, trying to get closer to him. He swallowed your erection once, twice… Bobbing his big head over you, being careful not to scratch you with his pointy fingers. You were so close. So, so close.

Then he pulled away and you cried out. Tears were running down your face as he kept teasing you, tiny flames around your body again. He was being mean and cruel about it, not letting you come, edging you to the point of madness. You lost track of time, of space. You lost track of your own body to get into a state of mind that made your head float as your body burned. You were never in danger of being hurt, he would never hurt you, but the tortuous edging he was inflicting was making you a mess.

He licked your tears as they fell. “You look so pretty, I wish you could see how handsome you look right now, all needy and panting. All messy and eager.” His words made you cry harder, precum leaking.

You thought he was going to tease you again, start your torture all over, but he lowered his head and breathed a tiny flame over your heated, oversensitive dick, making you cry out so hard you felt you throat tearing and your soul leave your body. You came so hard you passed out completely.

#monster #monster fucker #monster x human #monster imagine #teratophillia #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #terato #dragon #dragon x reader #dragon x human #male reader #request

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coloursflyaway · 8 hours

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Won’t Fear Love (6/6)

Pairing: Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.900

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„We should go a date“, Charles says on a perfectly bland Tuesday, looking up at Edwin from whatever he is doing at the moment.

If Edwin wasn’t dead already, he would suspect that Charles is trying to kill him.

or:

Five times Charles takes Edwin on a date to figure out if he could fall in love with him, and one time when he has an answer.

tagging all the lovely people who wanted to give this fic a read: @itsablueberrycow @piristephes @assignedpeanutallergyatbirth @mylu @oneweirdbean @lifeinvirtualreality

It’s the second Wednesday of the month again, for the eighth time since they have started this experiment, if Edwin’s tally is correct. Which, of course, it is.

The last two weeks have been filled with a new case, one that is turning out to be much harder than expected, and so Charles and he are sprawled on the sofa, books in their hands, while Crystal is out to find someone whose mind might provide them with some kind of insight. So far, Charles has not declared any plans for the night, but then again, he seems to enjoy surprising Edwin, seems to enjoy keeping him in the dark for as long as possible.

Just the month before, he had taken Edwin to a botanical garden so they could enjoy the mild weather, the flowers and the gentle quiet there; they had been holding hands, Charles had woven a crown from daisies and dandelions for him and later kissed Edwin beneath a vine-covered arch, another time just before they had left the gardens to walk back to the agency.

Now, he is laying on the sofa with his head in Edwin’s lap, which makes Edwin’s own reading slightly more difficult as there is nowhere to rest his book but on Charles’ forehead (which he had tried, but Charles did not appreciate) but is also more than worth it. It’s nice to be this close, to weave his fingers into the curls of Charles’ hair and make him hum happily, to look down from time to time and watch Charles’ eyelashes flutter, his forehead furrow in concentration.

It’s domestic in a way that is painfully familiar and delightfully new at the same time.

“Hey, Edwin”, Charles says eventually, and when Edwin looks down, Charles is already watching him, the book set aside and resting on his chest. “I know it’s Wednesday and I do have a little something planned, but would you mind if we just spent this one at home?”

His eyes are wide and soft and dark, and Edwin knows he could say no, and ask to go anyway and Charles would take him to… well, wherever he was planning on going. Not that Edwin ever would, not when Charles is not feeling like going on a date. Especially, since the reason for these dates is for Charles to find out if he wants this.

Edwin is about to smile, tell him that of course, they can stay in, but then there’s a flash, a thought so bright and sudden wrecking through his brain that it stops Edwin dead in his tracks. Because that was the deal they had, wasn’t it? That they would go on dates and Charles would figure out if Edwin could be someone he’d want as more as a friend.

And if Charles doesn’t want to take him on a date tonight, then…

Suddenly, Edwin feels his metaphorical heart speed up; if he still had a breath, it would be shaky, coming in gasps, because his whole existence zeroes in on this, on Charles looking up at him, on Charles asking to stay at the agency tonight.

