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lingeriae · 8 months

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THE MORNING AFTER

warnings - very suggestive, reader is black and female, cursing, ass slapping, takes place in college, reader and aran are aged up to 21+

aran ojiro, one of the most popular and handsome man on the volleyball team and the whole entire campus. he stands six feet tall, and his skin wa smooth to the touch, with no blemishes are no marks, only a bit of hair below his chin and above his top lip that had women and men feeling weak in the knees. his muscles had boyfriends feeling insecure, and his ass had girlfriends envious with it's round and plumpy look. full lips were always pulled into a pretty, panty-dropping smile, the white teeth --sometimes adorning gold-- that flashed with it didn't even help the case. to put it simply, everyone, their mother --and fathers wanted aran ojiro, and you were no exception to that.

maybe that's why he was in your bed. naked back moving up and down as he breathed, the scratches you had no doubt left on his back causing you to cringe as you looked at him from your position on the bed. you gripped the sheets to your chest tighter as you watched him shift for a minute, exhaling deeply when he didn't seem to be awake.

"damn." you muttered quietly, eyes raking up and down his brownskin with amazement, bottom lip now between your teeth as you lifted up your covers and nodding in understanding when you saw his ass, women had a right to be jealous. with a deep breath you slowly slid yourself off the bed, trying your best not to wake the man beside you, smiling big when you suceeded before running off into your bathroom.

you had to take a minute to actually convince yourself that you actually slept with thee aran ojiro. now, no insecure shit, of course you thought highly of yourself, with a face and body like that why wouldn't you! but unlike some of the other players, aran didn't fool around with girls like that, you'd be lucky if he even smiled at you, let alone pound you all the way into next week. your hands worked to tie your braids into a ponytail before taking up your toothbrush, cursing under your breath at the fact that you forgot to put on a bonnet, but who could blame you when you were getting fucked by one of the sexiest men on campus?

smiling, you spat the foam out of your mouth, rinsing your mouth which had you bending over the sink and no longer looking in the mirror, if you were looking in the mirror you would notice the naked figure walking towards you, eyes on your ass and pussy that peaked from the material of your towel. he licked his lips before pressing against you, slightly smirking at the way you jumped and immediately straightened up, eyes wide as you meet his in the mirror.

"oh..." you said, averting your gaze from his to the toothbrush in your hand, moving to put it in the cup, your breath hitching when aran's hands drag up your towel to rest against your waist, nibbling on your lower lip before meeting his eyes in the mirror. "hi?" it was said so softly, that if he wasn't so close to you he woulcn't have heard it, but he did and ti caused his lips to tug up further.

"hey," the raspiness of his voice isn't unexpected, but it still causes you to shudder and look away fom him again, focusing on the veins that run along his arms. aran licks his lips, eyes on the hickey that sat prettily on the side of your neck, his grip on your hips loosens momentarily to spin you around so that your ass rests against the counter instead of his crouch and your towel presses against his muscular chest. not knowing where to put your hands, you rest them on your chest looking up at aran through your lashes. "got tired of starin at me?"

your face flushed with heat at his words, rolling your eyes at his words you place a hand on his chest. "your not all that, relax." you lied, feeling his chest vibrate when he laughed.

it was quiet when he stopped, his eyes dragging down to your lips before slowly up to your face, the hands on your hips tightening their grip as he leans to press his lip against yours.

the action was quick, but it still had your knees slightly buckling and a lovesick smile to make its way unto your face. "you have any classes tomorrow?" he askes causing you to raise an eyebrow at him, fingers twisting the silver chain that rests against his naked chest.

"nah, why?"

he rolls his eyes. giving your hips a gentle squeeze, "cause I wanna take you out, duh. thought you were supposed to be smart?"

kissing your teeth, you remove your hands from his chest and fold the over yours. looking away from him you try your best not to smile, "ion know. y other man might wanna--" giggling fell from your lips at the slap he gave your ass, eyebrows draw together as he looked down at you with a blank expression, you gave him an innocent smile while your fingers traced the hair above his top lip.

"don't even play like that." he mumbled, pulling you against him so there was no space left between the two of you. he closed his eyes for a minute, taking in the comfortable silence that surrounded the both of you before your giggling interupted it.

"bae, why you tryna hug me with your dick out?" aran only opened on of his eyes, looking down at you with a serious expression.

"cause ima put it in you, duh."

#x black reader #hq x black reader #hq🌟#hq x reader #hq aran #hq x you #haikyuu fluff #haiykuu #x reader #x black fem reader #black y/n #aran ojiro #aran x black reader #aran x black y/n #aran x reader

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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Babysitting and Training

➥ summary: Peter asks Miguel and (Y/n) to watch Mayday for him

➥ Miguel O’Hara x Reader

➥ a/n: This is so random, lol this just came to me honestly :) also mayday is aged up by a few years I’ll say the oldest being 3 or 4

Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man, was facing a predicament. He needed someone to watch over his daughter, Mayday, while he attended to some pressing superhero duties. He turned to his friends Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099) and (Y/n) Williams, also known as Spider Lily, for help.

"Guys, I really need a favor," Peter said, a touch of desperation in his voice. "MJ doesn't want Mayday going out on missions yet, and I can't take her with me. Can one of you watch her for a few hours?"

Miguel, who was in the middle of analyzing a complex algorithm on his holographic screen, looked up with a sigh. "Sorry, Peter, but I'm swamped with work here. I can't take time off right now."

(Y/n), however, gave Miguel a playful nudge, offering a reassuring smile to Peter. "Don't worry, Peter. We'll definitely watch Mayday. We can take a few hours off from our superhero duties."

Miguel raised an eyebrow, turning to (Y/n) with skepticism. "Are you sure about this? We can't just drop everything for babysitting duty."

(Y/n) closed her eyes momentarily, her aura exuding a sense of danger that made Miguel flinch. Despite her sweet smile, there was an unmistakable warning in her voice when she spoke. "Yes, we will, won't we, Miguel?"

The hint of danger in her voice left no room for argument, and Miguel quickly nodded, feeling a little uneasy but not wanting to provoke (Y/n) further. "Right, of course. We'll watch Mayday."

Peter breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for their help. "Thank you both so much. I'll drop her off at your place in a few minutes."

(Y/n) chuckled, her demeanor returning to its usual lighthearted self. "No problem, Peter. We'll make sure she's in safe hands."

As Peter left to prepare Mayday for her time with (Y/n) and Miguel, the two superheroes shared a glance. Miguel couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and apprehension towards (Y/n). Her powers as Spider Lily were fascinating, but he knew firsthand that she had a formidable and dangerous side when provoked.

(Y/n), on the other hand, turned to Miguel with a teasing grin. "Come on, Miguel. Babysitting can't be that bad. Plus, Mayday is adorable!"

Miguel chuckled, appreciating her positivity. "You're right. And we've handled worse threats before, so babysitting should be a piece of cake."

