Hey uh, guys, if people call out Hunter Demo for potentially strike skirting when doing a vague countdown that could be for Cosmic Fury's release and your response is, "But power rangers is non-union!", I need you to stop what your doing and rethink what you just said because that's not exactly a good thing to use to defend this potential strike skirting.

“Kiss me.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: eddie is having a bad day, so he looks to you for comfort.

warnings: bully!eddie, mean!eddie, slight perv!eddie mentions of smut and masturbation, mentions of eddie’s home life.

Eddie was tired, mentally and physically. Tired of his life, his friends and his fucked up family, apart from Wayne of course. He was tired of school, his band. Just tired. He was tired of living everyday pretending to be happy when he was only miserable. The trauma from his childhood was haunting him, the scars from his dad a big, nasty reminder of growing up.

The only thing that was keeping him going was you. Ironic, when it reality, you hated him. He treated you terribly. He knew it, he loved it. It was the only way he knew how to express himself. He fantasized about you, thought about how your cunt would feel with his cock penetrating inside of you, how it would feel to kiss your lips and pull your hair.

He got off treating you the way he did, being mean. He stole your things, pulled at your hair and tripped you in the halls, made fun of you in class in front of everyone. He loved to make you cry. He never once thought about having a civil conversation, asking you out on a date or just being openly friendly. He didn’t want that with you. Growing up was difficult. He learned how to express himself in different ways unlike everyone else. Wayne tried his best to raise him honorably, to respect people, especially women, and treat them right, but Eddie was complicated.

Deep, deep down, he was a good person with a good heart, he just didn’t know how to share it with anyone.

He wasn’t having a good day whatsoever. Everything was pissing him off. You were pissing him off. Your smile, your laughter. The fact you were obviously having an enjoyable day. He wanted you to be miserable like him, so he needed the chance to get you alone.

He sat in a seat in the auditorium, not participating in choir practice for the third time that week. His feet were propped up on the seat in front of him, arms crossed with tatted flesh and bracelets, clad in dark clothing. He watched you sing with your peers, chin high and that ugly pink bow that sat on the back of your head. He wanted to ruin you, and he hated that he was growing hard while watching you.

He loved your little stockings, your knee high socks and white shoes. The little bows you wore and the gold, cross necklace around your neck. You portrayed innocence, but Eddie knew better. He could practically smell the way you dripped for him.

When the bell rang and class was dismissed, Eddie stood, stalking over to you slowly and predatorily, like a hunter and it’s prey. You were left behind by your friends while you gathered your things, turning on your heel to wave goodbye to the teacher. He internally scoffed. Always such a goody-two shoes.

You gasped when you came face to face with him, left alone in the empty auditorium. Your face melted into fear, the look that he loved.

“What is it, Eddie?” You tried not to let your voice tremble. “I already gave you the homework for english.”

He shamelessly looked you over. “You seem like you’re having a good day.”

You gulped, knowing he was about to ruin it. “I am.”

He smirked. “Couldn’t help but notice you were watching me over there.”

“I was not.” You defended, adjusting the hold on your books. “I was singing.”

“Sure,” He stared at the open exposure of your chest.

“My eyes are up here.” You tapped your head, spinning on your heal to walk away.

He let you get a few feet away before stopping you again. “Don’t you have something for me?”

You stopped, shoulders dropping as your hand went to your hair. You turned to glare at him, pulling out your pink ribbon and tossing it to him. “You are so weird. What the hell do you do with those anyway?”

He watched the way your hair cascaded down your shoulders, and he looked down to the new silk ribbon he could add to his collection. He always made you give them to him.

“I like annoying you.” He smelled it before putting it in his pocket, making your face flush.

He smirked. “If it bothers you so much than stop wearing them? Ever think of that?”

You could, but that would mean you wouldn’t be getting as much attention.

“Whatever.” You brushed off. “Can I go?”

“I don’t know, can you?”

You groaned, which turned into a gasp when he grabbed your arm, yanking you toward him. “Eddie!”

He stared at you long and hard, holding you against his body firmly. Your breath was heavy, eyes fluttering rapidly as your eyes were locked.

“If I told you I wrap your sweet little ribbons around my cock, what would you say?” He whispered.

Your eyes widened, lips parting in shock.

“If I told you,” His other arm wrapped around your back, trapping you in his grip. “That I think of you scuffing your knees for me? That I get off to making you hate me? What would you say?”

Your eyes filled with tears, your heart racing and face flushing. You hated that heat rushed to your thighs.

He searched your face, looking for something, you didn’t know what. Answers, maybe? An explanation to why he felt the way he did? Why he had to grow up the way he did, experience such a horrific home life and father. Why was he falling in love with you? And why, damnit, couldn’t he tell you.

“Kiss me.” He said softer, not letting go of you.

It wasn’t an order or a demand, for once, Eddie was soft with you. It made you throb. Your eyes fluttered closed and you stood on your tip toes. You shakily placed your lips on his, giving him a delicate kiss. He imagined kissing you many times, but it was never like this. It was soft, gentle. You moved your lips with his like soft ocean currents.

When you pulled apart, he let you go slowly, releasing your arms from his tight grip. He was at a loss for words, looking down and avoiding your eyes. He felt so much. For once, he just wished he could tell you how he felt, why he did the things he did. Maybe kissing you was his way.

“Eddie-” You began to say before he cut you off.

“Don’t.” He shut his eyes, overwhelming.

But Eddie was Eddie. He was complicated, an over thinker. He made things much more difficult than they needed to be.

He looked at you, a mixture of sadness and anger taking over his features as he turned to walk away. “Just don’t.”

Hold on Kid

Dean Winchester x sister!reader

Warnings: angst, death, slight blood mention, heartbreak, let me know if I missed anything

Summary: I suck at these and if I tried, I’d probably wreck it. Hunt gone wrong is the best description I got.

Word Count: 3,999

AN: This is my first post here so be gentle. Enjoy

Life as a hunter was complicated. Naturally, you make enemies with the monsters who knew those you killed. Some wanted revenge, others hated that their kind was killed. Then, there was being a hunter and a Winchester at the same time. Not only do you make normal enemies like all the other hunters, but you make enemies simply because of your last name.

I was the baby of the Winchester family, being nearly six years younger than Sam and almost a decade younger than Dean. After the fire at their home, John took his boys on a journey across the country to hunt down the monster that killed his wife and left him and his boys without a home. He met my mom five years later and after nine months, I joined the family, only for my mother to vanish one night. John had taken me on the road with them after she disappeared, often leaving me with Bobby while he took my older brothers to hunt the simpler cases.

Despite the age difference and the fact that we were “half” siblings, my brothers were the best people in the entire world. Sam and Dean treated me no differently than how they treated each other. I was let in on jokes and taken to diners and bars with them once I was old enough to drive, often driving a drunk Dean and a tipsy Sam back to our motel for the night.

They taught me to hunt the right way. Started me off on simple cases with plenty of back up, making sure I did all the research necessary and never went anywhere alone until they were sure I was capable of taking care of nearly every monster in the book. I was comfortable fighting off nearly any monster, all but djinns.

Those creatures scared the hell out of me. I knew that Sam and Dean had faced enough of them in the past, but I was still fairly new around them and the cases involving them. The fact that they strung up their victims and essentially trapped them in their own minds was horrifying to me, and I’ve taken heads clean off vamp’s bodies.

So, when a case came up that practically screamed djinn, the boys double checked with me every hour, asking if I was ok and still good to attack once the sun went down.

“Guys, I’ll be fine. They just creep me out.” I tried calming my worried brothers. “I can manage it.”

“We never doubted you on handling it.” Sam defended gently, cleaning his gun at the table of our motel room. “We just want to make sure you’re comfortable. We don’t want anything happening to you.”

“I mean, come on kid, we just want you to be safe. I know how much these things freak you out.” Dean added to the conversation from his laid-back spot on his bed.

I sent both brothers a soft glare. “And I appreciate that. But I’ll be fine.”

_____

Flash forward to a few hours later, I was sprawled out on the top floor of the large, abandoned barn, metal rebar sticking out of my stomach and my brothers firing shots down on the floor below me. We had been wrong on our intel, it was more than just one djinn, a whole family of six popping out of the shadows when we burst in. One of the younger women had caught me by surprise, nearing stringing me up but ended with a magazine of rounds to the head.

“Dean.” I tried calling out for my oldest brother, attempting to drag myself closer to the stairs so he’d be able to hear me over the fight. “Sammy.”

Neither of my brothers were answering, my head leaning back to rest against the floor as I took in a few deep breaths. My hands shook as I placed them around the metal, making sure to not move it but add enough pressure to the surrounding skin to help stop the flow of blood. I had been taught that keeping the object in could potentially save your life, especially if it were holding an artery closed.

With neither of my big brothers answering my desperate pleas for help, I resulted in closing my eyes and praying to the angel who kept tabs on us. “Castiel.” I spoke his full name. “Dean and Sammy can’t hear me. I need help. I think I’m dying Cas.” Tears gathered in my eyes as I spoke to the angel who had become a best friend over the years. “Please, I’m so scared Cas.” No answer came from the angel, but he was busy with heavenly issues that us hunters would never know of.

After a few more strangled calls to my brothers, heavy boots finally began climbing the stairs. “Hey kid, did you manage to take them…” Dean’s voice cut off abruptly when my eyes met his. “Kid. Sammy!” Dean practically growled down the stairs, rushing the last few steps and coming to a stop beside me. “Hey, kid, you ok? What happened?”

“She didn’t like my jokes.” I tried lightening the mood as Dean pushed my hands away to take in the damage. “Everyone likes my jokes.” Dean set his blade down on the floor beside me, yanking both his jacket and his flannel off, quickly balling the shirt material and pressing it down around the metal.

A pained scream ripped through my throat at the pressure, white hot pain exploding in my stomach. “I know, kid, but we gotta keep the pressure. You’re doing great.” He turned over his shoulder. “Sammy!” His green eyes met mine then, the fear and anger flooding the bright colors that always brought me comfort. “You keep those eyes on me kid, you hear me? Keep lookin’ at me.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off him even if I wanted to. Sure, Sam and Dean were my brothers, but they practically raised me when John was out hunting. Sam was the overprotective big brother in every sense of the term. He walked me to and from classes, dropped me off for any projects that needed to be done and practically ran background checks on all of my friends at school.

Dean, he was protective but in a whole other way. While Sam took on that big brother role, Dean was basically the father I wanted. He made sure I got to do kid stuff, pulled me from school to play hooky, sat with me after bad dreams, played with me as a kid, and sat with me for my first heart break. He was the one that taught me to drive, to hunt, and to live however I wanted. I could get away with absolutely anything with Dean since all he ever wanted for me was to grow up happy and loved.

So, staring up into Dean’s eyes as blood soaked into my shirt and coated his hands, I knew I was going to be safe, no matter the outcome of this injury. Dean would take care of me until the day I stopped breathing, he had just hoped that it would be a long time after he had gone.

“Hold on kid, Sam’s coming. He’s got what we need. You just hold on.” His eyes were fogged over with tears, and he aggressively rubbed them into his shoulders to clear his vision. “Kid, talk to me. I gotta hear you talk.”

“I love you.” I managed to get out, though I wasn’t sure he heard much of it. My hands had stopped shaking and a coldness was seeping into my skin as I watched Dean’s eyes widen ever so slightly.

“No, kid you gotta say something else. OK? That can’t be all you got for me.” His left hand moved from the wound and gently brushed some hair back out of my face. “You gotta tell me this joke that the bitch on the floor didn’t laugh at. I’m sure it was your best.”

The world was becoming foggy the longer I stared into the green eyes that always brought me comfort. They mixed into the slight green tint the ceiling had from years of neglect and abuse from the weather. Dean, my big brother, who was always there for me when I needed, who would drive all day and all night just to get to me after a fight with John or Bobby about hunting. The brother who literally went through hell to save Sammy and negotiated with a witch for my life. The father I always needed and wanted in my life.

The pain in my stomach had gone numb and my hands had pretty much stopped moving all together as I watched Dean scream for Sam yet again. “Come on kid, just a little longer. You hold on a little longer kid, I got you. Dean’s got you kid.” That nickname was something he only ever used for me. It was his term of endearment to the little girl he raised. “Talk to me, please.” The last word was a heart shattering plead that helped focus my eyes for one final moment.

“I love you dad.” The line slipped from my lips half a second before my eyes got too heavy to keep open any longer and the world faded into back.

_____

Dean’s sure he never cried so hard in his life. He had lost so many people throughout his life that he was pretty used to hearing news of someones passing. But watching the color leave his baby sister’s skin, watch the light drain from her eyes, and listen to those Earth-shattering words fall from her lips as she bled out into his hands sealed it for him. He had just lost his world, his little sister that he had raised practically since she was born; he just lost his little girl.

Sam came clomping up the stairs as quick as his long legs could carry him, just not quick enough. He swore his heart stopped in his chest when he found his older brother crouched over his younger sister, blood coating the floors, and sobs racking Dean’s chest. Sam’s chest felt like someone sent a fist straight through his ribs, ripping his lungs out in the process. His knees hit the floor a few feet from where Dean was crouched over, eyes locked on his older brother’s back.

Dead’s head came to rest against his sisters, near silent pleas to wake up falling from his lips as tears dripped from his eyes. Prayers to Castiel or any angel listening following. The oldest Winchester had told himself that he would never beg for anything, never allow someone to have that kind of control over himself, but here he was, begging to the body of his little girl and to any angel listening to let her wake up, to let her live and take him instead.

The soft, unmistakable sound of fluttering wings caught both Winchester boy’s attention enough for them to turn. There stood Castiel, with his big brother Gabriel at his side, watching the young girl on the ground continue to bleed, though much slower now, through the shirt of her oldest brother.

“Cas.” Dean had locked eyes on his favorite angel. “Please, there’s gotta be something you can do.” Castiel swears he’s never heard Dean Winchester sound this broken before, never heard him plead this softly. “I can’t lose her. I can’t lose my kid.” Another wave of tears fought its way up through Dean’s chest, nearly choking him on the sobs coming from his body.

Gabriel was at a loss for words. Never had he been around the Winchester boys and not get a snappy comment or crude joke thrown his way, but here he was, looking down at two very broken Winchesters. Gabriel could sense the pain and worry coming from his brother, knowing that the younger angel couldn’t do anything for the Winchester girl. Cas had only barely begun to learn how to pull someone back when they were in the veil and looking down on themselves, not quite taken by the reapers yet. So, with the flutter of his wings, Gabriel went off to do the one thing he knew could help the two brothers.

_____

The pain in my chest was unbearable as I watched Dean cry, his hands not leaving my wound, his voice faintly pleading for me to come back to him.

“I tried to stay with you Dean. I’m so sorry I couldn’t.” My voice was barely even a whisper as I tried to hold in my tears. Sam was knelt down a few feet back from Dean, tears staining his cheeks and making his hair stick to his face. “I’m so sorry Sammy.”

Everything around me seemed to move in slow motion. Sounds muddled together and lights seemed to blur the picture before me, but that all too familiar sound of flapping wings would grab my attention any day. I turned away from my sobbing brothers to face the Archangel Gabriel himself.

“Gabe?” A crack snuck its way into my words. “Is that really you?”

“Hey there sweetness.” He winked, arms crossing over his chest. “I thought I told you to stay breathing last I left.”

I nodded, instantly running over to him. His arms opened enough for me to slot myself against his chest, tears leaking onto his shirt. His hands came to rest on me, one against my back and one in my hair, pulling me closer to his body. “What happens now?” I questioned the angel as I held tighter to his waist.