He puts down his book, sits up straighter, and the change in posture must have been noticeable because Charles quirks an eyebrow, even if he doesn’t move; Edwin isn’t sure if he is grateful for it or wishes it was different.

“Charles”, he starts, unsure how to phrase it when part of him wants to abandon rhyme and reason and beg Charles not to break his heart. “Please correct me if I am misunderstanding the situation, but are you trying to say that you are ready to make a decision regarding… us?”

He puts it as delicately as he possibly can, tries to keep any kind of hope, of desperation, of bone-chilling, all-encompassing fear from seeping into his voice, but he isn’t sure how, or even if he succeeds. Especially since Charles doesn’t react at all at first, then scrunches up his nose, forehead furrowing. “What?”

Since there is no universe in which Charles would ever treat him unkindly on purpose, or make this harder than necessary, the confusion must be genuine, which makes it easier, makes it harder still. And, a treacherous part of Edwin’s mind whispers, what does it say about their situation that Charles seems to have forgotten about it entirely?

“Us, Charles”, Edwin repeats after a moment and even to himself, his voice sounds off, too composed to be anything but a facade. And it is, because Edwin isn’t even certain how he is formulating words, sentences, when every spectral molecule of his body seems to be frozen in hope, in terror. “When we started this… experiment of a sort, it was very clear that we would go on dates so you would be able to make a decision about our romantic future, or lack thereof. So, since you are proposing that we do not go on a date tonight, I was wondering if you were indicating that you were ready to make said decision.”

It sounds stilted, it sounds forced, but Edwin cannot make himself stop talking until he is finished, because if there is a chance that this is what Charles has planned, then he has to get it over with as quickly as possible, no matter the consequences.

His hands are shaking and Charles must see it, so Edwin folds them and presses them against his chest, while he watches Charles sit up slowly, eyebrows still drawn together like he is trying to find the last piece for a puzzle he wasn’t expecting to solve.

He’s beautiful in a way that makes Edwin wish he had a heart that could beat for him, a breath that Charles could take away; he’s anything Edwin could ever want and although ever since they started this, Edwin has been doing his best to keep his hopes in check, he suddenly realises with startling clarity that he has colossally failed in that regard. There is still nothing that could ever keep him out of Charles’ life, but it would take decades to piece his heart back together, should Charles decide he would prefer them to be friends.

Because he had a taste of it now, of holding Charles’s hand when they are walking through the city, of cuddling close to him at night and kissing him in the morning, when the early sunlight is making his skin glow golden. And even if for Charles this was a trial run that was found lacking, it had never felt like that for Edwin.

“Just so I can get this straight”, Charles starts very slowly, like he isn’t certain what to say, or how to say it, “Are you under the impression that I haven’t made that decision yet?”

He sounds like he cannot believe he is saying it, and Edwin cannot do anything but nod helplessly, the weight of the rest of his existence making it impossible to speak.

It takes a moment, but then Charles laughs, incredulous and yet sweet, and even if it doesn’t clear up anything, it washes away at least some of the tension. Because Charles wouldn’t laugh at him, not before breaking his heart.

“Edwin, we’ve been cuddling until a few moments ago”, Charles tells him and his voice is so gentle, so fond that Edwin wants to sway closer, wants to spend the rest of time surrounded by its timbre. “We’ve been holding hands for months now. I kissed you this morning when we were watching the sunrise. Twice.”

He smiles at the last part, like it is a memory worth reliving and that is enough to stun Edwin into talking, to kickstart the heart he doesn’t have into beating once more. “I thought you were trying it out. To see if you liked it”, he explains, and slowly, ever so slowly, hope is spreading through his body, pumped through astral veins from his chest to the tips of his fingers, the soles of his feet.

“For the first twenty minutes of it, maybe. Not for several months”, Charles replies and he is smiling, the curve of his lips seeping into every word. “Crystal even introduced you as my boyfriend last week.”