As Mayday arrived, Peter thanked them again and assured them that he wouldn't be long. (Y/n) and Miguel waved him off, both feeling a mix of excitement and responsibility. It wasn't often they got to spend time with a young superhero in training.

•••

As Peter brought Mayday to Miguel and (Y/n), the young girl clung tightly to her father, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Daddy, I don't want to stay here. I want to be with you!"

Peter crouched down to Mayday's level, trying to comfort her. "I know, sweetie, but I need to go on a mission to protect the city. I promise I'll be back later to pick you up."

Mayday's cries persisted, and (Y/n) stepped forward, offering a reassuring smile. "Hey, Mayday, don't worry. We'll have so much fun together. I'll make sure you have a great time while your dad is away."

Still teary-eyed, Mayday glanced at (Y/n), her lip quivering. (Y/n) noticed the sadness in the young girl's eyes and knew she needed to distract her. In a playful and enchanting voice, she started to sing:

"Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of shadows"

As (Y/n) sang, she began to dance gracefully on a spider web, her movements mesmerizing and filled with the magic of her powers. Mayday's sobs subsided, replaced by curiosity and wonder. Her eyes were drawn to (Y/n)'s dancing, and she started to sway along, captivated by the melody and the magical atmosphere.

(Y/n) continued to sing:

"Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way

Through all the pain and the sorrows

Weep not poor children, for life is this way

Murd'rous but just in its way"

The enchanting melody and (Y/n)'s gentle presence began to soothe Mayday's fears. She reached out and touched the shimmering spider web, smiling through her tears.

"Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of shadows"

As (Y/n) finished the song, she knelt down next to Mayday, brushing away the last traces of tears. "You see, Mayday, we can have fun together while your dad is away. We'll go on little adventures and have the best time ever."

Mayday sniffled, still unsure, but the combination of (Y/n)'s caring presence and the magical display had lifted her spirits. "Okay... maybe just for a little while."

(Y/n) beamed, giving Mayday a gentle hug. "That's the spirit! You'll have a blast, I promise."

Peter, witnessing the heartwarming scene, felt a surge of gratitude towards (Y/n) for her ability to comfort his daughter. He gave her a grateful nod before quickly hurrying off to attend to his superhero duties.

•••

As Mayday and (Y/n) played around, their laughter echoed through the room. They spun imaginary webs, practiced swinging, and shared stories of their heroic adventures. But soon, Mayday's excitement waned, and her eyes grew teary again as she thought of her dad.

(Y/n) noticed the change in Mayday's demeanor and exchanged a knowing glance with Miguel. Determined to distract the young girl, Miguel stepped forward and gently took her hand.

"Hey, Mayday, how about we do something really cool? Your dad is an amazing superhero, and I can train you to become a future superhero too!"

Mayday's eyes widened, her tears momentarily forgotten. "Really? You'll train me?"

Miguel nodded with a reassuring smile. "Yup. Just because you can't go on missions with your dad right now doesn't mean you can't start training to be an incredible spider woman."

(Y/n) chimed in, her enthusiasm matching Miguel's. "He's right! We can have our own little training sessions right here, and you'll be ready for action when the time comes."

Mayday's eyes sparkled with newfound excitement, and her tears dried up completely. "I want to learn, just like my dad!"

Miguel and (Y/n) laughed, delighted by Mayday's enthusiasm. They started a makeshift training session, teaching her basic moves and techniques. Mayday followed their instructions eagerly, her determination shining through.

As the training continued, Mayday's confidence grew. She tried out new moves, mimicking her dad's web-swinging and (Y/n)'s graceful acrobatics. Her laughter filled the room again, replaced by excitement and a newfound sense of purpose.

"You're doing great, Mayday!" (Y/n) encouraged, her eyes sparkling with pride. "You're a natural!"

Miguel nodded in agreement. "Keep it up, Mayday! You'll be a hero just like your dad in no time."

As the day went on, Mayday's training sessions with Miguel and (Y/n) became a regular occurrence. They turned each day into an adventure, honing Mayday's skills and inspiring her with stories of heroism and bravery.

With each passing day, Mayday's bond with Miguel and (Y/n) deepened. They became her mentors and confidantes, guiding her on her path to becoming the next generation's spider woman.

As Peter returned to pick up Mayday, he was surprised and touched to see the strong bond that had formed between his daughter and his friends. He watched as Mayday excitedly shared the new moves she had learned, her eyes shining with pride.

"Thank you both for taking care of her and training her," Peter said gratefully to Miguel and (Y/n).

"It's our pleasure," (Y/n) replied, beaming. "Mayday is a natural hero, just like her dad."

Miguel nodded, a sense of fulfillment in his heart. "She's in good hands, Peter. We'll make sure she's ready to take on the world."

With a heartfelt thank you, Peter left with Mayday, knowing that she was in capable hands with Miguel and (Y/n). As they waved him off, Miguel and (Y/n) exchanged a knowing glance. They had found a new purpose, not just as superheroes, but as mentors and protectors for the next generation of heroes.

With each day that passed, Mayday's training continued, and her bond with Miguel and (Y/n) deepened even further. They had become an inseparable team, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Together, they were shaping the future of heroism and ensuring that the legacy of Spider-Man would live on through the young and courageous Mayday Parker.

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Wednesday x reader - what I wouldn’t do for you

Can I request a waterbender!reader where she becomes the Hydes master (in a nice way, they need some love) instead of...you-know-who (VOLDEMORT?!??), and helps at the end with the whole Quad scene? Any pairing you like, don't mind student or not! - @casserole-from-dads-asserole 💜

A/N: so a lot of this has been changed to avoid spoilers and I haven’t mentioned anything that could be important for the same reason :))

You were scared you were going to be late, and in a way you were, you watched as the Hyde and the werewolf fought, and crouched down.

Quietly opening the small bottle, you raised your hands and swirled the purple liquid around.

Giving a low whistle, you stared at the beast as it came charging to you after throwing the werewolf to the side.

“Come on…”

You were shaking in fear, you had one chance to make this shot, and as the beast came rushing up you did.

As it roared you forced the liquid down its throat and watched as it stumbled back.

It made a few noises before it finally stopped and sat down on its hunches, looking at you.

“Go.”

It huffed and ran off and you turned to the werewolf, walking over you gently placed a hand on her back and gave her a smile.

“Good job, I’ll meet you with the others soon.”

With that, you ran away.

There was one more thing you had to do, and you had to get there soon before it was too late.

You could smell the burning before you even got close to Nevermore, the bright oranges raged in the night sky and ashes fell down like snow.

Slowing down to a walk, you found Ajax and Xavier rushing students out.

“What’s happening?!” You yelled.

“We don’t know, we just need to go!” Ajax yelled.

You looked at all the students, most of which were looking back at whatever was going on in the quad.

“Get everyone gone, I’ll be right behind you!”

You pushed past students trying to make their way out, Xavier followed you, his bow in hand and you froze as you saw.

Wednesday was stood there, facing off a man you had never see before.

