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mostlycompetentwriter · 3 years

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The Dreamz

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Seo Changbin

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Language, Smut

Genre: Established Relationship

Summary: It’s your first Christmas with your boyfriend, Changbin. You want to make it memorable and surprise him, but maybe it’s Changbin who’s determined to make it unforgettable for you.

A/N: This was written for @clandestine-lixie‘s Smutmas Collab!!!

You were a sentimental person at heart, and the people closest to you had always entertained your tendencies to take things to the extreme, especially when they involved your firsts.

For example, when you were barely seven-years-old, you were over-the-moon excited for your first dance recital, and you planned well in-advance for the event. You put on a pre-show for your family members exclusively in the living room of your childhood home, and you demanded that everyone dress-up for the occasion (even though it wasn’t required); and after the show, you forced your mother to take you out for dinner where you ate far too many cookies while indulging a very sugary milkshake.

And this tendency for the extreme persisted well into your older age, illuminating some of the finer memories you had of your most special moments. Like moving in with your boyfriend for the first time when you threw an impromptu party that very same evening despite Changbin wanting nothing more than to collapse on the new king-sized mattress in your bedroom.

But at this point, the two of you had been living together for close to six months, and since this was your first Christmas together with Changbin in the brand new apartment you had leased together, you were determined to make it memorable.

Too bad Changbin was making things far more difficult than they needed to be, and you would think the man would know the finer details of Christmas tree decorating.

“No, Bin,” you sighed. “You can’t just put all the ornaments in the same area! They have to be spread out.”

Changbin chuckled when you snatched away the adorable BB8 ornament he had been attempting to perch next to the other droid.

“Maybe you should do it instead,” Changbin suggested, and he was clearly amused at your frazzled attempts to decorate the Christmas tree.

“We should do it together,” you insisted, taking a step back to scrutinize the work you had completed thus far. “It’s important to make our first Christmas memorable.”

“Oh, I can make it memorable,” Changbin said with a cheeky wink, and he sat down behind you on one of the loveseats surrounding the fireplace. “We should start a new tradition,” Changbin continued, and he waited until you had adjusted a few more ornaments in place before giving him your undivided attention.

“What kind of tradition?”

“Let’s open one present tonight, babe,” Changbin said, and he was next to you in a second, reaching for one of the packages from the back. “Unwrap this.”

“Oh?” you huffed, accepting the present from him. “It sounds like you were already planning for this to happen.”

“Well?” Changbin shrugged. “We used to do this when I was a kid, so I thought you might like it...”

You sighed, feeling an insurmountable weakness for Changbin’s pout. “Fine,” you agreed, and you surveyed the pile of presents you had purchased for Changbin conglomerated together. “Open this one,” you said, locating a familiar package.

“You first,” Changbin said, and he pulled you down onto his lap with his present discarded next to him; clearly, this was meant for him to enjoy just as much as you.

“Eager tonight?” you teased him.

“This gives me reason to be,” Changbin said with eyes that were literally sparkling with mischief, and you were careful with the wrapping paper while finding yourself thoroughly amused by Changbin’s excitement.

“What is it, anyway?” you questioned aloud, reaching the small black box that had previously been hidden by the bright red paper.

“You should find out,” Changbin suggested, even though he was already a step ahead of you in removing the tape holding the edges in place.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” you asked, feigning annoyance as you sorted through the tissue paper, feeling yourself start to frown when your fingertips touched what felt like the most delicate satin that you had ever encountered.

But the texture of the gift wasn’t enough to keep you from over-reacting to the scandalous revelation of what had been waiting inside the gift wrap. “Changbin!” you screeched, tossing aside the lingerie like it had physically burned you.

“Hey!” Changbin protested. “That was expensive!”

“You bought me lingerie!” you hissed, flinching away when he dangled the very tiny pair of black panties in front of your eyes.

“You’ll look sexy in this,” Changbin purred, and he encouraged you to take it from him. “Will you try it on for me?”

“Try it on?” you repeated, hesitantly accepting the thin piece of fabric that might as well have been nonexistent.

“It’s a matching set,” Changbin said, and he reached over for the strapless bra that happened to be lined with a very delicate lace pattern. “I had a store associate help me find it.”

“You went shopping around a lingerie store with an associate?” you questioned, feeling a spike of unjustified jealousy. “She didn’t model it for you, did she?”

Changbin snorted. “No, my model is right here,” he said, taking your hand to fold the other barely-there piece of intimate fabric into your hand. “Please, baby?”

Had you already pointed out your weakness for his pout?

“Alright,” you agreed, whining at Changbin’s outlandish enthusiasm to see you practically naked in your living room.

Ten minutes later, you found yourself fidgeting nervously in front of the floor-length mirror in your bedroom, tugging at the straps of Changbin’s gracious gift for you.

“Is it supposed to be this small?” you wondered because the panties barely covered your ass and the lacy top did little to protect your cleavage from practically spilling over the top.

“Y/N!” Changbin sing-songed from the living room. “Are you ready?”

“Give me a second,” you called out, huffing under your breath at the absurdity of the circumstances. “This ‘gift’ of yours isn’t very practical,” you continued once you left the bedroom and made the short walk to the living room where Changbin was waiting.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Changbin said, and his eyes were already glossed over as they remained glued to your form.

“Hey! It doesn’t even fit right,” you complained, but you could tell the comment wasn’t even registering in Changbin’s lust--addled brain as he looked you over with a dark, studious gaze.

“You’re gorgeous,” Changbin eventually remarked, pulling you closer in spite of your protests.

You found yourself standing in between his thighs, trying not to shiver at the touch of his hands on your waist even though the fire was burning right behind you. “It doesn’t cover much,” you said, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around your torso.

“Exactly,” Changbin exhaled, and you rolled your eyes at the little things that impressed him. “Your tits look amazing.”

“Changbin!” you whined again, but this time he laughed and encouraged you to straddle his lap. “Is this really a gift for me?”

“Of course!” Changbin insisted, even as he maintained the appearance of someone who had just won the lottery, running his hands across your ass and up your waist to cup your breasts. “Come here,” he whispered, urging you to connect your lips with his in a heated kiss that betrayed the extent of the damage that your little show had done to Changbin’s arousal.

“You’re hard,” you said against the taste of him, rolling your hips against his own just to feel the friction of his clothed erection against your clit.

“Can’t help it,” Changbin said, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair with a growl, pulling you lower so that he could speak directly into your ear. “Bend over the couch for me.”

You whimpered at the request, but you forced your legs to work in an effort to lift yourself from Changbin’s lap. It was hard to focus, feeling more and more wetness gather between your legs at his intense stare following you while you positioned yourself for him. “Like this?” you asked in a hushed tone, resting your hips against the arm of the couch and spreading your legs even further apart.

“Yeah,” Changbin agreed, and you could feel yourself growing excited when you heard his footsteps nearing you, hands rough as they gripped your hips in a vice-like hold. “Such a good girl for me.”

You nodded your head - it was the only thing you could do when Changbin was in this kind of mood. Because his desire for you promised all sorts of erotic temptations, and you could barely contain yourself when he started to roll your panties down your legs, fingertips following a sensual trail that left goosebumps in their wake. His actions were sultry and smooth, but there was a degree of hurried anticipation that had you swallowing hard when two of his fingers found their way inside of your already dripping cunt.

“Fuck,” Changbin cursed, and you could only agree while cherishing the glide of his fingers against the walls of your pussy, stretching you out for him in just the way you liked. Because it made you feel full and desperate, and you were rolling your hips back against his shallow penetrations, allowing you to do most of the work while he no doubt watched from above with the same dark eyes that had reduced you to a moaning mess.

“Changbin,” you managed around a groan. “Please fuck me.”

“Can I?” Changbin asked, but you knew the question was meant to tease you - a test to see just how fast you could thrust back on his fingers, crying out when he curled them just right to brush against your sweet spot. “Are you ready for my cock?”

“Yes!” you sobbed, and Changbin was generous enough to have mercy on you in this pathetic state, pushing down his sweatpants just enough to free his erection, rubbing the tip against your entrance.

“I’m gonna ruin this pussy,” Changbin promised with a rough growl that was followed by the sudden slam of his cock deep inside, and he didn’t bother to wait for you to adjust to his generous girth, pulling back out before settling into a powerful and non-relenting pace that had you already seeing stars.

It was sudden, but generous, and you couldn’t help but think that his cock was made for you, stretching your tender pussy so well, accommodating his length and girth as your walls hugged his erection in a desperate attempt to keep him inside forever. Because it was where he belonged, and you were certain that there was no better situation than the one you found yourself in - splitting in half around Changbin’s cock as he pummeled his hips against your own, bruising your delicate waist and ass with his overzealous touches.

“We’re definitely keeping this set,” Changbin said, ignoring your whimper of pain when he snapped the band of your panties into place, toying with the lace around the edges.

“Changbin,” you said. “I’m close.”

“Me too, baby,” Changbin said, but it was hard to tell since he hadn’t let up once in his brutal thrusts - like he was determined to reach as far as possible, touching places that he had never felt before, stuffing your pussy full of his cock while grunting with the effort of his movements.

It was all a masterful trap to reduce you to nothing but tears, and you soon found yourself teetering on the precipice, sensing your orgasm just out of reach, until Changbin maneuvered his hand down between the couch where you both remained connected, flicking his thumb across your clit in a series of measured strokes that lit the flame of arousal threatening to burn you alive from the inside.

You cried out when your orgasm hit, reaching out to support yourself against the cushions while Changbin continued to chase his own high, stimulating you just right while you rode out the waves of pleasure before crashing against the shore - feeling utterly exhausted while he started to move you on his own, and there was a renewed strength as he moved you up and down his cock, faster and faster until you thought you might cum again from the effort.

But then Changbin’s hips stuttered against yours, and you could feel the evidence of his release as it warmed your insides. “Y/N,” Changbin gasped, and you took some personal triumph in the fact that he sounded out of breath, even after visiting the gym that morning.

“Binnie,” you said with a mischievous smirk, collecting your breath and thoughts while he recovered from behind you. “Are there anymore lingerie sets under our tree?”

You knew it was a dangerous question, capable of setting him off once more, but Changbin merely collected you against his chest with a strong arm around your waist, lips brushing against the side of your neck. “Baby, I can promise you that you won’t be able to walk if I have one more go at this pussy.”

You moaned when his hand reached down to cup your heat over the very thin fabric of your new panties, sending you a very obvious message because Changbin never broke his promises. “Should we call it an early night?” you asked, turning around his arms to connect your lips. “The faster we go to sleep, the sooner it’ll be Christmas.”

“Shower and bed?” Changbin asked, holding you close while brushing his fingers through your hair.

“Just your average Christmas Eve,” you said, and you could feel his smirk against your lips as he kissed you with the remnants of the passion from your earlier coupling, solidifying the fact that your first Christmas with Changbin was, indeed, nothing short of memorable.

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shypotato-translations · 3 years

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QTVW Chapter 19

Showbiz* Sexy Queen (VI)

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Ling Yi Yao finally drank the so-called "love" green bean soup. Although she didn't know why she did it, she knew very well that if she didn't do it, this strange woman in front of her would definitely do something that she would regret.

It was an instinct she had acquired on the battlefield after years of experience in the midst of gunfire, and now she felt a crisis that also sent chills down her spine.

Mei Mu Lan saw the spring smile on her face after she drank the soup.

She was already extremely gorgeous, and when she smiled, she was even more charming, and the few staff members who were quietly watching from across the room couldn't help but cover their beating hearts when they saw this scene.

Mei Mu Lan took back the thermos and packed all these things away, then immediately asked Ling Yi Yao with a serious face, saying,

“I don't know much about anything and I've never acted before, so I'm going to work very hard this coming week to learn from you, and I won't let you down!”

Ling Yi Yao: “……”

Why does it always feel like that, something doesn't sound right?

Mei Mu Lan continued,

“Good, I'm glad we've come to an understanding, so I think it's a good idea to move in with you so that we can study night and day. You see, I'm good-looking, so I won't bring down your taste when I walk with you; I have four-star hotel cooking skills, so I can make you eat delicious food; I can also talk with you to relieve your boredom, be a mood bin and so on; I can also……”

Mei Mu Lan made a mishmash of words and phrases, words that came out automatically without her being aware of them. In the end, even she believed that she was so talented that the person she was 'dating' was taking advantage of her.

Ling Yi Yao: “……”

No, it's always been you.

Ling Yi Yao smiled stiffly and said,

“It's not good for us to live together, it's not convenient.”

A very clear indication of rejection that any ordinary person could understand.

But it was clear that Mei Mu Lan was no ordinary person, as she turned pale and went from bright sunshine to thunder and lightning in a fraction of a second.

She saw her head slightly lowered and the back of her white hand wiped her cheek, and crystal drops of water fell on the back of her hand,

“I thought……,”

Her slow voice said,

“We've spent so much time together that we've at least been friends, but……”

Her voice was as mournful and silent as the autumn breeze sweeping through the hearts of the people.

Before Ling Yi Yao could react, a cry sounded again. Although the voice only had two tones, it could fully express the owner's disbelief, heartache, grief and despair at that moment.

And it is because there are only two tones that the tolerance of the owner of the voice can be expressed in a way that is so clear.

Ling Yi Yao instantly felt that she had done something unjustifiably bad, and the staff around her, who were seriously working and actually watching the show, couldn't help but tsk twice and sigh longingly to the heavens,

“People's hearts are not in the right place,”

“The times are changing,”

“Rites and ceremonies are in ruins,”

“The world is a cold place,”

Ling Yi Yao drew a cold breath in her heart and could barely keep the smile off her face, while the woman opposite her was already crying with her shoulders shaking.

Ling Yi Yao frowned, thinking that this person's behaviour was really weird and scary, but although this person was behaving strangely, as far as she could see, she hadn't done anything too out of the ordinary, and as for the previous ones, they were just the daily behaviour of fans towards their idols, which was understandable.

She frowned and said,

“I think of you as a friend, but living together, it's……”

Her words were interrupted as the woman opposite looked up, teary-eyed, but still smiling brightly, and said,

“It's convenient, right? Don't worry, I'll follow you when you're done, I won't get lost.”

Ling Yi Yao: “……”

This inexplicable chest tightness and heartache!

Just as Ling Yi Yao wanted to speak again and explain clearly, an abrupt man's voice interjected and he said,

“Yao Yao, is this a friend of yours?”

Mei Mu Lan and Ling Yi Yao looked over together and saw a dozen men and women in suits walking over, and standing at the front was the man who had just spoken, looking about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, playing with a white mobile phone in his hand, taking off his suit jacket and wearing only a white handmade shirt because of the somewhat hot weather, the corners of his mouth and eyebrows were frivolously raised, and the whole person looked somewhat cynical.

Mei Mu Lan scanned him and inclined her head, then saw the woman who was following him and holding his suit.

This woman was familiar to her, namely Bai Jieying, who had been interviewed with her yesterday, and when Mei Mu Lan saw her, she guessed the identity of the visitor.