“Well, we can hang here and wait for the reaper to come take you up to heaven, or…” I cut him off before he could continue.

“Or you can take me?” I questioned; my eyes now turned to get what I thought would be the last glimpses of my brothers.

Gabriel pulled back, hands on my shoulders to get me to look at him. “Haven’t I told you to let me finish before you jump to conclusions?” I nodded against his chest and waited for him to continue. “Or I could take you back to your brothers. Let you live a little longer.”

Everything in me froze, not believing what he said to be true. “You can do that? Bring me back?” His honey-colored eyes were already looking down at me when I turned to face him. “I can go back to them?”

He simply nodded to me. “As long as you promise to keep breathing for me.” I was nodding almost instantly to his request.

“Please. Please take me back.”

_____

The whole building grew silent after Gabriel had been gone for well over an hour. Sam sat staring at the back of his brother, waiting for Dean to do something. Dean had gone still moments after the archangel vanished, hoping with all his will that a miracle would happen.

The oldest Winchester had resorted to cleaning up his little sister as best he could, pulling the metal from her body and throwing it far, far away. The bloodied shirt had been tossed out of the way as well, her shirt and jacket now covering the fatal wound on her stomach in a way to make it seem like she was just sleeping. Dean’s fingers trailed softly over her head, pushing hair from her face, and trying to memorize everything he could about the young girl before they gave her a proper hunters funeral.

Castiel had yet to move since his older brother vanished, staying still as if he were carved from stone as he watched over the two Winchester men. He listened to every sound coming near the building for a ten-mile radius, making sure nothing tried sneaking up on the two while their world crumbled around them. He had wished he heard your prayer earlier, gotten back down to Earth faster, maybe then you would still be alive and sitting with your brothers, rather than coated in blood and ghostly pale.

The flap of wings pulled Castiel and Sam from their states of grief, watching a small smile flicker across the archangel’s face. Sam had half a mind to scream at the angel before movement caught his eye.

The blood soaking the floor around the body of the youngest Winchester slowly started to vanish, seemingly seeping back into the wound on her stomach. Then color began to return to her skin, slowly transforming it from a deathly grey back to her natural pigments.

It took a moment longer for Dean to notice the changes, having been so absorbed in caring for the body of his little girl. Once his eyes noticed the changes, his hands backed up from her, almost like she caught on fire. Both Winchester brothers scrambled to their feet, backing away from the girl who was laying so still seconds before.

With one last beat of silence, the wound on her stomach closed fully and her chest heaved with a huge breath of air.

_____

The world came back dramatically. All of a sudden, I could hear the soft drops of water from the ceiling again, feel the coldness of the hard floor below me and smell the horrible damp concrete of the walls to my right. Then my eyes fluttered open, and I could see the ugly ceiling that was decaying from years of abandonment again.

My brain raced as I tried to remember what happened. The hunt, a djinn, the metal rebar, Gabriel pulled me back. I died and Gabriel brought me back. Sam and Dean, they watched me bleed out on the floor of a hunt, watched me die on a hunt they knew I was already nervous for. Dean, he had been with me, he held my hand as the pain vanished and the world fell into silence. He had been with me as I died.

My lungs pulled in one of the deepest breaths I’ve ever taken, causing me to turn and cough loudly as I took the chance to breath more air in. My brain raced as it figured out how to work again, after moments of rest and complete silence it was working to catch back up on what was going on, and the only thing it seemed to think of was…

“Dad.” The word fell from my mouth before I could even process what was going on. Then suddenly I was being hauled up to my knees and crushed into the tightest hug ever given. Everything about the person was familiar, the way the arms wrapped themselves protectively around my shoulders, hand placed to the back of my head. The soft fabric of the green jacket wrapped around shoulders, and the scent of the hunt along with something so specifically Dean. I was wrapped in the arms of my oldest brother, wrapped up and secured in his embrace, protected from anything the world could throw at us.

His chest heaved with sobs, mumbles of my name and ‘kid’ falling from his lips. “I got you; I got you kid. I’m here. You’re ok.” The words fell from his lips in a jumbled mess, falling together in a mess of letters.

“Dean.” My words came out quietly as I hugged him back with everything I had in me. I clutched onto him as my own tears fell, coating my cheeks and making stains on his shirt as I pressed my face to his chest.  Feet scrambled on the floor beside us and before I knew it, Sam was crushing me and Dean in the tightest hug he could manage. “Sammy.” I adjusted one arm to be able to hold onto both my brothers, all three of us a crying mess.

It took the three of us nearly a half hour to calm down enough to stand and face the angels. Sam had stepped a few inches away, wiping his cheeks with the backs of his hands as he turned to speak to Gabriel. “I don’t even know what to say.” His words were barely strung together as he glanced back at me.

While Sam had stepped a few inches back, Dean had yet to let me go. His arm had yet to fall from my shoulders and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t let me go for the next few hours, though I wasn’t going to complain. I had turned into Dean’s side, keeping my arms around his waist and my head leaned into his shoulder, tears still damp on my cheeks.

“Thank you, Gabriel.” I looked at the angel who pulled me back. “I can’t even begin to tell you how thankful I am.” Dean’s arm tightened around my shoulders, pulling me just a bit closer to his side.

“She’s right.” Dean’s voice was deeper than usual after all the crying over the last hours. “Thank you.” Sam agreed with his brother, going over to hug Gabriel tightly.

Cas stepped a bit closer, his hand coming to rest on my cheek. “I’m glad you’re alright. The area around is clear, you’ll be safe heading back to the bunker. We will keep watch over your drive.” And suddenly, the two angels were gone with a soft flap of wings.

“Sammy, can you get the car started and give us a sec?” Dean asked his little brother, holding tighter to me if possible. Sam gave a soft nod, pressed a kiss to my head and went down to wait in the car.

Once he was gone, Dean turned sharply to me. “I’m so glad you’re ok, kid. You can’t ever do that to me again.”

Dean’s hands rested gently on my cheeks, thumbs wiping away the drying tears from my skin. “I never wanted to leave you. I tried so hard to stay with you Dean. I really did.” New tears dripped from my eyes as I looked up at my oldest brother.

“I know you did, kid. I know.” I was pulled back into his chest, his hands rubbing into my back as I cried into his shirt again. “I got you now. I’ll never let that happen again, ok? I won’t ever let anyone put their hands on my little girl again.” My fingers twisted into the back of his shirt as he soothed me, helping me calm down and relax again. “So, can I ask about the dad comment?”

A soft laugh blew through my nose. “Yeah, you can.” I pulled back to look up into the green eyes that always brought me comfort. “John was never really there for me. You know?” He nodded softly at me. “I mean, you took me to my first day of school, you taught me to drive, you were the one who was always there for me.” My voice trailed off towards the end as I watched his face slowly stiffen into an emotion I couldn’t read. “Sorry, I’ve just always seen you that way, I guess it just slipped out today.”

“Kid, I’m not mad, or anything like that.” He gently brushed a few fingers through my hair. “I’ve always seen you as my little girl. I know I was there more than dad was. I know he barely had anything to do with you. There’s nothing I want more than to be your dad, even if you just call me Dean, that doesn’t matter.” He took a deep breath. “I want to be the one you call when you need help or come to when you’re scared. I know you’re not exactly a kid anymore, but just know that I’ll always be there for you. You’re my kid.”

I didn’t even answer, just lunging forward and wrapping him back in a tight hug. “I love you, dad.”

His hands held my head to his chest tightly, a kiss being pressed down into my hair as we held onto each other. “I love you too, kid. Don’t you ever forget that.”

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The Creature Amidst the Nighttime Blooms

@duoatomica @useless-moss new au again:) or well.. older au transferred into a new thing

Setting: Modern w/Magic and Dragons

Time frame: Towards the end of Race to the Edge Season Five.

AGES:

Viggo Grimborn: 32

Krogan: 27

Johann: 54

Stoick: 55

Hiccup and the Dragon Riders (Minus Ruff and Tuff): 19

Ruffnut and Tuffnut: 18

Lore Dump. Might work on it more later.

Krogan got bitten by a lycanwing, and he never really… knew that was what happened. And he’s woken up recently in places that are completely unfamiliar to him, oftentimes returning to the dragon hunters to find out that the ships had been ransacked and destroyed by… something. He doesn’t know what happened but he finds that people are getting suspicious and he has huge gaps in his memory whenever this has been happening. Both since he goes missing whenever the attacks happen and whatnot.

It is actually Viggo who captured the “beast” aka… Krogan, and he’s horrified because that is NOT Krogan in control when he is a lycanwing. (Explanation of why Krogan is not in control: Due to Krogan’s PTSD, Whenever he shifts his mind gets sent into a defensive sort of Psychosis that causes him to rely more on base instincts and the need to defend himself from the dragon hunters, let alone them finding out about his little “secret” which would most likely end up with him getting taken in and further enslaved due to the nature of the Dragon Hunters themselves and because of how Rare lycanwings are. Krogan has no memory of ANYTHING that happens during this change.)

After being netted by Viggo, Krogan manages to escape, somewhere into the depths of the city of New York, which, of course, it is the middle of winter. It is cold, and therefore, he wakes up in a heap of trash the next morning, extremely dazed and confused about where he is and what happened. He is cold, covered in a light dusting of snow, and most of all, naked. Which ends up with him getting taken in by the police for indecent exposure, and no matter how much he tries to plead about the fact that he has no idea where he is, let alone what is happening, they don’t listen.

But at least h has a pair of clothes on his back while he is temporarily held on the charges.

Krogan ends up vomiting in the middle of his mugshot being taken.

Stoick Haddock, the police chief, personally comes to visit Krogan, understanding that this is, in fact the father of the leader of the group of Dragon Riders that he and the other dragon hunters have been fighting. During interrogation, Stoick drops the hint that he Knows that Krogan would probably not be the type to just randdomly run around with no clothes in the middle of the city, considering despite the fact that Krogan is, in fact a man with dignity.

Krogan doesn’t mind the jab, but he does come free with the fact that he feels like he’s going crazy and that everyone seems to be staring at him weird lately for some reason and he doesn’t understand why except for the fact that whenever he wakes up in really weird locations and comes back parts of the dragon hunters fleets have been destroyed or are on fire and he never has any clothes, either. He’s not a convict he isn’t doing it on purpose he doesn’t understand what’s happening, just that it’s been going on for over three months and before that he was having horrible issues with his eating habits and growing more and more moody and he is just absolutely terrified of what is wrong with him, even if the other symptoms have seemed to have gone away.

Of course Stoick is no medical professional, however Krogan’s frantic nature is, concerning, to say the least, especially with the state Krogan is in- beaten black and blue with a black eye and a seemingly sprained wrist and ankle. The last two Injuries were ones that wouldn’t… exactly line up with getting robbed. During the interrogation Krogan also complained about the fact that his back hurts, which, allows Stoick to begrudgingly put him in the ICU of the prison, under heavy lock and key to make sure he doesn’t escape.

The medical team finds that Krogan does, in fact, have some issues, as underneath his prison uniform, there was bullets splashed across the small of his back, still half imbedded in his skin that had some sort of odd, powdery substance in them with a greenish hue to it. Upon further analysis by the criminal investigators it turns out to be dragon root, which has been banned in the usage of Dragon Hunter for about thirty years at this point, meaning it could only trace back to Johann and his band of thugs, including Viggo.

Stoick returns to the infirmary, shoes Krogan the bullets and asks him if he would know why Zhis own people would shoot him with tranquilizer bullets, especially one meant for a dragon, considering their caliber, they would have went right through him if he were a mere man and most likely killed him.

Krogan just looks at the bullets in mild shock, but he does state that he doesn’t understand why he would have gotten shot at in the first place. He doesn’t remember getting shot, either, but the x-ray scans that show the bullets in him do little to ease his suspicion. Krogan mentions the fact that those bullets are typically used on dragons that are over 1,000 ponds due to the amount of dragon root in them. And according to his health test when taken into custody he only weighs 390. That amount of dragon root should have killed him, and would also explain why he felt so weak and out of it.

Stoick decides to ask Hiccup if he can tap into the hunter’s lines considering his excellent ability with tech and finds the fact that the dragon hunters are talking about “Krogan betraying them” and him being some “huge draconic creature that has been tearing apart their ships.”

Of course, when questioned with a lie detector, Krogan passes it completely fine about having no memory of the destruction of the ships, and the distress it caused with him being considered both “AWOL and a traitor.” Because he doesn’t remember anything.

Stoick thanks Krogan for being so cooperative, and Krogan is brought back to the infirmary

Hiccup has began to grow curious of what is happening and shows up. At this point it has been about a week since the incident, and Hiccup suggests possibly going back to grab the trash that Krogan had been found laying on, in case of dna evidence or blood evidence. Stoick sends some deputies to do that, and then adds onto Krogan’s plan to ask him for a cheek swab.

DNA Sequencing is fine. There was blood from Krogan himself found on the newspaper and other trash, and some of the bags had been rifled through and things had been… eaten. Which could explain why he puked everywhere. Odd, as the one of the other deputies asks Krogan if he remembers eating any of the garbage at all, and despite how embarrassed he seems to get, it is a very quiet no

That night, there is a disturbance in the infirmary, specifically in Krogan’s room. He doesn’t escape, of course, but the cameras catch everything, the change, the descent, and the night fury-esque man that temporarily takes Krogan’s place. Besides the fact that he broke out of his handcuffs, the creature does not show any signs of aggression towards officers or anyone else. Though the beast was entirely animalistic.

Once about 4am hits and containment is successful, Krogan shifts back, and is not only unconscious, but bleeding. He’d been bleeding slowly during his time shifted, but he had torn his wounds open again- even larger this time- when shifting back.

He is unconscious for about three or four hours after changing back, and by that time he has been refitted with a simple hospital gown and some fresh sheets while his room is cleaned. His wounds are patched first.

Stoick doesn’t overwhelm him with the news, Krogan already knows, and is pushed to the edge of his wits that it happened again, and the camera footage on top of that. Blood tests have come back, and Stoick confirms that Krogan is, in fact, a lycanwing, which is both a good thing, and a bad thing. Everything that happened with the dragon hunters did actually happen, however he has a severe hormonal imbalance that is causing his shifting to be out of control.

And then Viggo shows up, hearing the news that Krogan has been arrested for something as simply and silly as Indecent Exposure. Something is wrong, and he wants to know where Krogan is.

Can you do one about reader having a hard time breaking off ties with a toxic friend and how the bad batchers help with that? Love your writing 💖

The Bad Batch x Reader HC - Get Rid Of A Toxic Friend

Warnings: Possible Hurt and Angst

Protective Batch

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Hunter

He is very attentive. Hunter probably realized before you how toxic this friendship is. Unbalanced and draining. You're always on the short end of the stick and being taken advantage of. He hates that. Hunter is the one who points out that this "friendship" is not good for you.

It doesn't matter why you might not get rid of this friend. Whether this friend is clingy and won't leave you alone or you can't quite detach. Hunter is there to support you. He has your back and makes sure you can let go without being overwhelmed by the loss.

He is not only a loving partner, but also a very valuable, attentive friend.

If this person has the audacity to continue to harass you, Hunter will deal with it thoroughly. This jerk in your life is not going to show up again anytime soon.

Echo

He actually tries to see the good in people most of the time. However, at the same time he is a skeptic and always a bit cautious. Echo has already experienced a lot in different respects. In fact, he is skeptical and critical from the beginning when it comes to this one friend of yours.

"A friend doesn't just get in touch when they need something, Cyare," Echo says with conviction, adding, "This person always seems to expect and demand things from you. You don't do anything else with each other. Don't let them take advantage of you."

