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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Shigaraki, Overhaul and Dabi

with a Pregnant Partner

Shigaraki x GN! pregnant reader; Overhaul x GN! Pregnant reader, Dabi x GN! pregnant reader

Warnings: reader being reckless, fluff, reader is a villain in Shigaraki and Dabi’s part (is that a warning? Idk)

AN: just me being me again 😌💅 living out my hopes and dreams with soft villains

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was a busy man. He was always looking for ways to further his league of villains all while destroying All Might and his stupid protégé, Izuku Midoriya. However, his biggest challenge currently wasn’t his determination to end hero society or even to create a larger foundation for the league but instead, it was keeping his very pregnant partner contained.

“You never let me do anything fun!” You grumbled as Tomura looked at you, completely unfazed by your usual usual temper tantrum. You were six months pregnant and Tomura had learned very early on how little you appreciated his opinion on keeping yourself out of villainy duties, especially since you had become pregnant.

“So you want to give birth in prison YN?” He responds to you as you glare at him, looking around to garner any support from your fellow league memebers.

“Hey don’t look at us Yn, hand man has a point,” Dabi chuckles as Shigaraki ignored his comments, turning back to the house of cards he was currently building.

“YN my dear don’t you think you should prioritize rest especially in your current state?” Mr. Compress interjects as you turn your glare to the magician. You chose to ignore them and go back to the source your current frustration.

“Tomura I’m bored! You can’t keep me locked up in this bar forever!” You whine as Shigaraki sighs. He honestly has no idea what to do with you, and if you meant less to him, he’d probably just kill you but alas, his stupid feelings for you had always gotten in the way.

“Please listen to Tomura Shigaraki YN, he is only looking out for you,” Kurogiri adds as you continue to grumble, folding your arms and stomp your feet. You really were being completely insufferable.

Shigaraki sighed, standing up and resting his head on your shoulder while gently grazing your bump, “YN will you please stop being a brat and listen to us? We- I want you safe and you know what the doctor said. Now please will you stop annoying everyone?”

You rolled your eyes at his confession knowing Tomura meant every word he said. He was rarely affectionate but when he was, you truly knew he cared.

“Ugh fine!” You grumbled as you felt a smirk grow you’re partners face knowing he won, “But the first Nomu attack after I give birth I get to go too!”

Shigaraki chuckled, shaking his head, “whatever you say brat.”

Overhaul

Overhaul opened the door to the bedroom, wanting to do nothing more than to crawl into bed and cuddle with you. He was exhausted, his serum to eliminate quirks was nearly finished and the Shie Hassaiki was ready for phase two of his plan. He opened the door and turned on the bathroom light, looking over to see you sound asleep. Only he wasn’t met with the usual angelic picture of you in slumber, instead he was met with an empty bed. He sighed, leaving your joint room and heading down to the kitchen. His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed the light beaming from below the door.

He slowly opened the door, peering in as he saw you sitting on a stool, eating your current favorite pregnancy craving as you happily hummed away, enjoying every bite.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He asked as you looked up, face beaming with content as you finished your snack.

“Hi Kai! Are you done working? I was waiting for you in bed but then I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d come and have a snack!” You cheered as Kai came next to you, pulling out a stool and sitting with you.

“Would you like a bite?” You asked.

Overhaul looked at you, a look at disgust on his face at your offer, “YN you know I don’t share food.”

You stare at him, deadpan at his confession as you roll your eyes, “you are aware of how I got pregnant right? So you’re really going to sit there and tell me that you won’t eat a bite of my food?”

Kai chuckled as he stood up, grabbing your empty plate and walking it over to the sink. You stood up, heading over to the sink to wash the dishes as Kai stopped you.

“Let me just do the dishes quick and then we can head to bed ok?”

“Leave them darling, someone will take care of them in the morning,” he said as you gaped at him.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband!” You mock gasped as Kai rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand.

“You need to rest YN, now let’s go,” he said grabbing your hand as you followed behind him. You sighed knowing how much your husband loved and cared for you.

Dabi

Dabi was use to living life on his own, that was until you weaseled your way in and never left. At first he found you annoying, and to be fair, the annoyance never really did go away. However, he now found himself in a position he never thought he’d be in and that was head over heels for you. At this precise moment, however, he was more ready to kill you than he was to hug and kiss you.

“You idiot what are you doing out so late!?!?” He yelled a question you knew was retorical as he dragged you through the back alleyway of the leagues hideout. He was pissed and you knew it.

“Well you said you were coming back around midnight and when you didn’t, I got hungry and since we didn’t have anything to eat, I decided to go and get something to eat,” you declared as Dabi growled at you, turning on his heels and glaring daggers into you. You knew you were in some major trouble but unfortunately, cravings don’t wait.

“YN you know we have food, I just got food for you earlier today!” He whisper shouted as you stood there.

“Well I didn’t want that food! The baby wanted instant ramen which we didn’t have!” You growled back as your partner groaned, his hands going to his head as he paced around the alley.

“YN you realize that we are both wanted criminals right?” He said as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Are we really? I had no clue!” You mocked as you made your way to the entrance of the league’s headquarters, bag of noddles in hand.

“YN you need to stop acting so reckless! It’s one thing for me to get caught but you? Giving birth in Tartarus wouldn’t be a walk in the park!” He shouted as you headed to the kitchen.

“You act like giving birth anywhere will be a walk in the park,” you chimed, annoyed at your boyfriend as he followed you. Dabi was furious but he knew he had to calm down. This was exactly the way you were and it’s one of the big reasons he loved you so much, despite how stupidly you acted at times.

“YN listen, I’m sorry for yelling but you are literally being the biggest idiot right now,” he relented as you went about making your noodles.

“Yeah but I’m an idiot with ramen now,” you sang, unphased by your partners outburst.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” He said, sitting down as you turned to him and smiled.

“Love me?” You questioned as an annoyed smirk entered his face.

“You’re lucky I already love you idiot.”

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klbwriting · 3 months

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Broken Prism

Chapter 4

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Jason reflects on his return to the city and you come face to face with Batman

After returning to Gotham six months ago Jason started to relearn the ebbs and flows of the city right away, like he hadn’t been gone for almost seven years. He started by patrolling the same routes he and Batman once had, seeing what Batman and his replacement were up to. He followed their path, seeing how it changed or stayed the same. He was trying to assess their patterns and maybe get an inkling to what happened when he died. He could remember a decent amount about his past, prior to the pit and the league. Five years of spending nights trying to stay awake, avoiding nightmares of cold steel and screeching, gave a person a lot of time thinking and thinking led to remembering. The only thing he couldn’t fully put together in his mind was how he had actually died. He figured it had something to do with Batman, why else would he dream about a bat attacking him so much? He wasn’t a psychiatrist, but he figured it wasn’t that hard to put those pieces together. However, after following the Batman and his new protégé for a few weeks nothing sparked except more memories of patrols just like they were doing. Taking out bad guys, helping innocents, the usual good vigilante stuff. He noticed Batman still didn’t kill and it sickened him. He had studied more than his fair share of villains in his time with the league and if any of those ‘people’ deserved to die it was the ones living in Gotham. After he had learned all that he could he had turned to part two of his return scheme. Money, territory, power.

While following Batman and new Robin he had noticed that they didn’t pay too much attention to the lower-level criminals like drug dealers. Honestly, between Penguin, Mr. Fries, Two-Face and the rest when would they have time? So he had gotten to work. A couple hours of beheading lieutenants and meeting with the bosses he had a whole little crew of dealers, 40 percent of their sales, and no one dealing to kids anymore. If they did it was a bullet between the eyes, no questions asked. A few challenged him, not paying up or still dealing around the schools. They were soon found by GCPD, a bullet in the brain and maybe some extra cuts and bruises for when Jason felt extra annoyed. The cash the dealers gave him supplied him well enough to establish some safehouses, get extra gear, and make sure that enough cops were paid to stay away from him business.

Once this was finished Jason decided to check out Arkham, see who was actually locked up and who was just rumored to be in the asylum. He stalked the halls, quiet like Batman taught him to be, using shadows and the old architecture to his advantage. He found Two-Face, Calendar Man, Clayface, Hush, all locked up. He was heading down a part of the old wing when he first heard the laugh, or was it sobbing, or maybe screaming? It sounded like a horrible medley of all three. As soon as it hit his ears he froze, encased in shadow and in the past. That laugh, a crowbar, a bomb. The Joker. Jason’s heart raced, the read out on his helmet said that it was getting too high, he needed to calm down or risk a panic attack, a heart attack, death by laughter. He started breathing too fast through his nose, hyperventilating. His eyes flashed around, frantic. He needed to leave, get out of this place as fast as he could.