“I thought she was teasing me!”, Edwin shoots back, but there is no heat to his words, there couldn’t be, when Charles is looking at him like he doesn’t want to look away again.

The words startle a laugh out of Charles, who then reaches out to pull Edwin’s hands from where they have been resting against his chest, holds them tightly between his own. And suddenly Edwin’s skin feels like its thawing, like Charles’ touch is breathing air back into his lungs, is making bringing his heart back to life.

“Edwin, listen to me”, he says and there is nothing Edwin would rather do. “I made my decision months ago. I thought you knew.”

Months ago, he says, and Edwin thinks about snuggling up to Charles when they were both doing research in long, dark nights, about tangling their fingers together between their bodies while following Crystal down one of London’s long, winding streets, about Charles kissing him last night, crowding him against the door and only stopping when Edwin’s head was spinning.

It feels impossible, it feels real at the same time, and Charles is watching him with such tenderness that Edwin cannot even ask if he means it. Because Charles would never lie to him, not about something like this.

“Can you just say it?”, he asks instead, sounding breathless and overwhelmed and happy even to his own ears. “So I can believe it. Just once.”

Charles’ fingers tighten around his, and maybe that is an answer in itself, but then Charles says, “I’ll say it as often as you want to hear it.”

And he leans in, close enough that Edwin almost closes the distance and kisses him instead, stops himself just because he knows he needs to hear it, that he will have time to kiss Charles later.

“You, Edwin Payne”, Charles starts, and raises their joined hands to press his lips to Edwin’s knuckles, “are the love of my life in every possible way. And there is nothing I want more than to spend the rest of my existence at your side.”

He smiles and his eyes are so full of love, of affection, that Edwin feels like he is drowning in it, unable, unwilling to resurface. There are tears stinging in his eyes, but Edwin blinks them away, because he needs to see, needs to commit Charles’ face to memory like it is right now, his curls mussed from Edwin’s fingers, his eyes glittering in the dim light of the office.

“I love you, too”, he whispers into the sliver of space between them, hopes to fill it with everything else he wants to, will, say. “More than anything.”

Charles’ eyes light up as he leans in, makes them shine so brightly they’re almost blinding, and just before their lips brush, he whispers, “I know.” And kisses Edwin soft and sure and overwhelming, one hand letting go of Edwin’s so it can reach up and cradle his jaw instead, holding him steady, holding him close.

Edwin kisses back, and there is a moment where he thinks, please.

Only to realise, as Charles kisses his love onto his lips, that there is nothing more he could ask for.

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #dbd #edwin payne #edwin paine #charles rowland #painland #payneland #paynland #chedwin #charles x edwin #edwin x charles #i'll really miss writing this fic #so much #my boys ♥♥♥

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another-lost-mc · 2 days

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Since may 23 is a kiss day (in japan), can I get your ocs kissing hc? :3

Well isn't that a fantastic idea!

AZRA

Such a good kisser, it's actually unfair

Chaste, sweet, passionate, downright filthy - his kisses leave you breathless and wanting more

He teases with little flicks of his tongue or nips of his teeth and hopes that you'll do the same for him

Sometimes he hums into the kiss, or moans softly, or whispers sweet nothing when he pulls away far enough so you can catch your breath

You can tell when he puts his feelings into a kiss, he kisses you like he might never kiss you again; he wants you to think about him (and his mouth on yours) long after the kiss ends

ZEE

His kisses are like a claim he has on you

Even when his kisses are soft and gentle, they're still intense

His kiss tells you what he sometimes has trouble expressing with words: I missed you, I love you, I need you

He loves the way you taste but he has to be careful not to get too carried away because he doesn't want to cut you with his fangs

If he does cut you, it's by accident - but he kisses you better and maybe the taste of iron gets him more riled up than it should

He groans into his kisses and you can feel the resonating rumble in his chest when you touch him