He's right, and you've noticed that too. No matter if you want to get rid of this "friend" immediately or if you want to have a clarifying talk first, you can rely on Echo to support you. He is your shoulder to cry on, the one with the best advice and the one who will defend you fierily at any time, no matter against whom.

Wrecker

You've been struggling with this one friendship for a while. Wrecker doesn't mince words, no matter what it's about.

"I don't like that person. They try to use you, every chance they get. And their stupid jokes are always at your expense"

"I know, I've noticed that too".

Wrecker sighs softly and says, "Then this person is not a friend. Cancel the meeting tonight. I can tell by looking at you that you don't want to go."

You don't have to worry about being harassed or attacked. No matter what this former friend comes up with, Wrecker is like a force of nature when it comes to protecting you, no matter how or why. He will not let anything happen to you or let anyone harass you in any way.

Tech

It sometimes seems as if he is so absorbed in his own thoughts and in his own world that he may not notice some interpersonal things. That's not true, don't be deceived. Tech knows exactly how shitty this one particular friend is treating you.

He's been watching this for a little while to see if you want to or can do something about it yourself. Tech is always willing to help but he's held back so far because he doesn't want to patronize you. He tends to do just that sometimes, unintentionally.

Tech approaches you carefully on the subject, but in his matter-of-fact way. When he hears how unhappy you are with the circumstances of this friendship, he takes the time to discuss the matter with you. Tech will work with you to find a solution, and it is not a problem for him to stay with you, or at least close by, when you end the friendship. You can be sure that he will intervene if things get ugly, no matter in what way.

Crosshair

You probably won't even get the chance to properly deal with the problem of the toxic friend. As soon as Crosshair even begins to realize that this so-called friend is an idiot, he will make sure without asking that he leaves and never shows up again.

Crosshair has no patience for such things and people. Especially not when it comes to you. There will be no long discussions, no back and forth. Crosshair sees this as a protection service, a love service, and a relief for himself. One less negative thing in your environment for him to worry about. At some point, said person just doesn't show up.

"I wonder what happened to them. Can't find them anywhere"

Crosshair will shrug and say, "Who cares? Was a shithead anyway"

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I'm not sure if this is a good idea but can I please ask for a platonic yandere giyuu

With a kianna komori reader

Where he visits the butterfly mansion to talk to shinobu about an upcoming mission but before he can do that he notices a little girl being rushed to shinobu covered in Blood and injuries and he doesn't think much of her at first but over time when he starts to visit her the little girl and she starts opening up to him about her past he grows attached to her and decides to adopt her as his daughter

She is an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and sorry if this is too detailed and you don't have to take this request if you don't want to

Hello! Is not really a problem, but i'm not used to work with ocs, but i can make a Reader with tour oc Information(if thats ok!).

Plus, My first yandere Request! So, sorry if is a little OOC

PLATONIC!YANDERE!GIYUU TOMIOKA X KOMORI READER

This is also kind of based on this fic from the Oc https://www.tumblr.com/chri-chris-chan/722751219324551168/blades-of-pain-yandere-platonic-uzui-tengen?source=share

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: Female(oc from @nunezs-stuff )

Warnings: YANDERE THEMES, Murder, the church sucks, trauma, Tomioka Backstory, unhealty mindset, i think is all.

(as you say), at first Giyuu didn't think much about you, it was more like a mental note to ask Shinobu what happen to You when he saw her AFTER doing the mission.

However, when Shinobu told him how they found you, bloodied, with several low-ranking demons dead,no lie, he was intrigued.

So, when they come back, he ask Shinobu yo see You.

Shinobu scoffed (as expected) but when she saw that he was serious, she told him that he didn't think it was a good idea, since you seemed very distrustful (and traumatized).

although it seems that it only encourages Tomioka more to try to talk to you(yo Shinobu surpise).

So, when he came to visit you and you already welcomed him like a wildcat, he wasn't very surprised. I mean, yeah, he knew it would be hard, but he didn't think it was that hard. Even so, he did not let himself be daunted.

He introduced himself as a workmate of Shinobu, who wanted to know what happened and how it happened "to report it" when actually he want to make You fell Better with him.

Still somewhat discreet, you told him how some demons got into the church where you lived, how they attacked the Catholics and you had no other option but to defend yourself when the low-ranking hunters who arrived couldn't handle them.

This (lowkey) left him quite impressed, but he didn't say much about it, in fact he didn't speak almost anything while you were talking, he just looked and from time to time nodded, he was giving you a bad feeling, Like, VERY BAD.

or that was until you inadvertently blurted out something related to your sister, you didn't even realize it, it was just something in the heat of the moment, but it was enough to get his attention and he asked you about it. Now, you weren't one to open up to strangers, but, hell, it's been so long and it's already been a traumatic week, and you might never see this man again in your life, so fuck it, You NEED to trow up.

So you told him, you used to HAD a sister, she was a sweet, gentle girl, but very gullible, and the Catholics obviously took advantage of her. That was why the demons were there in the first place, every once in a while they cried out for a sacrifice, young girls, and your sister was the "lucky one" to die like cattle to appease them.

The same people to whom she dedicated her life were the same to whom she was ordered to kill. leaving you alone.

At this point you are crying with rage while Giyuu reflects, they have a lot in common, more than you probably think. he puts an awkward hand on your shoulder to comfort you, you think about smacking him, but…you're so tired now, and it feels genuine in a way, real.

After that, Giyuu visited you almost every time he could until you got back to health. when he "couldn't" in reality it was that he simply visited you at night after a very long mission or something like that, normally you were asleep so he just looked at you for a while, seeing how peaceful you werepretty creepy

Also with the visits he began to open up a little more each time, sometimes talking about his training with Urokodaki, other times about the other Hashiras, and he even got to talk about his sister. Needless to say, you empathized a lot.

Since you really had nowhere to go once you recovered, you thought about asking Shinobu to stay in the Butterfly State as a nurse (since you obviously didn't want to go back to the people of the church), which while it didn't show, it annoyed Giyuu. He didn't know exactly why, it just didn't seem right that you were surrounded by guys from the organization.

then an idea occurred to him, he went directly to Shinobu to ask her if you could stay with him for "an indefinite time" until you decided what to do.

Shinobu scoffed a bit (obviously) but actually thought he might get a good idea, seeing as they both seemed so close and that Tomioka maybe even could became more sociable(big mistake).

Imagine your surprise when Giyuu came the day before you were discharged and told you that you were going to live with him, it was quite a surprise and, why lie, at first it could be confused a little with pity.

pity? because? Well, because when you wanted more information about what happened in your village, you discovered that apparently all the members of the church where you lived had been killed, apparently by demons.

""apparently"" my ass, he did it.

You know, even if you weren't going to go with them in the first place, you didn't want to leave the 'unfortunate soul' image for Giyuu, for anyone in general.

but he assured you that the reason he wanted you to go live with him was because for the first time in a long time he felt a connection with someone (platonically), who wanted you to give him the opportunity to give you the home you deserved and that I would have liked to have at the time, that he wanted to love You the way you deserve, even if he don't feel worthy, he wants to try.

That Even more than all the people i'm your life has done.

You were so shocked that you accept the offer with virtually no hesitation.

and you definitely didn't notice the red flags from there. It's just in Giyuu's nature, it's almost imperceptible.

things like his clinginess are justified by all the trauma he's been through and experienced throughout his life, you're not going to be ungrateful for everything he's done for you and turn down a few hugs(aside note: You DONT HAVE to give hugs to NO ONE if YOU DON'T WANT TO, this is just fiction).

He's not the most controlling, but he's definitely one for the stalker. If you are out with a friend or acquaintance, they are hanging around or in the crowd. I think that in the same way I would not accept any suitor unless it is Tanjiro or even one of the Hashiras like Rengoku, but apart from that I see your possibilities for love quite null, he will scare them.

He has definitely killed more people than the church, anyone who could be considered a possible threat to your relationship with him (some distant relative who wants to take care of you, some ""problematic"" friend, etc). even if they were important people to you, they would just stay by your side comforting you, secretly happy about this new level of closeness.

But if you somehow found out-oh god. he is panicking. He doesn't want to have to keep you with him by force, but if you don't leave him a choice, I'm sorry honey, you won't leave the house.

It's still a weird scenario, Giyuu covers his tracks well, and honestly, after all you've been through, to the people you've lost (even if some of those people were lost because of HIM) would you really care if he did? would you find out? You are already here, you are at peace, you have a good life, what else?

Whatever scenario you choose, Tomioka will not disappear from your life in the short term, it only remains to see what time prepares for You two....

🤎THE STOLL BROTHERS AND NICO💀

•While i gather my thoughts on my o au

Here is my brainrot babbles on the Stoll brothers and Nico di angelo

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You cant tell me the fact that Connor and Travis Stoll see Nico di angelo as Their Emo little brother- is a lie

They knew him when all he could Talk about was MythoMagic, Pirates, His Sister, and how cool he thought Percy was.

They knew The little 10-year-old camper that was unclaimed in the Hermes Cabin, Who asked a-million questions a minute, and still had so much wonder in his eyes.

They where there, When Bianca join the hunters and nico cried about being alone for the first time.

When The nightmares of Bianca’s death was all he could dream of for weeks, while she was away on quests.

Connor and Travis where there taking turns Staying with Nico while he cried. Trying their Best to Comfort him that it’s would be okay. The hopefully it would be okay.

They try to cheer him up with jokes, or with stories about camp and their pranks, playing card games like poker (only cause they sucked at mythomagic)

They probably caught themselves thinking about him in between managing The Hermes cabin.

Especially after he ran from camp.

Knowing how painful it is to loose a sibling- and can only imagine if it had been the one closest too then.

Connor and Travis probably blamed themselves for not looking for him when he left- even if it’s cause they had responsibilities at camp.

They probably prayed to  Hermes to grant Nico safe travels at least once or twice, he was just a little kid, child of hades or not.

Even if they were a bit anxious seeing nico again after the wars, and seeing just how powerful that little kid they once knew turned out to be.

They’re also a bit sad that it probably took a lot scars for him to get there.

So when Nico decides to stay at camp-halfbloods

Connor and Travis see how other campers are still wary of nico / ‘freaked out’ by him- maybe even talk about him bad, they don’t let it slide especially since it was thats what caused nico to leave after the first war.

Sure it’s not up front at first , more like pranks of people who say anything particularly nasty.

Maybe even, causal defending “he’s just a kid like everyone else at camp” to Scolding some of their siblings for saying anything carelessly.

They make small effort to always so hi to Nico, especially at first. (they still feel a bit of guilt for not looking for him when he ran away)

They try to engage in conversation, even if it’s small like a message from the big house, (even if nico finds it awkward and doesn’t understand why the stolls do this)

Nico Through all of it was confused and tired to ignore them at first- But well that only works so well for so long. Not to mention the Stoll’s are presistent.

They also have taken nico aside (independentantly of eachother). And apologized for not running after him when he ran away. and that they hope Nico could still confide in them. like when he was younger

And he might’ve reluctantly taken them up on the offer once or twice.

(If anyone wants to know the details let me know)

When Nico starts to come to camp activities and The stoll brothers work up to Teasing Nico in The way only big brothers can.

it never goes to far, and It’s always met with Nico’s eye roll- or a groan, and when he gets more comfortable a invisible smile, or a comeback.

it takes a while, but nico starts to reluctantly see them as Older brothers.

A Weird and Wonderful Fruit

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Pairing: Galadriel/Haleth/Melian

Summary: Haleth was told to stay out of the woods of Doriath. Haleth decided not to listen. Haleth finds herself in strange positions in the darkness of the woods... Rated E!

De-anon from this kink meme prompt

My headcanon for Haleth’s body type is like this.

AO3 | Pillowfort

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           King Thingol and Queen Melian had told her to stay out of the woods of Doriath. Nominally, Haleth recognized a good bargain when she saw one—with Doriath at her back, her people only had to focus on defending their front, and they had no reason to want to delve into Elvish mysteries. However, avoiding any shortcuts through the woods did at times add a fair amount of travel time onto excursions up north, which was inconvenient. Haleth did not care for impractical inconveniences.

           It was early afternoon when she redirected her returning hunting party to cut through Doriath.

           They weren’t scouting, they weren’t looking for anything—but they were accustomed to giving the woods a decent breadth, even when it added length to their journeys, and why ought they? Thingol and Melian were—if not allies with all attendant responsibilities—at least friendly to the Haladin. Why should such a minor trespass cause issue?

           It had been early afternoon when they first passed under the eaves of the woods—it was no longer afternoon.

           Haleth had entered the shadow of the trees with a party of twelve—there were no longer twelve at her back.

           “The hour’s gotten late,” murmured Enid at her side.

           “Has it?” another hunter turned his face up to where the sky should have been. “I thought it was just…” Dark.

           The air hung heavily between the trees, stirring like great, wet breaths. Haleth was not a twitchy woman by any means, but she began to jerk her head to the sounds of scurrying and scuttling around them, her hands repeatedly going for her spear or her blade, only to grasp on empty air when she realized she was overreacting.

           If there was any sunlight left in the day, it did not penetrate to the forest floor where they crept along.

           The horses were having an even worse time; Haleth had never had so much balk from this mount as trying to coax him through the woods. She was almost certain if she’d dismounted and let go of him, he’d have sprinted to his death quite a while back.

           As she and her depleted group paused—a couple of her men shouting into the darkness for those who had either wandered off or otherwise vanished—she had the most disconcerting sense of hearing the rapid patter of footsteps—overhead. Tilting her head back, she glared into the darkness of the tree canopy, but she saw nothing.

           “Enid,” she said. “Did you…”

           Enid was gone. The others were gone.

           Haleth was alone.

           “Fire and damnation,” she swore, with a good number of other curses to boot, an outburst that was the last straw for her poor strung out horse. He reared up and took off, sending Haleth’s bulk crashing to the earth. She landed heavily, twisting to brace herself with her arms on her side, to avoid landing flat on her back. A stone dug into her unarmored shin and she swore again, yelling uselessly after the horse, who had disappeared into the misty gloom.

           The sound of footsteps again, far above her head, and Haleth’s ears tricking her with the sound of whispers. This place was making her paranoid.          

           She pushed up to her feet—cursing again when she remembered the fruits of her hunt were now gone with her horse—and took worthless stock of the situation. Trying to figure out where she was now was as useless as it had been for the last several hours—assuming they had in fact been in the forest for hours, and not minutes, or days. She had no sense of which direction hid the nearest edge of the trees and retracing their steps had ended with her standing right where she was.

           “Bloody Elves,” she growled, and began to beat her way through the underbrush. One thing was for certain: staying in place wasn’t going to get her anywhere.

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           It was definitely nighttime. The sounds of the forest—which never ceased—had changed and the murky air had darkened, she was sure of it. The air had grown cooler, but not as cool as Haleth thought it must be outside the shelter of the trees. Sweat still pooled under her arms and at the back of her neck. A bush branch had snapped back into her face and cut her across the cheek in a nasty, wet gouge.

           Worse, she could hear singing.

           Maybe all the Elves were mad from living in the forest, and that’s why they were all so odd. Haleth tried to ignore the faint song, but as she bushwhacked forward, it only grew louder: two voices twining together in the mirk, one a high note that carried most of the melody, the other a slightly lower, stronger tone that wove in and out of the higher song.

           She must have reached a new part of the forest; the branches in front of her now swayed with weighty fruit in tempting colors; shiny, swollen berries and things she couldn’t identify that were all too available and made her remember how long it had been since lunch.