He wasn’t 100 percent sure how he had escaped unseen but he didn’t stop running until he was knee deep in the river, the realization that his pants were wet making him snap out of his trance. Joker had killed him. Hours of torture, bones broken, scars that the pit psychically healed but would never heal in his soul, then a bomb, the fire and the light to end everything. Why was it that Jason had died but that motherfucker was still alive? Batman had to have known who had killed him. Who had taken him from this earth and put him inside of it. Why hadn’t he killed him? Did Jason really matter so little that Batman had just wandered off, letting Joker keep his breath and just replacing him with a newer model Robin? Jason saw green, snarling like an animal. He stomped back to where he had left his bike and headed into East End. If there was anyone who deserved a few bullets, maybe some broken skulls, they would be there. Jason needed to kill and to think. Now, months later and still no where less pissed off about Batman’s ridiculous no kill rule Jason watched his former mentor stalking the city, looking for something. Probably that woman who had showed up at his house and stolen his car. His soulmate. Jason still couldn’t believe that he had a soulmate, and she still must be his since his world was still colorful. He could see the bright neon signs, all pinks and oranges and greens, see the attempts the city made of parks and flowers and landscaping in lush yellows and blues. And he saw how the red of his helmet gleaned when he walked by a window, too bad not everyone got to see these things. He couldn’t remember the world in black and white and gray, that seemed like a lifetime ago. He supposed it was. Jason still had his mission on his mind, taking down the Batman, killing Joker, all of that, but her eyes had distracted him momentarily. He wanted to know what Batman was going to do to her, wanted to make sure she was safe from the lies that Bruce Wayne tells those he thinks he can manipulate and use. She wasn’t going to be a pawn for his bullshit.

Jason perched on a fire escape overlooking a back alley. He could see her window across the street, she was in the apartment, probably her bedroom, at a desk typing. The rain was blurring her face a little, but he could still see that she was focused, and he wished he knew on what. He wished he knew her thoughts, her likes, dislikes, he wanted to know her favorite color now that she could see them. And he wanted to know her name above everything else. He knew he could go figure it out, use the records database and find her name based on her address, but he wanted to hear her tell him it, hear her voice say her name, say his name. He could see why Batman had thought he had been too young for a soulmate. This drive to be around her was becoming all consuming and Jason couldn’t tell if it was because she was just his soulmate or if it was because a soulmate meant that he still had a soul, something in him might still be worth saving to someone. If she had known him, would she have killed Joker? Did she mourn him when her world had gone back to black and white? Had she been confused to see the color return? So many questions and he was too scared to get his answers. He heard the familiar sound of quiet settle around him, Batman was lurking. He looked around, keeping himself silent as he used his helmets readout to track the vigilante on the roof of her building. He scaled down the side of it, effortlessly opening the window to what was probably the living room, disengaging the alarm that was there. He knocked on her bedroom door, making her get up and answer, clearly confused and worried, she pulled out a switchblade from her pocket before opening the bedroom door. Jason turned on his enhanced hearing device to listen into the conversation.

“What the fuck?” you said, hearing someone knock at your bedroom door. You had roommates but they were out of Gotham for the weekend, escaping the dreary city in search of sunshine that lasted more than five minutes a day. No one should be in your apartment, let alone knocking at your bedroom door. You took out the blade you carried, flipping it open, ready to start stabbing, opening the door quickly, throwing your weight against the intruder, knife pressing and…breaking. You frowned, feeling the stone muscle of armor, shoving uselessly against it. The blade of your knife had broken and gone flying off onto your bed. You looked up and swallowed. Batman, well fuck, he must be mad you stole his car.

“YN YLN?” Batman said, voice graveled, but you could hear the lilt of Bruce Wayne’s fancy rich tone underneath. You stepped back, breathing deep as you calmed down. He probably wouldn’t kill you, wasn’t that his rule?

“Bruce Waynes?” you mocked back, mimicking his deep bass. You thought you saw the uptick of his lips into a smirk, but it was gone fast enough that you could have imagined it. “I left your car in a nice part of town, I’m sure it's already back in your garage.”

“I’m not here about a car,” he said. You weren’t entirely surprised. “Can we talk for a minute?” At least he was polite after the breaking and entering. You motioned to the living room, wanting to get his hulking mass out of your safe space. He went back to the living room, standing in the middle. It wasn’t a big room either, but it was enough for you and your two friends. You felt strange sitting down as he stood so you got up again, busying yourself by tidying up. It didn’t need a lot of picking up, you were clean by nature, keeping mostly everything in place, but you needed to do something with your hands.

“So what do you want?” you asked, putting away a book before going to the small kitchen area to do the few dishes in the sink.

“Why did you ask about Robin?” he asked. You looked at him. “Who are you?”

“You replaced him, you replaced my soulmate,” you said. You knew he had fancy gadgets to see if people were lying so you figured why bother? Not like him knowing this truth would matter. Robin may have been alive out there but despite your best efforts you hadn’t been able to find anything about him, just that Joker had killed him in some other country almost seven years ago. You were able to see a subtle sign of surprise on Batman’s face, his lips thinning out at the revelation.

“I didn’t replace him,” he said, but it sounded lame, an excuse. “There were others who needed my help and I need help for them.” You felt white hot anger course through you.

“You replaced him because you were too weak to save him! You couldn’t even kill his murderer, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why isn’t Joker cut up into pieces and decaying at the bottom of some endless pit somewhere?” you demanded, throwing a glass at him. He deflected it and it shattered into pieces. “Where is that Robin now?” You assumed Batman must know about the return of his former partner. The silence stretched out.

“J-…”

“Don’t say his name, I don’t want to hear his name from anyone but him,” you said, holding up a hand. The silence went on again.

“That Robin is dead, you said it yourself,” Batman replied, clearly confused. You froze.

“You don’t know,” you said. He had no idea that Robin was back, somewhere in the world, he was alive. You had assumed he would return to Gotham, find Batman and join back up in the cause, or maybe get some type of revenge. But nothing, nothing except for that new guy, the one no one could figure out. The one they called Red Hood. The one who had fled at the sight of you. Your brain was whirring and you were worried Batman would hear the gears turning. “Get out.” You left no room for argument, and it appeared he wasn’t exactly sure what to say to you next, so he left the way he came in. You fixed the alarm and closed the window, cleaning up the broken glass and going back to your room. You needed to figure out how to contact the Red Hood. Either he knew about Robin or…or he was Robin.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #brokenprism

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guess-that-ship · 2 months

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S10 Round 1

ppl plzr

cw: manipulation, toxic relationships

A and B are friends and have been for a while. B is hopelessly devoted to A and A only cares about his own dreams and ambitions to become a public speaker. A ruins B's life by taking advantage of his loyalty and leaves B with nothing. responding with almost complete apathy at his grief.

they eventually drift apart but after A is in a dire situation and needs help he contacts B and quickly bursts into B's stable life and turns it on it's head to chase his dreams from years ago. B at first protests, but he does not really have a backbone when it comes to A and eventually the fire he has for a right to live his life mellows out as he decided to just go along with what A wants. A eventually flies too close to the sun, but B is the only one affected as a laves him behind and he presumably dies. A is “heartbroken”, but it's only a facade as he quickly continues with his plans as if nothing happened since B was only a tool for him and he had gotten everything he could from him.

but B didn't die, he escaped by the skin of his teeth and is now left feeling betrayed as he is alone for days. he decides after all of this he is cutting all contact with A, but right as it's about to happen he gets an enlightenment and decides all the bad A has done to him was a necessary evil, which is just a subconscious coping strategy as he really has nothing else as A has taken everything from him, including his pride. nevertheless he is invigorated to continue.

we find, though, that A has died while B was gone. and B is left to pick up the pieces. all of A's responsibilities has been put onto him and he is now in charge of A's legacy. and everything in his life, once more comes crashing down on him. all because of his devotion to A

I’ll Follow You

There is a mentor and a protege, both of them around the same age. The mentor teaches him things, and his protege has heart. He makes mistakes—to the irritation of their group—but his teacher has believed in him from the start. The mentor is a quirky guy, and everyone thinks he’s crazy except for a small group of people.

In one scene, the mentor saves the protégé’s life, grabbing him and pulling him into safety. The teacher is kind, lightly chastising him and correcting him when he falls.

The student swears he’ll stay by his side, but the people hunting them down make him fear for his life. His mentor was captured and taken to be killed. Despite his better judgement, he pretends that he doesn’t know his teacher—breaking his promise. His friend and mentor is murdered by his assailants. The student spends the rest of his life feeling guilty, trying to atone for his mistakes.

If there’s one thing that his teacher taught him, it is not how many times you fail. It’s how many times you get up, how you keep going. The student becomes the best he could be, his trust in his teachings unwavering, eventually becoming a legend in tales of old.

#s10 #tournament poll #s10 round 1

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myers-meadow · 2 years

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Serpent Tongue: Valak x reader, Ed Warren x reader

Title: Serpent Tongue

Fandom: The Conjuring (particularly part two, and 'the devil made me do it').

Summary: Valak has his eyes set on a particular brand of torture for the Warrens, involving the protégé that is staying in their guestroom. As helpful as the protégé is to the family, this web of complications may just unhinge everything the Warrens have ever worked for. Temptations become more difficult to ignore, and Valak is not the only one to indulge.