Xavier readied his how and shot an arrow, the pair of you freezing as the man froze it in mid air and flung it back.

It pierced Wednesday shoulder and you screamed her name.

“No!”

Rushing down you looked at her wonder with worry in her eyes.

“You need to leave now.”

“Not a chance, stay here…” you whispered.

You looked at the fountain then at the man and raised your hands, water swirling all around you as you stood in front of the fallen goth.

You weren’t going to let him get anywhere near her, and you certainly weren’t going to let her get herself killed.

“A water bender… such families used to be so noble…” he sneered.

You looked down your nose at him.

“We still are…” you growled.

You attacked, throwing everything you had at him. Everything you had every learnt.

Wednesday watched in silence, it was like watching a dance.

You moved so quickly, so elegantly and the water followed your command, lashing out at the man, opening small cuts along his body as you dodged his attacks.

You weren’t fast enough to miss one, and it sent you flying backwards into a stone figure.

“This ends now, I will rid thee disgusting creatures from this world forever!”

He stalked towards Wednesday and you held out your hand.

You were trembling, your body was in so much pain, and pushing yourself to go this far was making everything even worse.

You weren’t supposed to do this, it was outlawed.

But you didn’t have a choice.

Looking up at the full moon, you drew a small breath and closed your eyes.

“Forgive me…”

Pushing yourself up, you focused on the man right in front of Wednesday.

You focused on the water inside of him.

His blood.

You focused on how it flowed, and took control of it, forcing him to stand like a statue in front of her.

His head snapped towards you, trying to raise his hand.

“Thou dare break ancient laws?” He sneered, “practice forbidden bending…”

“If it means saving these people, then yes.”

Foolish! They shall smite thou down! Much like I shall do to all of these creatures!”

You didn’t reply, you walked forward on shaky legs.

You could feel the blood slowly dripping down your face, but you ignored it.

Clenching you’re fist a little, you watched as he tended up, groaning in pain.

Wednesday saw this as her chance and stabbed him through the heart, and you let your control over him go before it was too late.

Raising your hands, you drew the water of the fountain, and water of the lake over the school, carefully dropping it on the fires before they grew out of control.

Once it was done you dropped to your knees, coughing harshly.

“(Y/N).”

Wednesday was immediately by your side, looking at the blood that covered the ground.

“Are you hurt?” She asked.

You shook your head and looked up at her, giving her a gentle smile as you gestured to the entrance.

“Go, they’re waiting for you, I’ll be right behind you.”

She hesitated but nodded her head and started to walk away.

You waited for her to vanish from sight before you started to tear up.

You screwed up.

Big time.

The burning in your veins told you that you had screwed up, and you doubled over in pain as you let out a small groan.

“I’m… sorry… Wednesday… everyone…”

You coughed up more blood, trying to reach out for the water to heal you but it wouldn’t, it wouldn’t obey you like it did.

You weren’t connected to the spirit world anymore, you weren’t connected to the water like your parents and their parents before them.

You were severed from your bonds, from your heritage.

It was either going to make or break you. And if it broke you, then here you would die.

And you accepted that fate.

Wednesday had rejoined the others, and as the celebrated she looked around for you, a scowl on her face.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” She asked.

Enid turned around and shrugged a little.

“I haven’t seen her.”

“I thought she was with you?” Xavier asked.

Wednesday spun around and broke out into a sprint to the quad, everyone else shared a look of confusion but no one dared to follow her.

They were scared about what she’d do to them if they did.

She ran all the way back to the quad, and slowed to a walk as she entered.

“(Y/N)?” She asked.

She didn’t get a reply and she started to looked around, and she found you near the fountain, hand in a puddle of water.

Kneeling next to you she reached out but stopped.

“Wake up…” she whispered.

You didn’t stir.

Her heart sped up just a tiny bit.

“(Y/N) wake up…”

Wednesday tried to shake you.

You still didn’t move, blood was drying on your cheek, a few drops falling from your lips as she moved you.

She felt the same feeling rise up in her when she saw Thing a few days before.

Standing up, Wednesday grabbed you and dragged you over the ledge into the fountain.

“Heal yourself!” She yelled at you.

You didn’t move and Wednesday sat in the water, holding your head in her lap as she looked around, making sure no one was nearby.

When she was sure it was just the pair of you she leant down, forehead just above yours.

“If you die I swear I will kill you…” she mumbled.

She looked at your hands to see if the water was moving and it wasn’t, but she did hear someone approaching.

Her head suddenly snapped back, and her eyes closed as a vision over took her.

She was standing in the middle of a glowing forest, and in front of her was you, on your knees with your hands behind your back.

“We aren’t alone…” a woman whispered.

Wednesday looked at the woman, a white hue surrounding her.

“What’s going on?” Wednesday asked.

“We are deciding the punishment for the young water bender who broke an ancient law.”

Wednesday turned back to you.

“(Y/N)…”

You turned your head and cast Wednesday a sad smile, a few tears slipping from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry love…”

#wednesday addams #netflix wednesday #wednesday x y/n #Wednesday x reader #Wednesday x you #Wednesday imagine #Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday Addams x you #Wednesday Addams imagine

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submariini · 6 months

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antwerp, glasgow, london 💛💛💛

((credits: postcard art is by lemon (twt/ig), photocard by jamie (ig), häärijä charm by ślimaka (twt/ig).))

kind of sad the tour is over despite being an utter wreck now !!

to everyone i met in the queue, even briefly, you were absolute joys to be around and i had so much fun with yall. even when freezing half to death. (or fully to death jfc glasgow).

to all my friends, especially, i love you! holy am i actually glad i showed up early for glasgow like it was so worth hanging out with everyone. also pub dinner and accidentally annoying every other person in the pub on sunday. let's do it again fr.

to everyone who gave me art or bracelets or had me sign birthday cards and signs and notebooks and i don't even remember, it was a miracle i could remember my name for some of them. i hope everything made it to kcrew in the end !!

(gig) highlights for real were:

getting the häärijä merch early -- especially with finding out my friends knew and weren't allowed to tell me.

häärijä crawling directly at my face in glasgow. horrifying yet insane.

glasgow also: häärijä coming down to front row and high fiving like everyone up to my friends just so he could hug me? help?

just häärijä in general? genuinely thee nicest man on the planet. i'm still not okay abt him asking if i was front row mid-gig in london. i hope he's feeling better 💛

"yes its mean fucking häärijä okay" (im not sorry K im there for my mans).

just why did he keep getting at me in antwerp leave me alone babe lmao (i was the "this is your home" target as well, and i got talked to for not crouching for CCC2).

käärijä trying to so hard to draw that heart nicely on my boots. and then me having to order new boots bc i can't risk those ones having the signatures rained off.

all the kisses. just all of them. and all the hugs. what was in the water on that tour bus.

honourable mention to häärijä's first words in london where i probably ruined everyone's videos by screeching like a possessed banshee im sorry

#käärijä #häärijä #have i forgotten stuff? yes #im so sorry my brain has just not functioned at all #its a miracle i could do all my travel #im so glad for all the ppl i met up with for these gigs and all the ppl i met at the gigs for the first time #london was 100% not the closing gig i wanted it to be #but it was a good party so i will accept it

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tinysocks0 · 15 hours

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hellooooo um so i saw your requests are open and i was wondering if you’d write some fluffy madness where reader tries their best to comfort rhea after she had to vacate the women’s championship title?

you can take the concept and do what you want with it but im just begging for rhea fluff bc theres an agonizingly low amount of rhea fics as it is 🥺🙏🏼

On Top Again

Angst, fluff, fluff ending, No use of Y/N, gender neutral reader. That’s pretty much it I think

(Sorry if it’s a little short!! But I tried my best, I hope you like it!! <3)

That week, Rhea was very to herself, which was unlike her and you had no clue why. You tried cheering her up with little surprises and affection, and while it put a smile on her face it never lasted long.