           “It isn’t real,” Haleth murmured to herself as she pushed onwards, ignoring the round, bright fruit swinging in her face, which was probably made you bleed out the eyeballs if you ate it or some other equally pleasant thing. “It isn’t real. It’s your mind playing tricks.” Though Haleth had never heard singing quite like that, so she would have to commend her imagination, which had hitherto proven unremarkable.

           She thrust her way into a clearing, following the trickling sound of water and stumbled abruptly onto the first humanoids she had seen since the rest of her party dissipated into thin air. Both Elves turned quickly towards her, ceasing their song at once, and Haleth, not easily cowed, had to fight the urge to take a step back. The sudden quiet hit her like a slap.

           As always, their ages were indeterminate. One was a lithesome blonde who Haleth would have taken for a female. She was dressed finely in white and green and knelt beside a taller companion with sleek black hair and dark, almond-shaped eyes. At first blush, Haleth had believed them both Elves, but as the dark-haired woman rose, Haleth perceived power radiating off of her. Not threatening, but neither tamed in any sense. Moreover, while all Elves were tall, this dark-haired woman reached further than Haleth had seen from any humanoid. But what did Haleth truly know of Elves?

           The blonde warbled something to her companion that Haleth did not understand and the taller woman responded in a low, methodical voice. With grace, the blonde rose to her feet and began to glide across the clearing towards Haleth, her bare white feet skimming through the untidy grass. Haleth was rooted to the spot.

           Moonlight reached through a gap in the tree canopy over this spot, illuminating the blonde Elf’s delicate features and the ocean blue of her eyes, burning as though she saw in Haleth the end to some long-awaited goal. Her jaw was well-defined, her cheekbones high and sharp, her chin comely. Her ears, around which her thick tresses parted, curved and pointed in that way particular to Elves.

           Before she could form a coherent thought, the Elf’s hand was on her cheek, and Haleth reflexively shoved her back, generally opposed to uninvited touching from strangers and more than a little tense with nerves. It wasn’t a light push—Haleth instantly regretted it, expecting to see the slender Elf bowled over backwards, but while she did stagger back, she kept her footing. Not only did she not go down, she came at Haleth again and placed her hands against Haleth’s shoulders.

           Whatever Haleth expected from the lovely Elf-maid, it wasn’t to be shoved.

           As Haleth had not restrained herself, neither did the Elf. Haleth would have looked at those skinny, soft arms and laughed at the notion this Elf could do her harm. Oh, she had seen some impressive action from the forces of Lord Caranthir in Thargelion, but those were all trained soldiers, men and women alike—not the willowy forest sprite who stood before her now. But the Elf pushed and Haleth had to take several steps back to keep herself from falling right on her ass.

           She had a thought then that this Elf was rather rude, but the white hand was on her sun-worn cheek again, rubbing the thumb against the cut that Haleth had just remembered she had. Then, the dark-haired Elf was there, her hand over the blonde’s, and Haleth made to protest at this, which was really too much, but she realized the stinging in her cheek was fading. As this came to her, the taller Elf stepped back and the blonde looked towards again towards the other woman, whose glossy black hair fell down to her knees but hung in a neat curtain, not a hair out of place that Haleth could see.

           An expert in Elven politics and societal niceties Haleth was not, but even she could see the deferential way the blonde treated the other Elf and she hazarded a guess the dark-haired woman was the elder of the two.

           They shared a long look, and then the blonde turned back to Haleth, and her hands were on Haleth’s leather pauldrons, and then on her chest, and Haleth could smell honeysuckle and fresh cut grass on her and see the dark spokes of her irises in the silver light. She blinked and her armor was hitting the ground and the Elf-maid’s face was tilted down towards her and the excitement that thrilled in Haleth’s stomach made her muscles clench in anticipation.

           The Elves were on her.

           There was mist in the clearing, a low fog descending, and Haleth was on her back. There was the language she didn’t understand and the blonde Elf’s hands skimming up the front of Haleth’s tunic, delicate fingers wrapping over her heavy breasts through the fabric. Heat was burning through her; desire was lit in her; it was both like and utterly unlike the trysts of her youth. Elves! Elves!

           The younger (presumably) Elf’s hair was radiant silver-gold in the moonlight, soft and thick and falling loose around her exposed shoulders. About her crown were woven small pink flowers; one fell loose as she leaned over, and landed on Haleth’s chest. Those sharp blue eyes, studying her face. The Elf was nearer. Her soft mouth seemed in a slight moue of focus. Haleth’s lips parted without thinking; the sound of her heartbeat echoed in her ears.

           But she was not kissed.

           The blonde looked up at her star-eyed companion and more words passed between them, and then she began to draw away. The older Elf raised a hand and Haleth saw an opening part clearly in the flora ringing the clearing. Were they asking her to leave? But the blonde was withdrawing slowly, cautiously, still watching Haleth’s face—no, perhaps they weren’t asking her to leave—perhaps they were inviting her to leave.

           Well, to hell with that!

           Haleth reached up with one broad hand and grasped the back of the blonde Elf’s head, pulling her down to press her chapped lips against that full pink mouth. There was a startled sort of sound in the Elf’s throat, and then something else lower in her chest, and she sank back down against Haleth, her weight hardly more than a snug winter quilt. Distantly, Haleth heard a sound of possible amusement from the other Elf and the moonlight seemed suddenly brighter.

           The blonde’s slender hips rocked against Haleth’s and she gripped the Elf’s thighs, tight enough she’d have worried about bruising a Mannish woman, but there was not so much as a hint of discomfort from this one. Her hands were busy fussing with Haleth’s clothes and when she began baring skin, Haleth didn’t even think to worry about the temperature.

           She ached to be touched, but Elves, as bloody always, were content to take their sweet, immortal time. The blonde was busy nuzzling at Haleth’s neck when Haleth took one of her spindly hands and moved it pointedly between Haleth’s legs. The Elf lifted her head with a look almost affronted, at which Haleth couldn’t help but laugh. She was the one who had started all this! …wasn’t she?

           Suddenly, Haleth realized she couldn’t quite recall how she’d ended up in the grass.

           But that seemed of lesser importance when the blonde was shifting back onto the grass to kneel between Haleth’s legs. The dark-haired one was behind her then, drawing Haleth up against her, cool hands taking the place of the blonde’s against Haleth’s breasts. With greater skill she massaged and tweaked at Haleth’s nipples, until the Man gasped, and was fully convinced this Elf was the older of the pair. More experience.

           They were looking at each other over Haleth’s shoulder and she almost had time to be somewhat annoyed about this, but then the younger Elf’s hands were moving up her inner thighs and suddenly she decided she didn’t much care if they were talking about her. Particularly when the blonde pinched her leg and Haleth gasped and shuddered, drawing the first of something like a smile from the younger Elf. The fingers of the dark-haired one were roaming over her ribs until the hands of the Elves met at her hips and she lifted the blonde’s hand up and past Haleth’s shoulder, doing something that made her younger companion shiver. She withdrew her hand, kissed her own fingers, and promptly slid them between Haleth’s folds, dripping with arousal.

           She couldn’t help the way she squirmed towards the Elf’s touch, particularly when she seemed prepared to go on teasing Haleth here as well.

           “Oh, come on,” Haleth gasped, spreading her legs further apart. “I need more than that!”

           A lifting of the blue eyes up over Haleth’s head again, and then she felt first one, then another finger easing into her cunt and she groaned. The older Elf squeezed her ample breasts and Haleth found herself delightfully pinned between their hands. For one wild, youthful moment, she thought of the women of her past she’d have loved to tell of this! The blonde smirked and while Haleth hardly considered herself an authority on Elvish expressions, she’d have called that look smug. This Elf-maid was pleased with herself.

           If only she’d get on with pleasing Haleth too!

           Just as she was about to give her some more encouragement, the blonde began to move her fingers and Haleth’s head fell back with a grateful moan. Everything else faded away—the moist grass underneath her, the rustle of the leaves, the fear of being lost, the anxiety for her missing followers—all she knew and felt was the thrust of Elven fingers in and out of her cunt, the ghost and squeeze and scrape of Elven nails against her breasts, her neck, her belly.

           Everything in her began to grow taut and Haleth bit back a curse as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, once again unable to resist writhing on the blonde’s fingers—there were three now coated in Haleth’s fluid. She was close, she could feel the promise of that peak of pleasure building in her core. She reached down to finger her clit, but the Elf knocked her hand away, taking up that job herself as well.

           “Well I won’t stop you,” Haleth panted, eyes shut, twitching with something less than dignity between the two Elves. The tightness in her body was nearing a breaking point, but Haleth wasn’t quite ready to let go and be done with this experience; she beat back her orgasm, holding it at bay, moaning to be fucked and stroked by Elvish fingers.

           The dark-haired Elf whispered something near Haleth’s ear and pinched her right nipple, and the blonde gave a few sharp thrusts of her fingers in quick succession and then Haleth was climaxing whether she was ready to be done or not, cries ripping unabashed from her throat as she shook between the women, muscles spasming, her mind blank of anything but oh fuck, oh fuck, more, more, more, please!

           As she sank down from her high, her eyes refocused on the blonde Elf watching her. The slender thing began to draw away, but Haleth was not one to be an ungrateful lover and she sat up, reaching to pull the Elf back once again.

           “What, nothing for you?” she said when she’d caught her by her narrow waist. She began to grope for the hem of the Elf’s skirts. The blonde snapped her attention up to the one behind her, but if she was seeking some answer, she didn’t seem to get it before Haleth managed to get her hands under the younger Elf’s dress and trace a path up her soft thighs.

           The Elf did not fight her there, and while Elves were subtler about most things, Haleth had an eye for particulars and she could see the way the blonde shivered and her eyes dilated when one of Haleth’s calloused hands pressed to the damp front of her underthings.

           She allowed it when Haleth lay back, pulling her, undershorts discarded, to come straddle Haleth’s hips again. She drew her down into a kiss, which was surprisingly soft considering how this Elf had just ravished her. Amused, she nipped at the blonde’s lip and was rewarded with a jerk of Elvish hips against her lap. Oh, she was worked up alright—Haleth had no doubt if she’d let her wander off it would’ve been her own hand in place of Haleth’s later on in the night.

           “That’s it, you like that, don’t you?” Haleth crooned, finding some vestiges of her voice again now that she wasn’t mindless with the need for a fuck. The dark-haired Elf appeared behind her blonde companion and drew the younger Elf back into her arms, stroking that spun gold hair, murmuring something soothing to her. Were they a couple, Haleth wondered? Or master and apprentice of some kind?

           When the older Elf’s hands retreated some, Haleth gave another tug on the blonde. She didn’t fight this time either, though Haleth saw those deep blue eyes go wide with shock when Haleth pulled her up to kneel over Haleth’s head.

           “What, Elves don’t do this?” she asked, sweeping the blonde’s skirts out of the way until she had free access to the blonde’s flushed, pungent cunt. “Come here, sweetheart.” She grasped the blonde’s hips and urged her down until she could press her mouth between the tight blond curls at the apex of her thighs. A trembling moan sounded from above Haleth and she grinned against the Elf’s hot, wet flesh, closed her eyes, and put her tongue to better use than talking. Haleth had never been an eloquent speaker—but she’d been told she was decent at this.

           She lapped enthusiastically at the Elf’s clit and the poor thing must not have been far to start, for it was only moments before she was crying out regularly. She fell forward, hands twisting in the grass just above Haleth’s head, and ground her hips against Haleth’s mouth with such desperate need that Haleth couldn’t be inconvenienced by it. She was gasping something in Elvish, and sounded on the verge of tears, and while Haleth had no idea what she was saying, she knew that tone quite well.

           Haleth felt motion over her and guessed the dark-haired Elf had chosen to straddle her to stay close to the blonde, whose legs quivered against Haleth’s ears.

           She didn’t know how much Elvish biology differed from Men, but if this Elf had been a woman of the Haladin, Haleth would have said she would have to finish soon. Some things must not have been terribly different, for Haleth gave a few additional nibbles and sucks as she pressed two fingers into the Elf’s cunt and suddenly the blonde was wild with spasms, falling backwards against her companion, wailing. Her orgasm seemed to go on! Perhaps that was different—and Haleth couldn’t help but feel slightly envious.

           The blonde, seemingly not yet over the ordeal of pleasure, slumped into the arms of her companion, who lifted her off Haleth and laid her out on the grass nearby, still twitching and moaning.

           “I’m going to give myself credit for that,” Haleth said, wiping her mouth as she sat up. The older Elf was stroking the blonde’s hair gently, but she turned to Haleth as she spoke. Haleth had the uneasy sense again that there was a difference between these two Elves. In fact, she was quite sure this dark-haired one had been brown-eyed when she first entered the clearing, but those heavy-lidded eyes now looked more silver than brown.

           Had they always been silver? When had Haleth first entered this clearing? And from which direction?

           A smile pulled at the corner of the older Elf’s mouth. She let her charge lie carefully on the grass and then came at Haleth. Wariness, heretofore abandoned, sprang up again in Haleth and she tensed, but the Elf only bowed her head and pressed a cool, open-mouthed kiss to Haleth’s lips, still slick with the discharge of her companion—who, for the record, was a squirter. Haleth closed her eyes, tasting the sweetness of the dark-haired Elf’s kiss, waiting to see what this one had in mind.

           Haleth was dressed and looking out at the edge of the wood.

           Haleth was—wait.

           Haleth was dressed?

           Haleth was no longer lost?

           Where was—?

           She whipped around, startled by the spear in her hand and the helmet on her head. A full moon beamed down on the open fields ahead and at her back was the darkness of the forest.

           “Haleth!” Enid was running heavily towards her, leather armor jiggling with the motion. There was a cluster of others a few yards from the forest edge. “Haleth!”

           Blinking stupidly, Haleth watched Enid approach.

           “You’re back!” Enid exclaimed.

           “You’re back!” Haleth returned.

           “Everyone else turned up hours ago,” Enid said. “We were just talking about going in to look for you.”

           “Well I hope you weren’t in support of any fool plan of that sort,” Haleth said sharply. “Better to lose one than twelve!”

           “We were worried something might have happened to you,” Enid said. “That you might’ve been captured by Elves or something. Lord Caranthir said the Wood-elves aren’t trustworthy. They’re dangerous.” Haleth snorted.

           “I’ll take Lord Caranthir’s opinion into due consideration,” she said with a suppressed snort. “I don’t believe we face any threats from Elves today.”

           “So you weren’t being tortured gruesomely while we had our discussion?” Enid asked, grinning. Haleth paused.

           “No, no torture,” she allowed. “Not today.”

           “Good. Let’s get home then. The horses haven’t returned and I’m looking forward to bed.” With that, Haleth couldn’t disagree. She stepped out of the forest eaves and followed her women. They still had a decent walk back to get home.

Summary: You are a Spider-Woman, who has now been very involved in the spider verse when you have met a group of 6 Spider-People, who try to save the multiverse and their lives, and then become involved in a society and a fight between they. At the same time you have to deal with your sleep disorder that turns out not to be a sleep disorder.

Warnings: Mentions and descriptions of sleep disorder, panic attacks, sleep paralysis, death, suicide, self harm.

Author's Note: Well, I must admit that as much as I love the X-Men, Defenders, and Marvel in general, my heart belongs to the Spiderverse and the Loki series. In my personal opinion, it's kind of funny that TVA and The Spider Society are almost the same. And I imagined a spider involved on both sides, please don't hate me, I'm new to this and I don't know much about parasomnia and narcoleptics. If you can give your opinion you are welcome.