The thought occurred to her: This man is the male lead in this novel, Ling Yi Yao's uncle Ling Tianye. It seems that the power of the plot is indeed great, the male and female leads finally met and hooked up even earlier than before, it is written in the original novel that the female lead only agreed to become Ling Tianye's mistress on the third day after the interview, but from the current situation, they should have fallen in love last night, right?

Mei Mu Lan looked at Bai Jieying, and saw that she was exuding charming beauty, her body was shaking, and she looked like she had been tortured all night, which made Mei Mu Lan grimace.

Naturally, Ling Yi Yao could see what was going on between them and asked,

“Ling Tianye, why are you free to come to the set today?”

Ling Tianye looked at Mei Mu Lan with interest and hooked out a reply,

“I came to have a look and recommend someone to try out for the crew, here……”

As he said this, he dragged Bai Jieying behind him into his arms and said,

“This is a new toy I found, it looks good, doesn't it? It's fun to play with it, and since she's making me comfortable, it's only natural that I should pay her back a little.”

Bai Jieying's face was white, she didn't expect this man to tell the truth about their deal in public, and he said it in such an unpleasant way, as if she was a cheap woman who had fallen back on him, she didn't dare to look at the expressions of the people around her, her nails were embedded in her hands, her heart was overwhelmed with hatred, thinking: when I become famous, I will kick you, this slag, immediately!

Ling Yi Yao only casually glanced at Bai Jieying before looking at Ling Tianye and said,

“This one wasn't bad, it looked much cleaner than the previous warbler, but the pay was too high.”

The director, who had been concentrating on filming the scene, saw Ling Tianye, the director’s investor and a good friend, had come to the set, so he also came over, and after seeing what was happening here, he said,

“This woman came to the audition yesterday, we were there, and her acting skills were not good at all, she was very stiff and weak, so she was dismissed. I didn't expect her to find you there, man, this is our company's annual blockbuster, the company's masterpiece in the film industry, don't mess around, if you want to play, invest in a small budget film for her, give her a chance to play.”

Ling Tianye stretched his hands and pushed Bai Jieying to the side in a bored manner, saying to her helplessly,

“As you can see, Wang Ye did not agree to your role, and what did you tell me last night, you said you were a good actress but those people had backing, so I agreed to your role, but look at the result now, this is making me look bad in public, okay, assistant, write her a cheque and kick her out.”

Bai Jieying cried out on the spot, she grew up without a father, but her mother has always been powerful and awesome, rich and beautiful, and she has always been sought after and adored by others, but ever since her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend, everything has gone wrong for her, her mother wants her to marry a balding old man in his forties, her stepfather doesn't care about her, and she chooses to go into the entertainment industry, but has no corresponding work experience and no acting skills, so she was always rejected.

By the time she got a good chance, she was also brushed off.

Last night, after accidentally meeting this young and wealthy man, she committed herself to him for her future, and now she is in this situation.

This time, she would definitely keep it in her heart, she thought with hatred, her eyes coldly swept a glance at Ling Yi Yao and Mei Mu Lan, then looked at Ling Tianye with resentment, raised her head and left in high pride.

Ling Yi Yao's face sank, this was the first time someone had given her a scowl, and when Ling Tianye saw this expression on his niece's face, he knew she was angry now and this was how she would sulk when she was angry, then her heart would stifle and wilt, secretly she would definitely find a way to attack back.

Ling Tianye shrugged his shoulders helplessly, then waved his hand and said,

“In that case, I'm going back to the office, so go for it.”

“……”

Ling Yi Yao looked at him coldly, turned her head and walked away.

Leaving Ling Tianye to shrug his shoulders with a bitter smile and rub his brow, he led the elite men and women behind him away.

Mei Mu Lan frowned and did not go after Ling Yi Yao, but sat down on the recliner, her heart full of sorrow.

What's going on here? Why is reality completely different from the plot?

Not only the attitude of the male lead towards the female lead, but also the feeling that the female lead gives off, it's like a child who hasn't grown up, her emotions are all on her face, which is completely different from the description of the novel that depicts a happy and angry woman who is strong in social skills and has completely taken over the male lead.

Moreover, although the plot did not describe how Ling Yi Yao and Ling Tianye got along, in the middle and later stages of the novel, the two of them did have a very bad relationship, even to the point of death, but now, as far as she could see, the facts showed that their relationship was clearly very good and close.

Mei Mu Lan frowned at these anomalies and pondered the reasons for them: The villain Ling Yi Yao, the male lead Ling Tian Ye, the roadie Aunt Wen, the director…… The female lead, on the other hand, seems to be a different person, with horribly awkward methods, and she was not chosen as a cast member, so that means that her acting skills are also average.

What's going on?

Mei Mu Lan recalls the female lead in the original owner's memory, which is somewhat similar to the current female lead, who looks like she gives the impression of a noble and high-minded literary artist.

And now the female lead, although her words and actions are in line with the plot, the end result, however, produces a great deviation.

And the female lead in the novel's plot is a queen of all variations.

On-screen, she can be charming and flirtatious at the same time; off-screen, she is kind and gentle to her fans and journalists; when facing her male lead, she is very tactful, combining pampering with warmth and consideration.

And so on, which means that the root of all the anomalies is the female lead, Bai Jieying, who has something very wrong with her.

When Mei Mu Lan figured this out, she felt a cold sweat in the heat of the day.

This situation is very much like the classic situation in a crossover novel, where the all-powerful female lead enters the body of the clumsy original owner and uses her powers to make her way in the crossover world.

So, the system provides the female lead in the novel's plot, which is, in fact, a fictional world that unfolds when an outside crossover enters the female lead's body.

And as the manager of the virtual time and space, she had never understood before what made her suddenly enter the fictional world to do her mission? But after this incident, she understood the reason behind it, it was because the virtual time and space had been intruded by travelers from the real world.

Just as the truth of the crossing dawned on her like an enlightening experience, a familiar cold mechanical voice rang out in her head,

【Host Mu Lan, decipher the true meaning of the system's mission and activate the system's hidden mission to solve the arrogant travelers who have crossed over from the real world.】

【The system rewards a random prize pack, which can be opened after the completion of this mission. Wish the host Mu Lan to complete the mission soon.】

#shypotato #yuri #transmigration #world hopping #QTVW19

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blackicephantom · 3 years

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The black dragon and the coward CH. 12

Note: I know your all waiting for something different, but this needs to happen first. Trust me. Please tell me what you think, because i feel a little insecure about this one......

Please enjoy!

Tagged: @patolemus , @runestarchild

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Somewhere in the ocean

A long, serpentine, figure swam slowly through the water, when it felt a certain kind of vibration. The fins on its head tried to locate the origin, but to no avail. Then something poked him at the back of his mind and he started to surface. The blue scales glimmered in the sunlight and the slim face rose skyward. Just a single moment and he heard the cry, the call to come home.

With a swift jump he dove back into the depths of the water, only to jump back out in a high arch and with his own melodious cry. His main fins spread wide and his tail finished his elegant form.

The Oceanblue Raindragon recognized and answered the call to arms. And in a show of power dark storm clouds started to form and seconds later heavy rain fell upon the earth and the sea.

Once his body was back in the water he took the course back home.

Colonello, the Oceanblue Raindragon, swam swiftly and as fast as he could. His family was waiting for him.

Deep in the mountains

Fon sat quietly near his den, when the wind started to pick up and dark clouds started to form. Electricity shot up his spine and he shuddered. He stood up and watched as all the birds stopped singing and the wind howled louder and louder. Red flames engulfed his form and scales replaced soft skin.

In one smooth movement he circled a few times around the mountain he dwelled in, so that his upper body and head are even with the mountain's peak. His mane and his whiskers danced in the wind and he knew. Just then a roar echoed thru his stoney valley and resonated with his own wish and desire.

He rose up, slightly above the mountain top and sang his own song to join that of his brothers. A rough and yet calm sound left his throat and the winds around him turned themselves into little hurricanes and storms, ready to cut down the land itself.

He knew that he said he would look for Kyoya but it seems that this will have to wait, just a little bit longer. As the last note of his cry faded away, he took to the sky and started in the direction of the forest he had left only days prior.

The Bloodred Stormdragon heard and heeded the call to arms.

Inside a secret lab

Beeping filled the dark room a lonesome and glasses wearing figure occupied. Many monitors showed him just as many sceneries and yet nothing changed. He’s been in this laboratory for years now, researching everything that came to mind, but mostly ways to protect his own, so that what happened on that fateful day would not repeat itself. And he’s been waiting. Waiting for that one moment…… Verde knew that his home underground was anything but optional, but he also knew Reborn….. and all the others…..

Suddenly almost all of his instruments measured impossible data. The displays went highwire and a few displays even broke down due to the sudden intensity. A smirk and a low chuckle escaped him. Of course this would happen shortly after he thought about it.

He stood up, ignoring all his different machines and displays and went to the small lift he built to make his way to the surface. On the ride up he thought about many things. Even about his fellow Arcobaleno….. which was more than unusual. But it has been a few years now. And just as Reborn has said: this years have felt like they went by in the blink of an eye for him.

Once he was back above the ground he took a deep breath and looked around.

Unlike what his instruments had shown him, the world was silent. And that could only mean one thing: he was not alone. But out of all the people that knew him, only two could really find him. The first one is the one to call them home and the other one the silent killer in their ranks.

He watched as mist slowly crawled along the ground, which confirmed his suspicion.

A small rustling reached his ears and he just stood still and quiet, once again waiting. Next came hissing and a long indigo coloured body, only seen in parts. The mist grew thicker with every passing moment and the long body started to draw steadily closer. Then there was someone behind him but he doesn’t turn around. Doesn’t need to.

“I see that you’ve found me, Viper.” A hissed laugh was his answer and just as the mist and the stillness had appeared, it vanished. Suddenly there were howling winds and pouring rain and, most importantly, the still sounding roar of their own kin.

Both Arcobaleno looked up into the slowly graying sky and knew it was time.

With the flash of a single lightning bolt a massive creature stood amidst the green. A long maw and strong legs were the most prominent features, closely followed by the sparking yellow spikes that run along it’s back and tail and its dark green scales. Lightning crashed into the trees and rushed through the clouds above while a thick misty blanket fell over the earth, obscuring the view of all that dared to look.

Around that massive body the other one curled in on himself, his body slowly growing and a pair of thin looking wings sprouting from his form.

And thus two more voices joined the almighty song of the weather.

A low and rumbling growl from the Forestgreen Lightningdragon and a deafening yet silent screech from the Indigoblue Mistdragon. Thous two also heard the call to arms and were ready to take back what was once stolen. Their answer resonated with the cries of their brothers and no sooner were they on their way. One digging his way home and the other silently sliding close behind him.

In a village on the other end of the continent

Chains rattled as another foolish human tried to get too close to him, his tails trashing behind him. It's been ages that he has seen the sky or breathed fresh air. These villagers only caught him by sheer luck and a great deal of misfortune on his part.

The long spikes along his back vibrated gently and he raised his head, ignoring the weapons that were pointed at him. The air was charged with something…..exciting. A familiar tension filling his core and making his heart pound. It was like the thrill right before a battle and he fucking missed this. He wanted to stretch his wings, follow the clouds he was born in but this stupid chains kept him grounded.

Then there was a rumbling, right outside his meager cage. He watched as lightning tore through the sky and rain started up, which got stronger and stronger with every passing minute. His anticipation grew as the wind turned into cutting blades, almost blowing his captors away. A storm was brewing and he knew exactly who started it. So he concentrated on the wind, on the vibrations in the air and every sound that comes from somewhere farther away. And there it was: a melody so long forgotten and yet still so beautiful and familiar. The song of his family! It was time to return!

Clouds gathered all around the Village and blocked the usually bright sun. People were starting to panic and the guards that are supposed to keep watch over him became scared. His tails trashed again right before three became one and his two wings became four. Because of the increased mass of his wings the chains keeping him down broke and because of the decreased number of tails the chains keeping him pinned slipped away. He was almost free, yesssss, he could almost taste it! Only thing left to destroy was the cage keeping him here. Four wings returned to being two and one tail became three again and with the spiked tips he just slashed his way to freedom, cutting through the iron bars like nothing.

Taking a running start he swept into the air, chirping his own answer to the long overdue call to arms. The Violentpurple Clouddragon, Skull, was on his way home. Six feathered wings carried him towards his brothers, his purple scales riddled with scars.

The clouds accompanied him and shrouded his figure from view.

Back with Tsuna and Reborn

As Reborn finished his roar he settled back down and listened while he still supported Tsuna at his side. He too could feel the return of the boy's fire and couldn’t help his smirk. Iemitsu and the other foolish have no fucking idea what’s awaiting them.

From far away both could see dark clouds gathering, followed by pounding rain and destructive lightning. The slight breeze slowly grew into turbulent winds which in turn evolved into a raging storm. The air turned humid and the dragon watched satisfied as mist started to spread through the forest. Then he listened as one after another all their voices came together as a unique and beautiful song. All their specific tunes come together but something is still missing…… That’s the moment Reborn hears a soft humming, a tune that Luce used to sing….. It’s a soft lullaby that she sang for the kids.

Roaring once again the Midnightblack Sundragon completed the harmony.

The sky was once again filled with all the raging elements, waiting to avenge the dragon that’s been slain unjustified so long ago and to take revenge for all this undeserved pain and torment.

Inside of Vongola Nono’s office

Timoteo wasn’t an idiot. When he got the notice that Tsuna was missing, again, he knew that something was up. That thous three other boys were not to be found either worried him beyond belief. But when the weather started to change he clasped his hands together and started to pray, because this could only mean one thing.

The Arcobaleno were about to gather. And where the seven strongest get together, calamity almost always follows. And without a sky to soothe their rage he sees no hope for the village and his people. He saw what they could do while trying to protect someone. Now they didn’t have this luxury. He knew that something like this would happen someday, was even prepared to face the dragon's wrath this time. But he had his own duties to fulfill.

A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts and one of his guards entered. “Nono, our mages have returned.” He gave an affirmative hum and sighed. Before the guard could leave again Timoteo called out to him. “Please send in Coyote and the others, it’s an emergency.”

Timoteo, Vongola Nono, hoped against hope and prayed to all gods that would listen that the tragedy would not repeat itself. But when this haunting roar sounds again in the distance, Nono knows that their chances of survival are very slim to none existent. `Please have mercy, oh kind one and spare us the pain. Let us not spill innocent blood, let us not condemn our children.´ It was an old prayer, one that Vongola Primo taught in his time, but Nono has no other option left. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek.

`Oh kind one, let us live peacefully and in joy with the dragons harmony, sung in a lovely lullaby.´

_TBC_

#Khr #reborn x tsuna #r27 #dragon and coward #fanfic

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Hey... So, I'm thinking back to one of the comments I left on the post where I was poking fun at those degenerate freaks that have been spamming your page. For some reason tonight, I started thinking about my mom and one way she'd help me and my little sister to keep warm in the winters when we had to walk to school. We'd heat up some microwavable burritos and put them in our pockets to help keep us warm on our walk to school. It wasn't terribly far, but thinking about this made me sad for some reason. I remember it was hard on my mom not to be able to drive because of her epilepsy. I'm sure if she could, she wouldn't have made us walk in such cold temperatures like we had no other choice than to do.