KARASU

An unpracticed kisser at first, he's hesitant and unsure and a bit clumsy

He's grateful and so eager to practice learning how to kiss you though

He's a very reactive and vocal kisser - he gasps or moans if you touch him or tease him, he whines if the kiss ends too soon for his liking, he whimpers when he's overwhelmed and doesn't know what he wants, all he knows is he needs more

He doesn't use his tongue or his teeth except during the most passionate and needy make out sessions, or when you're in bed together - your lips alone are enough to get him worked up

TENEBRIS

In terms of skill, he's similar to Azra

He prefers slow, almost luxurious kisses - he doesn't like to rush things

He's very generous with his kisses too: a casual peck on the lips, a quick kiss on the cheek, even a brush of lips against your neck or shoulder if he's standing behind you

As much as he loves kissing you, he wants you to kiss him too; if you're willing, he'd love nothing more than to have you leave a mark (or two or three) on his neck or chest for him to admire later

BELIAL

To describe his kisses in a word? Greedy

He wants to kiss you wherever and whenever he can, and he doesn't really care who sees

(Part of him wants to keep the sight of your darkening eyes and shiny, kiss-swollen lips to himself, but the other part of him wants the whole world to see that it's him who gets to kiss you and no one else)

AHEM! Anyway, you could say that he has a thing about wanting to claim and be claimed by you - kiss him where others can see, leave marks on him which he'll gladly show off and wear with pride

His kisses can be playful as much as they can be intense and needy - he loves quick kisses that he peppers all over your face, exaggerating the little smack of his lips when he does it, just to make you laugh (it's even better if people nearby groan about how gross or sappy he is)

He loves a hot and heavy make out session too - there's nothing better than having you in his lap (or straddling yours) while he moans into your mouth and sucks on your bottom lip or tongue

METATRON

He's a surprisingly good kisser. Maybe you'd think he'd be shy or inexperienced since he doesn't talk about having many past lovers, but no - he leaves you breathless and wanting in all the right ways

His kisses can be playful and a bit teasing - even when he knows you want him to kiss you rougher, or with a bit of tongue or teeth, he draws back just to see if you'll whine or take control and kiss him the way you want to be kissed

He's a bit shy about kissing you in public with others around, but he knows all the best places in the library or Celestial Halls where he can pull you aside for some desperate kisses where no one else will find you

He can be a bit vocal - kissing turns him on a lot, and your lips muffle the little sounds he makes

He also loves when you kiss or suck marks onto his neck or chest

#jes.replies #jes.oc asks #my oc: azra #my oc: zekhan #my oc: karasu #my oc: tenebris #my oc: belial #my oc: metatron

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seishironagi2 · 2 days

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A Love Across Eras

A/n:ok, guys, I'm back for part 2 🤪 I can't believe you guys actually want more. anyway here is the link to part one if you haven't read it already. It took me too long to figure out how to link something that was embrassing💀

part one

James Sirius Potter x muggleborn!reader

word count: 780 words

"James how did you manage to send us 43 years back in time, instead of three!" you hiss at the boy while flicking his forehead. "you have to now figure out how to get us home ya big dumbass," you say rolling your eyes.

"uhm, there's more." Albus continues, his eyes never leaving the time turner as he fiddles with it. "it looks like this thing is gone. so we need to fix it first." he says pocketing the now broken time turner

James stands up and runs his hand through his dark brown hair, the stress on his evident when he takes a seat on the sofa, the remaining following sut when they sit on the chair beside them

"I have an idea, but it's gonna be risky." james says as he looks at you and Albus.

"What if we ask Uncle Remus to help?" he continues, "he's smart, and out of any of their group, he'd be the one to help us." he says as he scans our faces, looking for our reactions to his plan

"it is possible, but how are we going to convince him to help us, we're just strangers to him. I doubt if we say, 'We're 43 years from the future, and you're the father of our uncle, he'll for sure help us then'." Albus says sarcastically as he leans his head on my shoulder, tired from the travel while his eyes slowly close.