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You don't even know how you got to this situation, you can't even remember how you got to this place and you are not even able to recognize the things around you. You look around you trying to process everything there is, trying to decipher where you are right now, you are in what is a sea, it takes you a while to identify what sea it is, it is the Black Sea, you are on the dock of the black sea, you see the magnificent view in front of you, the beautiful blue sky being accompanied by the view of the sea.

You can perfectly feel the breeze on your face, you can smell the aroma of the sand and hear the tides colliding with each other. In fact, the movement of the sea and its immensity have an almost hypnotic effect on you, it is generating that feeling of tranquility and well-being that allows us to recharge energy.

Or that would have been it, if you didn't see two children in front of you, they are playing happily, throwing stones, jumping off the dock, swimming; They are simply having fun like the two little children they are. And why did those children break the tranquility that the sea worked so hard to generate in you?

Easy, that meant that you are not alone, you are not alone on that dock in 1895, you are surrounded by some office workers and some police dressed in black and high technology, you are hearing a fight, where one of them refused to harm that eight year old boy

They want to take him away, hurt him because that child was supposed to be responsible for more than five thousand deaths, but he was only an eight-year-old child. What harm could a boy having fun with his brother have done? You can perfectly hear the dispute of those people, while you are standing, staring at the scene without being able to move.

And one of those... hunters refused to hurt that boy, and instinctively you refused to hurt him too.

And that was, perhaps, the worst mistake of both of them.

Just by making that decision, bad things began to happen, now the lives of those five thousand people were not the only ones at risk, fellow people died. Everything happened so fast and so indifferent and unreal for you that one of them had to kill the child.

You are not able to remember what happened next, what the hell happens to you to forget it, you are just still, stunned, you feel your heart shatter, for the first time in thousands of years, it is as if you have not felt anything in years.

You feel an unpleasant sensation, and it is like a sting, tingling, discomfort or burning. It's a sharp or dull pain, you can't even identify the many emotions you feel right now.

You just have a damn need to cry and suddenly you're crying, so much that your body can't take it and you fall to the ground on your knees, you start sobbing while the people around you walk away as if nothing happened except for one.

It is that man, with gray hair, who refused, who runs towards you, falls on his knees to hug you and comfort you. He rests your head on his shoulder, letting yourself be carried away by the warmth and tranquility of his arms.

“Calm down, calm down, my little baby, everything will be fine, I promise you,” I whisper right in your ear, rubbing your back and stroking your hair.

December 2018

You woke up suddenly, you raised the upper part of your body totally scared, your chest rises and falls in a pathetic attempt to recover the damn lost air, your forehead is sweaty, you are sweating cold, you feel like your teeth are tingling, around you...

Fuck.

Everything is so unreal, you can't identify anything around you, neither the images nor the sounds, even the movements you make, you feel that this body is not yours, you feel that you are taking this body from a person who really wants live his life, You are even snatching away their own thoughts because you don't even feel real yourself.

They most surprising things about all this Is that you feel a horrible weight on your chest.

You know what it means, so you breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, hold it for a couple of seconds with the air in your stomach, and then exhale slowly. Over and over again with your eyes closed, being so satisfying to your own soul and body. For a moment you forgot that you are not alone, a long time ago you fell into another universe where you met more people just like you (Only they are not mutants)

“Wow. Are you okay? “,You heard a voice next to you, you turned your head to your side, clashing eyes with two people, it was Gwen Stacy and Peter Parker whom you affectionately called Pete but the rest called him Noir.

You looked around, you're not in that damn place anymore. Now you are remembering the day and the place where you are at this moment, you are not able to remember where you are if you can barely recognize the people next to you, you know their names but you do not remember what relationship they have with you, who they are to you. you. You hold the blanket tightly, it is an orange blanket, the feel of the blanket is soft and quality, enough to protect you from this December cold. You sat down, hiding your face completely embarrassed in your hands. You're ashamed of your panic attacks, most people think it's stupid, I wish they knew how horrible it is, even though you wouldn't wish it on anyone.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, as incredible as it may seem you can feel that he is very worried about you, they both are, they have not even asked you questions, they are just there in silence. And you can feel the worry, after all, you're a mutant, you barely know what your abilities are. You barely remember that you are one of them, a spider, you are Spider Woman. Only unlike them you never used a spider web.

“I'm fine”,you could only murmur these words, you gave them a smile in order to reassure them after your show.

Called parasomnia and narcoleptics.

It is the word that you have grown up with since you were a girl, you have always had many complications with your dreams, because you rarely dreamed, you barely have dreams and when you do it is a matter of time before your brain confuses them with memories, because they are so real that later you feel as if they were memories.

Your parents and all the doctors have believed that you are someone very creative, because according to them, you are capable of crossing cognitive limits, which makes you more vulnerable to these states of confusion.

It may be related to a small section of your brain, a fold, the paracingulate sulcus. As it is less pronounced, they experience hallucinations and are worse at identifying what is real with what is imaginary. And when you discover that the memories are dreams, you suddenly can't breathe, you feel a crushing pain in your chest. Your heart begins to beat as if you were running to the top of Mount Everest. You feel pain in your arms and back, you get dizzy and your mind races, you suffer from panic attacks and sleep paralysis, which you have suffered since you became Spider Woman, but the dreams are worse.

The problem? You don't have either, according to some doctors, some say that you have parasomnia and others that you are narcoleptic, because you are not a sleepwalker and your folds are not less pronounced. For some you are fine, but for others, you are a woman with sleep problems.

"Well, get up lazy",Gwen threw the cushion at you when she got up, with a mocking smile and they both churckled", or you will miss out on Ham's magnificent food".

The blonde raised her eyebrows, because she doesn't love Ham's food, if it were up to her, she would eat a little flag and go buy it for you, but without further ado she went to the kitchen, where the rest or some of them are gathered there, that's when you fell. Taking into account that you are on the couch, it could be that after a pleasant practice full of anecdotes, crimes and Pete's cases, you fell asleep. And that could seriously affect your sleep.

He did not leave your side, instead, he remained by your side like the good companion that he has become for you these days in this new universe for you.

"Come on, go with them. I'll go in a while",you asked him still tired, you're fucking tired, especially because sleeping on the couch wasn't a good idea.

" I will stay with your ",I assure you, he has withnessed how your dreams hurt you these days and he wants to be with you to help you",just don't go like you usually do. So please don't go".

It means that when he's not awake first, you leave Aunt May's house, disappear, and come back a day or four like nothing bad happened. You smiled at him, because unlike the people you met, he doesn't despair, he understands you, they all care about you.

"I'm not going anywhere and if I leave, I'll come back. I promise ",you assured him with your smile.

You hoped that all this wouldn't get worse, you've had enough with your parents dying, along with your best friend and the man you saw as your older brother. Not forgetting that you've been through really horrible things since you were only third, now you're seventeen, soon to be eighteen.

I just wish you hadn't gotten worse.

June 2024

Not even they know what it does anymore, they don't know what else it does, they have tried everything, they have used everything they have at hand, they have had help from everyone and despite the differences they had with the spider society they also tried to help .

They are very desperate, at first they thought that you were simply going to be away for a few weeks but they were wrong, they should have known this the moment you were no longer home. They had to have suspected it in the first second.

You had disappeared, precisely, three years ago. It was supposed to be their meeting, they should have bought some burgers, some pies and sodas to spend the day together.

And it never happened, they never saw you again.

"Nothing?",Gwen heard her father's voice, worried about her daughter.

Since you disappeared you left a void in the hearts of each of them, very affected results when they realized what had happened to you. Peter can even attend to his cases very well without even thinking about you and always wakes up in the early morning as if you were still waiting to speak, Peni turns out that she wakes up at night and can't even compose her dream if she doesn't hear you singing. Miles swears he can hear your singing while he draws or studies, Pavitr has commented that he has seen your figure walking through the busy streets of his city. Gwen was perhaps the most affected, when they realized that she disappeared. I don't take it well.

Because later while she was fighting the Vulture she hit her head and when she woke up, she started seeing Ham but the strangest thing (or perhaps comforting for her) was that you were by her side and now every time she feels frustrated, angry or sad you had to appear, you are there to comfort her.

He got to worry his father a lot about that. He knows that the two were very good friends, it was simply difficult for Gwen to accept that you had disappeared and that to this day they don't have a single clue as to where you went. It was difficult to accept losing another friend.

“Society wants to give Y/n up for dead, especially Miguel ”,she confessed, her biggest concern. She broke ties with society a long time ago and has not even spoken to Miguel.

But the simple fact that many want to leave you for dead, for forgotten is what the gang doesn't think about, they know that you are alive, that you will return. You'll come back to them to hug them and be together, but they've waited so long, it's been three damn years. Gwen is the age you were when you disappeared, it's only a matter of time before Peni has her and being exaggerated, for Mayday to have her.

“Damn ",he muttered, meaning his daughter wouldn't take it well.

"We have tried everything, we have looked for every clue about her and nothing about her, she just left, it's as if out of nowhere there was... ",she suddenly besame silent, not even trying to hide her sadness and perhaps her anger.

Because when Miguel told them that it is very likely that you had died a long time ago, that perhaps while you were sleeping, you were sleepwalking and perhaps you had an overdose there or you were run over or perhaps you committed suicide. He is using your disorders to give a theory of what happened to you.

They were upset, without a doubt, they were quite upset because they know you like no one else in the damn world, yes, you had those sleeping disorders, but you had it under control, you were never a sleepwalker and you did things that you shouldn't and despite your panic attacks , you never tried to hurt yourself or do something bad that affects the integrity of others or yours.

She relaxed, keeping in her mind the beautiful moments that you gave to each one, and she saw you, she saw you from the window, you are simply there, standing, staring at her.

"I like to think that she flew away, I'm sure she's out there somewhere ",she shed some tears, because she continues yo deny that you left, that you somehow left and even said goodbye when you always promised yo come back," I hope. May the rest not forget her ".

George went over to hug and comfort her, being reciprocated by Gwen, crying in his arms at the very thought of you being dead.

He knows his daughter Is suffering greatly because of you. He holds you responsible for it.

It was hell for her when they realized you gone, she couldn't stop crying, she deposited all the anger and sadness by playing the drums ando barely wanted to talk, she just wouldn't sleep. Every time he saw her she had tears om his face and he worries that his daughter (Because she has not even been able to move on with Peter's death), both he and the spider gang and his daughter are waiting for you to come back, in the meantime no one will forget you.

They hope so, that no one forgets you, they won't, others would have forgotten you within a month, but they never will, the spider gang will eagerly await your return and will look under the Stones for any clue that leads to you.

Because to be honest, you were barely known in society, both the arachnid and the world, neither of them had accepted you as one of their own. Because? Why were you a mutant? Why were you different from them? Why are you an unstable woman with many problems? Why did you want to save thousands of lives when you couldn't even handle your own?

It was only a matter of time before in a few years, they would completely forget you, that there was a sweet mutante woman who not only haf spider powers, but you had a beautiful singing, a singing that made people happy, but that in that singing was hidden a rather unstable woman.

What they don't know is that you were not there, nor in another universe from another time, otherwise, you are outside of time. And you're no longer the woman they used to know. And even you are able to remember who you were because he, they, erased your memory.

And that's where Gwen was right, because you're there, you're here, you're everywhere.

Some thoughts about the vaults and the creatures they contain

I've been doing a replay of the borderlands games recently, the first time I've replayed any of the games since completing the 3rd, and it's given me a lot of time to really consider and reconsider certain aspects with the new (ish) lore from BL3

The biggest thing that I've come to reconsider, however, is the nature of the vaults - all of the vaults - and the creatures and weapons they contain

Now, I wouldn't be surprised if someone else had this thought, or something similar to this way before I did, but if they have then I haven't seen it. But let's not waste any time

To start, from the very beginning of the series, the vaults are mysterious Eridian ruins that tend to house stuff that ends up being pretty lucrative. Some of the corporations use what they've discovered inside of various vaults in order to mamufacture high-tech weapons, and other advanced technology. But for the most part, the vaults tend to hold some kind of super powered monster that the people who wake them up generally end up having to fight, and it's the leftover stuff that gets focused on

This seems kind of odd, doesn't it? Iirc, it's been speculated that these vaults were used as ancient prisons for these monsters, a way to lock them away from the universe and seal them to keep them from wreaking havoc. That idea seems to hold some water with the reveal of the great vault in bl3, and the revelation of how the Eridians captured and sealed away the destroyer. After all, for all their technology, weapons, and everything else at their disposal, the Eridians just simply couldn't kill or stop the destroyer, so they created a vault to contain it. So it naturally follows that the other vaults containing their own monster would be fulfilling a similar roll

Well.... after giving it some thought, I don't think that's the case. After opening the vault on Promethea and defeating the rampager, Tyreen tells the vault hunters that the monsters are the power of the vaults. They're not the things guarding it, they are the power of the vault they’re housed within

Now, after translating Nyriad's glyphs in bl3, we learn that the warrior was created and housed on pandora in order to protect the great vault, the vault of the destroyer, and keep it from being opened. It's a biological weapon of mass destruction made for the express purpose of making sure that the great vault is left the fuck alone and remains sealed

There's also the vault on Elpis that contains all the information on pandora, the great vault, and the vault of warrior, which is defended by the sentinal. The sentinal, of course, being there to protect that information from falling into the hands of anyone who would seek that information for their own goals, because while it is geneally a good idea to leave behind a detailed explanation of the great vault and pandora - sort of like one of those nuclear waste dumps covered in spikes - it's also not the kind of information that you would want just anyone or everyone to know, as evidenced by the events in the pre sequal. The vault on Elpis serves a purpose, and houses a very powerful entity within it to ensure and protect that purpose

And I think that the same thing can be said about all the other vaults, or at least all of the vaults we discover in the series. In fact, I have to wonder if the monsters in those vaults aren't prisoners, or dangerous weapons the Eridians couldn't control or destroy, but creatures left behind in order to defend the planets they're sealed on from the destroyer

It seems just as odd as the vaults being prisons, but personally I think it would make more sense than prisons, especially with the lore we're given in 3. After all, as mentioned before, the warrior was made and put on pandora for the sole purpose of defending pandora from any who would seek to open the great vault and release the destroyer, and the creatures in the other vaults - the rampager, the gravewarden - don't really seem to be that much different

But that begs another question, which is why? Why, if they couldn't defeat the destroyer, would they leave behind dozens of vaults containing weapons of mass destruction to fight the damn thing? If they could use those WMD's to fight it off, why wouldn't they do that instead? Because if it turns out that their plan to seal the destroyer doesn't work, or it eventually fails, then the vaults at least provide a way to delay the destruction of people who might have a better chance of defeating it

The vaults that housed those monsters were clearly marked on the map projected by the vault key - the vault key is specifically used to open the vault of the destroyer, the vault of the warrior, and the great vault. And we know that the Eridians tried as hard as they could to make sure that the vaults they left behind were not only locked, but protected as well. The Eridians were nothing if not thorough, and I don't think that an ancient race as advanced as them would lock the destroyer up with only the warrior as a backup in case someone wanted to open it back up