Warnings: 18 +. dub-con, perhaps even non-con depending on interpretation. Sexually explicit content. Rough fucking. Reader is female. Cheating. Degredation. Oral (m receiving), penis in vagina sex. Open ending.

I had such a blast writing this, these little delightful snippits are truly how I enjoy exploring these concepts the most. Please do exercise caution while reading.

Ao3 link. And link to my masterlist.

Wordcount: 3780 words.

Divider by @/firefly-graphics.

I don’t remember how it started. Surely, it was gradual. A secret that grew unnoticed, like a missing hair pin, missing but not missed, nothing big by itself. In the shadows it lived and became more than just a shadow and it spoke to me.

A body pressed against mine at night, in the guest room of a house that should be cleansed of anything evil. A priest blessed it twice a week, and Ed and Lorraine swore it was safe. And if anything was there, she would sense it, and deal with it. Still, it was there, hidden from Lorraine’s gifts, and I sensed it grow stronger over time. The whispers grew louder, the shadows darkened, the touches grew firmer. The temptations… worsened.

“What is your name?” I asked it one night. The weight next to me shifted, a grip on my wrist. It was too dark to really make anything out, yet a pair of yellow eyes stared into mine, just centimetres away. My wrist lifted, moved over my head.

“You smell of blood tonight,” was all I received in return. Even when it released my wrist, I wasn’t in control. It was dream-like. As if consequences didn’t exist. A nose nudged mine and my eyes fluttered shut. A long, thin finger slid down my belly, over my pubic hair, until it reached my folds.

“You’ll surely be disappointed to know I’m only menstruating, and not mortally wounded.”

A quiet laugh sounded. “Shh, I’ll relieve the pain for you.” And the finger curled against a spot that had me whimpering.

During the day, at the library, I felt the presence weighing down each stack of books I moved. The medieval scripts were almost second nature. When I wrote down my name, I elongated the s just like they did. When returning home, my hands were dry from the frequent washing, to make sure the books wouldn’t degrade from the oils on our fingers. At home, it was my turn to cook. Lorraine had taken Judy out for a walk, it was such lovely weather, the tail-end of summer. Jackets left at home. I chopped the carrots with rhythmic precision, hoping to get done on time before Ed got home.

The front door opened and closed, shoes taken off, footsteps.

“In the kitchen,” I called, moving to the stove to stir the onions sizzling in the pan.

Two arms wrapped around my waist. His cologne.

“Hmm, smells good already. Is Lorraine out with Judy?” The vibrations of his voice carried through his chest and into my back. Ed brushed my braid over my shoulder, resting his chin on my crown.

“They’re on a walk,” I replied, trying to continue on cooking. It wasn’t new that he made me nervous, but his affections were changing. He squeezed me into him tightly, before letting go.

“Had a good day today?”

“I suppose. Same old, same old,” I peeked over my shoulder at him. He leant against the counter, arms crossed, looking at me but not at my eyes. “Lizette said that they have an interesting manuscript coming in next week, but there’s been some delays. We’ll see once it gets there, though, if it really has something to offer.”

Before either of us could say anything more, the front door clattered open and the two returned from their walk and the conversation turned to more cheerful things.

That night, the eyes and whispers were back.

“Won’t you afford me one night of peace?” I sighed, finding my breath halted by its proximity.

“It fascinates me how you much you know about me and my kin, yet are so susceptible to temptation.” A hand on my throat, a the pad of a clawed thumb touched my lips.

I scoffed at its words.

“A non-believer, even after all you witnessed,” it continued. “You fascinate me in many ways.”

Suppressing a yawn – it must be after midnight by now – I asked: “How so?”

“I’d almost take it as flattery, how you spend all that time researching me. All those books you search for, that thirst for knowledge – yet I’m right here, always.”

“What is your name?” I tried again, as I did almost every night.

“Wouldn’t that make it easy for you, hmm? No. You enjoy the challenge, but don’t desire the power that comes with the knowledge of my name. You do it for them.”

To devote my life to the Warren’s cause, that was the condition on inhabiting the guest room. To take care of Judy when they were on a case. To do their research, to take care of the house, to be an extra pair of eyes and hands. But all I am is an extra weakness.

The demon huffed, heated breath fanning my face. “You’re no fun today. Tired?”

“Yes,” I replied sharply.

“Why don’t you think of me a little longer?” it murmured, and the heat of his lips connected to mine. The taste of ashes was still there when I woke up.

Another day, a gloomy one. Autumn approached us. Lizette rapped her knuckles against the heavy oaken door of the small room I sat in. The Latin on the page made my head swim, but all I could think of were Lorraine (her glances around the room, to just behind me) and Ed (his health), who were out on a case. Somewhere two states away. It felt wrong to be so far from them, but life trudges on.

“The manuscript you wanted came in a few days ago. Something went wrong with the system, so I wasn’t notified. Would you like to see it now?” she said.

“Yeah, I’ll pick it up. Can’t focus today. Have you had a look at it yet?”

“Ah, a bit, yeah. Neat hand, and it was later edited by another scribe, which is always interesting. It has parts in Latin and in common.”

I stood up, closing the book I was reading in and coiling the string of weights into a spiral. “Not just another one with the 8th century date-rape drugs?”

She barked out a laugh. “Perhaps.”

The book was interesting, went in-depth about the rituals to summon demons. Some of the names I recognised from the Ars Goethia or from other manuscripts upon a first look through the thick pages. If the copy machine wasn’t still broken, I’d have made copies for at home.

Once home, the routine continued. The sizzling of meat in the pan, green beans boiling in the pot next to it; Ed pressing a lingering kiss to my hairline when Lorraine turned her back. I sprinkled parsley from the backyard garden over the potatoes and we sat down to eat.

Lorraine stopped me, in the morning. It was Saturday. Judy had climbed into bed with Ed and they had a lie in, but she had been too awake to go back to sleep and went down for coffee. Finding me in the kitchen, gold rimmed teacup in a trembling hand.

“Good morning,” we exchanged greetings. She seemed tired.

“Wouldn’t you like to sleep some more? Its only 7:30,” I said.

Lorraine shook her head with gentle smile, putting her cup of hot coffee down on the table as she sat down. “Let the two of them have their lay-in without me tossing and turning. How about you, what’s got you up this early?”

Couldn’t help but glance around, check the shadows, but likely he was listening. “The demon you had me research… It feels like I hit a roadblock. I’m sorry I can’t be of any use lately.”

She shifted in her seat, folding her hand over mine, warm with residual heat from the coffee cup. “Dear, why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling earlier? You mean so much to us, even when you’re just here, even if you don’t find anything worthwhile in your research.” She sighed softly, eyes warm, gave my hand a squeeze. “Judy loves having you here too, she said she likes how calm you are, that you don’t make her feel like a freak.”

We chuckled. “Thank you.”

A shadow behind Lorraine moved, but it was gone before I could focus on it. I hesitated. “There’s another thing, too. Have you noticed anything different lately?”

She sat up straight, retracted her hand. Even despite the care she showed others, she guarded herself well.

“What do you mean? If I’ve had any visions?”

I nodded.

She shifted again. “What kinds of visions?”

Avoiding her gaze, I instead focussed on the teacup in front of me. “Do you remember the painting Ed made? The one in-”

“In his office? Yeah.”

“That’s the demon you’re having me research, isn’t it? That’s what you want me to focus on. But the way he appears there is not his real form, so you didn’t tell me.”

She twirled her wedding ring around her finger. “Yes, it is. There is… history there. Finding out anything at all about him is valuable. The fact Ed dreamed about him is already worrying, and now that you’re asking if I’ve noticed anything different makes me believe you have seen him too.”

My voice dropped low, “Only his eyes.”

Her head cocked to the side, examining me, as if she looked right through me.

I shrugged. “And the usual, shadows, noises. Nothing much, but if I can sense it, I’m sure you’re bothered by it even more.”

The night was darker than usual. Awoke to breathing by my ear. Attempting to wave it away and turn on my side was met with pinned hands – fingers interlaced - and a deep kiss to my lips. A forked tongue against mine. I panted as it let up, threw my head back to avoid another lengthy kiss.

“You’re quiet,” I taunted. “Anything the matter?” The venom seeped through my voice. Another punishing kiss. Its teeth cut my lip, copper mixing with the taste of fire. I inhaled sharply as it sucked my lip, darting that split tongue over it. When those yellow eyes bore into mine, I realised they were previously closed and it seemed like it was genuinely enjoying this.

“What is this for?” I hissed, angry at my previous thought.

Finally the demon spoke. “He wants you,” its voice gravelly, something ancient. “I can taste his need, and his guilt.”

Its words felt significant somehow, as if they betrayed something more of its nature.

“You want this to happen. You want him to-”

“Yes? Say it, doll.”

“To hurt Lorraine.”