"hmm, what if we instead say We're three years from the future? and the turner stopped working, we could possibly convince him then?" I say as I grab the blanket, covering Albus while he sleeps

after first getting together with James, you made an active effort to get as close to his family as you could, hoping to fit in with them, and you did. all of his cousins and siblings consider you as a part of the family while James' parents made you call them mom and dad. Albus and Lily both considered you James' better half and were closer to you than they were to James.

"How about this - we'll very obviously have to change our name. so, James, your last name is now Walker. I'll keep my name since I'm a muggle-born and Al? your name is Alfred Walker." You say, tapping the boy softly as he hums in response.

"The real and harder question is. where do we sleep and like live? " You say as you bite your nails –a habit you picked up when you were stressed or deep in thought– James' hand grabs yours and holds it, occasionally rubbing his thumb over your hand in a comforting manner.

"Maybe the room of requirement?" he says, looking over at you.

"Remember the spell I was working on with your dad? I could probably use that, but I'd need an unused or empty room, which people wouldn't use much." you say as you look around, hoping to find an empty room

"Oh right, what even was that spell for," James asks, his hand now gently squeezing yours, trying to end those thoughts running around your mind.

"Well, that spell allowed me to make an exact copy of my house and have it with me wherever I go. I know it seems useless in retrospect, but considering who my boyfriend is. it's good to have on hand." you say, smiling with a teasing tone in my voice,grabbing his hand and kissing it.

James smirks and starts to respond when the painting of the common room suddenly slams open, causing Albus to flinch and sit up. a group of four boys enters, following a girl who seems to be angry

"Lily, it was just a joke." says the boy with the glasses as he follows her aimlessly while the rest of the boys make their way to the sofa when they spot you three.

"Who are you guys." the one with the scar says, crossing his arms around his chest as he scans you all, trying to figure out if he's seen you before

well,this is going to be harder then you guys thought.

chap two is done! I hope u guys liked it and more chapters coming out soon :) again, if you have any suggestions or tips for me, please do tell as I want to be good at this :) also, the series name is A Love Across Eras.

part three

#albus severus potter #harry potter #james potter #james sirius potter #lily evans #remus lupin #sirius black #arthur weasley #molly weasley #percy weasley #james sirius potter being stupid #cursed child #marauders era #teddy lupin #lily luna potter #rose granger weasley #hugo granger weasley

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Wherever Your World Is - Chapter 1

Fanfic Summary: A young mermaid filled with hope discovers secrets about her past and seeks to reunite with her family at many costs, getting her chance to be with the land dwellers she had grown so fascinated of. The mermaid strikes a deal with dark magic and begins her mission of becoming a human again. (A Bad Batch + Little Mermaid AU)

Chapter 1 Summary: A group of brothers remember the little sister they had lost, a sprinkle of hope igniting during a ritual of loss.

Notes: Hey friends! Back in early May, many of you had liked my idea of a Little Mermaid AU with the Bad Batch, and it is finally beginning! I can't promise weekly chapters or anything like that, so chapters will come out whenever I finish them! Thank you to @kurlyfrii for being my mutual partner throughout this project and for other mutuals always patiently listening to my ideas! I hope you all enjoy the ride this fic is in for! Read Chapter 1 below either on here or on AO3! Reblog to share!! divider by @stars-n-spice !

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Oceans hold many secrets. The waves crashed against each other while sea creatures swam freely, playing their part to survive among the actions of land dwellers. The depths of the sea were dark, hiding away all those secrets.

Tales often sprung from those oceanic secrets that became rumors and myths on land. Krakens, sea killers, aquabeasts, the sea leviathan, and even mermaids. The stories of mermaids became the most loved tale, land dwellers either visualizing them as the most beautiful kind of creatures or the most dangerous. No one knew the true pain a mermaid could suffer under the sea. Their lives were stripped away from living freely on the surface of land. If they were to shed tears, each drop would simply just carry on with the waves.