The Eridians lost their entire civilization in order to contain the destroyer, but that doesn't mean that their sacrifice would be the last, and if and when the time comes for the destroyer to finally break its chains, then they don't want the rest of the universe to be unprepared and defenseless, even if in the best case scenario all they serve to do is delay the inevitable and give someone else a chance to, if not find a way to deal with it that the Eridians couldn't do, then to at least escape

ok ollie fans don’t look this is gonna be a rant you have been warned

 but anyway

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cannot stand it when people defend longbow hunters + the first 6 issues of Green Arrow 1988 to me (has happened more than once) like it is misogynistic period. Maybe the author fixed it later but the thing literally is “dinah gets hurt to motivate ollie to be edgy and kill someone, then the follow up is she gets hypnosis therapy without being able to do anything while ollie is watching (she never gets space alone with this or therapy or any agency OUTSIDE of ollie’s view, he’s there the whole time) and the thing is about reassuring the viewer she feels OK having sex with ollie.” like i hear EVENTUALLY the author addresses it but that does not change the fact that the author’s first thought on how to follow up the ‘dinah is hurt for ollie’s manpain’ was not anything about dinah by herself or taking back any agency or narrative control* it’s all about her relationship and making sure the reader knows she can have sex with ollie. like. cannot possibly overstate how misogynistic these comics are

*yes i know ollie is the protag. bruce was the protag in TKJ, does that make it any less misogynistic? sorry but if you traumatize a female character for your male character’s manpain and then don’t let her take back any control or have any focus on her feelings at all besides how they relate to the male character that’s misogynistic. doesn’t matter if it’s the male character’s solo title

It’s time to reinstate the assault weapons ban

Question: What do Evelyn Dieckhaus, William Kinney and Hallie Scruggs have in common with my grandson, Bryce Terranella. Answer: Yesterday they were all nine-year-olds attending schools in mostly rural states. Today only my grandson is alive. The other three will never see their 10th birthday because they were killed by AR-15 military-grade weapons bought legally by a person with no police record and no history of violence. Just someone having a bad week with easy access to a killing machine. People using guns are increasingly killing people. In 376 separate school shootings, more than 348,000 students have experienced gun violence since the infamous 1999 Columbine school shooting. And troublingly, the problem has escalated exponentially since the 2012 Sandy Hook shooting. It’s a problem that is getting much worse every year. And you know what else has escalated since 2012? The sales of AR-15 military assault weapons. A killing machine invented for soldiers in Vietnam is now the most popular rifle sold to civilians. About 2.8 million AR-15s were purchased in 2020 alone. What has changed to make the 21st Century the century of unparalleled mass shootings? Clearly, the ease of access to guns is a major contributing factor. Fifty years ago, the NRA supported the use of rifles designed for hunting. Now they defend the right of civilians to own military weapons. No true hunter needs an AR-15 to shoot a deer or a moose or even a bear. What has changed is that the AR-15 has become a symbol (like a red MAGA hat) of extreme right-wing politics in this country. Republican candidates routinely display their AR-15s in campaign ads! Because of politicians like this, it is now easier to buy one AR-15 capable of killing hundreds of children than it is to buy an abortion pill capable of killing only one unborn child. And this is justified as defending the “freedom” of Americans. How about the freedom of children to live without fear that any day at school may be their last day on earth? We had a ban on military-grade weapons like AR-15s back almost 30 years ago. In 1994 Congress outlawed the manufacture and sale of semiautomatic assault weapons and large-capacity ammunition magazines. This was done as part of the “Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act of 1994.” It should be noted that the provision, while sponsored and passed by Democrats, was supported at the time by Republican presidents Ford and Reagan. The law had a sunset provision and when it came up for renewal in 2004, the by-then Republican-controlled Congress, urged by the gun manufacturers, let it expire. It is also important to note that the 1994 assault weapons ban did not mandate any confiscation of guns. It included a grandfather clause that allowed for the possession and transfer of weapons and ammunition that were otherwise lawfully possessed on the date the law took effect. So the fear-mongering over “the government coming for your guns” was never justified. And in fact, the ex post facto law prohibition of the U.S. Constitution (Article 1, Section 9, Clause 3) would never permit such action. Yet that has not stopped gun advocates from using the threat of confiscation to rally opposition to gun control laws for decades. Because the 1994 assault weapons ban was only in effect for 10 years and did not affect existing guns, it is impossible to say whether such a ban would actually have any significant effect today when more than 16 million people now own at least one AR-15 (about 1 in 20 U.S. adults). But reinstating the assault weapons ban would eventually have an impact since the vast majority of the weapons now in circulation were purchased in the last 10 years. So if the assault weapons ban had been renewed in 2004 and 2014 (and perhaps the sunset provision removed from the law), these guns would not have been able to be purchased legally as the Nashville shooter was able to do. A new ban would at least slow the spread of these killing machines. The "Assault Weapons Ban of 2023" (S.25) would merely reinstate the 1994 law and, without expanding the reach of the 1994 ban, would add a much more detailed description and listing of the weapons covered so that there would be no ambiguity what guns were banned. Again, no existing guns would be confiscated. The bill was introduced on January 23, 2023 and is currently before the Senate Judiciary Committee. The text is available at congress.gov. The proposed law’s text says that its purpose is to regulate assault weapons “to ensure that the right to keep and bear arms is not unlimited.” Clearly, all Constitutional rights have limits. The First Amendment does not protect pornography. The Second Amendment should not protect the possession of assault weapons (or nuclear weapons for that matter). If you are moved by this issue and want to do something about it, I urge you to visit momsdemandaction.org. This is an offshoot of Everytown for Gun Safety that is committed to ending gun violence. I see it as a Right to Life issue. So it should be supported by people across the political spectrum as the 1994 ban was. One of the most fundamental ways that we can make America great again is to reinstate the assault weapons ban. We owe that to our children, and to all Americans.

War & the Jedi

This will be a long meta rant, FYI.

The Jedi Order, specifically the Prequel era Jedi Order, gets a lot of hate these days particularly regarding their involvement in the Clone Wars. Accusations are tossed at their feet constantly ranging from corruption all the way up to warmongering. 

Let’s first look at the Oxford English Dictionary definition of these two accusations, shall we?

Corruption - having or showing a willingness to act dishonestly in return for money or personal gain.

Warmonger - a person who encourages or advocates aggression towards other countries or groups.

The definitions of these two words are so very misunderstood when it comes to relation to the Jedi. If the Jedi are truly “corrupt” then where are the examples of their dishonesty for wealth or personal gain? In fact, I’d argue that canon (and Legends) makes a point to show us that it is the Sith who are in it for personal gain, not the Jedi. The Jedi have absolutely NOTHING to gain from this war on a personal level, in fact they are losing members in terrifying numbers.

The Jedi are also not advocating aggression towards the Separatists, in fact what we see instead is the Jedi DEFENDING against the Separatists. I have yet to see in either canon or legends an instance where the Republic forces invade a Separatist planet who doesn’t have an army or some military involvement (i.e. weapon factories). However, time after time we see the Separatists forcing peaceful planets who want nothing to do with them to either bow to their cause or die (i.e. Ryloth, Lurmen planet, Kiros, Mandalore) the Jedi and Republic Troops will then follow the Separatists to these planets, but they try to do what they can to liberate the planet from the Separaist invasion and then they give the planet the OPTION to join the Republic for safety and economic reasons, but they never force them, as is super evident with Mandalore.

Yet people don’t seem to see this and continue to drag the Jedi through the mud. 

Here are the top 5 other “woke” takes I hear - 

Jedi are peacekeepers and should not have gotten involved:

 First things first, let’s look at the definition of Peacekeeper - a soldier, military force, etc., deployed to maintain or restore peace. 

I’d argue by that definition the Jedi were still peacekeepers, it’s true that they weren’t a 3rd party as they normally were before the war, but their position was trying to maintain or restore peace. Peacekeeper is not the same thing as a Pacifist, the Jedi were skilled warriors (training from childhood to wield a lightsaber), the difference is Jedi used their skills for defense not attack which is what we constantly saw throughout the Clone Wars. 

With regards to the idea that Jedi “should not have gotten involved” I ask you then what exactly were they supposed to do instead?

 We see at the beginning of Attack of the Clones that the Jedi are worried things will escalate to war, they have obviously gone to the Chancellor hoping that a diplomatic solution can be presented to avoid bloodshed. Or if that isn’t possible then that the Republic have some way to defend themselves other than relying solely on the Jedi (i.e. an army). The Separatists are the ones pushing them to a breaking point, were the Jedi just supposed to stand back and let innocent people be invaded/killed because they didn’t want to get involved? The Jedi were “Guardians of Peace and Justice” which means it was their duty to help bring about peace in the galaxy while also enacting justice. 

Then after Geonosis (where they lost approx. 187 members mind you) they learned that the Sith are leading the Separatist army - the Jedi are duty bound by their code to fight the Sith, they had no choice but to join the war. 

So, I ask again...what were they supposed to do instead?

2.  Jedi used a slave army for their own purposes:

 Okay, I can (and probably will) write a whole argument based on just this accusation alone. There are so many fallacies I don’t even know where to begin but I’ll try. 

I guess my first question is the same as #1, what were the Jedi supposed to do instead with regards to the Clones? 

Technically speaking the Clones didn’t “belong” to the Jedi, they were “property” of the Republic (as stated by Lama Su in Attack of the Clones). In fact, the Jedi Council not only didn’t know about the order, they had vehemently denied Syfo Dias’ earlier request to raise an army in the first place. The Sith KNEW the Jedi would be against it, this was all part of their plan to trap the Jedi (as was EVERYTHING about the war) - they clouded the Force, they literally deleted Kamino from the Archives so the Jedi wouldn’t discover it until the Sith WANTED them to (i.e. Jango just happened to use a Kamino dart?? Come on people). Yoda even states “blind we are if creation of this clone army we could not see” he fully admits they missed it because the Dark Side was clouding their vision. 

Regardless, the army was created, there was no changing that fact. Had the Jedi not taken command of the army do you think the Clones wouldn’t have had to go to war? Do  you actually believe that the Republic who couldn’t get their citizens to give 2 craps about the war would’ve taken up the mantle and fought instead? Do you think if the Jedi were like “thanks, but we didn’t order this” that the Kamioans would’ve just let the Clones go free? 

The answer you’re looking for is...no. 

So, like absolutely everything about the Clone Wars the Jedi did the best they could with the cards they had been dealt. They chose to lead the army on the front lines, putting themselves in just as much mortal danger as the men they were leading. They even sent a member of the Jedi Council to oversee the creation of future clones/training to ensure they were being treated humanely (something the Kamioans thought was ridiculous). They were the first to tell the clones that they were individuals, they constantly put themselves in front of their men to protect them (i.e. season 7 Obi-Wan deflecting the rocket from blowing up his men). The Jedi did what they could, just because we didn’t see on screen Jedi stopping to grieve every time a clone died did not mean that they didn’t care - real life Generals can’t stop in the middle of a battle to grieve over their fallen soldiers either, so why is it we consider it a moral crime if the Jedi don’t?

Another thing I’ll add is once the Jedi had evidence that the Clones were actually ordered by Dooku, did they immediately stop and say “oh hell no, these flesh droids can’t be trusted, we should just have them decommissioned”?? NO! They defended the Clones, stating that they were good men and should be trusted (and look where that trust got them in the end).

The Jedi were forced/coerced to fight this war as much as the Clones were!! Why are we willing to forgive the Clones, but not the Jedi???

3. Ki-Adi-Mundi killing Geonosians was the same as Anakin’s slaughter at the Tusken camp: 

This is another moment where context is everything because there is a HUGE difference between Ki-Adi-Mundi on Geonosis and Anakin in the Tusken camp. The fact that I have to even spell it out makes me wonder how people can even dress themselves in the morning. 

The Geonosians were an opposing military force, attacking Ki-Adi and his troops. Anakin slaughtered unarmed women and children out of vengeance. 

Now, had Ki-Adi turned to his men and screamed “to the catacombs!” brandishing his lightsaber with a murderous glint in his eyes and proceeded to cut down the unarmed bugs below the battle then you’d have an accurate comparison on your hands and I’d be appalled right there with you.

But, as it stands this is not the same thing...not even close.

4. The Jedi sent children to war: 

So, this is a tougher one and I can even understand the concerns behind it, and I even share some of those concerns. The thing I will say to this is, given what we see throughout Star Wars, what constitutes a “child” seems to be different than our own real world definition. 

Padme, for example, was 14 when she was elected Queen, and she wasn’t even the youngest ever elected. She (and her handmaids) were trained as children to defend themselves and their people both politically and in battle (much like Jedi), but you don’t hear people condemning the people/traditions of Naboo the way we see the Jedi being condemned for theirs.

Jedi children arguably mature faster than your standard person, and with regards to Star Wars there are also species’ age ranges to keep in mind. Grogu for example is still a baby at age 50, could it be possible that Ahsoka at age 14 is on the same maturity level as a human in their early twenties due to her Togruta DNA?? We don’t know, it’s never stated other than Anakin saying something about because of her advanced skills he forgets how young she is. 

Obviously Boba Fett is treated like an adult by other Bounty Hunters - no one even questions when he picks up a job and is placed in charge of a group at age 12 or 13 (and he is placed in an adult prison without anyone questioning it). It could be that by law according to Star Wars that 13 is actually considered an adult. Throughout history (and in many different cultures) 13 was when people were considered to be “coming of age”, So, once again we’re placing our cultural biases onto a fictional space fantasy world without realizing it might not even be an issue in that world.  

But even beyond all of that I ask you again - what else should the Jedi have done? 

Their young Padawans would eventually have to grow into Jedi Knights, even before the war by the time they are teenagers they usually followed their Masters on missions (often very dangerous missions) in order to get real world experience. At the time of the Clone Wars the real world they were living in was one at war. If they hadn’t brought their Padawans onto the battlefield how else would they have learned how to strategize, or how to cope with the emotions of battle? They would’ve been ill prepared if the war had continued on for years and years as it had looked like it was going to do...once again, the Jedi had no real choice in this. 

5. The Jedi lost their way because of the war: 

Did they though?? I’d argue they actually didn’t. We first have to ask ourselves what is a Jedi - well, according to the very first time we hear any type of a description about a Jedi they are introduced as the “Guardians of Peace and Justice for the Republic” I don’t see how the war took that away from them. 

The Oxford definition of Guardian is a defender, protector, or keeper. I fail to see how the Jedi stopped being any of these things because of the war.

Here’s the bottom line, the Jedi’s biggest mistake was that they fell for a plot 1,000 years in the making. The Sith spent over a millenia perfecting/hatching this plan, there was nothing the Jedi could’ve done to prevent the war by the time the trap was sprung. As always, I’m not saying the Jedi were perfect (I hate that I have to always specify that when I argue that the Jedi were good), all I’m saying is they tried to do the most good that they could with the situation they fell into - few groups/characters can claim the same thing.

Everyone seems to forget that the Sith controlled BOTH SIDES to that war, there was nothing - absolutely NOTHING the Jedi could’ve done that would’ve changed or won that war. So, instead they saved as many innocent lives as they could and to me, that’s very Jedi. 

Can you do a Liam dunbar smut where the reader is a hunter but is actually a werewolf and Liam finds out yk smut some what after that.

A/n: I hope you like it anon :) ps: Please guys use protection I beg you!

Warning: Smut

Liam Dunbar x Y/n

It was happening again, the hunters had returned to active in Beacon Hills and honestly it was disturbing.They had no mercy on any kind of creature and their goal was simply to defend humans. What was even more frightening was the fact that I was a hunter but also a werewolf.

Scott Mccall was the only one who knew this fact, it's actually a very complicated story of how he found out but the fact that my family was always part of the hunters and if they found out about my truth I would end up with a headshot. Scott helped me a lot, taught me many things and introduced me to many amazing people like Liam Dunbar, I would do anything for him, he is my best friend and I've learned to fight for what you love.

"Are you mad?" I asked to Liam.

"And why would I be?"

"Well, coming into the woods when Scott was very specific about telling you not to is kind of stupid don't you think?"

"Y/n, you are here with me right now."