“Intimately,” it agreed, and kissed me again. A tear leaked from the corner of my eye. His hooked nose rubbing against mine, breathing the same air. It was hot, unbearably hot, underneath the duvet.

“You won’t break her.”

“I’m almost disappointed,” he whispered, voice hoarse, “it seems you’ve given up so easily.”

An unseen force parted my thighs, the weight of him increased, as if he only now became fully corporeal. A knee finding the right pressure to grind against my vulva.

“Never,” I said, before arching up and biting his bottom lip.

Lorraine visited family with Judy, but Ed remained home. He needed the rest, for his health. I flipped through the scans of the manuscript I made. The radio played something soft, something acoustic. Ed looked up from his book to where I sat by the window, his forehead creasing as I caught his gaze.

“Anything interesting in those pages? Come, let me see.” He motioned me over, and I stood up. The alternative would be worse, but the dread in my stomach mixed well into something resembling arousal. Before I could reach the couch next to the chair he sat in, he pulled me down to sit onto his knee, in between his legs. This was fine, this was just- just a thing any fatherly figure would do. Right?

His easy-going smile, the one that won Lorraine over, and his bright blue eyes were for me then. I bit my lip and spread some of the more interesting pages out over his other leg, putting the rest of the stack on the coffee table.

“There are inconsistencies between the original text and the later edits, but it’s difficult to discern. I’m guessing there’s at least a century between the edits, but some seem to be made much later if I look at the script.”

He looked over the passages I pointed too. “The editor was messy.” His hand, big, warm, rested at the small of my back. Even that contact sparked a flurry of butterflies to erupt.

“Messy, but experienced. Even when taking the rhetoric of the time into account, he details several attempts he made, and of why he thinks the experiments didn’t work.”

“Hmm, interesting,” he said, before shifting in the chair, sitting up straighter. The paper forgotten, flittering somewhere to the floor. His other hand on my knee.

My mouth opening as if to say something, which he caught, his expression turning sly. Hand from knee up to shoulder, to cheek, to the back of my neck. I braced myself against the back of the chair as he tipped my balance over, enough to fall into him, weight crashing into his broad chest.

A messy kiss, teeth clashed from the surprise of tumbling. I braced my forearms against the back of the chair, chests pressed together. A forceful hand tipping my face to deepen the kiss. He tasted of coffee, warm, human. With a start I realised I hadn’t kissed another human being in over a year. Ed pulled back, resting his forehead against mine.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

“Fuck,” I mumbled.

He chuckled. “You’re more than this good girl façade you show us, ain’t you?” Nipped my lip. “Well, show me.”

Showering that evening, alone. The water rushed over my face, I squeezed my wet hair and scrubbed my scalp. The lights flickered briefly and I felt it close in on me.

“Your guilt tastes different from his,” it spoke, disembodied. Lights went dim, I pushed open the shower curtain, saw the switch flip off.

“Quit messing around,” I protested, almost believing I deserved the torture for what I did. Expecting it to taunt me so more, then leave, I continued showering.

From the shadows formed a shape, something that sucked all light into it, something impossible to focus on. The eyes were brighter than ever, and it stepped behind the shower curtain, into the small space of the bath with me.

“You taste… sweet.” Clawed hands reached out to me, spun me around, my back to its chest. “Sweet and sticky, like honey. Can you see how my hands are coated in it?” A dreamy sigh, hands kneading my hips. Trying my damnest to ignore him, I rinsed all shampoo from my hair, then reached for the body wash. It was the one Lorraine used, vanilla and magnolia blossom scented.

“That’s just the soap,” I replied stubbornly, tone bitter. “You’re showing off, I take it you’ve been eating well?”

The creature was so tall it enveloped me, bending over to kiss and lap its forked tongue at my wet skin as I soaped myself. “He was the meal, you’re the dessert. Now I’m wishing I hadn’t had so much of him, so I could enjoy you more.”

Its groping hands made cleaning myself frustrating; they were quick to return each time I pushed them off. When I elbowed him, that was when the jig was up. A low growl, inhuman, dangerous, and instead of a tongue, now it was teeth and claw. A pull at my hair, making me look up into its demonic face as it hung above me, and punished me with a kiss that made my lips bleed. In panic, I turned the nob, the water briefly scalding hot before I managed to turn it off. Heaving, pressed my hand to my bleeding lips, and the demon had vanished.

Both of them grew bolder. For Ed, there was only one boundary: not in the their bed. Anywhere else, though, was fair game.

The Sunday chores; laundry day. I was at the ironing board, positioned one of his button ups, before pressing the hot iron into each crevice. His big hands over the sensitive spot where the demon clawed at my hips the night before, so I brought one of them up to my breast. He took to it greedily, kissing my ear and neck.

“Look at you, bein’ all good for me. I’m glad I’m the only one who can see this side of you,” he said, hot by my ear, before suddenly stopping and turning me around.

“Honey, what are those? Are those bitemarks?” he asked, voice alarmed, rubbing the spot at the crook of my neck. “What could have done this?”

I shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “It’s nothing.” Unconvincing. Terrible performance. I sighed, daring one look at his worried face. “Ed, do you remember the demon that you painted?”

“It was a demon? Oh, little one,” his voice lowered. “I knew there was more to you,” a growl, eyes burning with something animalistic. The shift felt unnatural. “Has it tasted you like I taste you now?”

I whimpered into his mouth as his hand constricted around my throat. Hand digging into the raw skin where he first spotted the marks, he pushed me down on my knees.

“You witch, I can’t believe we’ve let a temptress stay in our home.” The edge to his voice was dangerous, cruel. It crushed my heart, although it was foolish of me to hope he really did care for me.

“Ed, please,” I tried, but was met with the unbuckling of his belt.

The demon was delighted that night. It rubbed the bruises from Ed’s hands on my hips, right by its own claw marks. The yellow surrounded by darkness, the lifting of the duvet to make space for its body. Its new, corporeal body.

“Doesn’t it feel good to be desired? Wasn’t that what you wanted, to be needed so deeply?”

I gasped against its cheek as it pressed down on a bruise.

“You liked him right from the beginning, and now you’re getting to know the real him. The side of him he can’t show to that lovely wife.”

“You’re cruel,” I bit out, exhausted from the day, “and unfair. This isn’t the real Ed.”

The demon laughed. “I can see into his soul. He wanted you for so long… You, on your knees. Getting to call you all sorts of filthy names, my sweet witch, the one to aid my will. You may as well give me more now, he already thinks you’re mine.”

Hair brushed from my face, forked tongue dancing over closed lips. So tired that I opened up and let him indulge.

He hummed. “Delicious. Why don’t you go to sleep, doll? Let me help you to sleep. It’s only fair I reward you for doing so well.”

And he did, making my head swim, stealing my breath with kisses, rocking its cock in and out, slow, deep, making my toes curl even when half-asleep.

Quickies were Ed’s favourite. Any opening to shove himself into me was taken with glee. Somehow he was exactly the same as he always was, when we weren’t alone. A wink during dinner sometimes, or an extra hand on my back. If Lorraine noticed, she didn’t let it show. There was barely anything to notice, Ed was the perfect husband.

But with me, he was unbelievably different.

“Say you want it, whore,” he bit out between clenched teeth from behind me. The vase on the kitchen table wobbled with each thrust. Roses Ed gave to Lorraine after their anniversary last week.

I gripped the table for some semblance of support and did as he demanded. “Fuck me, please, I need you to take me.”

His gruff voice by my ear. “You feel so good, you succubus bitch. Don’t even have the dignity to feel guilty for tempting a man of god.”

I couldn’t help pushing myself up and turning my upper body toward him. “Ha, you’re weak of flesh, then.”

A smack to my ass, stinging even as his hand returned to the back of my neck. “Open your mouth,” his barely restrained anger distorting his voice, each thrust drove against the mouth of my womb, painful but so good. My eyes wide, trying to control my spasms each time he pounded my insides, I opened up.

With just a movement of his lips as warning, he spit in my mouth. The act of it was obscene, but I moaned before realising it, eyes unfocussed.

Each time he worked me over, I saw stars, and when my mind refocused, the normal, adoring Ed returned. He held me after, on the couch, legs slung over his, petting my head.

“It will be alright, don’t you worry, my little one,” he whispered softly as his steady movements brought me down from whatever high I was on.

“I’m still worried,” I said.

“No need, love.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. He was warm. His fingers smelled of newspaper ink, I kissed each of them. “We’re a strong team, and I’m so grateful you came to us.”

The demon showed a tenderness that Ed didn’t seem capable of when we were intimate.

“You’ve ruined my life,” I told the yellow eyes, before turning on my side, trying to sleep. Trying to refuse him with the little means I had against a demon.

“I’ve given you everything you wanted. I fulfil your every desire, and even now,” a clawed hand opened my legs, the shadow above me kissed its way down my neck, “after such mean words, I’ll satisfy you some more.”

“It’s only a matter of time before Lorraine finds out. Or I’ll tell her. And then I’ll be thrown out and you’ll lose your plaything.”