You figured she needed space; Rhea wasn’t the strongest communicator when it came to her feelings. You were aware of that. You knew if something was bothering her terribly, she’d come to you.

Now you knew what kept her spirts down that week when you watched Monday Night Raw, you stared at the screen with a sad, pitiful look. That championship was proof of her commitment, hard work, and her literal blood, sweat, and tears. It was her whole life encased in a shiny golden belt she wore with pride; and that night it was almost as if it was stripped from her over an injury. You could only imagine her pain in that moment.

When she got home the next day around noon, she seemed almost defeated. You knew she put up a strong front for work, but now she didn’t seem too sure of her abilities.

You slowly walked towards her while she was crouched, giving Barry and Luna some much needed affection. She wore a baggy band shirt paired with her signature sweatpants, suitcase still at the door.

“Hey, love. I seen what happened last night..do you feel like talking about it?..”

Rhea sighed, getting up and giving you a deep hug which you returned immediately. She finally spoke up after a few moments in your embrace.

“..I’m sorry I’ve been distant..and not talking to you as much as I should. I just got the news before Raw..I felt like I needed to process it on my own before going up on stage and announcing it in front of everyone. I knew you were worried about me, and I’m sorry..”

You looked up at Rhea, cupping her face in your hands before speaking gently.

“I know you process emotions differently Rhea, and that’s okay. I understand…and I’m sorry you lost your championship. It meant a lot to you.”

Rhea gives you a pity half-smile, looking to the side.

“It did..it still does. I worked my ass off for that championship only for it to get stripped away from me. I don’t even know what I’m going to have to do to get it back.”

You heard the frustration in her voice, quickly replying to try and ease her nerves.

“Hey, hey..baby, I know you’ll get it back. If anyone is worthy of that title it’s you. It took an injury to take your title away from you, not anyone else’s willpower. That sounds pretty badass if you ask me.”

Rhea cracked a small smile, looking at you with a glimpse of hope in her eyes as you continued speaking.

“I know that championship meant the world to you. I’m sorry.” You gave Rhea a sympathetic look, putting a strand of hair that was in her face behind her ear.

“It was my whole life, but you are too. You’re my number one motivator and I’m so glad that you believe in me.”

You smiled at Rhea, tears in your eyes from the swell of emotions you felt from what she just told you.

“It’s going to take a lot more than one little injury to stop thee Rhea Ripley. Even if I also advise you stay home, you most likely wouldn’t have listened.” Rhea chuckled a little bit, showing you a genuine smile for the first time in a while.

You gave Rhea a kiss on the cheek as she kept on giggling; she draped her arms around your waist in return.

“You’re going to be on top again, Rhea, I know you will. You always are.”

#rhea ripley #mami rhea #women of wwe #rhea ripley x reader #papi rhea #rhea ripley fluff #rhea x reader #wwe superstars #wweedit

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poseidonsdaughterthesiren · 1 month

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You're Losing–You Lost Me

A/N: So uhhh this experiemental. I'm trying to create Della and Luke's past. So obviously for my nonbooker readers...Spoilers. Ummm So we drift from Della to Percy to Luke's POVS and they're not all linear. Think of them as if you're sporadically going through memories.

Della sits by the lake as fireworks and torches flicker across the waves. In the distance, she hears a splash of water. Clarisse and a bunch of other campers toss her brother and her best friend into the lake.

It’s about dam time he told her.

Della smiles but it crumbles when she thinks about what she’s been through the last year and a half. Her memories had recently all been fixed thanks to the Hypnos kid Clovis. She takes a deep breath…and meditates for a moment

⬳

Della opened her eyes to a dimly lit room. She tried to yell for help but realized her mouth was gagged.

Where is she? How did–the battle with the manticore, Dr. Thorn came rushing back to her. She and Annabeth tackled the beast as it fell over the cliff. Shit, Percy was going to kill her–if whoever captured her didn’t first.

“Well, well if it isn’t Della Jackson,” a voice called

Della stilled at the voice. She knew that voice. Luke.

Luke creeped out of the shadows into the light. He smiled but it made Della flinch in terror.

He looked pretty beat up. Good.

Luke crouched down in front of Della.

Della tried to scoot back from him but didn’t get very far. The rope around her ankles and wrists was also bound to a pillar.

“Hey,” he whispered, I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

Della narrowed her eyes at him.

Luke moved forward and reached behind her head. He undid the knot holding her gag and removed it.

Della tried to scream but Luke placed a hand over her mouth.

“Hey, no, come on now, none of that,” he whispered, “Besides no one will be able to hear you.”

Della leaned back and glared at him.

“Where am I?”

“Safe,” Luke said.

“Pfft, not with you I’m not.”

“Del–”

“No, only my friends call me Del.”

“We are friends–”

“We were, past tense.”

Luke grinned at her. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“My offer still stands Del, you can be more–”

“No, no this isn’t you.”

“Still don’t have your own opinion, still emersed in everything Percy believes.”

Luke leaned over maneuvered her ropes and pulled her towards him. He lifted her up and led her towards the darkness he emerged from.

“Come on,” he whispered in her ear, “time to see what we’ve been working on.”

Della felt shivers run down her spine. She hoped Percy would find her soon.

⬳

Della and Annabeth were gone. They fell with the manticore–the only thing left of Della was Leda. Mom is going to kill him.

Percy paced around as his thoughts tortured him. It had always been his job to protect her, and he failed.

“Percy,” Grover said. He placed a hand on Percy’s shoulder.

Percy shrugged the hand off.

Thalia was pissed. She white-knuckled Annabeth’s Yankees cap.

“Percy, I’m sorry–”

“No,” he snapped, “Don’t say you’re sorry for my loss. They’re not–She’s not dead.”

“Percy,” Grover said. There were tears in his eyes. “There’s no way they survived that and if they did, Luke–”

“No, they’re alive, I can feel it! They…can’t…she can’t be gone.” A tear escaped from his eye.