"Because you don't listen to me, I came against my will."

"You can leave if you want, I just need to look for something before I go."

"I'm not leaving you here alone, I haven't lost my mind yet."

Liam smiled and turned to face me.

"I'm a werewolf Y/n, you are the human between the two of us."

"I'm a hunter Liam, you otherwise think with your emotions."

"Argh, sometimes your coldness makes me sad."

"Coldness?Me as your best friend I'm here in the middle of the forest to help you. Liam the hunters aren't forgiving."

"I know and I love you for it, you're the only one who listens to my crazy ideas."

I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. "Just get this over with so we can get out of here."

"Yes ma'am!" Liam said continuing to walk until he crouched in a pile of leaves and reached out to touch it. I was looking around and when I realized Liam was screaming and had an arrow in his hand.

"What the hell is this Liam?!" I said. "Get up we need to get out of here."

We didn't even had time to take the arrow out of his hand, we found ourselves surrounded with guns pointed at us. Surprisingly my mom comes out of the shadows with three hunters. "Y/n I need you to get away from this boy." She gave me the order. I however stood in front of Liam.

"And why would i do that?" I asked my mother.

"He's a werewolf Y/n, back off before he hurts you."

"I wouldn't do that to her." Liam said.

"You act on your emotions boy, you don't know what you say."

I lowered my head and took a deep breath looking back at my mom. The words she said were the same words that came out of my mouth and sometimes I didn't think how depressing that could be.

"Mother please put down your weapons, all of you. There's no reason..."

"No reason?You're one of us, if you don't back away I'll attack anyway Y/n."

I didn't know what feeling was going through my body whether it was anger or sadness. My family would never accept me as I really was. My breath quickened as my tears ran down my eyes as I stared at the ground, I felt my claws appear and my teeth change shape. When I looked back at my mom she looked back at me confused as she lowered her crossbow for a moment.

"If you want him, you'll have to go through me first." Then I let out a roar causing my mother to raise her crossbow again.

"You...How can you?"

"It saved me mom."

"It destroyed you!" She said crying looking at me. "You will leave and never come back, if I see you again there will be no second chances."

I stared at her confused as Liam pulled my hand away causing me to clumsily run with him towards where we parked the car. Once the two of us entered Liam drove the car away as quickly as possible and when they were away from the scene he finally looked at me.I couldn't say a word, I was in shock and at the same time I knew this was going to happen. Liam took his hand off the gearshift and took my hand. Finally I notice the arrow was long gone.

"She hates me."

"No, she doesn't hate you."

"Yes she hates me, I saw in her eyes. She hates me and will make my whole family hate me too."

"Y/n if your mom hated you she wouldn't have allowed you to run away. Maybe it's just a matter of time."

I wiped the tears that had trickled down my face and I heard Liam take a deep breath and park the car.

"Come on, don't be like this.I hate to see you sad it breaks my heart. I'm here with you, we have Scott's pack we'll help you."

"I know it's just really hard to be rejected by your own mother."

"It's not like that, I don't hate you. I could never hate you for being who you are." Liam said put I his hand on my face. "You are not alone Y/n, I will always be with you."

I smiled looking into his eyes and he smiled back. "I really want to kiss you right now but I don't think it's right."

I could see in his eyes, all the love he was giving to me. I cupped his face in both of my hands and leaned in to kiss him. Liam accepted the kiss without reluctance, he tried to put his hand on my waist but the car's brake was getting in the way. What started as a slow kiss was now an insatiable kiss. Liam pulled me over so I could sit on his lap so nothing got in the way. My hands slowly slipped inside his shirt as I moved down to his neck leaving a bite. I could hear him moan softly in my ear.

"Y/n, maybe..."

"Hmm?"

"Maybe we should stop, I don't want it to look like I'm trying to take advantage of you."

"I would never have thought you would be able to do something like that Liam. I really like you no matter what happened. You said yourself you want to see me happy, I want to be happy and you are my happiness."

Liam ran his hands around my waist without taking his eyes off me. "You know that saying these things to me is cowardice." he smiled. "I like you a lot and whatever you want me to do I'll do it for you."

"Then love me, right here and now."

So without delay Liam returned to our kiss again, the heat went through my body when I felt his hands pull my shirt to remove it, I quickly helped him with this work staying now in my bra. Liam kissed my neck while he gently traced his fingers from the base of my neck to the valley of my chest. His kisses went down until his hand went up my back and released my bra removing it and throwing to the side. He kissed my breasts and I just loved the feeling. Until it was my turn to remove his shirt and I went back to kissing his neck while unceremoniously unzipping Liam's pants.

At that moment my skirt had taken the same fate as all our clothes, somewhere in the car but not on our bodies. I kissed him like I depended on it.

"Are you sure about that my love?"

"Yes Liam I'm sure." I said this already holding his member and directing it in my entrance.I slid into him slowly hearing a grunt from him. "I'm going to need your help." I said it smiling.

Liam then suddenly pulled the seat lever and pushed the seat away from the steering wheel giving more room for both of us making me move involuntarily on him causing me to let out a moan making him laugh. Liam kissed me again holding my waist while I held his shoulders. He started moving my waist at a steady pace. Until I wrapped my arms around his neck and he hugged around my waist.

"I need more."

Liam moaned into my mouth and helped me increase my speed. At this point it was already raining outside and the car was all locked, now with the windows were all fogged up, it was a remote road and the chances of someone passing by were minimal.

"Babe I really need you to cum with me." Liam said putting a hand between us and finding my sensitive spot.

"Fuck Liam."

"You're close aren't you? I can feel you squeezing me."

It didn't take long to my whole body felt invaded by a wonderful feeling, my mouth went towards his shoulders leaving a bite trying to control all the electricity that passed through my body and soon I felt Liam coming inside me.

Trying to control our breathing I laid my head on his neck while he had his head in the car seat.

"We should have done this before." Liam said.

I smiled. "Definitely."

"You're coming home with me today and tomorrow we'll talk to Scott, deal?"

"Deal."

Moonlit Musings

The night is such a perfect time to face one’s darkest truths. Shrouded in the moon’s light what can one do but admit to their flaws. It can be a time of rejuvenation and rebirth, only if you let it.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

It was a quiet night.

The full moon hung high in the heavens accompanied by millions of stars. Not a cloud to be seen, an ideal night for passions to run wild. Normally people would be taking out their telescopes or arranging romantic picnics.

Sadly, nights like these only filled Sun Wukong with dread. It was a night like this when he was finally able to return after the Journey. That was the night he learned he had lost a precious treasure.

When he returned, he expected to be greeted by his subjects until Macaque showed himself. He expected to be strangled as the pale furred monkie admonished him for his recklessness. He expected to watch as fury transformed into tearful joy as they embraced one another for the first time in over five hundred years.

But that wasn’t what happened.

The moment he set foot back onto Flower Fruit Mountain, he sensed something was very wrong. Like his previous return trips, his subjects greeted him with loud celebrations. The new mothers showed off their infants. The young ones wasted no time climbing all over him, taking in the scent of their king.

The immortal elders, however, looked concerned.

That was when he realized Macaque’s scent on the mountain was far too faint. Even the magical signature of his clones no longer felt fresh.

Macaque was nowhere to be found. The monkeys reported Macaque had returned a few years after he stopped by the mountain earlier in the Journey but not as his usual self. He didn’t respond to any of their questions. He didn’t even take time to check in on the infants. He didn’t say a word.

He just entered the mansion, but no one saw him leave.

Entering the mansion, Wukong dashed to their room desperate for answers. Opening the doors, he saw the room was horribly empty, sure all of his belonging were exactly as he remembered them, but all of Macaque’s stuff was gone. Macaque’s closet was empty and all his books had vanished. Despite his desperate hopes, there wasn’t any signs of a struggle or hidden messages to be found.

Macaque left of his own free will, but why?

He couldn’t bring himself to sleep in the bed they shared so many nights together. Every time he dared, he awoke expect to be greeted with the comforting warmth of familiar presence, instead he opened his eyes to a cold emptiness.

The lack of answers broke his heart, but he didn’t have time to start tearing the landscape apart trying to find him. Now that he was back for good, he had so many responsibilities to catch up on. He was determined to be a good king for his subjects and that meant ughthinking things through. Plus, he wanted to spend as much time with his master and brothers as possible.

Then there was the concerning fact all his previous allies had severed their alliance with him.

Apparently after all the fuss with the Demon Bull King, word had spread that Wukong broke their alliance by disrespecting protocol and attacking the royal family. Plus, his new position as a defender of humanity annoyed more than a few respectable demons. Combined with the sheer number of powerful demons he killed on the Journey cemented the idea that having an alliance with him would only end poorly.

He was banned from court meetings and the other kings in the surrounding areas wanted nothing to do with him. The chaotic nature of his past had finally caught up to him and in the worst possible way.

He was still recognized as the Monkey King of the Sun Court but was effectively blacklisted. No one wanted to mess with him, but they also didn’t want to interact with him. Not good for his mental health to say the least.

Simians are naturally social creatures. Wukong was used to constantly being around other people and learning new things. His time imprisoned was not kind. His first year of freedom had him constantly climbing over his brothers and master just to reassure himself that this was real.

And now that he couldn’t reconnect with old faces unless it was through a battle to the death…It forced him to delve into old memories. Memories that while sweet only made the emptiness more pronounced.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

Sun Wukong smiled as he watched Macaque’s reaction.

The six-eared monkie was furiously pinching the bridge between his eyebrows after he shattered a boulder with a careless headbutt as though it would make his life mercifully easier. “You’ll have to explain it to me again. What did you mean by ‘no longer under Yama’s jurisdiction’?”

“Exactly what I said. I was napping. Having some time to myself, when out of nowhere some idiots tried to take my soul to the afterlife.” Wukong explained as though having entities of death rip out your soul to drag it to the underworld was no big deal.

“Bet you weren’t happy.” Macaque couldn’t help but smirk at the flippant tone. He just made it so difficult to stay mad.

“Not in the slightest. I barged my way to the top brass, bunch of cowards called the Ten Kings (totally undeserved titles by the way) and demanded what the fuck was going on.” He was still ticked off even if the payoff was sweet. Seriously! Did immortality mean nothing to these cowards? They couldn’t even play it off as him dying in battle. He was in the peak of his youth! “Can you believe they tried to play it off as a misunderstanding? Should have smacked the loudmouth when I was there.”

“So, through a series of ridiculous events, you erased your name from the records of the dead.” Macaque could easily piece together the rest from there. No matter how ridiculous the odds. He learned never to bet against his friend when a problem could be handled with brute strength or intimidation. If it didn’t look like such an answer was possible, clearly, they hadn’t experienced the force of a determined Wukong. Something about facing a ticked off monkie of practically infinite strength and invulnerability left harden conquerors pissing themselves.

It was hilarious.

“Not just mine. In my infinite wisdom, I erased the names of several of the monkey inhabitants of esteemed Flower Fruit Mountain, including yours.” Wukong playfully booped Macaque’s nose.

Turning away to hide a light blush, Macaque scoffed to cover his embarrassing response. “Typical. I can’t leave you alone for five minutes without you doing something insane.”

“I know. I’m just that awesome.”

“So what? Are we now double immortal?” That was the question wasn’t it. Due to their master’s instructions, they were immortal and ageless, so what exactly would this give them? He didn’t feel any different. He couldn’t sense any new powers or changes in his instincts.

His counterpart, however, had other things on his mind. “Who cares. All I know is that those idiots have no control over our souls anymore.” And with that the King took his rightful place across Macaque’s lap as the other returned to his scrolls.

Wukong instead took the time to examine his friend, who finally gained enough confidence to fully drop his glamour and embrace his true appearance.

He still couldn’t believe Macaque actually had six ears. The weird part was how natural they looked, almost as if seeing him with only two was bizarre. The coolest part was how each pair softly glowed a different color. Blue. Purple. Red. Sometimes Wukong would just stare at them, imagining that he could see glittering stars emanating from that glow.

Suddenly those magnificent ears twitched. Macaque didn’t bother looking up from the bamboo scroll. “A trespasser...multiple, boar and vulture demon. Another hunting party”.

“Again. Ugh. Don’t these idiots ever give up!” Don’t get him wrong, Wukong loved a good fight. What better way to prove how superior you are to others than to steal what’s most precious to them? But even he was starting to grow bored with the sheer number of hunters that thought kidnapping his subjects was a quick cash grab.

After the fifth army he returned in pieces to the surrounding upstart lords, you’d think they’d take a hint.

Thankfully he wasn’t the only powerhouse on the mountain. “I haven’t tasted blood in a while. Why don’t I defend the kingdom while your highness enjoys a show?” Macaque set aside his reading material, eyes glittering with bloodlust.

Wukong returned the smirk with one of his own. “I’m always up for a good thrashing. One request: make it glorious.”

“Don’t I always.” Macaque joked as he retrieved his spear from his own shadow.

Wukong summoned his cloud and claimed a good vantage point. Once again, he marveled at his friend’s hearing. Judging by the distance it would have been at least three hours before he would have detected their presence.

Kicking back, he transformed some hair into a fruit platter and waited for the screams.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

To this day, Wukong knew Macaque was alive. Thanks to his efforts combined with the intense training, the monkie was double immortal. Besides, that monkkie was way too stubborn to die. He would survive purely on spite if he had to.

Macaque left, but why?

While he may have effectively isolated himself, that didn’t mean he didn’t hear about the other courts. A few centuries ago, he heard rumors about the formation of a new court by someone under the title of the Macaque King. Supposedly they were a powerful monkie who knew way more than he had the right to. For a brief moment, Wukong dared to hope it was his old friend, but it didn’t last. The few recounts he caught described him with black fur. Besides, he knew how much Macaque hated the title of King. Even when Wukong offered him the position as co-ruler of his kingdom, the pale monkie adamantly refused.

Still, he was curious.

For a few weeks he could have sworn he detected a familiar scent hiding underneath Mk’s. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed. A few of the immortal monkeys questioned him on the mango infused scent and what his plans were. It was almost too much to take in.

To think he returned to teach his student instead of showing his face. It hurt just to think about it. He chose to ignore the beckoning scent until it became impossible to ignore MK’s leap in progress. Then it just vanished like it hadn’t been testing his patience. Like it hadn’t brought him to the brink of shaking the kid upside down until he confessed where his old friend was hiding. The kid probably grew wise, or someone told him to change his bathing habits, and by the next training session it was all but gone.

Dragging his hand down his face, Wukong tried to reevaluate his thoughts.

Getting mad at the kid wasn’t going to solve anything. He knew he hadn’t been the most attentive master. Hell, the whole hammer exercise at its core was a desperate attempt to remove a painful reminder of better times. His master would be disappointed in how he was running away from his problems, but would encourage him to take the steps to be better. Zhu Bajie would be a sarcastic little shit, trying to get him riled up so the monkie would prove him wrong. Sha Wujing would sit him down and wouldn’t let him leave until they talked everything through.

He had to make things right with the kid. He deserved a better master. And this New Years he was gonna get one.

He spoke, praying the winds would carry his voice to his Warrior.

“Macaque. I know it’s been a while, but…I-I want to talk. I know you’re out there, somewhere I can’t reach. I miss sparring with you. I miss lazy days napping in the shade by your side. I miss defending the mountain as we held contests to see who could take out the most trespassers before their common sense kicked in. I miss you. Please come home.”

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

The moon was high in the sky. Stars danced in the heavens as the faintest hints of vibrations pulsed through the concrete from the late-night dance clubs. MK lay awake, his mind struggling to make sense of it all.