He laughed, the sound vibrating through the hollow in my lungs. Mouth went down, spending extra time on each nipple, forked tongue flicking the sensitive nub, before licking down my stomach. “It’s amusing you think I’d let you go so easily. You’ll be by my side, as I sit on my throne in hell. I’ll have you then too, for the rest of eternity.”

I scoffed, before the words seeped in fully, then stopped. His tongue lapped at my heat, his hands keeping my hips steady.

“You’re too perfect like this.”

When Lorraine found out, it was somehow worse than I imagined. ‘It was the demon that corrupted us,’ said Ed, ‘I never wanted to. She looked just like you to me.’

And she believed him.

#ed warren x reader #valak x reader #ed warren #lorraine warren #demon x reader #the conjuring #the conjuring 2 #the nun #valak #slasher fandom #conjuring fanfic #slasher community #ed warren x lorraine warren #not real person fiction; this is based on the movies alone

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daughter-of-melpomene · 2 months

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𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗪𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

So, I’ve been reading a lot of Wizarding World OC fanfics lately, mostly on Wattpad, and have since fallen back into a rabbit hole of thinking about this amazing universe. Harry Potter was one of the very first fandoms I was in, and despite everything and how much I despise and renounce She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, I still love it and I don’t really think I’ll ever stop.

Anyways, as a result of my falling back into my love for this universe, I wound up creating a whole load of plot bunnies for assorted eras, and I thought I’d share them with you guys! I probably won’t wind up making formal intro posts for all of them or anything, but you guys are definitely free to ask me questions about any of them if you want, and I really hope you like my new babies!!

(Tagging my Wizarding World moots @luucypevensie, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @manyfandomocs, @cecexwrites, and @ginevrastilinski-ocs - really hope you guys like these ideas!!)

FANTASTIC BEASTS ERA —

Charlotte “Charlie” Fairweather; pureblood, (former) Hufflepuff, poly Newt + Tina ship. Newt’s best friend from Hogwarts who shares his love of creatures and dropped out after he got expelled to follow him in his travels. Seen as the father of all the creatures while Newt’s the mom, and has a special bond with the Mooncalves. Total sassy sweetheart who has a heart of gold but also doesn’t take crap from anyone, and also a distinguished bisexual who’s very proud of herself for landing people as awesome as both Newt and Tina.

Amelia Jameson; half-blood, (former) Horned Serpent, poly Jacob + Queenie ship. American witch who works in the Wand Registration Department and is Tina’s only friend at work, and winds up getting pulled into the whole crazy adventure because of it. Incredibly intelligent and good at reading people, but never became an Auror because she was too scared to put herself into danger. Has had a work crush on Queenie for years, but never thought anything would come of it until she got to spend more time with her and wound up also developing feelings for Jacob (which causes her a great deal of panic for something that winds up having a happy ending).

Sylvia “Sylvie” Miller; pureblood, (former) Wampus, Bunty ship. Tina’s Auror protégé once she gets reinstated in the second movie who gets assigned to shadow her in her hunt for Grindelwald. Doesn’t see what Tina sees in Newt at all but then becomes a total hypocrite by falling head over heels for Bunty the moment she sees her. Kind of closed-off and over everything all the time, but also a secret lesbian disaster. Incredible when it comes to defensive magic and shield charms.

RIDDLE ERA —

Ptolemus Lovegood; pureblood, Ravenclaw, Tom Riddle ship. Exists in an AU where Tom never becomes Voldemort. Luna’s ancestor who definitely lives up to the Lovegood name, very dreamy and a bit odd, but an incredible artist who creates amazing magical paintings and sculptures. A bit naïve because he mostly lives inside his own head, and gets made fun of a lot by other students. Tom originally gets into a relationship with him because he thinks he can manipulate Ptolemus into helping him in his schemes, but he winds up actually falling in love with him, and Ptolemus slowly helps him overcome his anger and the darkness inside him. Basically this guy is Luna about fifty years in the future, and a bit of a manic pixie dream boy, but we love him anyway.

Sera Malfoy; pureblood, Slytherin, Orion Black ship. Everything you would expect a Malfoy to be - cold, cruel, and arrogant - but never to be made the heir to anything because she’s a woman, which she loathes. Plenty of people at Hogwarts desire her for her beauty, but she never deems anyone good enough for her. Has an on-and-off affair with Orion while he’s already betrothed to Walburga, which is super toxic and messy since Sera is mainly using him to try and get him to drop Walburga so she can be head of the Black household and Orion just wants to have the victory of sleeping with the girl everyone at Hogwarts wants. They actually wind up developing a sort of twisted connection, but break their affair off once Orion and Walburga officially get engaged. Eventually killed by Walburga after she finds out that Sera and Orion slept together one more time after they were already married and Sirius and Regulus were kids. After he moves back into his childhood home, Sirius finds a letter his father wrote to Sera but never sent, and a wrought-iron rose with a snake wrapped around the stem that she gifted him.

MARAUDERS ERA —

Orla Byrne; half-blood, Hufflepuff, Mary Macdonald ship. Daughter of a single mother who doesn’t find out her father was a wizard until she gets her Hogwarts letter, so she knows basically nothing about the wizarding world. Bonds with Mary over being Scottish witches trying to figure out this new world together, which eventually leads to them becoming cute girlfriends. Super sassy for a Hufflepuff and prone to using a lot of curse words. Also becomes besties with Mary’s band of other Gryffindor girls, but also becomes pretty tight with the Marauders, which annoys Lily before she starts returning James’s feelings.

Evelyn “Evie” Prewitt; pureblood, Ravenclaw, Narcissa Black ship. Middle child of that era’s Prewitts - Molly’s older sister and younger than the twins. Almost sorted into Slytherin and definitely showcases it - very ambitious and wants to be a politician. Meets Narcissa after they get paired together for a Charms project and start something of a more-than-friends thing, but they break it off after they graduate and Narcissa marries Lucius even though they genuinely love each other. Evie becomes a high-ranking politician in the Ministry of Magic eventually and never marries anyone else, and they wind up reconnecting and getting back together after Harry defeats Voldemort and Narcissa divorces Lucius when he goes to prison.

Nina Grey; half-blood, Hufflepuff, poly James + Lily ship. Daughter of a pureblood mother and Muggleborn wizard father, has been in ballet classes since she was really little, wanted to be a prima ballerina before she got her Hogwarts letter. Still regularly uses the Room of Requirement as a dance studio to practice her dancing, which is how she meets James when the Marauders run into the Room trying to get away from Filch after pulling a prank. Meets Lily after she sees James and Nina talking and approaches her to tell her to stay away from him, and they become friends, only for James to realize that he’s falling for Nina as well as Lily. Nina has already developed feelings for James and gains them for Lily as well the longer they’re friends, and Lily winds up realizing that she loves Nina about the same time she starts to return James’s feelings, so it’s kind of a whole mess, but they do all end up together in the end. Nina’s a total sweetheart who loves tea and reading and always wears ballet flats - basically she’s very soft-girl core and I love her.

Zachary Alonso; Muggleborn, Gryffindor, Remus ship. Son of Mexican-American Muggles/No-Majs who moved to the UK shortly after his tenth birthday, so he gets his Hogwarts letter instead of going to Ilvermorny. A bit of an outcast in his own dorm room for his first few years at Hogwarts since the Marauders are so close, but becomes friends with them in fourth year after he helps them pull off a prank. Becomes a lynx Animagus with the rest of the crew and gains the nickname Sharptooth. Only gets together with Remus towards the end of seventh year, but they’re a very sweet couple. Kind of a stereotypical Gryffindor - never backs down from a challenge, always wants to protect people, and would do very nearly anything for the people he cares about.

Clarissa Yeng; half-blood, Slytherin, Marlene McKinnon ship. Daughter of a wealthy wizarding family who are just outside of the Scared Twenty-Eight and who have sort of fallen from grace after her father married a Muggleborn witch. Determined to restore her family’s reputation, so she acts like a prime pureblood Slytherin, cold and ruthless and proud. Develops something of a rivalry with Marlene over outdoing each other in the Gryffindor-Slytherin shared classes that eventually turns to secret makeout sessions and, later, genuine romance. Naturally brutally honest and not very expressive, but also really touch-starved and craves genuine love and genuinely tries to be a better person once she and Marlene get together.

GOLDEN TRIO ERA —

Mariela Gomez; Muggleborn, (former) Thunderbird, poly Sirius + Remus ship. Transplant from America who becomes the new Muggle Studies professor in the Trio’s third year and winds up becoming very close to Remus. Winds up following him to the Shrieking Shack to help free Sirius and is kind of hurt upon seeing them interacting and realizing that they’re still in love because she was sort of developing feelings for Remus, but keeps in touch with him after he leaves Hogwarts and helps Sirius while he’s hiding out in his cave, and realizes she has feelings for both of them. Joins the Order once it gets back together and has a whole proper confession with her two boys right before the Battle of Hogwarts, and they officially get together after (because of course Sirius and Remus live, what do you take me for?). Incredibly caring and would do anything to protect her students, but also has no tolerance for people who are assholes to her or anyone else about being a Muggleborn - she winds up taking a lot of points off of Slytherin and makes an enemy of Snape because of it.