No Della was alive. He couldn’t explain it–but he could feel it like a thread connecting them. And if Del was alive so was Annabeth.

“Percy Jackson,” Zoe Nightshade called, “Come with me Lady Artemis wishes to speak with thee.”

⬳

Luke leads Della up a dark hill. There was little to no light. It was black but there were whisps of blue light. Black charred ruins are scattered almost as if there had once been a battle here.

Della felt like she was in a demonic episode of Scooby Doo. Doesn’t help that Luke led her on a rope like a dog. Bet Scooby never used a leash.

Luke paused near the crest of the hill. He turned toward her.

“What I am about to show you,” he said, “Is your fate if you don’t cooperate.”

His face twitched and sniffed almost as if he were about to cry but he stopped himself. He turned back toward the hill and pulled her rope hard.

Della glanced around when she felt the air leave her lungs–at the top of the hill was Annabeth holding up what appeared to be an invisible ceiling.

“Annabeth!” Della screamed.

Luke yanked her rope and pulled her against him. He used his free hand to angle her head at the sight.

Della closed her eyes as Annabeth screamed for her.

“See that could be you,” he whispered, “but I think I have better use for you.”

Della choked back a sob refusing to open her eyes.

“Della,” Annabeth groaned, “No let her…go”

“Say bye to Annabeth, Del,” Luke said, “We’ll see her later.”

“NO! ANNABETH!” Della yelled. She struggled against Luke.

“Aww,” Luke cooed, “come on Siren, we have more work to do.”

Della screamed as he picked her up and led her away from Annabeth.

“LUKE! LUKE!” Annabeth shrieked.

Della sobbed as Luke dragged her away from her best friend. She felt spots flood her vision before everything went dark.

⬳

` Percy sulked into his cabin and threw himself on his bed. He rolled onto his side to stare at Della’s empty bunk. Nestled in her blankets was a plush blue whale who’d seen better days. Mr. Finn. Della’s favorite stuffed animal.

How could Mr. D refuse to search for her or Annabeth?

Percy sighed slipped out of his bunk and grabbed ahold of the whale. Its big black button eyes stared up at Percy. He pulled it close to his chest and squeezed. After a moment he placed him in his bunk.

He heard water running. He looked around before in the back of the cabin he spotted a new item. A fountain–obviously a gift from Poseidon.

Percy made his way to it and noticed it was heated as it created a mist with tiny little rainbows. He looked at the bottom to see it was full of drachmas. He realized what this was for. It was a reminder to keep in touch with his family.

Percy scooped a coin out and ran his fingers along it.

“Iris, oh Goddess of the Rainbow,” he said, “please accept my offering.”

He knew he should call mom and tell her what happened, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. Until he knew more about where she was he was going to hold off telling Mom.

He could call Dad, he hadn’t talked to him in two years. But could you call a god or would that be an insult? Besides, he had a feeling Poseidon knew about what had occurred only a few hours ago. Hopefully, if she asked for help Dad would be there.

He suddenly knew exactly who to call.

“Show me Tyson,” Percy said, “At the forges of the Cyclops.”

The mist shimmered to show his half-brother Tyson surrounded by fire. Tyson was bent on an anvil, hammering a red-hot sword blade. There was a marble-framed window behind him, and it looked out onto dark blue water–the bottom of the ocean.

“Tyson,” Percy yelled.

He didn’t hear Percy at first due to the hammering and roar of the flames.

“TYSON!” Percy yelled again.

He turned his one enormous eye brightened. His face broke into a crooked yellow grin. “Percy!”

He dropped the sword blade and barrelled at Percy trying to hug him. Percy lurched back. “Hey, Big Guy, this is an Iris message, I’m not really there.”

“Oh, yes I knew that,” Tyson said. He seemed embarrassed for a moment. He then looked around Percy. “Where’s Della?”

Percy’s smile faded. “She’s not here right now buddy.”

“Oh, tell her I say hi! Tell Annabeth I say hi!”

“Okay, Buddy will do,” Percy swallows the lump in his throat. “Hey Tyson, do you hear from Dad?”

Tyson’s smile fell a bit. “Not much. Daddy is busy. He is worried about the war.”

“What do you mean?”

Tyson sighed and placed the sword out the window, where it erupted in a swirl of bubbles. When he brought the blade back in the metal was cool and silver.

“Old Sea Spirits making trouble. Aigaios. Oceanus. Those guys. They’re protecting the bad boat.”

“The Princess Andromeda? Luke’s boat?” Percy asked.

“Yes. They make it hard to find. Protect it from Daddy’s storms. Otherwise, he would smash it.”

“Smashing it would be good,” Percy agree.

Just not with Della or Annabeth on board.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about bad boat. It is going away.”

“What do you mean?”

“Panama Canal. Very far away.”

Why was Luke all the way down there? Last theyd seen he’d been near the East Coast recruiting demigods with grievances against their godly parents.

“Well that’s good I guess. Hey tell Dad I–”

Before he could finish the message dissolved leaving him alone in the cabin again. Percy sighed and shuffled back to his bunk.

He slipped under the covers and held Mr. Finn close.

“Where are you Del?” He whispered before drifting off.

⬳

Della opened her eyes to see she was nestled in a makeshift cot. She was wrapped in a thick blanket. She glanced around to see she was in a dimly lit room. Not like the apocalypse she’d been in earlier.

There was the cot she was in. A small chestnut drawer, a desk, and the door. Whoever’s room this was they were a very extreme minimalist.

She sat up and stretched when she realized her hands were untied. She froze–where’s Luke?

The handle of the door jiggled and opened into the room. Revealing the man in question.

Luke closes the door behind him. And tosses a map on the desk before he turns to Della.

“Oh, good,” he said, “You’re awake.” He sat at the end of the bed.

Della examined his face. He looked like he’d aged ten years since the last time they’d seen each other. There were heavy streaks of grey Della could hardly see his black hair.

Luke’s eyes were examining her..

“What happened?” She asked. She glanced down at the floor.

“You blacked out,” he said as if it were obvious.

“Doesn’t explain why I’m in your room.”

“You really don’t get it?”

Della glanced up at him. Her eyes narrowed.

“You’re here,” Luke said, “Because you’re the key to winning this damn thing!”

“What do mean I’m the key?” Della yelled at him. “I thought Percy was your Golden Boy.”

“It has become quite clear your brother will not join me, but you,” Luke said. He reached out to touch her cheek. “You could counter the prophecy. You could be mine.”

Della flinched at the contact.

“A half-blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

And see the world in endless sleep

The hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap–”

“A single choice shall end his days. Olympus to preserve or raze,” Della finished. “I know but what that’s between you and Percy–”

“It would seem the fates have made it so, but with you by my side, it’d be an equal fight. Come on Del, I’ve seen how Percy treats you on quests.”

“First,” Della said, “Quit calling me Del. Second, I’d never betray my brother. And Third, my brother loves me.”

“Does he Della? I remember the last time I saw you two he treated you worse than the Cyclops.”