Ever since Macaque disappeared in order to remain undetected, he kept thinking about his relationship with the Monkey King. Sure, he was being trained and he was definitely making progress. The monkie was still on his case for supposedly cheating on him with another mentor. Nothing MK said or did could make the monkie think otherwise. Thankfully, he was no longer shooting him suspicious glares, but the underlying tension remained.

The sad truth is they just weren’t that close.

He would have expected to learn more about the Monkey King on a personal and emotional level, but he just couldn’t get past that wall. Their training sessions felt more like just the Monkey King arranged just to get it over with. There was no passion at all.

Okay, perhaps that last bit was an exaggeration.

When you peered past the arrogance and pride, you found one socially awkward monkie. It was similar to Red Son the more he thought about it, both seemed to find it difficult to talk to or relate to others in a friendly setting. Sure, Monkey King projected a friendly demeanor and called him “bud”, but if he didn’t know any better he could have sworn the monkie was afraid to take that final step.

The last few sessions had taken a bit of a turn in a positive direction as Sandy would say. Maybe Monkey King decided it was time to make a change? Maybe this was all a trick so MK would lower his guard and reveal Macaque’s identity? Maybe he was just tired and should have conked out an hour ago?

Maybe.

Reality was so different from the legends. When Tang first introduced him to the Monkey stories, he was hooked. He loved listening to the tales of the infamous trickster that flipped off every major religious figure with unbridled confidence. Meeting the Great Sage in the flesh was like a dream come true until he was exposed to the King’s less pleasant tendencies.

Mk couldn’t help but wonder just how much confidence the Monkey King had in his training skills. Did he ever train someone before? Could MK talk to someone about this without appearing even more ungrateful than he already looked? Why didn’t he stop Red Son from unsealing his father when he was there? Why didn’t he simply seal the entire family when they were reunited? Why did the five times immortal sage decide that now he needed to train a disciple? Was Monkey King not telling him something important?

He had so many questions and not even the foggiest idea of where to start looking. Or perhaps he did?

The truth was he missed Macaque. The dark-furred monkie may have only taught him for a month, but the progress he made and the level of care he was exposed to made him feel as though he had finally unlocked the ability to fly.

He missed the regular grooming. He missed learning about the demon community. He missed learning new ways to mess with Red Son through appropriate court manners.

Watching the fire user freeze up at the term “honorable prince of the Iron Bull Court” just made him laugh, when his hair combusted it really matched his face. Now that he thought about it, were those horns starting to peek out of his forehead? And maybe the slightest hint of a tufted tail swiping the bottom of his coat? Seeing the demon frantically compose himself was a treat he didn’t know he needed. He still had the video saved as one of his favorites, didn’t hurt that Mei caught it at the perfect angle.

Oh yeah, he missed that.

With any luck, New Years would be the start of something better.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

On an island that remained surrounded by unquenchable storms, a single black-furred monkie sat cross-legged in a secluded part attached to the palace. All around him fruit trees and bushes bore a hefty bounty releasing an intoxicating scent of life.

Ears twitched.

Macaque opened his eyes, aroused from his meditation. It was odd. He had the faintest sensation that someone had been talking about him. Now that wasn’t exactly unusual, he made plenty of allies and enemies across the centuries. What was odd was that the voice sounded like someone he once cherished.

But that couldn’t be right.

The deceptive silence of his personal orchard gave him no answers. Not that he really expected it to.

For some reason he refused to identify, Macaque turned to the single peach tree in the grove. A tribute from his past and a reminder of his mistakes. But it was also a valuable resource once he learned the truth about the peach’s properties. He used its powers to protect many happy relationships, if only it could have helped him so long ago.

No matter.

He still had many projects to work on, including one successor just rife with insecurities. He honestly felt bad ducking out as he did. If things were different, he would have offered him a new life. His Stars were always happy to welcome a new member into their budding community.

As a bonus, his presence would have interrupted their constant attempts to set him up with new dates. He adored their efforts but being paired with partners who only wanted power or he would view only as friends was not something he enjoyed. Although watching them mentally destroy those they didn’t find suitable for him was quite entertaining.

Either way, New Years was coming up fast and he still needed to approve a few changes. His Stars were determined to make sure this event topped last years in every way possible, but they had to make sure they didn’t set the orchard on fire again. Or worse, they could launch the fireworks into the storm barrier. He wasn’t sure why or how, but the tornadoes and clouds turned different colors as explosions rang throughout the night.

It was beautiful but lost its charm after the third day.

may i sit? (h.p.)

prompt requested by @oh-no-whoopsie: from what you were taught, slytherins and gryffindors weren’t supposed to get along, much to your dismay. a certain gryffindor had caught your eye and you desperately wanted him to know who you were. when you are having a bad day, you receive comfort from an unexpected guest...

pairing: harry potter x fem! slytherin reader

warnings: crying, anxiety, isolation, loneliness

word count: 2.4k

It was never explained to you as a first year student, but you had always followed the unspoken rule that Slytherins and Gryffindors had a merciless rivalry. You feared being ostracized by your house if you were to befriend a Gryffindor that someone had a vendetta against, so instead you focused on maintaining friendships within your house. This way, there was no risk of being outcast and strengthened the relationships with those who were similar in personalities to you.

However, you did feel like your lack of interaction with some Gryffindors made you miss out on exciting experiences. Since you were friendly with the Weasleys, you didn’t get invited to common room parties that they threw, you didn’t get invited to study sessions with Granger in the library, you didn’t hang out in the courtyards with Longbottom. You just stuck to your non-Gryffindor friends and hoped that it would be enough. 

But you did find days where you would longingly find yourself watching as Hermione Granger looped her arm with Harry Potter’s, throwing her head back in laughter at something he had said in passing. He would lightly smile as he watched his best friend laugh before shaking his head and rolling his eyes. His eyes...what would it be like to stare into those beautiful green eyes...

Only problem was when Harry did catch your eyes, your cheeks flushed a bright crimson red as you darted you gaze away from him. It was like it felt wrong to look at him. If someone caught you stealing longing glances at him, that they would tell everyone else in Slytherin house and that would be the breaking point. 

So instead of letting yourself look at him and him to you, you would bury your head into some other business and brush aside the thoughts that crept into your mind of what it would be like for the Chosen One to speak your name on his lips. 

You thought it was silly for you to have a crush on Potter. First of all, majority of your house didn’t like the boy at all. In fact, they found him arrogant and self-absorbed, and immature. Secondly, you had little to no interaction with him through out your five years with him at Hogwarts. Maybe once you bumped into him at the library and muttered a sorry to each other, but nothing more. No real conversations. Even though you craved to know more about him than just general knowledge, you would remind yourself that it wasn’t in Slytherins’ nature to befriend Gryffindors. 

And again the cycle continued of being with your non-Gryffindor friends, watching Gryffindors’ friendships blossom, daydream of what could be, sigh over Harry Potter, distract yourself from Harry Potter, and repeat. 

It became exhausting at times. Constantly having to tell yourself no to something that you really wanted. Something that you knew you would enjoy. You knew that you would get along well with people like the Weasleys and Granger and Potter and Thomas and Longbottom. It didn’t matter that your house was different from theirs. But the fear of not being accepted by your own house consumed you to the part where it would drive you to tears on occasion.

Loneliness was always a fear of yours. You had always liked to surround yourself with people you loved, friends, family, or both. It was their presence that made you feel warm and comforted. But some days, it was hard to not feel alone. There were days where you wished your house wasn’t so competitive or pretentious. You wished that your house could let down its guard and actually enjoy school for what it was rather than view it as a jungle, a competition. Hunter and prey. Keeping up with it all was exhausting and you were exhausted to say the least.

Wallowing in your pity, you found a small bench in the outdoor hallways of Hogwarts, knees pulled up to your chest as you rested your back against the concrete wall, the cool temperature calming your warm body. You sniffled and wiped small tears that fell from your eyes as you cried quietly to yourself.

You loved your Slytherin house friends, you really did. They were fiercely loyal to you and would defend you at the drop of a hat. They were funny and witty and charming and intelligent and you loved being around them. But sometimes, you wished that they would be more open to the idea of being around new people. People who were different in nature, but majority of them protested. Pansy would always argue, “We have everything we need in each other, (Y/N). Why would we go out and make friends with others when we are perfectly fine on our own?” She earned the nods of a few heads as you sighed in defeat.

Maybe to see what being with others with different interests and wants and desires in life would be refreshing. Being around Gryffindors could bring a new sense of excitement into your life. It could be good; a change. A new start. 

But that wasn’t realistic. You knew that if you became friends with a Gryffindor secretly, your friends would give you hell for it. They would implore you on why you needed someone else, a Gryffindor, as a friend. Especially if it were someone like-

“Are you alright?” a voice interrupts your thoughts as you sniffle and look in the direction of the voice.

Standing a little down the hall a couple feet away was the boy with those captivating green eyes. Harry Potter wore a concerned expression on his face as he watched you wipe away the tears that gently fell from your eyes. His green eyes stared into yours, hoping that you would answer him. 

Your heart beats a little quicker at the sight of him and you blinked a few times to make sure this wasn’t some sort of hallucination or prank being pulled on you. Quickly snapping out of it, you spoke, “Yeah, yeah,” wiping your eyes, “I’m fine. Thanks.”

Harry took a few steps closer to you, very cautiously as to not make you skittish. He knew that his presence could make some people wary or uncomfortable, so he tried to approach the situation of an already crying girl very carefully. “You sure?” he implores. “I don’t like seeing people alone. Especially if they’re upset...”

His concern for you was endearing, especially since you had barely spoken to each other before. You wipe your nose on the cuff of your jumper as you shake your head. “It’s alright. I’m used to it at this point, I guess,” you shrug, the words falling from your mouth as Harry gives you a concerned look. You did this often? his eyes seemed to ask as you shook your head. “Not like that,” you let out a light laugh. “I guess I’m just...” you start before realizing who you’re talking to. With a gulp and a look at him, you shake your head, “Never mind, it’s not important anyway.”

Before you can rise from the bench to excuse yourself to go to the Slytherin common room and pull yourself together, Harry stops you. “You don’t have to go,” Harry sticks his hands out, preventing you from rising. “I mean, I’m the one who interrupted you, I should be going,” he insists as you give him a small smile. “But I can assure you, whatever you were upset about isn’t something to brush off if it made you sad enough to cry,” he gives you a sad smile. 

You sigh and shake your head. “You’re right,” you admit with a surrendering smile as Harry returns one. “But you don’t need to leave either. This isn’t my hallway,” you joke as he gives you another smile.

The two of you watch each other for a moment, in silence, taking the other in. Harry notices how he’s seen you around a few times and maybe chatted to you before, but didn’t know you well enough to strike up conversation. But for some reason, Harry felt compelled to sit and talk with you tonight. It was like he was supposed to stumble upon you like this. Harry clears his throat. “May I sit?” he asks quietly.

Your heart flutters and an involuntary smile appears on your cheeks as you nod your head. “Of course,” you scoot over on the bench so Harry can sit next to you comfortably. 

Harry takes the spot next to you with a smile and turns toward you as you lean back on the concrete wall. “I’ve seen you around before, but I don’t think I know your name,” he speaks. “I’m Harry,” he extends his hands to you, offering a shake.

With a small smile, you accept his gesture. “I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you, Harry,” you tell him as he nods. “You don’t have to feel obligated to sit with me because you walked in on me crying though,” you try to excuse him, but Harry profusely shakes his head.

“No, no, no,” he speaks. “I want to make sure you’re not alone. In case you need someone to talk to...” he offers as you give him a sad smile. “We don’t need to talk if you don’t want to though. I can sit here and you can talk and I can listen. Or you don’t need to talk and I can distract you. Or we can just sit here until you feel better,” he gives you a happy smile.

Could the boy be any more perfect? You practically swooned at his words, he was so thoughtful to someone he had literally just formally met seconds ago. And yet he was so kind and gentle with you. The thought alone of him wanting to be there for you was overwhelmingly genuine. For someone with as much status and popularity as Harry, you didn’t expect him to be so down to Earth. 

You quietly thank Harry as he nods, understanding completely. The two fo you sit in silence for a little while as you collect your thoughts, feelings, and emotions before sighing. “I guess,” you start. “I feel a little lonely sometimes,” you admit to the Gryffindor. Harry nods his head, completely understanding. “I have great friends and a wonderful family,” you tell him, “but sometimes, I can’t help but feel like I’m so lonely here.” Harry hangs onto every word that comes out of your mouth, intently listening to what you have to say. “I do like being a Slytherin. Both of my parents were,” you tell him. “But I want to branch out and be friends with other people who aren’t Slytherin.”

Harry gives you a puzzled look. “What’s holding you back?” he asks.

Sighing, you speak, “I know that not all Slytherins are fond of other houses. Especially Gryffindors,” you look at Harry who just chuckles. “I fear that if I do become friends with others, especially Gryffindors, I’ll be ostracized by my friends in Slytherin,” you confide in him.

Harry shakes his head and sighs. He understood in a way about what you were going through. The pressure could be a lot for someone and he hated the look on your face as you expressed your situation to him. Harry wished he could make things better, he really wanted to. “Can I give you a bit of advice?” he speaks as you nod. “Let’s say you do become friends with a Gryffindor,” he says, “and your Slytherin friends do that to you,” he continues as you clench at his words, “and I’m not saying they will,” he retaliates before continuing, “but if they do...(Y/N), those people aren’t your friends.” Harry gives you a soft look as you sigh, knowing that he had a point. “Friends don’t come along with terms and conditions,” he speaks. “They are friends. They are supposed to support you. Not support you when it suits their best interest.”

His words were very true and carried a wise beyond his years weight. But it was illuminating to you in a way you didn’t think of before. His insight was much needed. “You’re right, Harry,” you sigh as he smiles, his advice succeeding in bringing you clarity. “Thank you.”

He beams, “Surely.” You lightly chuckle. “With all that being said,” he starts. “I hope you know that we can surely be friends, (Y/N).” Your eyes widen and mouth lightly falls open. He wanted to be friends? Was this a sympathy move or did he genuinely want to get to know you? “I hope you don’t think I’m saying any of it because of the circumstances,” he clarifies, “I think you’re lovely.”

Your cheeks slowly burn as a smile inches its way onto your lips. He thinks I’m lovely. His kind words mean more to you than he’ll ever know. You give him a shy look before accepting, “I’d like to be friends, too, Harry.”

Harry smiles and for a moment, you think there’s a similar rosy hue on his cheeks. “Brilliant,” he speaks quietly. Carefully, he places a hand on yours, “I’d like to be there for you, (Y/N). Whenever you need it.”

The contact of his skin on yours makes your stomach do a flip as you gulp, eyes glued on his hand placed delicately on yours. Slowly, you look up at Harry who pushes his glasses up on his face as they fall on the bridge of his nose. He was quite adorable, wasn’t he? “The same goes for you, Harry,” you tell him. “I’m here.”

You gently squeezed his hand as you saw him inhale deeply. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes, observed the way they flickered and the way the colors danced. Harry’s eyes felt comforting and familiar; like you trusted him already for some odd reason. But you relished in the feeling of this new found comfort. 

The two of you gently peeled your hands away from each other before Harry clears his throat. “Before I saw you, I was on the way to the kitchens to snag a snack for Ron and I. Would you like to join me?” he asks with a light smile.

Nodding your head with a smile, you speak, “Sounds like fun. Plus, I know where the house elves keep the fresh biscuits.”

Harry chuckles, “I think we’re going to be good friends, (Y/N).”

The two of you laugh and start making your way to the kitchens. But you had to agree with Harry. You had a really good feeling about this friendship.