Lunella “Luna” Warbeck; pureblood, Ravenclaw, Marcus Flint ship. Daughter of the famous witch singer Celestina Warbeck, and is the exact opposite of her mother, very quiet and withdrawn. A very talented singer, however, and writes her own songs which are all really lovely. Meets Flint because she likes to sit in the Quidditch stands to write and winds up accidentally sitting in on a whole Slytherin team practice before anyone notices her. Gets accused of spying for Ravenclaw, which of course she isn’t, but Flint still invites her to the next practice as a way to show off and stick it to Ravenclaw, and then keeps inviting her and interacting with her until they eventually develop feelings. She winds up making him a better person and stopping him from joining the new Death Eaters after Hogwarts, and they actually get to have a happy ending together.

Hecate Lovegood; pureblood, Gryffindor, Fred ship. Luna’s older sister, but instead of getting bullied, goes mostly ignored by Hogwarts’s population. Autistic and only semi-verbal, so she rarely talks, and has a talent for creating enchanted jewelry. Makes friends with the twins after she lies to help get them out of trouble for a prank and abruptly becomes kind of a popular by osmosis, with a bunch of people wanting to buy her jewelry. Stays at Hogwarts after the twins drop out, but when they open Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes they offer her a whole section to sell her jewelry. She and Fred officially get together after the Battle of Hogwarts (because he lives, of course). Very much like Luna in terms of personality, but also a bit more snarky than her when someone’s being a bellend.

Zain Ahmad; half-blood, Hufflepuff, Oliver Wood ship. Hufflepuff Quidditch captain who has been Quidditch rivals with Oliver since they both started playing. Possibly the grumpiest and most sarcastic person to ever get into Hufflepuff, but still an amazing captain who’s loved by all of their players. Has the classic rivals-to-lovers thing with Oliver, but retires from Quidditch after they graduate and takes a job at the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Kind of an asshole with a heart of gold, doesn’t really show they care but always goes out of their way to do quietly nice things for people and would die for those they care about.

Nova Brackley; Muggleborn, Slytherin, Draco ship. A total outcast in Slytherin by virtue of being Muggleborn, but doesn’t really give a shit and can very often be seen flipping off their housemates. Incredibly talented at healing magic and sort of becomes Madam Pomfrey’s apprentice starting third year, and first meets Draco when they’re healing up his broken rib from a Quidditch game. The two of them bicker a lot because Draco feels like he has to be mean to them to keep up his reputation and Nova is not willing to take any of his shit, but they actually wind up falling in love eventually. They break up briefly after Nova can’t stop Draco from following his family into the Death Eaters (some of Draco’s angst in the sixth movie also comes from missing them), but they reconnect after the Battle of Hogwarts and eventually get back together, and Nova becomes a Healer at St. Mungo’s. Nova is basically Rosa Diaz incarnate, stone-faced and tough and not giving a shit what people think of them, but they’re also pretty funny and sweet once you actually get to know them, and they’re incredibly loyal.

Godric Marshe; pureblood, Gryffindor, Cedric ship. Named after Godric Gryffindor, of course, but very definitely doesn’t live up to his name because he basically has Neville’s relationship with magic, except his never gets better. Kind of an outcast and gets bullied a lot, and when Cedric approaches him after he’s been crushing on him for years, Godric definitely thinks it’s either a cruel joke or just the Hogwarts golden boy taking pity on him and trying to do the right thing. Rejects Cedric’s attempts at friendship for the longest time, but eventually they genuinely become friends and boyfriends later. Very quiet and insecure due to his lack of magic, but an amazing writer who slowly comes out of his shell thanks to Cedric and eventually becomes a novelist.

Allegra Pennyworthy; pureblood, Slytherin, Neville ship. Daughter of the Sacred Twenty-Eight but supports Muggleborns and doesn’t give a shit about doing what her family wants, and is something of an outcast from Slytherin because of it. Offers to help Neville in Potions since it’s her best subject, and falls him love with him through that. Eventually becomes Hogwarts’s new Potions professor when Neville takes over Herbology. A total badass, fierce and protective and cunning and never afraid to speak her mind; Neville both adores her her and fears her a little bit, and he’s basically the only person she lets herself be soft around.

Penelope Barker; Muggleborn, Gryffindor, Cho ship. A she/they partner for Cho because she deserved better. Technically Muggleborn, but was adopted by a wizard couple when she was a baby so they’ve always been familiar with the wizarding world. Much more focused on playing Quidditch than on academics, but is still best friends with Hermione and generally relies on her tutoring to pass her classes. Falls in love with Cho pretty much the very first time they see her on the Quidditch pitch, and spends years pining over her until they get to talking at the Yule Ball (Cho went by herself instead of with Cedric), and follows her into Dumbledore’s Army the next year until eventually they kiss after a meeting. Becomes a professional Quidditch player after Hogwarts, on the same team Ginny leads. Incredibly sweet but also super awkward and clumsy off of the Quidditch pitch, regularly tripping over her tongue and her own feet. Becomes a godparent to Hermione and Ron’s kids.

Aaaaand that’s all, folks! Holy shit, this is a lot (😅). As I said, not all of these babies are gonna get official intro posts or anything like that, but you’re always free to ask me whatever you want about any of them!! <3

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stemms · 7 months

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I came up with a timetravel c!Prime AU, it's called Cyclical Repossession Through Times (or CRTT) and it's my main AU right now.

After the destruction of the lands of the Dream SMP in the previous timeline, it was restarted. This change wasn’t impactful to the majority of the server; they had no clue they ever existed before, and therefore didn’t hold any memories of their past lives. c!Tommy and c!Dream were the only ones who managed to keep their memories. To c!Dream it was a benediction, and to c!Tommy - a curse. While c!Dream remembered their time in exile, prison, post-prison break, and protégé au, c!Tommy only remembered the very beginning of the server (s0), L’Manberg, and Pogtopia. Even though the boy’s mind lost all the upsetting memories tied to the man, his body didn’t. The moment c!Tommy met c!Dream for the first time, he couldn’t help but flinch, his ears were ringing, hands shaking, and every inch of his body screamed at him to get away from the man and run as fast as he possibly can. But he couldn’t comprehend why he reacted this way, if he was facing no one else but his rival, mentor, and brother figure who’d certainly do no harm to him...

The plot revolves around two timelines, both of which took place after the finale of Dream SMP:

The past:

After the restart of the server, the eight-year-old c!Tommy lived in the woods by himself, until c!Wilbur found and took him in. But before the two had the chance to bond and fully warm up to each other, the boy was kidnapped by c!Dream, and taken to exile (to his real home, where he truly belonged). After all, he was a much better candidate for the role of an older brother than c!Wilbur would ever dream of becoming, c!Tommy just didn’t know it yet…

Because c!Dream still had his memories of exile, prison, post-prison break, and protégé au, he simply couldn’t keep himself from reclaiming what was truly his… especially now that he was the only one who remembered the boy.

Although c!Dream didn’t possess the revival book physically anymore, he knew it by heart, so there was no need in participating in any wars or choose c!Schlatt’s side later. Not to mention that he already had the key to L’Manberg in c!Tommy…

Even though c!Dream managed to get his hands on c!Tommy with very little effort and no one was aware of his plans, he had a strong paranoia of losing the boy to the hands of the server again. Similarly to c!Tommy’s kleptomania, which directly impacted his self-worth, c!Dream depended on owning the boy (although he absolutely hated the idea of it, and denied it until the end). So, if c!Dream was c!Tommy’s God, he was nobody without him by his side…

Upon moving to Logstedshire, c!Tommy built a tent to live in, and it stayed this way for a few weeks, until c!Dream’s paranoia worsened to the point where he decided that it wasn’t safe to keep the boy there anymore. So, he made c!Tommy build a little bunker below the tent, and compulsively checked if he still had the keys, and if c!Tommy was still in his room, every night before going to bed.

In the beginning of c!Tommy’s exile, c!Dream abused him the way he did in the past timeline; after all, he could never get enough of it… After having broken the boy’s spirit, he coerced him into seeing him as his big brother and parental figure.

Although c!Tommy was ripped out of c!Wilbur’s arms before they got a chance to become closer, he was very fond of the kid and found his sudden disappearance at night very suspicious. He was aware that he was powerless in this situation, so he established L’Manberg by himself, in hopes of creating a safe place for the boy to return to. Soon enough, more people joined L’Manberg, and it gave c!Wilbur a slight glimpse of hope that other people would join him in his mission of saving c!Tommy.

Eventually, c!Wilbur succeeded in his mission, and got the boy back to safety where he was able to finally heal, and learn what family really meant…

XD and Drista granted c!Dream the power of reset, however it had its limitations.