I know mom struggled a lot to take care of us and I still remember the nights she would be crying because of how difficult it was to be a poor single mom with a disability. She had to depend on a disabled people's bus system or the generosity of her own family and few friends to transport her places, whether they be doctor appointments or even just to get groceries. And then I remember when she would get us cheap pizza or take us out to eat at a low-cost buffet near our house. She didn't have to do that, but she did... And I know it wasn't anyone's fault that we were in this sort of a position, but my heart still hurts thinking about all of this. I wish there was a way I could pay my mom back in the way that she deserves. Yes, she was physically and psychologically abusive to a dangerous degree at times, but she wasn't like that all the time. And I know a lot of that came from the frankly unusually high levels of trauma that she and her sisters suffered during their childhoods until they each got married. They were in a cult. It was crazy...

...Anyways, this is all to say that I feel awful about saying my mom is dead in my own heart, because that's such a terribly ungracious thing to say. It's complicated for me to keep a connection with my mom seven years after I left home, but I thank God (or whoever) for every single moment that my mom is still alive on this earth. She may have messed up a lot, but she still did her damndest to take care of her babies. Dad did his share too sometimes, and I know the contributions of both my parents I will never truly get a complete grasp on (for all the goodness and sometimes abuse/neglect involved), but I love them both all the same. I'm so glad to still have them both in my life to one degree or another.

Sorry to trauma dump in your inbox. I just wanted to say something because what I said feels pretty fucked up now that I look back on it..

[You can post this or not. It doesn't matter to me. I just wanted to get this off my chest.]

first of all thank u for sharing ur story,, im so sorry u and ur sister went thru that. i have different experiences in many ways, but i can relate to some of what you said about your mom. my mom can also be abusive in many ways, luckily her physical abuse was very minimal and she stopped that a long time ago and shes much better now. and while the way she treated my sister n i has affected us n hurt us, i also still have a lot of love for her and know she went through a lot of difficulties and struggles that i can’t even imagine going through. my dad had some issues as well but i feel like, its really hard for someone to not have some love for their parents. and also its hard not to empathise with them and want to justify them to urself even when u know u cant.

i don’t think being upset with your mom and saying shes dead to you is fucked up if she’s also mistreated you and been abusive, so i hope you’re not being hard on yourself either. i don’t blame you for feeling that way at all. parents can love their children and still do unjustifiable things to them.

also theres no need to apologise! if anyone wants to share anything with me, please feel free. im always open to listening and helping in any way i can! + stuff like this compels me to reflect onto myself and my own experiences. and if someone wants to talk to me privately, im not good at responding to dms but i will try to remember to and im more than happy to be there for you if you just need someone or just want to vent or even just say absolute nonsense.

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embarrassingresultofmyfreetime · 3 years

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2020 Masterlist

Here’s a list of all the fics I’ve posted this year! (Listed by category, then chronologically:)

Link to my ao3 where you can read all of these: embarrassingresultofmyfreetime

Currents wips:

And They Were Quarantine Mates

An old disease has resurfaced on Earth- one which most humans recover from but is permanently lethal to Time Lords.

Because of this, the Doctor stays on Earth to make sure her humans make it through okay.

And because of the Doctor, the Master- against his better judgement- also chooses to stay.

Reluctant to leave the safety of the Doctor's Tardis, the Doctor and the Master find plenty of ways to pass the time but it can be difficult to enjoy each other's company with so many things left unsaid.

Good thing they have plenty of time in isolation to work it out.

Word Count: Currently 88,172

Spyfall: Battle For Humanity

This is a little number I like to call: Roleswap AU with Dhawan!Doctor and Whittaker!Master

It's sort of a rewrite of Spyfall p2 but it's better.

Word Count: Currently 5,688 (will be about 12k when finished)

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Main fics (completed):

Please Tell Me Why Do We Worry

Summary: After learning about the final loss of Gallifrey, the Doctor takes some time to grieve and finds herself with surprisingly mixed feelings about the whole ordeal.

To her surprise, a knock at her Tardis door soon reveals the Master not only alive, but in uncontrollable mental agony as he reveals that the Doctor's suffering has been amplifying his own emotions via their telepathic bond.

Note: (After so many kind and positive comments on this fic, I finally gained the confidence to start posting more! A huge thank you to so many people it means so, so much to me!)

Word Count: 5,068

Second Chances

When Graham finds a teleportation cube offering an all-expenses-paid vacation, he, Ryan, and Yaz take up the offer and give the seemingly-distant Doctor some time to herself.

After the events of Skyfall 1&2, the trust between the trio and a certain timelord is shaken. However, when their vacation quickly becomes a nightmare, it's up to the Doctor to bring about peace on an upsettingly familiar planet.

Note: (A rewrite/fix it of S11 episode Orphan 55)

Word Count: 7,130

All’s Fair In Love And War

Having escaped alive and alone, the Master dwells on his failure and uncertainty at what to do next.

Purely by accident, he runs into a version of the Doctor he's never met before and she gives him a much needed perspective on their relationship.

Word Count: 4,653

Truth and Reconciliation

“I... I destroyed a lot of things, but not this... trove of secrets. This is what started it all.”

Missing Scene where the Master goes to Gallifrey and discovers the truth of the timeless child for the first time + alternate ending to The Timeless Children episode

Word Count: 7,563

The Doctor Finally Gets Some Rest

(Ch2 update Missy pov)

The Doctor promised to guard Missy for 1000 years, but Missy doesn't mind returning the favor.

Word Count: 5,671

I Wouldn’t Wish It On My Best Enemy

"Just deserts appeared to finally be served for the Doctor. All her running had come to an end, all the lives she's taken or caused had finally been assigned a numerical value, and all the morals she had once believed in seemed to crumble to dust right before her eyes.

A life sentence.

She had JUST BEEN TOLD she would never die, and the first thing the universe does is give her a life sentence.

What kind of cruel joke is that?"

Basically: The Doctor reflects on herself while in prison, the Master rescues the Doctor and actually helps her, and idk read the tags

Word Count: 4,629

Brand New Reality

In an alternate timeline: The Master is killed in the Time War but the Doctor finds a way to salvage his oldest friend's mind by binding it to his Tardis and building him an android vessel as a way to interact with the physical world.

The Doctor also manages to save the Time Lords from their war- but he is still a renegade in their eyes. As punishment, the High Council uses the Doctor- and by extension the Master- as their personal diplomats/field agents.

The Master isn't too happy about being trapped on the Doctor's Tardis, the Doctor is fed up with being the equivalent of a dog on a leash to the Time Lords, so in a moment of anger and also pure luck- they break out from their world and end up on a parallel one with a very different version of their universe and very different versions of themselves.

(Shalka!Universe Doctor and Master meet their modern counterparts- the Thirteenth Doctor and Dhawan!Master)

Word Count: 10,148

The Imposter(s) Among Us

The Doctor has been searching the universe for the Master, but it's only when she takes a break to help a damaged space vessel that she runs directly into him!

The Doctor has a hundred and one things to ask him, but there's no time for any of that now. The ship is barely functional and if the mysterious murderer doesn't get to the Doctor first, then the trigger-happy crewmates might throw her out the airlock before the killer gets a chance.

Word Count: 12,655

My Dear, Doctor…

The Doctor investigates an anomaly to find that her previous self has stood up their oldest friend for the umpteenth time.

Confused as to why the Doctor can't recall ever receiving Missy's invitation in the first place, the Doctor goes searching for answers and ends up finding far more letters than just one…

Word Count: 6,657

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Series:

And They Were Happy Au Parts 1-4:

Part 1: Dinner and a Show

All his lives, the Master had always believed that he and the Doctor could hold on for about the same amount of time. He always imagined that when they reached their last lives, they would both give all this up and spend their retirement years bickering and raising bees or whatever. The Master didn't particularly like bees, but he had always imagined that the Doctor did and as long as they were together, that was enough to satisfy him.

What he had discovered in the Matrix had proved his ideal endgame impossible.

The revelation that the Doctor was The Timeless Child meant that the Doctor would always live on. They would always evolve and survive no matter what happened. The Doctor would always race to people in need; and now, they would never have any reason to stop.

(AU where the reason the Master wanted the Doctor to kill them both in The Timeless Child is bc he's on his last life)

Word Count: 5,120

Part 2: Dinner and a Show One-Offs

"The Doctor did her best to space out her visits with O. For every couple adventures she had with her 'fam', she would stop by his home once or so. Sometimes she let months slip by, because she knew that the longer she waited, the less of O's limited time she used up.

She felt guilty to calculate it, but if O was already in his mid-thirties and he lived a full human life...

Suffice it to say, she wanted it to last for as long as possible. She had never had a situation as stable nor as safe as she now had with O. After everything they had both been through to get to this point, she refused to jeopardize a single moment.

For all the pain the Master had caused her, O was well worth the wait."

(By popular demand, a continuation of 'Dinner and a Show')

Word Count: 10,926

Part 3: Unjustifiable

O- having no recollection of his actions as 'The Master'- returns to being Earth's Horizon Watcher.

O is proud of his work and he cherishes the Doctor's frequent visits, but it's becoming increasingly apparent that she's been keeping more secrets about his past than he had theorized.

To make matters worse, the arrival of an advanced species of aliens on his doorstep brings with it a whole new plethora of problems. Something terrifying resurfaces when O hears they're searching for a Tardis and things go terribly wrong.

Word Count: 23,870

Part 4: Found Family

The Master finally gets around to seeing the universe in a more peaceful way and runs into a young woman looking for her father.

Word Count: 3,663 (Will possibly be updated at a later date, but complete for now)

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Oneshots Inspired by others (specific inspiration in the beginning notes of each):

All Alone In The Dark

While heading back to Earth, the Doctor hears someone calling for her help.

She tracks it back to the Master- injured yet alive- and finds him trapped in his own head, reliving his last confrontation with The Time Lord Council before the destruction of Gallifrey.

Word Count: 1,926

You Again

The 10th Doctor and Missy each escape their last canon appearances believing that the other is dead for good.

So imagine their surprise when they run into each other at a party in the 1920's.

Word Count: 6,943

Sick Day

The Master has everything set up for his latest evil scheme but when he tracks down the Doctor, he realizes his best enemy is in no condition to fight. So the Master does what any good nemesis does and takes care of him.

Desperate Times, Desperate Measures

Word Count: 2,807

Prompt: "Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge!" "Can I pick?"

The Master’s Tardis had traced the call seven minutes in advance to this exact time and location. He pushed open his Tardis door to find himself in front of some no name bar with graffiti scrawled on the side, situated in front of an empty ravine. He was on Earth, and there was probably a similarly ramshackled city around him, but he didn’t so much as spare it a glance.

The Master’s steps were determined, his jaw clenched, and his hands shaking despite his signature device in hand.

He had been on the other side of the universe, licking his wounds like any old villain would when disappointed by their latest nemesis showdown. It all made his blood boil to have caved so soon. To come back and HELP the Doctor.

The Doctor still had O’s number and her call was scheduled to be made in exactly seven minutes. A hysterical, agonizing call that begged the Master to intervene. He wasn’t sure what was worse, hearing the Doctor in so much despair, or the disappointment that hearing her in such agony somehow didn’t lessen his own.

Word Count: 2,410

The Beginning and The End

Prompt: First Doctor, Dhawan!Master, Gallifrey, and the dialogue: "I know my words mean close to nothing for you. But I do, in fact, love you very much."

Basically Theta (Academy Era Doctor) accidentally runs into the Master on a burning Gallifrey

Word Count: 4,499

Kisses Like That

The Doctor's never understood why humans enjoy kissing so much- but a certain, somewhat familiar woman piques his interest.

(Missy goes back in time to give 10 a lil kiss)

Word Count: 1,885

Spyvember 2020

Collection of short fics I did inspired by Spyvember prompts (from Tumblr)

Word Count: 15,506 (6 separate chapters)

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Thank you to everyone who has inspired me, commented on my work, read any of my writing, and overall has just supported me in any way this year!! Thank you for keeping me motivated and helping me improve as a writer!

My best wishes to you in the new year! <3

#here's a version w a break for mobile users lol #otherwise its the same #doctor who #dw #doctor who fic #doctor who fanfic #thirteenth doctor #dhawan!master #dhawan master #yasmin khan #ryan sinclair #graham obrien #thoschei #spydoc

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96thdayofrage · 3 years

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What the defense has planned

During the jury selection process, Nelson tried to humanize Chauvin beyond the image of the white police officer who knelt on a Black man’s neck as he struggled to breathe and begged for his mother.

When the first batch of potential jurors was being questioned, Chauvin — with half his face obscured by a black mask — sat taking notes and rarely making eye contact. At one point, a juror said she could not forget the “hateful look” on Chauvin’s face in the videos. The comment altered the way Nelson later introduced his client to potential jurors, with Chauvin removing his mask to show his full face and nodding at the group.

To avoid convicting Chauvin of the second-degree unintentional murder charge, the defense must prove he did not cause Floyd’s death while also committing a felony — in this case, assault. The defense will argue that Chauvin did not cause Floyd’s death, that it was a combination of excessive drug use and preexisting conditions that killed him. They will call on the county medical examiner who said Floyd’s toxicology report showed high traces of drugs during the incident — but the examiner also noted that it’s hard to say whether Floyd would have died of other causes, like Chauvin’s knee on his neck. If convicted, under Minnesota law, the charge is punishable by up to 40 years in prison.

To avoid conviction on the second-degree manslaughter charge, the defense needs to prove that Chauvin didn’t cause Floyd’s death due to negligence that created an unreasonable risk — meaning, he didn’t know that pinning him down by his neck for nearly nine minutes would lead to severe injury or death. In Minnesota, this charge carries a maximum sentence of up to 10 years.

The third-degree murder charge, under Minnesota law, means the perpetrator acted in a way that was reckless at the risk of causing death and carries a sentence of no more than 25 years. Prosecutors argued to add the third-degree murder charge because not only is it easier to prove than second-degree unintentional felony murder, but it also gives jurors more options about how to convict. If convicted of any of these charges, Chauvin’s status as a first-time offender will also play into how long his prison sentence will be.

Ultimately, the defense’s central strategy is proving that something else ended Floyd’s life — and that it was not Chauvin’s knee. Nelson pushed for a pre-trial motion to include evidence of Floyd’s drug-related arrest by Minneapolis police in 2019. After reviewing Nelson’s arguments, in which the attorney called Floyd’s “emotional responses” during both arrests a “common modus operandi,” Judge Cahill has allowed the defense to show only a portion of the 2019 arrest video as evidence during the trial, adding that Floyd’s interactions with the police in 2019 mirrored the 2020 arrest that led to his death. Cahill also agreed that there were signs that Floyd may have taken drugs in both incidents.