Della looked down at her shoes. He had a point even on this last mission Percy had been a dick to her.

Luke tucks a finger under her chin and makes her look at him.

“It’d be you and I against the world.”

Della doesn’t pull away this time. She’d always been attracted to Luke. The two of them against the world didn’t sound too bad.

A loud ruckus stomped above them. Luke pulled back and growled in frustration. He then looks back at Della. “I’ll be back. There’s tea on the desk. He moved towards the door which clicked shut behind him.

Della sat up and on shaky feet grabbed the tea cup. She hobbled back into the cot pulled the blankets up to her chest and sipped her tea.

What if she stayed? Switched teams. Maybe then people wouldn't doubt her ability. They’d always compare her to Percy she’d always known that. She’d finally get to be with Luke–then she thought about Annabeth in the invisible cavern–no she would never stay with him.

The door opened again to reveal Luke. He didn’t look as pissed, but he certainly wasn’t pleased. “Change of plans I have a meeting to attend. But I’ll be back soon.”

“Where–”

“Doesn’t matter, but you’re going to stay here aboard the ship.”

So she’s on the Princess Andromeda….her mind went fuzzy fast. Luke was just a blur when he left.

“I’ll be back I promise Del.”

⬳

“I should throw you in the pits of Tartarus for your incompetence,” the General said, “I told you to bring me the boy, not the scrawny Athena girl.”

“But,” Thorn sputtered, “I brought you one of the Big Three’s children! I brought you the Daughter of Poseidon!”

“Hmmm,” the General nodded, “She may be useful…but right now she’s a prize to you Boy.” He looked straight at Luke.

Percy felt his heart thrum in his chest. The girls were alive. What did he mean Della was a prize to Luke?

He’d missed bits of the conversation when–

“Della will serve her purpose in time,” Luke said, “It just needs some pushing.”

What the hell? I mean yeah Della was his twin but the prophecy referred to him–or at least they’d always assumed it was him–what was Luke doing to her?

⬳

“Della, hey come on now Del,” a voice sighed.

Della is met with the sight of Luke bending over worry evident on his face.

He smiled a bit at her. “Hey Sleeping Beauty,” he cooed.

Della grinned in response but then realized she didn’t remember falling asleep. “What time is it? I thought you just left–wait I’ve been asleep–what’ve you–”

Luke’s face fell a bit as he tried to calm her. He pulled into him,

“It’s okay, Della–hey it’s okay–”

“No!” she yelled. She pushed against him. “What have you been doing–”

Luke sighed he grabbed a bowl and passed it to her.

“What is this?”

“Oatmeal.”

“Is this magic oatmeal?”

“It’s apple-cinnamon.”

Della sniffed it and indeed it was apple-cinnamon oatmeal. She takes the spoon from Luke and eats a couple of spoonfuls.

“There you go,” Luke said. He ran a hand through her hair.

Whatever anger Della felt vanished. She couldn’t even remember why she was mad. She set the bowl down.

“There you go Della,” Luke whispered. He took the bowl placed it on the floor and tugged her close to his chest. “I love you,” he murmured.

⬳

“Ah, how touching,” A voice said.

The group turned to see the General standing there in his brown silk suit. At his side was Luke and half a dozen dracaene bearing the sarcophagus of Kronos. Annabeth stood at Luke’s side. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, a gag in her mouth, Luke held the point of his sword to her throat.

Percy met her eyes seeking answers. The only message was clear RUN!

“Luke let her go,” Thalia growled.

“That’s for the General to decide,” Luke smirked, “But it is good to see you again though Thalia.”

Thalia spat at him.

Percy whipped his around and realized someone was missing.

“Where’s Della? Where is my sister?” He yelled.

A tear escaped Annabeth’s eye.

“Where is she?!”

Luke’s smirk disappeared a single tear dripped down his cheek.

The General however laughed. “She’s alive Son of Poseidon, for now.

More tears sprung from Annabeth’s eyes she shook in Luke’s grip.

Anger bubbled in Percy’s veins and he unleashed Riptide.

⬳

Luke looked over the railing at the sea. They were just a bit away from the camp’s borders. He stretched and felt his back protest. He sighed, fighting Thalia was not easy to come back from. But the plan had to go. The concoction of poppy seeds and a drip of Lethe to keep Della here worked too well. He knew she liked him but–he didn’t think he’d catch feelings for her. He has to get her out of here before Kronos makes him do something awful–or even worse kill her.

He went below deck and opened the door to his room to see her asleep just as he’d left her. Luke picks her up bridal-style. He carries her up to the deck.

He drops her into the water and watches as she sinks. The Old Sea Gods push her back into Poseidon’s territory.

⬳

When Della came to she was no longer in Luke’s room, no instead she was–well–she had no idea where she was.

She was situated in an actual bed, not a cot. The room reminded her of the cabin her mom rented every year. The room was in natural beach tones. She could see a window encrusted with sea glass that looked out into blue water–wait blue water?

Della sat up and slid out of the bed. The floor was freezing but she didn’t care. She was almost positive she was close to her Dad or at the very least Percy. She stumbled for a moment not used to being on her feet.

There were two double doors a few feet away. Della grabbed a handle and bolted from the room.

The hallway was fancier than her room, but the architecture told her all she needed to know–she was at her Dad’s place.

Two mermaids spotted her and gasped.

“Miss Della you should be in bed,” one of them chastised. She had a shimmering pink tail.

“I’ll go inform Poseidon,” the other said. Her tail was multicolored like the rainbow fish book.

Rainbow Fish swished back down the hall they’d come from.

Pink Tail swam towards Della and placed a hand on her forehead.

“Well, you definitely look better,” she said. “You looked like death when the patrol found you.”

“What do you–”

“DELLA!” a familiar voice boomed.

“Tyson?” Della asked.

The Cyclops tackled her in a giant bear hug.

“Wait till Percy hears you’re okay! He’s been worried.”

Della hugs her half-brother back.

Percy’s been worried about her?

“He was so sad when they didn’t find you!”

“Alright Tyson,” Let her breathe there Kiddo.” A masculine voice laughed.

“Dad?” Della breathed.

Tyson let go of her. And moved out of the way.

At the end of the hallways stood her father Poseidon. He looked similar to the last time she’d seen him. Same fisherman’s getup, the same beard, the same everything really–except now he looked incredibly exhausted.

She moved towards him but stopped just a few feet in front of him. She didn’t really know what to say to him.

“Hello, Della,” He smiled. He and Percy shared the same smile. “You’ve been so brave.”

“Not that I’m not happy to see you but why am I here? I don’t remember–”

Poseidon’s smile fell. “There is much to discuss but you need to get home to your mother and brother.”

“But–”

“I am very proud of you Della,” Poseidon said. He pulled her into a hug. This was the first hug she’d ever had with her dad. He held her similar to Mom–a hand at the back of her head and the other between her shoulder blades.

“Never forget little Siren, you are my daughter, not just Percy’s sister.”