Many sea creatures able to reach the ocean’s surface happily relished the soft ocean breeze. They squealed and chirped at each other, enjoying their travels.

A large sea ship painted in the dark colors of black and red moved swiftly across the waves. A large red skull was painted on the ship’s body, the signature emblem of the royal family. Sea creatures quickly swam away from the ship’s path, watching it pass by under the water.

Sailors reigned the sails high into the air. The mast could be visible to any who would be coming nearby. The wind passed through strongly, matching the cloudy weather of the day.

“My princes.” A tall middle-aged man approached four young men positioned in the center of the ship together. “We are approaching the ritual site.”

“Thank you, Shep.” Shep Hazard bowed his head, giving the men room to prepare.

One of the men, who had a tattoo matching the view of a sniper located over his right eye, glanced over at a man standing over the ship’s edge, looking out at the horizon. “Hunter.”

Hunter looked over at his brother. “I know. I’m coming.” His brother gave him a small nod, following his other brothers towards Shep.

Hunter held his red bandana in his hand, allowing the wind to make his dark brown hair fly. He watched the waves move violently, a few small sea creatures hopping up to the surface before falling back into the water. Hunter’s mind remembered how the waves acted the first time his brothers escaped to Pabu, making a new life for themselves.

His family fought as soldiers, a batch of enhanced clones proving themselves useful in the fight. Escaping the war was a hard decision, especially when they were bred specifically to fight one. But things were taking a dark turn. Many clones were disappearing, worlds were becoming more corrupt, and trust was starting to become something nonexistent around others. The enemy was advancing much rapidly and many more lives were being lost every day.

When Hunter and his brothers found out that there was a little clone created for the purpose of destruction, it got them thinking. The clone would be raised and used as a vital weapon for the enemy’s needs once the clone had grown old enough. It was something that could not happen.

After many debates, the clones made the decision to steal the young clone away from their creators to prevent the enemy from getting their hands on the clone. Finding out the clone was a female instead of a regular male was another shock. She was genetically engineered differently and was never going to be a simple soldier thrown into a war. She was meant for much more, and the Batch was not going to let the enemy take advantage of something that could make them win.

The little unnamed female was only a year old, frail to the touch while tubes and injection needles treated her like an object. Hunter remembered holding the clone in his arms gently while they made their escape.

A female clone. Their young sister.

She was safe with them where they were heading, but that didn’t last for long. Someone had taken her away from them, and she was unable to be found for the next thirteen years. The brothers looked as hard as they could with help from others, but there was no sight of their little sister.

Today was the day she had gone missing. The little youngling was ripped away from the family’s hands one dark night on their new home island, her cries echoing in the night until they dropped dead silent. Hunter remembered crying out for his sister, but he couldn’t remember what words came out of his mouth.

A bark broke Hunter’s trance. He tied his bandana around his head, fixing his hair. A large border collie looked up at him, and she appeared to be smiling up at one of her owners. Hunter knelt to give Batcher a scratch behind her ear.

Batcher was rescued by the family when she was found to be one of many creatures being experimented on for her strength and capabilities. Batcher had helped the brothers protect themselves while escaping with their sister, and the young dog had taken a liking to one of his brothers. She always went wherever her family moved, following along and being there whenever she was needed.

Hunter looked over at his younger brothers, who were gathered near Shep. He walked to his brothers, while Batcher followed behind. Shep smiled at Hunter, handing him an exotic golden flower. His brothers also held the same flower carefully in their hands.

To remember their young sister every year on this day, the Batch performed a traditional Pabuian memorial ritual which was commonly used to remember loved ones who were lost. It was a way of blessing their loved one’s soul and honoring their life, as the flower was a symbol of protection and said to be the flowers blooming in the afterlife. The ritual was mostly done in silence to allow those who grieved loss comfort, along with some Pabuian words said to initiate the ritual.