The defense has also tried to argue that Chauvin was terminated due to prejudice, not for cause, and that Minneapolis Police Chief Medaria Arradondo only fired him out of public pressure. However, prosecutors successfully motioned to exclude any evidence or testimony that speaks to the police department’s decision to fire Chauvin and the other three officers involved since it’s unrelated to how and why Floyd died.

Nelson’s arguments so far give observers a glimpse of how he expects to approach the trial — that the entire investigation leading to Floyd’s death was fundamentally biased against his client, including the ongoing federal civil rights investigation and Chauvin’s immediate firing. Arradondo, the city’s first Black police chief, said he fired the officers after reviewing all the evidence including body-camera videos.

During the month-long trial, several witnesses are expected to testify, including Arradondo, the county medical examiner, and the bystander who videotaped Chauvin kneeling on Floyd’s neck.

The prosecution also plans to introduce “spark of life” witnesses, which under Minnesota law allows family and friends to be called to the stand to deliver testimony that would humanize the victim. Floyd’s brother, Philonise Floyd, and former girlfriend Courteney Ross are among those expected to speak.

However, the spark-of-life testimonies won’t be considered “evidence” and will be tightly managed by Cahill. The judge said he would draw a line if witnesses talk about Floyd’s character rather than how much they loved him since it would “open the door” for the defense to introduce Floyd’s criminal history as evidence, which so far has been ruled inadmissible. Cahill, nonetheless, added he may allow witnesses to talk about Floyd’s struggles with opioid addiction.

“This is not a hard case,” Ben Crump, the attorney who helped the Floyd family secure the $27 million settlement, said in a news release after the jury selections were completed. “George Floyd had more witnesses to his death than any other person ever — white or Black. We all saw the same thing — the indisputable and unjustified torture and murder by a police officer of a Black man who was handcuffed, restrained, and posed no harm.”

What we know about the jury

The initial jury pool had 326 people, but only about 60 were questioned. Cahill decided 15 needed to be selected, including two alternates and another who will be dropped if the first 14 jurors show up for duty (only 12 will be on the actual jury).

Even though the jury selection process was broadcasted live, the faces of the prospective jurors were not shown to the public for their safety and privacy, and they will not be seen for the duration of the trial. Among the 15 selected jurors, we do know six are people of color — one Black woman, three Black men, and two mixed-race women — while nine are white, six of whom are women. Despite being a white majority, the jury is actually more diverse than the county and the city: According to 2019 data from the US Census Bureau, Hennepin County is about 74 percent white and 14 percent Black while Minneapolis is about 64 percent white and 19 percent Black.

The jurors also come from an array of backgrounds, ranging from an accountant to a chemist to a nurse who has been caring for patients throughout the Covid-19 pandemic. Some are extremely familiar with the case while others haven’t been actively following monthslong developments. According to USA Today, seven are in their 20s or 30s, three in their 40s, four in their 50s, and one in her 60s.

Prior to the selection, each potential juror was asked to fill out a 14-page written questionnaire. During the selection process, the jurors were questioned and vetted by Judge Cahill, prosecution, and defense lawyers. The general line of questioning included if their views have changed since filling out the questionnaire, whether they could set aside their personal opinions on the case and social movements to remain impartial, and also about personal safety concerns. Those who expressed major anxiety and fears of being on the jury were ultimately dismissed.

The jurors were also asked about their thoughts or whether they’ve seen the video of Chauvin pinning his knee on Floyd’s neck as well as their views on the Black Lives Matter and Blue Lives Matter movements. One of the selected jurors, who said he plans to move out of Minnesota in late May, noted he has a neutral opinion of Floyd and also generally favors the Black Lives Matter movement but also believes it was “a contributing factor” in the unrest that erupted following Floyd’s death last summer.

Another juror, a white man who works in sales, called the Blue Lives Matter movement “not offensive but shortsighted.” The man, who is supposed to get married in May but said he is willing to postpone the wedding if the trial continues, noted he generally supports law enforcement.

Some of the jurors’ responses also indicated how they would approach the final verdict of the trial. One juror said she wanted to know more about police training and whether placing a knee on someone’s neck was allowed while another said he wanted to hear Chauvin offer his side of the story.

However, one potential juror last week was dismissed by Chauvin’s defense attorney after sharing his thoughts and personal experience with the Minneapolis Police Department and the criminal justice system as a whole.

“As a Black man, you see a lot of Black people get killed and no one’s held accountable for it, and you wonder why or what was the decision, and so with this, maybe I’ll be in the room to know why,” the potential juror told the court.

Although the Army veteran said he could put his personal opinions aside to hear the case solely based on the evidence presented in court, he was still dismissed by the defense arguing that he was biased against the Minneapolis Police Department.

“That was his actual lived experiences with the Minneapolis police, but he was disqualified because it was assumed he couldn’t look past that in order to look at the facts of the case,” Bullock told Vox. “It’s an insult to Black Minneapolis residents because we have to forgo our bias and lived experiences all the time to fit in the system. It just shines a light on some of the inherent unfairness about the system.”

Cahill said he plans to reveal the names of the jurors when it is “safe” to do so. In the meantime, government buildings in downtown Minneapolis remain heavily barricaded by fencing and concrete barriers while members of the Minnesota National Guard remain stationed outside the courthouse. The heavy police presence, Bullock said, has left the community on edge.

Still, activist groups like Reclaim the Block and Black Visions Collective will keep a close eye on the trial while also protesting outside the courthouse and rallying at what’s now George Floyd Square. What they ultimately hope comes out of Floyd’s death is what they’ve always wanted: replacing Minneapolis police with a new public safety department, which means first changing the city charter and knocking door to door to collect signatures to do so.

“Regardless of the outcome of the verdict, we know that true justice would have to reflect in a fundamental change in the way we address public safety. If we’re not doing that, true justice is not served,” Bullock said. “We want justice for George Floyd and his family, of course, but we know that true justice means changing our public safety system.”

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unprompted asks 【always accepting】 @jojoingjoseph

“Of course I don’t mind,” The old man said, in that gentle tone he would normally use when speaking to Joseph whenever his dear nephew wasn’t causing some mischief around. The questions didn’t come as much of a surprise. After all, it was only natural that Joseph would be curious and have a lot of questions now that he knew about Caesar, and about Caesar’s grandfather, and the connection the late Zeppeli had with the Joestars and the stone masks, and all those things that had been kept a secret for so long for Jojo’s sake. Since a bunch of those cats were out of their bags already, there were no reasons not to give his nephew the answers he was looking for. He owed it to him.

“Caesar’s grandfather…” He said, leaning back into his seat, allowing himself to get more comfortable. That old man, he thought, finding it amusing in some way to refer to him in the same way he used to all those years ago, now that Speedwagon himself was an elder man. “He was… quite an eccentric old man. And I honestly don’t think ‘eccentric’ can quite describe someone like him.” He admitted, recalling not only what he had seen for himself during the couple weeks that Jonathan’s training had lasted and their subsequent trip to Windknight’s Lot but, also, what Jonathan had told him about his mentor, about their first meeting, and some of those training sessions Robert missed while he was out, back in London, searching for information on Dio’s whereabouts at the time.

“Do you remember that day we met with Caesar in Rome?” It was more of a rhetorical question really, as he was almost completely sure that most of the events from those days would be hard to forget for everyone involved, and especially for Joseph. “That… ‘seated jump’ he did before us,–” he said, doing a soft motion with his hand for added effect as he mentioned the jump. “–At the time, I was informed by your grandfather that Caesar’s grandfather did more or less the same thing when they met, followed by that old man Zeppeli punching your injured grandfather square in the gut right before your granny’s eyes.” As far as he had been told, Erina reprimanded Will for his actions that time. It was amusing in a way though, to think how the much more hardened woman Erina had become over the years would have probably reacted to that. She must likely would have tried to beat the living hell out of Will.

“He would always be carrying wine bottles with him Lord-knows-where, no matter where we were at the time, and doing weird things with them. Always speaking in analogies to explain whatever lesson he was trying to teach your grandfather, and talking about some of the things he saw while travelling, when he was younger.” Robert said, both of his hands resting on his stomach, fingers loosely intertwined together like he normally would do when he was relaxing. This was, after all, some of first free time he’d had in a while. An index finger softly tapping the back of the opposite hand as Speedwagon let himself wander through all those memories, from 50 years ago.

“He was an interesting man overall, save for the fact that he seemed to have a bit too much fun trying to take the mickey bliss out of me all the bloody time.” Of course, that was something the young Speedwagon found endlessly annoying, never taking the old man’s shit and doing the same thing in return every single time he could, usually by calling him rude names. At the time, it had been just because of Jonathan and their current quest that he hadn’t gotten (or tried to get, at least) truly aggressive or violent on the man, keeping all the hostility down to verbal stuff only –well, minus Will’s ruse of him ‘accepting’ to activate Robert’s hamon breathing, which only resulted in the Italian man punching him, and knocking all the air out of his windpipe–. Then again, Speedwagon was largely a ruthless, violent, and dangerous street thug around that time, just exactly what Zeppeli would usually mock him for, calling him names and treating him like he was nothing, and exactly what made Speedwagon want to kick his ass the most at the time. Now, however, many decades after finding out that Will’s actions had been fueled by his lack of trust in the blond, Robert was able to just laugh about that part of those memories and how silly all that shit giving had been from both ends, all things at the time considered. Although… if he was to be honest, he still felt somewhat bitter towards Will, about the whole hamon thing, and his evident refusal to teach him those techniques, regardless of whatever reason he’d had at the time. Had Robert been able to use hamon, too, and fight alongside them against Dio rather than staying on the sidelines and killing zombies, maybe, just maybe, Dio would have perished that day, in Windknight’s Lot, and maybe Jonathan…

Maybe Jonathan...

...Ah, that had always been a recurrent thought for Robert, even now, 50 years after that light, the one guiding his path, the one he would often see in his dreams, had been so violently taken away.

But this was not the time or the occasion to dwell on that specific topic. Besides, Robert knew very well that venturing further into that specific memory lane would only end up with him turning into a sobbing mess in no time. No need for any of that. At least not now, and not here, right before Joseph.

“As for your grandfather. Well, I’m pleased to say that all the stories I’ve told you so far about him, details more, details less, are true.” He then went on to talk about Jonathan, as requested, visibly ashamed of the fact that Erina and him had to keep certain things a secret from Joseph. Granted, it had all been for Joseph’s sake and his well-being, in an attempt to keep him from getting involved with the stone masks that had already taken the lives of at least three Joestars, but that didn’t mean Robert didn’t feel bad about having had to keep certain things a secret from Jojo, even lying about some others.

“He was a gentleman. A true gentleman, through and through. In all honesty, I’ve never met anyone like him. Not even now, after all these years. He was truly one of a kind.” He added; a small and fond smile softly curling upwards the corners of his lips as the memories of his many days with Jonathan began to flood his mind once more.

“He was pretty clever and intelligent. A bit naive, too, and far too kind for his own good, but he had a fire in his heart that is so rare and unique. A courageous man like no other! He could be quite a savage and ferocious man when angered despite that ‘softy’ exterior. He always put his loved ones first no matter what, always willing to do whatever it took to put them out of danger, even if it costed him his life.” Which, ultimately, it did, when he sacrificed himself, preventing Dio’s escape from that boat, and saved Erina and a baby Elizabeth (and, unknowingly, George too) that fateful day.

“He could be a bit silly at times, too. The fun and lovable kind of silly. Impressive in pretty much every possible way you could think of!” Speedwagon said, recalling that time Jonathan had been asked to join his soon-to-be-former school rugby team for a last match, some time after they had come back from Windknight’s Lot. Jonathan had invited both Erina and Robert to come to see him play, which they did. Needless to say Jojo’s ‘regular’ strength –that is, nothing that was ‘hamon aided’, just his pure physical strength– rendered them both (and everyone else watching the game, for that matter) speechless.

“He never let the many dreadful things he went through at the hands of that scum he called ‘brother’ change the compassionate, brave, and kind-hearted soul he was.” Even after all the shit he had been put through for seven whole years, Jonathan had still found it in himself to forgive his father for siding with Dio all the time no matter what, for all the countless and harsh –and sometimes unjustifiably harsher than usual– scoldings and punishments and just… for everything, going as far as to grant Lord Joestar his dying wish of forgiving Dio as well, despite all the horrible things his brother had done to both of them.

#jojoingjoseph #[that's a really nice ask you got there... it would be a shame if someone... gave you a wall of text for an answer >:D]#[no but seriously. it's always nice to be able to delve into the PB lore]#[he doesn't get the chance to speak a lot about Dem Old Days v often]#[so this was really nice to get to despite the bitter and downright angsty/sad parts there are to all this]#[so thank you!!]#[ ;v; ]#[feel free to continue this as a thread if you feel like it!!]#[if you do. don't worry about matching length]#[i just tend to write a lot sometimes dfghgjh]#;answered #;long post

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Imagine Sneaking Out to Hunt on Your Own

Anon Requested: Just thought I'd say hello! Can I request a platonic team free will fic where the reader goes on hunts alone to feel better about herself? It starts out as one hunt but then she continues to sneak out more and more in hopes of feeling more confident, and then one day she comes back to find them all waiting for her. Maybe she gets hurt? They're all pretty angry and she cries and then Dean just hugs her really fiercely????? I LOVE your writing and I really need some flufffff.

Note: some things in the request are a bit different, but I think you'll like it anyway. :)

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Hunts often went wrong. Not once had you ever left a case unscathed or unburdened. It was almost hunter law: if a case was too easy, you were doing it wrong.

That night, it was supposed to be a 'simple, in-and-out vamp hunt'. For the most part, things had gone smoothly. That was, until the accident…because most accidents tend to ruin smooth things. If…that wasn't obvious to you yet.

Where you and the boys had planned on five vampires, an additional three vamps had apparently joined the party. Naturally, those three ambushed you.

We'll skip the terrifying ride in the trunk of their car and the time they tied your hands behind your back.

Dean and Sam came, perfect timing as always, and you came out relatively unharmed, save the sprained ankle and bruising around your neck. You were relatively okay.

Dean, however, had decided to become your annoying, overprotective 'older brother figure', which really just meant that he was benching you. It meant lonely days of research with scarce visits from the boys. It meant isolation.

This was completely unjustified. Dean would never dare try this with Sam. You were almost a fully independent woman, and you had the right to go out on your own. But they had Castiel patrolling the bunker like a watchdog, and if you so much as looked at the exit, he would send you a warning look. Sometimes, Castiel scared you. Not monster-scared, just… stupidly intimidated. Besides, he was an angel.

The day he left the bunker was your day to strike.

You were so afraid of losing them, though. They were family to you. They'd picked you up when you were so close to breaking, and you'd done the same for them. They were delicate, though, whether they believed it or not. One false move, one betrayal, and they wouldn't be able to look you in the eye. Dean and Sam's brotherly relationship broken over a messy case, or Castiel making mistakes that Dean just can't forgive. You hadn't experienced it first-person, and you didn't want to.