⬳

“The sword, Della,” Annabeth muttered, “Your sword…Hero…cursed blade…”

Della and Percy looked at each other. Percy nodded at her.

Della looked at Luke his lip trembled.

“Del…please…I’ll be good I promise…”

Della felt tears stream down her face.

She raised her sword but then she looked back at Percy.

“Together,” she said.

“Together,” he said.

They passed the blade to Luke together.

Luke without hesitation snatched Leda and he undid his chest plate. He aimed Della’s sword under his left arm and he stabbed himself.

Leda, Della’s sword clattered to the ground as Luke fell backward.

Della caught him before his head could hit the hearth. She cradled his head in her lap.

“Del…”

“Hey, no none of that,” Della whispered.

Annabeth, Grover, and Percy surround them. They crouch over the pair.

“I–I’m sorry Beth…”

“Shh, you were a hero at the end, you’ll go to Elysium.”

“Did you love me?” he asked looking at Annabeth.

“At one time but…you were always a brother to me.”

He nodded and coughed red painted his lips. His eyes gazed up at Della.

“Del, no matter how much I hurt you…I want you to know I meant it when I said…I love you.”

Della’s tears cascaded on his brow. She leaned over and kissed his brow.

“It’s okay…” he said, “it doesn’t hurt.”

“Luke I love you.”

He smiled up at her. His eyes went to Percy. Luke brought himself up a smidge and gripped Percy’s sleeve.

“Ethan. Me. The other unclaimed, don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t I promise,” Percy said.

“Good,” Luke breathed. He fell back into Della’s lap and his hand went slack.

Della choked on a sob. Grover closed Luke’s unseeing eyes. Annabeth clutched onto Percy’s shoulder.

“Percy…Della,” Their dad called, awe in his voice, “what…what is this?”

Percy turned and faced the Olympians.

“We need a shroud,” he announced, his voice cracked. “We need a shroud for the Son of Hermes.”

Della tried not to scream.

#oc character #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percyjacksonxsister!reader #fanfic #heroes of olympus #percy and annabeth #luke castellan x reader #della jackson

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troutfur · 5 months

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Since you allow aus, for the warriors ficlets perhaps the med cat Lionblaze au? :0 Preferably maybe Leafpool and Lionpaw bonding over herbs? That might be cute but honestly I'm leaving the door open for you to do whatever you want with the idea <3

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I feel like way too often we get med school prodigies in the medicine den. Where is my dropout representation? Where are my can't for the life of them remember the most basic facts about biology girlies? Why can't we ever see a dumbass or two in there?

Kestrelflight usually occupies that space in my headcanons but his deal is more about angst. He goes from a rather carefree apprentice enjoying the extended adolescence that comes with the double-length apprenticeship AND ON TOP OF THAT having been "held back a grade" to suddenly dealing with Barkface dying an agonizing and slow death before he's remotely ready to take ever. It's a headcanon I've gotten a lot of mileage of and it's based on exactly like 2 pieces of information from the books.

With Lionblaze while there's an angst side I can more easily imagine it being funny too. Such is the duality of the Lionblaze you know? From the himbo to the monster the line is thin and this fundamental juxtaposition is what makes him him. This one did not turn out funny but it's certainly not the type of heavy Kestrelflight always brings out in me.

Preamble only mostly written as a procrastination strategy aside, I offer thee:

Lionpaw huffed from his nose in frustration as he considered the herbs before him. Leafpool had relieved him from his training duties for the time being already but he couldn’t just let it go. Whatever the diference between the yellow flowers was he had to figure out how to tell them apart. The thought occured to him to ask Jaypaw for help but just imagining the complaining and grumbling he’d have to put up with just for daring to bring it up to him dissuaded Lionpaw from it.

Crouching low once again, Lionpaw studied the plants before him, from the roots to the petals from the stems to the leaves. Whatever that something he was sure he was missing, whatever that thing that Leafpool could pick up on immediately when he couldn’t, he was no closer to figuring it out than when he began. With his mind drifting and drifting, ever more tired an unable to process the images and sensations before him, Lionpaw finally decided to call it quits, scattering the petals with the sweeping movements of his front paws.

Huffing, Lionpaw decided to curl up into a ball and dig his face deep, deep below his paws. He was only now noticing how much his head had begun to hurt from the exertion and how desperate he was for a nap. But with noon moving to evening the time for rest and relaxation under the warm lick of the sun was coming to a close and he’d be expected to be ready to attend to his apprentice duties and be ready for any further lessons his mentor had prepared for him.

When Leafpool came back to the den, having just attended to a grooming session with other clanmates she frowned seeing the scattered herbs and her apprentice lying balled up towards the entrance of the den. “Lionpaw,” she meowed as she gave out an exasperated huff. “I told you to take a rest for a reason. Now you’ve not only ended up learning nothing but...”

Burrying himself deeper into his paws, Leafpool’s lecture went on. Lionpaw could feel his pelt grow hotter . It was true he had been disobeying his mentor directly but...

He recalled the last half-moon meeting. Willowpaw had been quick to quiz him on everything she assumed he’d know already, having started to train not long after Hollypaw’s first and only of those. Question after question after question it only left him confused and upset and suddenly a little ashamed of the achievement he’d meant to brag in learning how to bind a wound with cobwebs.

“Lionpaw!” Leafpool yelled. “Did you listen to anything I even said?”

Lifting his head from beneath his paws and meekly looking at his mentor he dejectedly shook his head.

As Leafpool came to see his ashamed face, she released a sigh and lowered to his eye level. “Have you thought about becoming a warrior apprerntice once again?” she suggested. “It’s not like it’s urgent I train an apprentice, I’m still rather young...”

“No!” Lionpaw immediately declared, jumping to his paws and puffing out his fur in panic. “Leafpool, please I...” He trailed off trying to think of his next words. “Please, just. Since you’re young that means you have a lot of time to train me right? I could just be an apprentice for longer than normal, I wouldn’t mind. Just. Please. It’s the only other option. Leafpool if I become a warrior apprentice I could--”

“Calm down, calm down,” Leafpool urged. “Lionpaw, please breathe.”

Shrinking into his shoulders and wrapping his tail around his feet, Lionpaw bowed his head down.

“I, well,” Leafpool said trying to find the words. “I can try to work with you Lionpaw but I think at some point we must consider this may not be working. What will you do after I’m gone if you never end up learning?”

“I’ll learn,” he promised. “I’ll learn, I’ll learn, please. I just... I’m sorry I can’t be as good of an apprentice as Willowpaw.”

“I know how hard it can be to be a medic’s apprentice and not take to it as well as your peers,” Leafpool said. “You remind me of Mothwing just a little bit, you know?”

“Really?” Leafpool said.

She nodded. “Really. Maybe if you behave these next few days before the half-moon I can arrange something with her so you can learn some more from her.”

Lionpaw nodded, excited at the prospect.