Hunter’s tallest brother, Wrecker, looked down at his flower with a pout. He could remember their sister’s tiny laughs she would make whenever Wrecker tickled her small tummy or Batcher licked her cheek. Hunter put a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder, managing to light a small smile to comfort his brother. Wrecker smiled back. They both missed their sister dearly.

Shep began reciting words in Pabuian almost like a song, beginning the ritual. One sailor kept the ship steady while the ritual began, saying a prayer to themselves. Batcher sat on the ship’s floor, listening to Shep and watching the ritual.

This part of the ocean was said to be the most sacred near the island according to Pabu’s legends. It was often used as a spot for rituals and other traditions for generations. Today it would be used once again to remember a loved one.

The brothers walked over to the ship’s right side where Hunter stood earlier, holding the flowers carefully in both of their hands. The Batch had become fluent in Pabu’s native language over the years with the help of Tech’s studious nature. They waited for Shep to pause, listening to every word being spoken. Wrecker stood next to his older brother, Echo stood in the middle, and Tech and Crosshair stayed with each other.

Hear us, oh dear soul

May our prayers reach you

We remember your memories

Let us call to you

Watch over us with all the love we give you

Listen to our blessings

Shep came to a stop, holding his hands together and closing his eyes in prayer. The Batch began the next step of the ritual, reaching out their hands that held the flower. They closed their eyes, mentally saying a prayer for their sister’s soul. They wished for her to be safe and full of hope, wherever she may be.

Shep and a few other sailors muttered a few words in the native Pabu language as the Batch lowered their heads, finishing their prayers. They allowed their hands to become loose, the golden flowers falling out of their hands. The flowers landed on the ocean’s surface, floating away as the waves carried them. The Batch opened their eyes, watching the flowers leave their ship. They spent an extra minute in silence after the ritual was complete.

“Should we head back to land?” Shep asked. He noticed Hunter growing more drowsy. “I think you all need some rest.”

Tech adjusted his glasses, turning to Shep. “Yes, that would be adequate.”

Shep instructed the sailors to return to the island. Wrecker wiped some tears away, deeply missing their sister. She was so small and innocent. They failed to protect her. Batcher pranced over to her family, giving them some needed comfort.

The ship turned around slowly to head back to land. Hunter remained standing, resting his arms on the ship’s side. The flowers disappeared from view, heading to wherever they were meant to go.

He felt a hand touch his shoulder, looking over to meet eyes with his youngest brother, Crosshair. Hunter could see the concern in Crosshair’s eyes. Crosshair knew how painful it was for Hunter when they had lost their sister. They both didn’t utter a word, but Hunter took in the sympathy he was getting from his brother.

Crosshair let go of Hunter’s shoulders, standing next to him and leaning on Hunter’s shoulder. He used his tongue to move the toothpick in his mouth to his left side, still staying silent. He felt like using words to comfort his older brother, though he also felt it was better to remain in silence in terms of the ritual.

Hunter didn’t move. Crosshair had always performed this act of silent consolation whenever he saw Hunter needed it the most. Crosshair knew he wasn’t the best at trying to make people feel better, but he did whatever he could.

Hunter exhaled. Thirteen long years. Years spent safely away from the war. Years with his brothers. Years without his little sister.

He couldn’t help but feel that their little sister had to be out there somewhere. Alive. He didn’t even want to think about the possibility that she may be dead. Hunter and his brothers spent years searching as hard as they could, and Hunter never stopped trying while they had the chances.

It would likely take a miracle and the Force to bring back their little sister to them. Hunter spent nights secretly praying to himself and sometimes with his brothers. Wherever she may be, she would find her way home to her world.

End Notes: I know I began the fic on an emotional note, but next chapter will be more enjoyable! I hope you all like it so far, please share with others if you want, comment your thoughts, and also check it out on AO3! You all may have a lot of questions but answers will be revealed as the fic carries on and more characters come in! This is just a prologue! Can't wait to see you all next time!

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