This would require an expert's level of secrecy because if Sam, Dean, or especially Castiel, caught wind of this, it would all be over.

You were the stealthiest hunter in the group. You knew you could sneak out of the bunker or hotel while they slept. It wouldn't be easy, but it was achievable. And so a plan began forming. Finally, after one month of imprisonment in the bunker, there was something real you could commit to.

///

You spent the next week observing their sleeping habits. It felt a bit invasive, but it had to be done in order to do this perfect.

While the Winchesters often joked over their terrible sleeping habits and short hours, there was, while disorganized, a schedule in place. Sam would go to bed at around midnight if he wasn't researching, and Dean would hit the sack at around two in the morning. Sam would wake up earlier than Dean would, about five a.m., brewing coffee. Sam would let Dean sleep until finally he woke up at around seven or eight, and if it had been a really rough hunt, nine.

The magic number was two a.m to five a.m., and while it wasn't much, you could definitely finish a hunt in three hours. Of course, then you would need to sacrifice your sleep, but you were a night owl anyway. They would never notice.

///

Your first case was thrilling. That week you realized the phrase 'everything known to man' did not apply to 'everything known to woman' because, wow, did you keep them clueless. It was almost too easy. You had hid every newspaper that had anything remotely related to your case. It was easy to do, because you were the research girl, and you could point out cases that were distant enough from yours, and manipulate the week plans.

You couldn't have them intervening.

This was your only chance at some kind of freedom. You were so sick of them babying you. You knew the risks of hunting, and you wanted to take them if it meant helping others. They were just too protective, and you needed some time on your own where you could unwind and be the hunter you wanted to be. And it was great. So great. You felt alive, and free from the suffocating research table.

You were soaring.

///

If a case was easy, you were doing it wrong.

Usually it was just bruises or scrapes that mended themselves in a day, no problem. It became significantly more difficult to hide when you came back with a sprained wrist. It was concealable, but it was already bruising and it ached to rotate. Or the next hunt, when you came home with a large gash on your chest. You had a thick, bulky bandage over it for a good week while it healed.

And when your sleep caught up to you, you were a mess. Your first, real caffeine crash hit you like a tidal wave. You'd be in the car and would lull to sleep with the purr of the Impala's engine. You would nap at the research desk. You would yawn at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You were constantly tired, and it took more and more coffee to battle this.

The first few times, the Winchesters thought it was cute. Dean would poke fun at you, thinking it was funny. But then they began to notice little things, like the large cups of coffee and the dark bags under your eyes. They grew suspicious.

"Hey, you feeling alright? Not getting sick, are you?" Dean asked one day. He'd been concerned for a while, but after yawning for the fifth time at lunch, he decided he would finally ask.

"I was up late doing research," you answered. It was a common excuse of yours, and it made sense. There was always so much researching you had to do on a daily basis that it wasn't too far fetched.

Dean nodded, taking a break from his breakfast burger while you stared into space and stirred at your eggs. "Kid, you got to go to bed earlier. You need your sleep more than we do. I can survive on four hours, but you? Haven't there been like, studies on sleep in kids?" He looked around the bunker's kitchen, clearly looking for Sam. "Where's Sam when you need him?"

"I'm fine, Dean. Really. But I'll start sleeping in if you're really that worried about it."

"Good," he said, and resumed eating his burger.

You would have dropped the case right then if it hadn't been so important. Three people had died in the past week and you'd done everything in your power to keep the boys from knowing about it.

You would finish this case and that would be it, you decided. You could wait another week, maybe catch up on sleep. Let the Winchesters forget about your weird behavior and then slowly start it up again. You'd have to change up the pattern, though. Keep it random. Otherwise the boys would pick you apart, and you couldn't have that.

No, you definitely couldn't have that.

///

Everyone had survived that night, and it had been absolutely liberating. The werewolf was dead, and the survivors were… alive… like any survivors were. They didn't have their hearts outside of their chests, so… that was a plus.

You did get a claw scratch on your arm, though. You would stitch it up quick in the bathroom when you got back to the bunker. No biggie.

But when you'd finished the hunt that night, cleaned the scene, and wrapped it all up, there was a text notification blinking at the top of your screen.

Oh no.

You almost dropped your phone. What if it was them? What if they figured you out? What would they do? You turned the screen on. The unread texts weren't viewable, but the sender's name read 'Dean'.

And then panic struck. You dropped your phone in shock. There you were, swaying on the dirt road at four in the morning, your lungs heaving for air. You soon fell to your knees, punching the dirt with your fist in rage, where you ignored the rocks digging into your hands.

You let out a shuddery breath, the start of a sob, and a hand decided to rest itself on your shoulder.

You jerked away, scrambling to your feet, but you then realized that arm connected to a trenchcoat, and that trenchcoat an angel. You blinked at him, stammering and swaying where you stood. "Castiel." You waited, but he was silent. "Aren't you going to take me back?" You would almost rather he just flat out yell. He should hate you. Yet he was deadly calm. You blinked up at him in bafflement. "Cas, you caught me, aren't you going to take me back?"

"No," he said. "I don't believe it is the best time for them." His gaze was heavy and disappointed.

So Dean was throwing a hissy fit, then.

You bit at your cheek, heart still thrumming in your chest. At some point you would need to head back. Castiel would take you back, he was just waiting. Why was he waiting? Why wait now?

"You knew before, didn't you?"

His eyes were like little blue moons at dawn: rare and, unironically, supernatural. "I suspected it." Castiel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I just didn't understand why. I want to know. Will you tell me?"

"Nobody trusts me anymore."

"It was never about trust," Castiel disagreed. "It was about your safety. Dean constantly worries about you. Constantly. It's almost ridiculous. He's been in a constant state of anxiety, lately. He feared you were sick."

"Yeah, it is ridiculous. I'm a prisoner in my own home! I'm treated like a baby!" Tears of frustration well up in your eyes and you can't stop them. "Cas, I'm a hunter. Hunters can't save people when they're stuck up doing research all day!"

"Not like a baby," Castiel shook his head like you didn't understand. "Like a friend. Like a sister."

"So sisters get babied but brothers don't?"

Cas stared you straight in the eyes, like you were completely transparent. "You're not an adult yet. Sam is much different—"

"Sam is the same! We both know the risks! We're both mature enough to make choices!"

Cas wasn't having it. "In the eyes of the law, you're still a child."

"Right, and a few months from now I won't be? I'll change from baby to adult? At eighteen I'm suddenly mature and be able to make my own choices? No. They don't trust me now, so they won't trust me when I'm eighteen. I just—" your voice cracked and the tears that were building finally fell. "I'll be able to make my own choices at eighteen, but I don't want to lose them. I don't want Dean to push me away—" You sonbed and then breathed through your nose. "Because he does that. He pushes—" You stifled back another deep sob. "—he pushes away things he's afraid to hurt. Like… like Ben and Lisa. And... and me."

Castiel looked at you in sorrow. "He doesn't want to push you away. He wants to protect you. That's what you're not seeing."

"That doesn't make this right!"

"I didn't say it made it right."

Coyote howls in the distance broke the argument.

You both stood there until you realized you were shivering against the frigid wind. Castiel noticed, of course. "I believe we should return now.' Cas extended his hand.

You took it.

///

Your panic was returning when Cas flew you to the bunker. The hunters had heard you both, with an infuriated Dean Winchester marching down the stairs and a somewhat rational but uptight Sam Winchester in tow.

Oh, you were dead.

You grasped Castiel's arm, fearing the argument to come. He grabbed your hand in return, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It's alright," he murmured. "For now, I'll try to handle them. I know they're a bit… extreme right now."

"A bit?"

Cas said nothing.

Dean marched in with a sneer, but hurt was clearly drawn all over his face. If you had thought he hadn't trusted you before, this was surely his breaking point. He would never trust you again.

You backed away, wiggling your hand in Cas's grip, but he held on.

"Dean," Cas warned.

"What in hell were you thinking?!"

"Dean!" Cas shouted, but the hunter kept plowing ahead, like a bull at a bullseye. So Castiel reached out and the two disappeared with a flutter.

Dean was lurched from his feet and he felt sick when he landed. They were deep in a forest, and to hell if Dean knew where he was at all. "Cas, what the hell?!"

"You were scaring her."

"Scaring her? Yeah, frick that, she scared me! What was she thinking?! Oh, she is never—"

"You forget I can hear her heartbeat, Dean. She was terrified she would lose you both."

"You know, maybe she will. I am sick of this—"

Castiel's patience had worn thin. He boomed in his true voice, "Dean!" It shook the ground and trees, and it rattled the sky so that Dean was knocked off his feet again. The hunter stared up at the angel, shocked silent.

The hunter and the angel stared at each other until Cas had composed himself. "Shut up," Cas said calmly. "I believe she was justified in her behavior."

Dean's eyes hardened and his jaw set. His expression was a mixture of anger, confusion, and hurt. "What?" he said dangerously.

"She was lonely and confined. Cooped up for a month as a research girl. She was sick of it. And because you would never listen to her, she decided that deceiving you was the better option."

Dean became defensive, scoffing, "I would listen—"

"You made it so she couldn't come to you. You made her feel like she was a child and that she wasn't trusted. Dean, she's a hunter. You know you can't trap a hunter for long."

Dean's eyes were red and welled up with tears. He blinked, but they didn't go away. "I'm afraid of losing her."

"Then tell her that, but you can't control her. You can't keep her from hunting."

Dean's lips curled as he fought against his tears that threatened to fall. He just shook his head. "Cas, I just wanted her to be safe."

"I know, Dean." He held out his hand to return to the bunker.

Dean took it.

///

And that left you and Sam, which was, in your opinion, much worse. You completely avoided his eyes. Sam was surely overwhelmingly disappointed, and you didn't want to see it. You sat yourself in a chair, knowing full well that Sam was going to want to talk to you, so you might as well talk sitting.

"Why? Why'd you do it?"

You closed your eyes. "I felt trapped here. I needed to get out and actually do something. I wanted to help people. I knew—God, I knew this would happen. Stupid of me. I knew you guys would figure me out I just… I just needed to feel useful for once." You shook your head. "How'd you guys find out?"

"Dean was getting worried about you, so he checked your room to see if you were asleep. You weren't there."

"Oh."

Sam shifted next to you. "You're like a sister to him, you know. The sister he never had. He would do anything to protect you."

"Even if it meant locking me away."

"Yeah, even that."

You finally found the courage to look at Sam, and his eyes were on you, sad but understanding.

He sighed, "I think he just wishes you wouldn't be so sacrificial. It scares him."

"Hm. Seems to run in the family."

Sam pursed his lips. "We all just want you safe, okay? We can figure this out, I just… I wish you would have told us instead of running off. You seriously could have gotten yourself killed out there and we wouldn't even know. So, I'm… I'm sorry about keeping you here and making you feel like you couldn't come to us."

"I'm sorry about lying. I didn't want to lose you guys…" you sniffed, tears coming back to your eyes.

"C'mere."

You and Sam embraced. You couldn't help bet let yourself melt into the hug and let your tears fall. You'd needed this for a long time. You hiccuped, "You don't—mind—a little—heart to heart?"

"Not at all."

"Aw, I should have caught that on tape," Dean said from behind you.

You and Sam both turned, breaking out of your hug. You asked warily, "Dean?"

"Cas and I had a chat. You and I are still going to talk, but," he admitted, "for what it's worth, I'm sorry, kiddo."

And with that, you brought both hunters in for a group hug. "This count as a chick flick moment?" you asked.

Dean smiled. "Definitely."

#dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #supernatural fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #reader #reader insert #supernatural #supernatural imagine #imagine

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sweetbitterpdf · 4 years

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(another) 17 questions tag! this time tagged by the wind beneath my wings my moon my stars @lepetitepeach and also @lucasseliott !! thank u friends

i’m gonna do this one as well because it’s decently different to the last one i was tagged in

Nickname: as i said in the last one, my full first name is emma so em is technically a nickname. also, my mother used to call me “moose” when i was little!!

Zodiac sign: taurus babey!!

Height: 180cm / 5′11″

Nationality: canadian!

Favourite season: up until recently i would have said autumn without a second thought, but i’ve really been warming up (hehe) to spring!!

Favourite flower: i’m not much of a flower person in that i’m not super educated about the different sorts of flowers, but i love them whenever i see them!! wildflowers i guess?

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: i love them all dearly, but if i had to rank them... coffee, hot chocolate, then tea

Amount of sleep i get: 7-8 most nights, but a little more when i have the day off/during times when i’m not busy!

Lucky number(s): i’m not sure if i have any lucky ones, but my favourite has always been 7!

Dream job: an educator of some sort! i’m planning on getting my PhD so i would love to be a prof, but i’d also love to teach at a high school level too!! also a writer of some sort!!

Dream trip: greece, without a doubt! other than that... the grand voyage to belgium to visit my pal that’s happening in *checks calendar* 71 days AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Wearing: an oversized t-shirt and some old shorts!! PJs babey!!

Favourite colour: i love all colours— maybe green, if i had to choose one..?

Favourite fictional character(s): eliott demaury obvs! recently, sydney and mitch from v.e. schwab’s vicious (they just... care about each other), jo march (a lesbian), noah sweetwine from jandy nelson’s i’ll give you the sun, Gilbert Blythe from awae, Rahim, Eric, and Ola from Sex Education... there’s definitely more, but those are the ones that come to mind!

Cats or dogs: cats! my bias has been reinforced by the fact that i’m (mildly) allergic to dogs and the fact that i have the best cat in the entire history of everything that has ever existed (an objective fact)

Random facts: i used to do spelling bees (in english) and speech/public speaking competitions (in french) when i was a kid, i’ve been vegertarian since new year’s day 2014, i’ve finished reading seven books so far this year, and i’m currently translating gorgias’ encomium of helen in my greek class!! it’s a praise of helen of troy and it talks abt the fact that the shame that’s been placed on her is completely unjustified and basically she did nothing wrong. i’m digging it tbh

Followers: 769 ( nice B) )

#tags;#not tagging anyone bc i was tagged in this like a million years ago but i still wanted to do it nonetheless uwu

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thethiefandtheairbender · 5 years

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Holy FFUK dude I am so crazy about your ATLA analyses, you’re so good at them! I’m a high schooler and literally all I want is to be able to do that like you. This is a really open ended question but what do you think I can do to get to being that good eventually???

I am answering this so late so sorry about that but thank you so much!!! This is such a sweet message!! I’m actually not that far beyond my high school years so I will definitely say yes, you can!!

I only got into writing meta a few years ago and practiced a lot, mostly over on my voltron sideblog @shiroallura. A lot of the thoughts I put in my Aang meta, though, are ones I’ve cultivated over the past... six years at least. I’ve always had a pretty good inherent sense for narrative — things like narrative foils, parallels, thematic arcs, etc. — ever since I was a kid, definitely helped along by ATLA, but I’ve also spent a lot of time nurturing it over the past six to seven years. I got really into reading meta and analyses when I joined the HTTYD fandom on tumblr back in 2013, and to this day it’s probably still the most meta-heavy fandom I’ve seen (at least, it was back then; I don’t know as much about the current state of it now).