Even though c!Dream possessed divine powers and was able to achieve what simple humans could only dream to, he was still human, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise. His human body was simply far too weak for that power, so he could only use one power at a time, and couldn’t cross the boundary set by XD and Drista, otherwise his body would’ve simply exploded. And because he no longer had c!Punz, and c!Tommy wasn’t trained enough to revive him, he would’ve simply perished. It means that he could either revive c!Tommy twenty times, or reset the server once. Because the power of reset demanded was much stronger, it renewed every two years.

Because c!Dream actively killed and revived c!Tommy in order to fasten up his training, the moment things went downhill, he simply didn’t hold enough power to reset the server. c!Tommy was taken away from him, and he was utterly helpless in this situation, and unable to retrieve his little plaything.

After two years have passed, c!Dream finally reset the server, and decided to try to get c!Tommy to himself again.

2. The present:

After the reset, c!Dream desperately wanted to earn c!Tommy’s trust and make him follow him to Logstedshire at his own will, so he was one of the first people to meet the boy. To be sure to succeed at winning him over, he made a neon green bandana with a little smiley face on it resembling c!Tubbo’s bandana to gift it to c!Tommy before c!Tubbo. But he was too late and c!Tommy already received one from c!Tubbo, so it was all for nothing. It seemed that some events kept on occurring in each new timeline, no matter how hard he tried to prevent them from happening. It’s as though destiny itself tried to protect c!Tommy from him…

c!Dream was aware that c!Tommy didn’t remember anything of his past abuse, but he did notice how he tensed up and flinched every time he encountered something related to his traumatic past. Every time c!Tommy looked at the area of c!Ranboo’s visits, c!Dream couldn’t help but panic that the teen might retrieve a part of his memories, and if his friend showed up and tried to persuade him to leave Logstedshire, he’d be more convinced by his words and follow him.

c!Dream was so obsessed with the idea of matching with his boy in everything that he dyed his hair blond, so they really looked like brothers :) When c!Tommy saw the man with newly dyed hair, he experienced a strong feeling of déjà vu, but he couldn’t understand why… His reaction left him utterly perplexed, as he tensed up for seemingly no reason, yet also felt very relieved. Little did he know it was due to something he encountered in his past life… :)

At some point, c!Dream’s paranoia significantly worsened and the thought of putting an enchantment on c!Tommy again crossed his mind, but he decided against it. The idea of managing to keep the boy to himself with no enchantments and his effort alone seemed more satisfying and fun to him. If he managed to do it, it’d certainly mean every single part of the boy, his body and soul, belonged to him, wouldn’t it? :)

#my c!prime thoughts #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp au #crtt au #c!primeboys #primeboys (derogatory)#c!discduo #c!tommy #tommyinnit #c!dream #tw possessive behaviour #tw obsessive behaviour #tw abuse #tw kidnapping #tw codependency #tw stockholm syndrome #tw lima syndrome #tw torture

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atqh16 · 8 months

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For my Minato lives au

Minato wakes up with Kushina’s name on his lips and Sarutobi’s heart breaks for him. He’s seen his fair share of grief and tragedy. He’s fought in 3 different wars ever since he was a teenager. Life had rarely been painless for him and his people.

Still, it never makes it any easier.

Minato is not conscious enough to receive a reply and before Sarutobi can even get up from his seat, the man has already fallen back into a more peaceful slumber after several nights of restless, feverish, nightmares.

At least the worst has passed, he thinks as he leaves, hoping that whatever waited for his protégé when he awakes will be enough to root him to the earth. Right now, Konoha needed him more than ever.

When Minato finally breaks through his dreams the first thing he feels is surprise before he’s speared by a pain so deep and visceral that it’s a shock to him when he sees no wound on his chest where the agony was tearing him apart. Truthfully he knows why he’s feeling the way he is. His memory is not merciful enough to have blocked out the reality he’s being made to face but as he’s learned over the years, awareness doesn’t take away grief. Nothing can and that is another fact that has him choking on his own breath. Before the nurses can even be alerted of his waking, tears are already falling in unbidden streams that soak the pillow beneath him. Every part of him hurts but the pain is not enough to distract him from the horrible picture in his mind that replays like a haunting nightmare he can't seem to break through.

He can feel with unwavering clarity how it felt to have his hands sticky and wet, soaked with Kushina’s blood even as she smiled in his arms, dark blue eyes never leaving the sight of their son that he’d placed so delicately on her chest.

The nurses seem to understand without words because as soon as the doctor left after a short evaluation, a crib was wheeled into the room and suddenly Minato felt like he’s fallen back into a dream but one that’s managed to pierce the darkness and loosen the knot around his chest.

Naruto feels almost weightless when the nurse finally places him above his heart, so much so that Minato doesn’t think he’d believe his child was even there were it not for his own eyes assuring him of the truth.

“Naruto”, he whispers as the tiny life fusses and whimpers in the blue wrap he’s bundled in.

A part of him wants to sit up so he can fully feast his sight on his son. But even being awake for a bare few minutes has depleted his strength. Still even as his eyes fall to a close, his grip on Naruto doesn’t loosen.

“I love you. I’ll take care of you. I promise. Till my last breath”

““Lord Fourth, I must insist that this is not a conduct fit for a Hokage”

Minato doesn’t even look up from where he was reading through a report on his desk, his right hand twiddling a pen while his left pats the bottom of the wrap that was strapped over his shoulder and side just loose enough to comfortably nestle his 3-week-old son. Naruto’s annoyed grumbling tapered off back to sleep soothed by his father’s touch.

“Lord Fourth-“

“Inside voices Shimura-San. If you’d be so inclined”, Minato whispers back in his usual calm demeanor but no one in the room misses the sharp way the words are uttered.

Minato can almost hear Danzo gritting his teeth.

“Lord Fourth, I must insist that it is both unnecessary and unsuitable for a child to be guarded by the Hokage when we have perfectly competent caretakers to look after him while you work and anbu to protect him”

“I don’t think Naruto’s presence has caused any disturbance in my work ethic as of yet. Is my son’s presence bothering you Nara-San?”

Shikaku, who’d been standing idly by the filing cabinet, can barely hide the smirk threatening to lift the corner of his lips.

“Not at all, Lord Fourth. I say Naruto being here creates a much calmer atmosphere and helps you focus without being distracted by worry for his well-being should he be cared for by anyone else”

“Thank you Nara-San. And I trust that you will be honest and straightforward with me if Naruto’s presence does create a problem in your ability to commit to your work?”

“Of course Lord Fourth. I wouldn’t be so disrespectful as to be less than truthful to you”

“That’s settled then”, Minato says cheerfully but his tone falls with a firm finality in the air that brooks no argument. The very thing that had made Sarutobi choose him as his successor and also the very thing that was the bane of Danzo’s existence. Minato’s refusal to ever let anything pass his awareness without strict scrutiny.

Minato drops his eyes back onto the document lying so ‘invitingly’ on his desk and it's as clear as a dismissal as it can get.

Shikaku barely manages to catch the door in time before the older man can slam it shut behind him as he leaves the office.

Still, Naruto ever sensitive to even the smallest disturbance, begins to fuss in annoyance but he calms quickly when his father presses him just a tad tighter against his chest.

“I don’t think I need to warn you about getting on the man’s bad side”, Shikaku tries to scold in a grave voice but Minato knows his friend well enough to decipher the hint of mirth peeking behind his words.

“I’ve been on his bad side since day one. Why stop now? Besides, watching out for his schemes and machinations is your job isn’t it?”, Minato jokingly replies and his smile widens when his advisor gives him a mournful look.

“You put too much work on me. Can’t you leave me unbothered for once?”

Minato graces him with a cheeky smile, “I’m sure you’ll have more than enough time to spend at home afterward to pass on your wisdom and philosophy to your son. But until then, call Fugaku in will you?”

Shikaku gives him a playful salute as he leaves, careful to open and shut the door without so much as a squeak.

As soon as the door closes, Minato brushes his fingers through his hair before massaging his forehead and letting out a lethargic sigh.

“One at a time. One at a time”

@maelstrom-of-emotions thoughts?

#minato namikaze #naruto uzumaki #hiruzen sarutobi #danzo shimura #naruto #mine #ficlet #my writing

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godlizzza · 9 months

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stop me if this is too angsty but. in couple down the street vers. how would dan respond to herbs untimely (and unreversible) death? or vice versa if you think that's more interesting. (unreversible can mean that the reagent fails or the body is damaged beyond use or whatever else you can think of). if you don't wanna write something that sad, how would they manage in the long-term if one of them underwent a successful reanimation?

There had been a time when Herbert had never dreamed he would share a bed with someone. Sleep was already something he abhorred- such a damnable wasted of time that could be better spent elsewhere. The thought of being at his most vulnerable and having another person there for extended hours had made him want to gag.

But that was before Dan.