#don't mind it getting actually serious or me just breezing past having to explain any medicine #there's a reason I emphasize the priest part of doctor-priest #religion and magic and ritual is something I can understand biology and medicine and pharmacology is something that escapes my grasp #warrior cats #wc #warrior cats au #lionblaze #leafpool

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carrotpiss · 1 year

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#crouch speaks #thee isolation #thee isolation do be eating away #like blood in my mouth

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nyxus-nyx-2 · 6 months

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LEMME PLATONICALLY HUG NYXY- PLZ- I BEG THEE- HE LOOKS SO HUGGABLE- RAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!! CKLYLYIT5ILUMHKTJGKHKGKTKYRJGLYTKLU!!! ×p×

(If he allows I will hugggg /p)

Nyxy smiled before looking around to see if Averse is watching, he crouched down and hugs you. He grins as he nuzzled into your head before pulling away and patting you head. Giving a soft and happy smile, it seemed flowers bloomed as he smiled. “Shh. This’ll be our secret okay?” He giggles before urging you to run before Averse notices.

#nyxy rambles #nyxy sona #nyxy halfbreed #nyxy answers #nyxyverse #nyxy hugs

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racfoam · 1 year

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Can I beg thee wonderful God of writing for maybe a quick little professor gaunt (who harry is now aware I'd voldemort of course) comforting her when maybe students keep being assholes to her and it finally gets to her and she just decides she needs him to be their for her AND HE ISSSSSSS ugh you already know I adore you and your writing but I'll keep saying it cause you should here it!

Oh, this is an interesting idea! Thank you for the kind words! ❤️ I'll do my best 👍 Sending love 💖💞

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Harry was just in the library to return the borrowed books by the end of term. The famous rumour that the borrowed, unreturned books flew out of windows to return to their shelves was not one Harry would like to personally witness or trigger.

There were a few whispers as Harry placed the books on Madam Pince’s desk. Harry knew what they were muttering. Nothing new, same old thing they’ve been muttering for the entire year.

Why couldn't they stop whispering and say it to her face? Right. Because that would mean having to look at her directly and say it to her face, giving Harry an opportunity to explain.

Harry walked out of the library. Well, would have, if she didn’t collide head on with Flint.

The universe must really hate her.

Flint sneered down at her. It was nothing compared to Voldemort. Harry didn't flinch, backed away, little less thought of apologising.

“If it isn’t the Dark Lord fighter,” said Flint; just the sound of his arrogant, self-important tone motivated Harry to hex him. “You know, Potter, I'm surprised Weasley still hangs around you. Clearly you bring wizards bad luck.”

“Not as bad luck as you, Flint,” replied Harry, unafraid, unintimidated, staring right back up into Flint’s cold eyes. “Move.”

Flint, apparently, decided he wanted to be put into the hospital wing today, because he didn’t move, and opened his ugly mouth again.

“You know, I'm surprised how nobody thinks you killed Diggory.”

Harry saw red. One moment, she was standing still, the next, she had lunged forward, grabbed Flint by the collar, and drove her knee into his groin.

The groan of pain was so satisfying to hear. It made it worth it. To release all the frustration, the anger, on someone.

Flint crumpled to his knees, hands over his trousers. It was ironic, how easily men could fall, all from a single, well-aimed knee.

Harry crouched down. “I didn't kill Cedric. But maybe I'll listen to all those mutters and rumours and give them something to talk about.” She grabbed Flint by the collar, and growled in the coldest, darkest voice she ever heard herself speak in, “Maybe I'll kill you.”

Flint's face turned deathly pale.

After all, that's what everyone thinks Harry is — a dark witch. All because of Voldemort going after her. Because of Harry speaking parseltongue. And to top it all off, for the entire year, she has been called a liar.

The fear on Flint's face almost made it worth it. Almost chased away the hurt and the boiling anger. It didn't. It was a fleeting relief, not a complete release. The loosening of the chains, not unlocking them.

Harry shoved Flint away, listened to his body tumble to the ground.

Fuck. Stupid, dirty, cheating...

Her neck stung. Something was wrong. Her throat seemed to start clogging, like it was being gagged from the inside by a plug.

It wasn't a jinx. It was a curse that hit her. She couldn't go to the infirmary. It was three floors up. She'd choke on her own breath by then.

No way in hell was Harry going to die by Flint's curse. No way.

Harry knew who could help her before she choked to death. Her heart beat a bit faster at the thought of him.

Voldemort.

Harry ran to Gaunt's office.

------ (I couldn't do the entire scene but I hope this part is all right)

“He deserved it,” Harry managed to gasp through inhaling greedy lungfuls of air to reclaim the lost oxygen back into her lungs.

Voldemort breathed a laugh.

“I don't doubt that,” he said, amused. He was disastrously charming when he smiled like that. A few butterflies fluttered inside Harry's stomach. She tried to wave them away, all to naught. They kept flying around, throwing an entire garden party.

“Thanks,” she said. “I wouldn’t have made it to the infirmary.”

“You welcome," he purred.

Tilting his head, Voldemort surveyed Harry with his red irises. They suited him better than the brown ones. He reminded her of a curious vampire in that moment, with his slicked-back black hair and aristocratic features.

His eyes narrowed. Slender, long fingers — warm, they were so warm — reached out, cupping her chin; he looked very insulted. “Would you cease comparing me to the Muggle invention of vampires?”

A grin lifted on Harry's face. It was answer enough.

Voldemort scowled, serving to amuse Harry more. Voldemort leaned close, his face dangerously close to Harry's now, a severe expression on his face.

“You should treat your soulmate with more respect,” he said scoldingly.

“Oh, really?” asked Harry, fighting back a smile and failing. “I think I’m very respectful to you. If you want to teach me manners, you're going to have to restrain me and talk me into insanity with lessons of propriety, my lord.”

Voldemort shivered.

“Ah, but Harry," he sang her name fondly, a song of the soul. “I like you free and unrestrained.”

Fingers reached out to brush along Harry's cheek.

“I have crossed oceans of time to find you,” whispered Voldemort silkily, breath hot against her lips, red eyes glowing with undescribable devotion and tenderness.

Harry turned beetroot.

Harry tried to say something, opening and closing her mouth. After a few attempts, only a croak came out.

Voldemort laughed; a rich, honeyed sound.

Harry wanted to cover her burning face, to hide herself from the piercing rubies. She found her hands reaching forward, grabbing onto the cloth of his robes.

Somehow, someway, it seemed Voldemort heard all the words Harry couldn't say. He wrapped her up in his arms, pulling her close, to his beating heart.

This time, Harry welcomed it. Harry wanted it.

Harry sighed in bliss. She relaxed into the strong arms, melting into his embrace, burrowing her face into Voldemort’s neck, basking in the warmth of sunlight spreading across her boy. Harry wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her fingers on his nape. The hairs on it rose under her touch.

They held each other there, on the floor, wrapped up in each other, and Harry felt peaceful.

Harry felt happy that Voldemort was here. With her.

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