My recommendation would be to read meta, but to also not like anyone else’s opinion really affect your own. That’s not to say someone’s meta can’t change your mind on something, but examining the text on your own and seeing what you see can be great for objectivity. For example, if I listened to the majority of ATLA (zuko/katara) shippers on tumblr say about Aang, I probably wouldn’t hold the opinions I do on his arc. So making sure your perspective isn’t skewed by shipping biases, no matter what they are, is important I think, as is looking at context and the work on its own, and then with stuff from the creators.

I would also say pick something you love - like say your favourite movie, or ATLA, or a book - and watch/read the Thing with only a specific thing in mind. It could be paying extra attention to a single character, a relationship, etc., or even something smaller. Whether it’s a line you loved, or a line that didn’t feel right, focus in on it, and then see what the text behind it actually does.

For example, one of my favourite little details in ATLA is about Katara’s line in “The Southern Raiders,” when she says to Sokka, “Then you didn’t love [our mother] the way I did.” It’s harsh, and not at all warranted - she’s lashing out, and it shows what a poor state she’s currently in. However, when I go back and watch the series, I completely see that that line isn’t the harsh throwaway most people seem to see it as, and I saw that for two main reasons. The first is in Book Two, “The Swamp.” The original gaang all see people in the Swamp, and they all reveal to one another who they saw. Sokka is consumed by the more recent loss of Yue, but Katara still sees their mother, and each of them know that. Then, in “The Runaway,” about a season later, Katara overhears Sokka admitting to Toph that he can’t remember what their mother looked like. And in that scene, Sokka’s confession moves to Katara to tears. So while these were things that she felt sympathy and empathy over in the past, in the face of her anger in TSR, she’s willing to use them against him when saying this line. However unjustified it is, there is a basis, and it doesn’t come from nowhere. That’s excellent writing. It’s a tiny little thing that says so much about Katara’s character, and her duality, her and Sokka’s differences, and how the loss of a parent echoes throughout the series for most of the main characters (sans Toph, mostly).

I also nurtured my analytical skills and narrative understanding of my own, whether through fanfiction, or the fantasy series I’m working on. I’d say that 55% of writing is intentional, 35% is unintentional, and the remaining 10% is figuring out the unintentional stuff and making it intentional. For example, there will be themes, concepts, character archetypes, etc. that you are naturally drawn to. Over the years I’ve figured out some of mine, and the messages I find personally meaningful (like not giving into hopelessness, no matter what) that I imbed my work in both on purpose, and just by de facto because books are nothing if not interwoven with personal beliefs or statements in there somewhere.

With those things you naturally gravitate to, there will be parallels and such that you did not mean to create, but did so anyway. I did not intend for a theme throughout all the books to be the complex relationship between mothers and daughters, but stumbled across it because most of my main and minor characters are women, and the story has a slight intergenerational slant especially in the earlier books. Then, when I realized this complex mother ( / mother figure) - daughter relationship was a common occurrence not only for my protagonist, but for other characters as well, I decided to lean into it, and make it intentional, and reinforce it as a theme or concept the books try to explore, because well... it was already there. I may as well just make it stronger.

So yeah! Start with what you love, and go from there. Good stories will reward you by having more layers beyond the surface reading, even if the surface value should also never be disregarded or flat out dismissed. And learning how to layer your own stories is a simultaneous process of looking at how other people layer theirs to know how to layer your own, and knowing how other people have layered their stories from how you layer your own.

Long answer short: practice makes perfect, have fun, and you’ll discover some really great things along the way. Thanks again for this message nonnie, it really made my day!

#atla meta #sort of #slightly??#dragons rambles #thanks for asking #anonymous #katara #atla #mine #writing advice

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windschildfanfictionwriter · 5 years

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The Post War Draco Arguement

It seems like everyone is weighing in on the idea of Draco Malfoy’s post book arc that apparently makes him a ‘good person’ because he ‘grew up’ and no longer tried to murder people or delight in their torture/death.

Yeah. No.

Harry, Ron and Hermione literally saved Draco’s life in the room of requirements and not even an hour later Draco is telling Death Eaters he is one of them in order to try to spare his own life.

Draco didn’t become good. He just realized that he would go to jail and be punished for his misdeeds if he didn’t put on some good boy pants. He’s not pretending to be good, he is a coward who is too afraid to be the bad person that he was.

There is nothing in the books, in all seven books, to suggest otherwise. There are moments when he is terrified, traumatized, unbearably scared of the negative consequences he has wreaked upon himself, but there was no point where he felt compassion for others or regret. There was no moment where he went to Ron and was like... hey bro, you know how I poisoned you? You know, almost murdering you? Like, I’m totes sorry about that. I regret not only trying to murder Albus Dumbledore, but all the terrible side accidents that happened because of it. That must have been really painful and horrible for you, choking and suffocating and all that.

Hey, Katie Bell, you know that horrible curse I put on you? Yeah, my bad. Knocked you out for your last season of Quidditch and nearly murdered you too, and destroyed all semblance of joy for your graduating year, but uh... totally wasn’t aiming for you?

Nope, no remorse or regret, just gonna cry like a little fucking bitch in the bathroom about MY problems. Totally points to redemption. You betcha.

The fact that people treated Ron like he was being immature for holding a grudge against him? Made me fucking livid.

No, no, no, we don’t forgive people for trying to murder us. That’s just not healthy. “Forgiveness is not for the perpetrator, it is for the victim.” Some people will say. “So that they themselves can move passed the past and live a healthier life.” Sorry, but there’s a hard pass on that.

Things that can be forgiven with time?

A bully.

If Draco had only bullied them, then sure. You’re both adults now. Maybe they’ll never be friends, but some hurtful words and such can be forgiven.

But Draco Malfoy demonstrated time again to go passed simple bullying. He’s demonstrated pleasure at the thought of someone else’s death, has shown that he himself would want to be the cause of it, he attempted to murder Dumbledore- in the process nearly killing two students, and showed no remorse what so ever for either events. For either person.

Only for himself.

Draco Malfoy is a coward. He should have gone to jail for attempted murder, assault, endangerment, AND for being a Death Eater. Say all you want about him being a ‘child.’ He was well passed childhood. He was a teenager who was one year away from being an adult in the eyes of the wizarding world. Young enough to be forgiven for mistakes (because everybody makes them) but not young enough to be forgiven for attempted murder.

And before anyone comes up with any weak ass arguments about him having his parents held as hostages... are you out of your god damn mind? Draco was thrilled to be made a Death Eater. He practically glowed with the joy of it on the train ride. Your little head cannon is just that. An imaginary thing that doesn’t exist. No one was a hostage.

No. Voldemort gave Draco a job he couldn’t possibly handle and sat back to watch the shit show unfold. Daddy was in jail and Mummy was off and making deals with Snape and her sister so they were no where near being held hostage by the dark lord.

It was only when Draco realized how outclassed he was, how much of an idiot he was for thinking that he could do this, that his fear of not being able to complete the task (not the task itself, mind you) overwhelmed him and made him realize that his life was truly in danger.

One of the failings of the books, I always thought, was allowing Draco Malfoy to (essentially) get away with everything. His family remained alive. He was safe. Free to get married and have kids, apparently. It was only the disdain of the the wizarding world he had to deal with and that seems to have been all but forgotten by the time the epilogue rolled around.

While people like Tonks and Lupin, Sirius and Cedric, Fred and Colin and many more died... this motherfucker got to live.

Its quite sickening.

And then good people like Ron are just expected to shake his hand and let things just... be? Fuck that. Draco Malfoy deserved to be poisoned and cursed and dropped off the Astronomy Tower with the entirety of Hogwarts applauding his death before heading off to the Great Hall for tea.

The trope of Draco Malfoy being ‘misunderstood’ is as unjustifiable as the one that states Ron Weasley is a bad friend. These tropes are born out of a problem with culture. The idea that the ‘bad boy’ no matter how terrible he is, no matter abusive or sickening his behavior can always be justified by a shitty passed or other excuses (Draco). On the other hand the idea that a genuinely good person who stands beside the hero is unforgivable for having moments of weakness, of being human, and who is not perfect is also apart of society. The sidekick who has one bad trait is considered to be unworthy while a bad guy is considered misunderstood for having one line in one book that wasn’t absolutely bad.

Romance Novels are filled with Draco Malfoys. They glorify his type. My best friend (who adores the trash) went on an on about an assassin who kidnapped this woman against her will (but for her own good, apparently). This assassin forces her to stay on this island with him. Yet he is misunderstood. He was horribly abused as a child and had these malicious terrible things done so despite the fact that he is holding her against her will, he is the good guy.

Another book summary from my bestie? This guy ignores this girls safe word and goes too far. Repeatedly. But no, its not his fault! Because he was raised this way. He’s a good guy. Really.

Again and again and again she tells me about these romance novels and it truly sickens me. That woman are so into this concept. That the guy who is abusive and horrible and mentally fucked up is more desirable and interesting than the well rounded, genuinely good people in the world.

She has never, not once, described a healthy relationship in the hundreds and hundreds of books she’s read. Its all equally sickening.

Which is why people find Severus Snape to be good. It’s why people prefer the Draco Malfoy’s to the sweet Ronald Weasley’s. They have a fascination with the mentally fucked up. They find a thrill with unraveling the reasoning behind it and for trying to draw out the good in all that fucked up-ness.

The Romance Genre is the highest grossing Genre in all of literature. More than Sci-Fi or fantasty or Young Adult. This Genre, primarily bought by woman, is filled to the brim with abusive, terrible behavior that is glorified and giggled over.

Because its popular.

Because it sells.

That is why Draco Malfoy is popular even though he has no right to be. It is vicious and ugly and sickening, but true, none the less. People like abusive assholes and they’ll fall over themselves to give them excuses.

#Anti-Draco #HarryPotter #DracoMalfoy #Bully

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Dust and Dragons

Summary: We all saw how Drogon took Daenerys body. But what happened next?

English is not my first language!!

Part 1

Daenerys

The air was dry, but the stone was cool. It ate like ice through the leathery fabric of her suit. The piece of clothing in which Daenerys had conquered the throne stuck to the sweaty skin like Hartz on a tree. Your lungs feel air. The first breath hurt like a thousand knives. Dust had dried her mouth. Dany gasped, rolling weakly to one side, coughing as if she was suffocating. Someone handed her a glass of water. She drank it greedily, dropped the empty glass and heard it break into small pieces. It was the sound of a broken dream.

"Careful," someone said.

Daenerys looked up. A man with black hair, deep dark eyes and a red cloak stood beside her. He was a stranger to her. Dany did not want to hear, pushed herself off the stone and immediately regretted it. Her knees were powerless, sagging under her weight. The pain in her heart grew. Memories ate through her memory. Where the narrow hole was under her breast, Jon Snow stabbed her. She could remember exactly. The heir to the throne had seized the opportunity to wrest her from the throne. It was exactly as she had feared. Jon Snow was a miserable liar. Of course he wanted to claim the throne.

With one hand on her chest she said to the stranger, who looked uncertainly: "Shouldn’t I be dead?"

The man nodded and went to his knees to be at eye level. A chain of pure golf hung around his neck. A red oval stone caught her eye. "So have you. Your dragon has saved you and brought you to me."

Daenerys frowned. "Drogon?"

The man nodded and offered her a hand. Dany looked at him scrutinizing. Who was he? How could he save her? How did Drogon know what to do?

She let the strangers pull her up. Supporting, he held her tight. She felt like glass that could burst in the hands of her savior at any moment, though he barely touched her. Only so much that she did not lose her balance.

"Who, who are you?" Daenerys wanted to know.

His black eyes brushed Dany's eyes. Then he slowly released her to bend his knee in front of her.

"My name is Gaedor Mallarys, I am a red priest of the Lord of Light, and the reawakening of the deceased is, so to speak, my specialty." Gaedor rose and rubbed the sandy dust off his knees with a wave of his hand.

The temple they were in seemed deserted. Several large fragments of stone and concrete lay around the stone table where Dany had come to life again.

The red priest followed her gaze. "I am sorry to have to welcome you back here Queen Daenerys. Unfortunately, I am not a asked guest here in the halls of my like-minded."

Daenerys felt too upset at the moment to ask what he meant by that. But she would not forget it. Now she just wanted more water to wash the remaining dust and the disgusting taste out of her mouth. Take a warm bath to scrub the dried blood off the body and prepare a new plan. Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, Queen of the Andals, Rhyonar and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grassy Sea, the Unburned, Breaker of the Chains, Mother of Dragons and Queen of Mereen was not going down that easily. Westeros should better take care, because now the dragon was awakened.

Like a watchdog, Drogon lay in the sand in front of the collapsing temple. Golden sand lay on top of Drogon like a blanket that warmed him. If he were not too tall and the temple was not endangered by the collapse, she would surely have known her true Savior by her side.

The dragon, with shimmering red scales, raised its heavy head as its mother stepped out of the temple. The sun blinded her. The light hurt in her eyes, so Dany held a hand over her face. She was back in Essos, where she had fought for years against slavery and set herself the goal of making the world better.

Drogon growled loudly. It was a cry of joy, Daenerys felt that. The attachment to her child was stronger than ever. It was not for nothing that dragons and dragon riders shared a piece of their soul. She had it with all her children, but with Drogon the strongest. Maybe it was because he was the dragon that demanded the most attention or that he bore the name of the great Khal Drogo. The man she wanted to give a child and was waiting with him somewhere. Waiting for them to reunite. Actually, Daenerys should already be with them. She should have embraced her son and tell the great Khal about her journey across the Sea, about how doggedly the Khalasar had fought for their Khaleesi. But her brother Visery's, and her later dream, had now fallen to dust in her hands. She had lost everything except Drogon. Her army, two of her children, her protector, her best friend, her lover ... and the Iron Throne. Her vision of the Immortal House became real. She had the throne, felt the steel melted by dragonfire into one of Westero's mightiest seats, but never sat down. The voice of a dragon prevented her from doing so. Aegon Targaryen's voice. After him came the black death. An eternity of nothing and loneliness.

Drogon spread his wings and yelled again into the infinite sky. Then, with a quick movement, he tilted his head, snuggling against Daenerys. At first Dany took a step back, not because she was afraid, but because she feared she would not be able to stop her weak legs against Drogon's push. But this fear was unjustified. Dany put a hand on Drogon's face. The dragon closed his eyes and it seemed like he was smiling.

"You might think the dragon has real feelings," Gaedor said fearfully. He did not seem to trust the dragon.

"Of course he has some, what did you think, why else should he have brought his mother across the strait to you?"

Carefully, the priest approached her and her child. His long red coat trailed a trail in the sand behind him. Slowly, he reached for Drogon, who opened his eyes, raised his head, and stopped only inches from Gaedor's face. Drogon opened his mouth threateningly.

Gaedor withdrew his hand. The dragon did not want to be touched by him. The body of Drogon towered high enough to cover Daenery's shadow. It was hot and Dany melted like iron in the fire under the burning sun of Essos.

"I have some questions for you, Gaedor, take me to your quarters." It was not a question or a request, it was an order.

The plump man in his late forties nodded. "If you want that, I will accompany you to me, but Mother of the Dragons," he stopped in mid-sentence and corrected himself, "But Mother of the Dragon, my home is modest, I can not guarantee that you will feel comfortable there. "

Daenery's face remained hard as her soul tore further. Drogon was the last child she had left, and this red priest rubbed it under his nose. To the injured soul anger also flared up. "I am the mother of dragons!"

Gaedor raised his hands apologetically. "Of course, I just thought-"

"What did you think?" Dany asked angrily. It moved in her chest, but she did not let the pain outward affect her appearance.

The last time she showed weakness she was murdered. Daenerys took a deep breath. The emotions boiled over and tore her into a spiral from which she could not escape again. She did not want to admit it, but without Gaedor she was completely alone. She needed him for the moment, even if she wanted nothing more than to see him and all the people burning."I forgive you your words, Gaedor, now let’s go."

Gaedor looked puzzled and confused, but nodded again. Drogon leaned toward Daenerys, who climbed onto his back. Meanwhile, the red priest remained in place as a tree struck roots. He seemed tense, as if he expected Dany to burn him on the spot and disintegrate into ashes.

Daenerys saw Kings Landing before in front of her eyes. The cries of people who looked like ants. The feeling that she had then, and now felt on Drogon's back, made her shiver. It was pure strength and power.

“Come on. We're flying."

Shy, like a sheep, he got up, dragging himself up to the back of the dragon with the long coat over his body. He did not dare to touch the Queen of Ashes. Just before Drogon started the flight, she said,

"Hold on tight, if you fall, you'll die ..."

Already, Drogon opened his wings, took a start, and flew up into the sky.

One wing beat, the next and another. The desert below looked like a sea of gold. This area would be called the Red Desert."We have to go east, Daenerys, far to the east," Gaedor said against the hot wind.

"Where exactly are you taking me, priest?" Dany asked, oriented to the sun. In the east was Qohor and the Jade Seas and behind it ...

"Have you heard anything about the fabulous Asshai, Queen Daenerys?"

#game of thrones #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #a song of ice and fire #jon snow #sansa stark #arya stark #theo reaken imagine #aegon targaryen

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Stucky A/B/O Recs

Omega!Bucky

Time for Home by GoodbyeBlues (E) (WIP)

When Steve rescues Bucky from a car wreck in the middle of a snow storm, he isn’t looking for a reward, but he certainly isn’t expecting to be berated about his lack of wifi and his “unjustifiable” use of emergency scissors either. He also isn’t expecting to find his infuriating new housemate so goddamn attractive. Saving Bucky Barnes’ life was easy. Living with him? Not so much.

What I Used To Be by thepinupchemist (E) *

When the police uncover a hidden sub-basement in the home of criminal Alexander Pierce and find a tortured omega and his three pups, they bring them to the Stark Omega Clinic, a non-profit dedicated to rehabilitating traumatized omegas. After dark in September 2005, fourteen year old Bucky Barnes vanished. Eleven years and three pups later, he is far from the boy that went missing from a suburban neighborhood outside of Denver. Steve Rogers is an alpha of some means. When he came into money, he decided to use what he had for good and sign up as a candidate to be a support alpha for his close friend Tony’s charitable clinic. When he takes on the task of helping reintegrate Bucky and his pups into the world, he doesn’t expect to fall so hard.

Heat Stroke by cleo4u2, xantissa (E)

Captain America and the Winter Soldier meet for the first time in 2015. Now Bucky, after years of torture at Hydra’s and more as a prisoner of S.H.I.E.L.D., is being given the chance to gain his freedom. All he has to do, is complete a mission with a team he can’t stand while following the orders of yet another pompous, controlling Alpha. Steve thinks he can get his team through their most difficult mission to date, so long as he can get the smell of the Winter Soldier’s heat out of his nose.

Biological Imperative by stuckytrash (Watsittoyou) (E)

“I want to have a baby.”

Steve managed not to spit his coffee in Bucky’s face.

“Well, for that, you’d usually need a boyfriend.”

“I was kind of hoping that… that you’d…”

Oh.

- In which Bucky wants to have Steve’s baby, and Steve is a very concerned dad-to-be.

Heart of Fools by Claudia_flies (E)

seven months since he found it in the Omega center. It has pictures of smiling couples holding hands, sitting on picnic blankets under willow trees. They’re outlined by slogans like “Serve Your Country” and “Your Contribution is Needed”.

The Fool in the Mirror by thepinupchemist (E)

The Avengers, SHIELD, and the world at large have underestimated the pain that Steve Rogers is in.

The night after a near brush with a suicide attempt, Steve discovers the world of support omegas, and in his desperation for relief from the battlefield of his brain, demands to have one.

Enter Bucky Barnes: retired marine, millennial, amputee, brother, son, and support omega. He maybe, just maybe, can help a broken alpha heal in the twenty-first century.

A Midsummer Knight’s Dream by cobaltmoony, GoldBlooded (E)

Sir Steven, knight, alpha, and baron of a small countryside estate, receives an invitation to a Royal Tournament: It’s a winner-take-all competition, and the prize? The hand of Prince James, the kingdom’s most eligible omega, in marriage.

It seems like a lifetime ago that young Steven left the palace – and his best pal, the prince - to attend to his familial duties. Since that time, he’s dreamed of reclaiming his friendship with the prince; if not as a companion, then perhaps as a member of the prince’s guard.

Prince James, royal, omega, and heir to the throne is tired of being reduced to his designation and pressured into an arranged marriage like a political pawn. He devises the tournament as a means to an end: winner claims his hand in marriage, but if he wins? He’ll get to claim his own future.

Let the tournament begin…

Wish I’d Never Gone by thepinupchemist (E) (WIP)

Over a year has passed since Steve last saw his best friend Bucky, until late one Friday evening, when Bucky shows up at Steve’s doorstep, beaten to hell and reeking of fear. After seven positive pregnancy tests, Bucky knows he has to leave Brock – who cost Bucky his entire support system and all his friends. He can only hope that Steve will take pity on him and give him a place to crash. In the end, Steve gives him much more. A story of two friends who never realized the most important person was next to them all along.

The Omega at Starbucks by BrofriendWrites (E)

As Steve grabs coffee with his best friend and co-worker Sam Wilson, he catches a scent of the most delectable smelling omega he’s ever smelled… Only problem is he can’t place who the smell is coming from…

What Happens In Asgard… by LeisurelyPanda (E)

Bucky wakes up after a night of celebrating preventing another world-ending catastrophe to find that he became a mated man overnight. Oops? At least Steve is… well, Steve.

Omega!Steve

you were a kindness when I was a stranger by suzukiblu (E)

The asset’s heat is syncing with his mission’s rut.

Or maybe that’s supposed to be the other way around.

The Good Fight by appalachian_fireflies (E)

Steve is an auxiliary omega, trained to treat alphas in stuck in Fight, the ones too shell-shocked and unstable to be sent home

Sergeant James Barnes is a former POW who doesn’t want his fucking help.

I Get Misty Just Holding Your Hand by fiasco_sauce (T)

“Hey, there,” a voice says.

He feels very warm and heavy, but he lifts his head, blinks to clear his eyes. The omega is smiling down at him. He knows the omega. The omega–

“You’ve slept for a while,” the omega says. “Breakfast came while you were out. You hungry?”

He remembers. He is in a cell, he was captured, he was caught and drugged and chained. They put him in the cell, and then the omega put himself in the cell, and something about that is wrong. The omega should not be in a cell. The omega is–

“You shouldn’t be here,” he says, and the omega’s face goes blank and shocked, like he’s been sucker-punched. That is wrong, that is very wrong. The omega sits back and takes his warm safe arms away, and that is awful.

(Continuation of I Get Sentimental When You Hold Me Tight, this time from Bucky’s POV.)

Overdue by cuddleslutloki (E)

Six years after he presents as an omega, Steve goes into heat in the middle of World War 2. The trigger? Sparring with his best friend.

sweet child of mine by icoulddothisallday (T)

It had been nine years since Bucky had last seen Steve Rogers. Nine years and he’d mostly lost hope of ever finding his friend again. All he had to hold on was that last night, the scent of Steve’s pre-heat and the warmth of his body. Until Steve abruptly reappears in New York, eight-year-old daughter in tow.

*Warning for non-con

#stucky fic recs #recs #abo #stucky

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mininky · 6 years

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Heavy Lies the Crown-7

Summary: (Y/N) has the fate of her people on her shoulders and according to a seer, the only way to save her kingdom from the bloodthirsty wolves is by giving herself to the god of the hunt.

Pairing: werewolf!Namjoon x reader

Warnings: dark humor sprinkled in there, some more daddy issues. A whole lot of dialogue. Honestly, it’s almost all dialogue.

word count: 5.1K

Prologue Chapter one two three four five six seven eight

The room felt cold in its tense silence, the atmosphere hanging in a state of near suffocation as you stared at Melinda with obvious animosity. None of this affected her. Not in the way it did you. Clawing at you. Anxiety bubbling. Anger rippling in red hot flashes, threatening to tumble you over the edge. Silence. Silence was all that greeted you other than her giddy smirk. You're not sure how long all of you sat like this after the other boys had made an exit (by near force, it wasn't what they wanted to do that was for certain.) It might have been just a few seconds, but it certainly felt longer. Namjoon was next to you in an equal state of agitation, Melinda across the table seemed to be relishing in the havoc she had reeked without saying anything. "You said you have much to speak about. Now speak." Your voice came out in a near growl, nerves on edge as you willed yourself to stay in your seat. You're not sure why you were so put off by her. Perhaps it had been the flurry of Namjoon's emotions that put you in this state to begin with. Perhaps it had just been the syrupy sweet voice and mocking twist in her berry bitten red lips. Perhaps it had been a combination of both, brewing and festering in you until it reached a near barbaric state. "My my so impatient. I guess I shouldn't expect anything less from you though. You've always been that way." She shined her perfectly shaped nails on her shirt as she spoke, not even batting an eyelash at your terse words. You opened your mouth to respond but she quickly cut you off. "I'm not here to fight. In fact, I'm here for anything but that. So please, don't be so riled up." Namjoon gave a grunt of annoyance and you fought off the smile that threatened. At least he felt the same as you did about this situation. "What are you here for then Melinda?" You speak through gritted teeth as your gaze bore holes into her stupidly perfect face. Gods, you don't know why you hate her so much right now but you do. It's not fair really, she hasn't even done anything. Yet. There's the problem. You're waiting for the shoe to drop. She gives a pretty little bat of her eyes at you before a hearty laugh rips out of her. "I always loved your spunk. No beating around the bushes. No lying. Just blunt honesty from you." "We've met twice." "Oh! Well, see that's where you're wrong. I have been by your side in various disguises throughout your life. As your nanny, as a maid, as a fellow soldier even." Her cheshire grin grows larger at the look of confusion on your face and she basks in that for another beat before continuing on. "You see I have watched over you for a simple reason. Have you never questioned the distance from your father?" "He's rather distant from everyone, even my mother." "True. Although he's always had a bit more of a temper with you. Have you never wondered why?" "I'm not at all what he wanted me to be. We both know I make a terrible princess." "That's not true, you make a terrific princess he's just too much of a sexist, elitist, entitled prick to realize that." Namjoon's candid sentiment has you stop breathing for a moment, losing your thoughts in how he immediately stands up for you before Melinda's voice shatters the moment. "Well, Joonie is right." You feel your fingers twitch at the nickname but refuse to admit it. "Yes, your father is all those things but really his problem with you has been even deeper than that. You aren't his child, at least not by blood." Something deep inside you snaps. The lost little girl in you breaks like a twig leaving your soul shaking and fists clenching. You had always heard rumors but had tucked all the terrible things in a heavily locked box dark in the recesses of your mind only to be opened at the worst of times. Your sight swivels onto Namjoon as you feel his hand soothing cup your jaw and you force yourself to harden your emotions. Melinda's voice comes out softer this time, and you feel bitterness threaten to break you at the pity she shows. "I know you've always wondered, I know you've questioned this before." "And why again are you here Melinda? If not to trample on my emotions for personal gain or just for the fun of it? I see none of this as being important to me, it makes no difference in who I am or who I have become." You strike back with venom dripping from your words, bitterness seeping out and threatening to break you in half. Melinda sighs, recoiling slightly at your snappy remark. "That's not why I'm here or why I'm saying this, but you need to know. I'm here because your father, your blood father, was a strong wizard. I know that this is sudden but please hear me out. You are of age now, your abilities are growing and soon the seal placed on you before birth will break completely and if you don't learn how to control your powers things might become dangerous. I'm here to ask you to come with me, to start your training." "No." "Please, (Y/N), you haven't even thought about it yet." You give a dry laugh at the state she's in now. Ringing her pretty little hands, face drenched in a scowl. "And what, you'll take me to my blood father who's never even seen me? You'll take me to other witches on a whim? I've never had any supernatural abilities. I've never had powers. You've got the wrong girl, sorry." "That's just not true! I've been with you for longer than you know, I have seen what you can do. Do you not realize that you have the ability to change hearts, to change the atmosphere around you? Have you never noticed how fast you learned to be a healer, how you surpassed your teachers so quickly? You must heed my warning, others also know and they will come to you for personal gain. You were prophecied about. A great witch born of a human woman and the strongest wizard who would be wed to a strong werewolf." A bitter scoff leaves your lips as you roll your eyes at her. "Change hearts? I have lived my life under the tyranny of my father. If I could change hearts would I not have somehow made him love me unconditionally?" "That is only partially true. You, unlike any other princess, have fought. You have been allowed into the ranks of soldiers who have detested the thought yet they never even argued at your skill when they would have any other woman. The fact that there was no argument from an entire kingdom when you told them all to change should be proof enough for you. Did you never question why it was so easy? At the very least did you never question why you haven't had any signs of changing into a werewolf when you have been marked? It's because you are already partially supernatural and because you're protected. Your father laid a seal of protection over you before birth. He knew as I knew that you would meet Namjoon. Stop being so stubborn and just think about this for more than two seconds!" You can feel something bubbling inside you, more of that same feeling of loathing. It's directed at Melinda, but you know at this point that it's rather unjustified and yet you can't find it in you to care. You want to scream. You want to run. You want to go back to bed with Namjoon and pretend that the strangest part of your life was just werewolves. Not witches. Not your mountain of daddy issues to the man who raised you who wasn't your father. The dam bursts at that, tears spilling out of you at the realization that you were right all along. Your father never wanted you because you were never his. A princess to a kingdom that was only yours because he hadn't banished you. A kingdom that had only listened to you by magic, but then your thoughts work slowly as if stuck in mud. Magic. Changing hearts. You dry your eyes and turn away from Namjoon who had embraced you (you don't exactly remember when that happened or even feeling his warmth on yours.) "Wait, if I have the ability to basically bend people's thoughts to my own, or change hearts as you put it, then am I...am I bending Namjoon's? Did I force the pack to agree with me?" A monster, you feel like a complete monster. You might not have known but it doesn't make the damage any better. "No, no not at all actually. Other supernatural creatures are far harder to put magic on, it takes extreme concentration and lots of skill. Anything you've used before has been a fluke. That was all just your own passion, your own very human very stubborn convictions that they made their own agreeance with." Melinda shakes her head adamantly and you strangely feel a rush of reassurance at that. You still don't trust her, but you trust that she is at the very least honest. It's something in the way she speaks to you now. There's been no more playfulness in her, any signs of giddiness has long gone out the window. Her eyes have stopped being so cute and coy and now they're blazing with an intensity that begs you to believe her. And you do. You realize that she's right. Even if it hurts. "I still won't go with you." Melinda hangs her head and you can feel Namjoon's emotions burst with elation at your statement. You cast a small smile in his direction before turning back to Melinda. "However, I need to know more about the dangers that you speak of. We may be able to reach an agreement, but I will not leave this pack." "Even if you're placing everyone in danger? Others will come for you. Magick hunters and stealers will want your power, other supernatural creatures might even try as well." "We may be in danger even if she leaves. If it's true, and other supernatural creatures are interested in her and know that she's here then they will come here even if she's left. They won't know that she's not here. If they do know that she's left she will be in danger at your coven. Really, if you're correct in your assumptions then her safest place is by my side." Namjoon leans over the table, his conviction unwavering as he stares at Melinda. She glowers back at him, her eyes narrowing on the two of you. "You don't understand, she needs to learn." "I'm really not interested in magic." She gives a mangled noise of exasperation. "You might think that now, but now that you are around other supernatural creatures your powers that have been stunted by force in the kingdom will grow and they might just harm people accidentally. We still don't even know what all you're capable of, and that is especially dangerous. You might be a fire starter, you might be a snake charmer, you might be a million different things and it could end in disaster if you don't learn how to control it." Your brain tries to process this all but you keep coming up short. Somehow wrapping your mind around werewolves and their rather complex society hadn't been difficult (perhaps because you'd witnessed it first hand and had so much else on your mind at the time) in comparison to you possibly being able to catch things on fire. "When you say my powers were purposefully stunted what do you mean?" Melinda rolls her neck with a loud crack before she leans in closer to you. "This is going to be a very long tale. I need you to listen closely, I don't want to repeat myself." You fight rolling your eyes at her and give her a stiff nod to continue. "Your mother was and still is in love with the King, but I think we can both agree that he isn't an easy man to love. He is rather silent, abrasive, and sticks far too much to the rules but most of all he loves having his ego stroked and refuses to do it for others. After an unfortunate miscarriage, your mother found no comfort in the King but she did find herself finding comfort from one of the royal advisors who also happened to secretly be a very powerful wizard. Your mother had no clue about this, not even after you were born and I highly doubt she knows even now that he was a wizard and that you are a half witch. The King knew that it couldn't be his child, he hadn't laid with her in months. The King had one of the royal advisors investigate, but before anything could happen, Merlin, just disappeared." Namjoon stills at the name. "You've got to be kidding me. Merlin is her father? The first wizard? The greatest wizard? Melinda...if this is just some strange story to get us to listen to you..." "Why as a witch would I ever desecrate Merlin's name? Trust me, I would never admit to him working under the King if it wasn't true. Honestly, the fact that he ever worked for that letcher even if it was to secretly enchant the kingdom for the safety of all magicks it is still something we all like to pretend never happened and it's an unspoken code to never bring it up especially to non-magicks." She gives a pointed look at Namjoon and lets the weight of her words hang for a second. None of it really seems to matter to you, you've never heard of this Merlin person and really considering that he just up and left your mother while she was pregnant with you just makes you resent him. Great, now you had two different dads and issues with both. Just fantastic. As if you didn't already have enough daddy issues now it's doubled in just one minute. "As I was saying...Merlin disappeared from the Kingdom, apparently, he left for another one shortly after. But not before ensuring your safety princess." You scoff slightly, great a deadbeat dad who cared enough to give a parting gift. Melinda ignores your disdain completely. "He made sure to seal your powers, only to be awakened at a time of either great needs or by a ceremony. He also made sure to give you protection, he apparently understood the prophecy and has protected you from turning. Unfortunately shortly after he left and alerted me, his first student, we fell out of contact for years before I received news of his death." You can't say you're sorry about that, he didn't honestly sound that great but Melinda seems to hold him to too high of a pedestal for you to admit that. She gives a small sniffle and you find yourself clamping down on your cheek to stop from saying anything harsh. "Your father...he was a great wizard. It was truly unfortunate how he died. Betrayed by a woman he fell in love with at another kingdom and-" "That's great, do tell me more about how he couldn't keep it in his pants." Namjoon snickers and you smirk at the look of rage that flashes in Melinda's eyes. It's completely worth it, she did enough toying with all of you earlier, forcing you to sit in silence just to tease you. That's not fair, maybe she was really just trying to gather your thoughts. Even if that is true though...really you're just too angry with her to care. "Yes well, he was a great wizard but he was still a man after all." Apparently even she seems to realize that this Merlin man wasn't all he's cooked up to be even if it pains her to admit it. "Before he left for another kingdom though he made me promise that I would stay by your side. My entire coven has watched over you through the years, and I knew of the prophecy. I think Merlin also knew what it meant of your future, after all, you were his only child-" "That you know of." She talks over you a little louder than she had previously. "And that could only mean one thing." You glance over at Namjoon to see him shrug his shoulders at your unspoken question. Apparently, he has no clue what this rather ominous sounding 'only one thing' could mean. After witnessing the silent conversation between you two Melinda gave an exasperated sigh but continued. "That you were the fabled child. People will want to see if it's true. Other magicks, possibly other supernaturals perhaps even humans that hunt magicks." "Yes well Melinda, other than getting married to Namjoon and having a philandering deadbeat but supposedly powerful father and a human queen mother I'm not really understanding why other supernatural powers would be interested in me based off of this prophecy." "If you would stop interrupting I might be able to get to that." She sniffs with anger and allows the three of you to sit in agitated silence for what feels like an eternity before finally speaking again. "Merlin had his...faults...but before he died he was the most powerful wizard. It's said he was the first of our kind. His magic was unlike any other, he could do things that no one else could before anyone else could. He sealed away your powers to protect you, he also made sure to place a protection over you from turning. You as his child will have much of those powers that he had, if not completely new ones never before seen. Don't you understand? This is your fate!" "Melinda, perhaps instead of coming here and telling me that (y/n) needed to leave with you or that she will die only to then spin some long and bizarre tale about Merlin being her father, you should start with this prophecy. Neither of us knows it, neither of us understands what's going on and honestly, I don't think either of us can trust you." Melinda seemed to shrink into herself, a crestfallen look overtaking her as she saw the agitation coating Namjoon. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I...I think I got too worked up in the personal parts, parts that I have also been a part of. For too long I have waited to have this talk, for too long I have waited to train (y/n) and I can't expect either of you to understand how I feel or why I feel so strongly but please just listen to me and try to believe that I have nothing but good intent." She paused for a minute to gather her thoughts before sitting up straighter and looking directly at you. "All magicks have heard of this prophecy, it has been spun into so many different tales that many of us have forgotten the original. It explains that the greatest witch would be born from the greatest wizard and a human woman. The witch would be of goodness, of pure intent but of fearsome strength. She would be wed to the strongest werewolf. They say that he would be born in a pack with an unusual amount of alphas, born of two himself which is already very strange but perhaps strangest is that he would never have to fight for his spot and would mark a change of peace within werewolves ending a long war that had taken many lives. I think we can agree that so far the two of you match this tale exactly. But what you'll find most interesting is what the prophecy says comes after that. Her powers would grow in the realm of the supernatural, beyond the realm of simple magick. It never explains why or how the seers are always cryptic about the possibilities. They say that her future is foggy, that there are many choices she can make. There is a future where her magick may overtake her and consume her whole, but there is also a possibility that she harnesses it for good and she becomes the queen of the supernatural bending the laws of magick that has long lived in a thin border of gods and humans making her nearly a goddess herself. She would mark a time of peace, ending the feuds among other supernaturals. If you do not train and the prophecy is right you will die. Why or how I will tell you I honestly don't know. I've never heard of magick consuming a person, but I've also never heard of someone having their powers sealed before birth even. How you will become the queen of the supernatural I also don't understand. There are many different complex societies within the world of the supernatural. Werewolves are perhaps the easiest to understand, they have rules and ranks that are easy to follow. Vampires tend to be a little stranger simply for the fact that they do have royalty and they do occasionally live in groups but often they live alone. Demons have so many different levels and so many of them are at this point half human that it's just gotten even more entrenched in human society that that's just difficult to understand. Mermaids might at first glance seem to just be aquatic people but they're usually very entitled jerks. Magicks will sometimes have covens and sometimes work alone. I don't understand how one person will manage to become their queen, I don't understand honestly any of what it means. Many different tales have been made to try to fit all the holes in this story, but there is no point in telling you them because they're simply that. Just tales. Even the prophecy itself might be wrong, I don't know. But can the two of you honestly say that you're willing to just walk away when the magick inside you might somehow kill you?" Melinda had gotten up and was pacing as she spoke, a wild glint in her eyes as she pulled at her hair in frustration. You didn't realize that you had moved to the edge of your seat to listen, your body pulled tight with nerves. You weren't sure about anything anymore, just a few days ago you would have scoffed at the notions of gods and couldn't even fathom the idea of anything that went beyond the realm of human. "Melinda...I have to ask you. You posed as the seer, you placed me here knowing that I would willingly sacrifice myself for the sake of my people. Was it all on a whim of this prophecy? Was it all to see if I was truly the one?" Namjoon's eyes grew wide at that realization, but he remained silent as the two of you waited for her response. "I told you, from your birth I knew it had to be right." Great, so had she not been corrected you would have been murdered in the woods as just another bloody sacrifice. "Namjoon, is it possible that I am not truly your mate?" You could feel his anger brewing, emotions bursting forth inside him. You glanced next to you to realize that he looked calm and stoic, the connection the two of you had was the only clue of what was really laying under the surface. "(Y/N), there is no way that you are not my mate. Not even magic can interfere with that, no one can ever change who is your mate. We, werewolves that is, aren't sure how we are destined with our mates but we are before even birth. If there is anything you can be sure in, it is that you are meant to be mine and I am meant to be yours. That is the one and only thing I never want you to question, I beg of you to believe me. I understand that Melinda has meddled in this, even if it was with good intent but I have had nothing to do with it." A part of you broke at that, he had always been by your side and you had just questioned that but you had to know. You took his hand in yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze and tried to force a smile. You're sure he could feel your sinking feelings when he drew closer to you, his warmth giving you much-needed comfort as you tried to process everything thrown at you. Finally, you sat up straighter and took in the sight of Melinda. Hair wild and unkempt, her face looking broken and worried and you felt yourself suddenly seeing her in another light. She looked scared almost, but she also looked nearly broken. She had done everything all wrong. She had come to you with arrogance (at the very least in your state of anger it certainly seemed that way), she had told you that your whole life had basically been a lie, she had then told you that death possibly loomed over you but as you took in this woman who was now consumed with an air of brokenness you couldn't help but believe her. Besides, is there really a right way to explain all of this? And if she just wanted your powers herself for personal gain would she not have just taken it? Why go to such great lengths to explain all of this to you? Why explain it to Namjoon as well? "Melinda, I will train with you." Namjoon's grip tightened around you and you could feel everything crash around, his emotions pouring into yours before you continued. "But I will not leave the pack." Melinda and Namjoon both stopped breathing for a few seconds, both of them trying to process your statement. "If you will train me you will do so here. I see no reason why you can't." Namjoon seemed to burst in elation, he wrapped you up into his arms and pulled you into his lap before burying his face in the crook of your neck. Melinda on the other hand still remained stock still, her face twisted in confusion. "I...it's better to learn with a coven. The more minds the better, but if that's what you wish and if it's okay with Namjoon I will try my best princess. There will be much work to do for this. We will have to do a ceremony to break the seal on your powers and it will awaken the magick in the air, people will know you're here and I'm not sure what that might bring. I will have to place protective barriers around the village, but I can do all of that in one day. If it's okay with you I will try to bring others of my coven here. It will be necessary for the safety of the ceremony. Your powers have been bottled up for so long that once we rip the seal alway it will need to be done so carefully. I can't do it alone. They won't have to live here, I don't expect you to trust them Namjoon but I will need them here for the ceremony if we can't go to a place of already controlled and protected magick." "I will explain everything to my people. Many of them have come to love and trust you. For the last few years, you have traded peacefully with us and have even become friends with our only healer. Had it not been for some of the resources you brought with us we might not have been able to heal as many as we did during the great war. We might not have won. They will not forget that, and neither have I. I trust you Melinda, and I trust your intentions. I am wary of your coven only because I don't know them, but for now they are allowed to visit. If they become trustworthy and my people agree then perhaps at that time your coven can live here but for now I can only promise you a place here. Just remember, if you ever do anything to break our trust or to harm (y/n)...if any of what you are doing is for just personal gain then I will end you myself." Melinda gave a deep bow before she spoke. "I promise you, I would not do that. I might be terrible with words, and I might not be the best at explaining myself but I only have good intentions and I not only believe that you would harm me if I didn't but I appreciate that you would. I would not have sent (y/n) to you had I not believed you a man of great power, protection, and love." She walked over to the two of you and gave a gentle ruffle to your hair. "I will be back tomorrow princess. Get some rest, I know this has been a lot and I'm sorry for having to be the one to tell you all of this." Before you could respond she vanished in a bright blue light. You sat in silence with Namjoon as the two of you tried to absorb everything. You were a witch, at least a half witch. You had a different blood father. A wizard. You were prophecied about. You had some sort of powerful magic inside you that others wanted. You might die from them, you might become a queen to the supernatural. You might manage to start a time of peace, as long as you don't die first. Closing your eyes you try to focus your thoughts. Something warm builds up inside your soul, something that sounds like a reassuring whisper. You aren't sure how you're going to do this, but you will survive. You will ensure safety for this pack. You are their Luna now first and foremost and you will not allow any harm to fall on them because of this new revelation. If you have powers to protect them then you will harness them not for yourself but for them. While protecting your people of the kingdom had before left your shoulders tense and your worries twisting away at you now you just felt fierce determination. You would make this work. You had to. For the pack. For Namjoon. For peace.

(A/N) whew, okay so done with part 7. What did you guys think? Did you expect it? Not expect it? Do you hate me (sorry Merlin)? I know this just got a lot more complicated, but it’s going to be an interesting ride!

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