After fifteen years of marriage, he had grown accustomed to the reassuring weight of Dan's body dipping the mattress, his warmth seeping into Herbert while they peacefully slept in each other's arms.

Now, he felt the absence of it like a severed limb. Their bed seemed impossibly huge without Dan there beside him, the sheets a stiff glacial face without Dan there to warm them. Herbert always found himself waking to find his arm stretched out across the mattress, as though seeking out something that wasn't there. Every day was a numbing blow as he remembered and it crashed down on him all over again.

He had rarely slept in the two weeks since it had happened. It had been years since he'd used the re-agent as a stimulant, but without Dan's disapproving glare to convince him otherwise, it was easy to forgo climbing into his marital bed alone and letting vicious nightmares take him. Besides, he needed the nights to think.

The mornings were the hardest, not just because of waking up alone or going through the motions of getting ready for work when he had no desire to go, but because of the oppressive silence. Usually, Dan's voice would be in his ear, mumbling a sleepy, "Good morning," followed by a kiss. He'd be the one chatting away as he made coffee, cracking awful jokes to try and get Herbert to smile. He always did, much to his annoyance and Dan's delight.

But now Dan's voice was gone, and with it any chance of cheer at a new day. Herbert was left to sit at the cold marble counter alone, forcing himself to eat. He had no appetite but knew he would be useless if he collapsed from lack of energy. A few times he'd tried playing music from the radio but it was no better. Every song reminded him of Dan- a song he liked, a song he'd sing in the car or in the shower, a song he'd play in the operating room and bounce his eyebrows to as he cut into flesh. On one occasion the radio had had the audacity to play Islands in the Stream, causing Herbert to wordlessly cross the room and smash the radio against the hardwood floor.

The days were long. The nights longer. Their house felt like a prison, trapped with memories that threatened to drown Herbert in despair. Herbert had never realised until then his reason for living could be taken away from him. That every breath he drew was in service of being with Dan, and without him there it was a chore to remember.

Life was tedious and pointless, all the daily motions dragging at his feet. He often felt the desire to simply fall to the floor and never get up again. But he couldn't do that. If he did, then Dan would truly be lost to him forever.

It was some weeks after the incident when a knock came at the door, startling Herbert out of the mountain of notes he'd been scribbling. He stood gingerly, his knees and back cracking from being sat, stooped over, for so long. He stepped around the piles of papers he'd haphazardly stacked around the living room and made his way to the front door. He peered through the peephole and sighed when he saw who it was.

"Piper," was all he said when he opened the door on his young protégée.

Piper's huge eyes stared up at him from beneath her fringe of blonde hair. Her chin was bowed to her chest and her hands were clasped tightly in front of her. She looked like a child wearily preparing for a scolding.

"Hi, Dr. West," she said nervously. "Um, how are you?"

Herbert stared at her without blinking. "How do you think?"

Piper flinched though he'd put no venom into the words. "Um...terrible?"

"Correct," he answered and stepped aside. "Come in."

She did and he shut the door behind her. She glanced slowly around the house and Herbert could only imagine how it- and he- must have looked to her. Dan had always insisted on keeping the house clean, but Herbert hadn't been able to muster up the motivation on his own, especially when he was in the middle of something far more important. This disregard for appearances extended to himself as well. He hadn't shaved in weeks, causing his jaw to be speckled with growing stubble. His use of the re-agent as a means of not sleeping had left his skin with an odd, waxy pallor and deep shadows beneath his eyes. It had been days since he'd last showered or brushed his teeth, and he'd been practically living in Dan's old Red Sox jersey.

"What is all of this?" Piper asked, picking up one of the many papers lining the living room and kitchen.

Herbert watched her as she read. She seemed to grow taller every time Herbert saw her. It had been a few years since he'd taken her under his wing, nursing her mind to be capable of things girls her age couldn't even comprehend. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, tucked behind her ears and revealing two sparkling studs in her earlobes. Her body had been stretched taught, her wrists and ankles rail-thin with her latest growth spurt. The sparkly pink unicorn t-shirts and frilly skirts she once wore were replaced with a knitted sweater and denim shorts. She was growing, Herbert realised. Getting older. Soon she would be in middle school.

"Dr. West..."

Her voice was uncertain as she turned back around to face him, her eyebrows knitted with concern. She glanced from the paper in her hands and back up to him before swallowing. "This is- This sounds like a theory to-?"

"Come with me," Herbert told her, instantly starting down the hall. "I have something to show you."

It was a moment before he heard her tentative footsteps following him. When they reached the door leading down to the basement, he whirled on her.

"You haven't told your parents anything about what happened, have you?" he demanded.

"N-No," she stuttered, her shoulders locked up around her ears. "I haven't told anyone, just like you said."

Herbert released a breath, his hand paused on the doorknob. "Good. We can't let anyone know. That would...complicate things."

"But, Dr. West, why? I still don't understand why."

"In a moment you will," Herbert promised and opened the door.

He descended into the misty green glow of the lab, followed by Piper. Once inside, he stepped over to the operating table. He'd placed a billowing white sheet over it, covering the contents beneath. When he turned to face Piper again the girl's eyes were locked onto the lumpy shape under the sheet.

"Piper," he began. "I should apologise to you. The past few weeks have probably been quite confusing for you."

She looked at him with watery eyes, her mouth pressed into a thin, straight line to fight the wobbles in her lip. She had been with him when the re-animation had gone wrong. It was a blur in his mind still, only snatches of memory from that cursed night invading his dreams. But he perfectly remembered the lab in a complete mess, the cadaver's face crushed in by the shovel in his hand, and Dan. Dan lying in the middle of the floor, his body something out of a horror.

Herbert had sworn Piper to secrecy before sending her away, screaming at her to get out. She hadn't returned since, perhaps waiting for Herbert to reach out to her first or even assuming that her apprenticeship was over.

"I'm sorry," she whispered now. "It was all my fault. If Dr. Cain hadn't been trying to protect me, he wouldn't have-"

"Shh," Herbert hissed, and she clamped her mouth shut. "None of that matters now. What matters is me knowing if I can depend on your help."

"Of course," Piper rushed to say. "But with what?"

"With this," Herbert said and pulled the sheet to flutter to the floor.

Piper sucked in a horrified gasp. On the cold slab lay Dan's remains. Herbert had done his best to repair what damage he could; he'd sewn up the gashes along his chest and stomach, he'd reattached Dan's jaw and stitched the skin along his throat back together, and cleaned all the blood (some his own, some not) that had been sprayed across him. There was little he could do about the arm and leg that had been ripped off. The limbs had been destroyed in the struggle, so Herbert had had to settle on pinching off the exposed arteries and veins, leaving the bone protruding from his shoulder and the stump of his thigh on display.

From the neck down, he was a mangled mess, but if Herbert concentrated on his face, he could imagine he was just asleep. That's all it really was anyway, Herbert thought as he stroked Dan's cheek. A long sleep. A coma. One he would wake up from with a little help.

"I- What is-?" Piper fumbled to say, seemingly unable to rip her eyes away from Dan.

Herbert placed two soft kisses over Dan's closed eyelids before straightening up. He ran his thumb along the inside of his fingers, brushing where his and Dan's wedding rings were stacked above his knuckle.

"We're going to bring him back," Herbert told Piper.

Her eyes finally bounced to him, wide and wild. "But that's impossible. His body's too damaged. Besides, he's been dead for too long."

Herbert didn't wince at the word dead. He had long ago learnt that death was not the end, merely a state of being. One that was difficult to come back from, but not impossible.

"I applied a balm to him. It's something Dan tinkered with for quite some time but the end product is remarkable. It'll keep his body from decaying and give us time to find him the parts he needs."

"But Dr. West," Piper stammered. "We've never done anything like this before. I mean, building a new body?"

"Dan and I did it once, half a lifetime ago," Herbert said, his mind flashing back to that house they'd shared in Arkham and the bride they'd built there. He closed his eyes and shook away the memory of her cracked and crying voice melting along with the rest of her. He blinked and focused on Dan's serene face. "With all the knowledge we've gained since then, it'll be simple."

"But his injuries," Piper tried to argue. "His heart was torn."

"And can be easily replaced," Herbert snapped. "Along with the rest. It's his brain that's important. He faced minimal head trauma. A fractured skull but no damage to the brain. He'll be able to be brought back."

When Piper spoke again it was so softly, Herbert nearly didn't hear her. She was looking at the floor, away from Dan's remains, when she said, "But is that what Dr. Cain would want?"

Anger coursed through Herbert's veins, sudden and hot. He slammed his hand down on the operating table, his palm landing beside Dan's grazed ankle with a mighty slap. Piper jumped, shying away from the furious look Herbert turned on her.

"Don't you tell me what he would want!" he yelled, his voice cracking and straining after weeks of silence. "I know him more than you could ever hope to. Everything in this world, we've experienced together. He was mine. You hear me? Mine and no one else's. So don't you dare tell me what he would want." His breath rasped out of him as Piper hid her face in her hands. "What he wants," he corrected.

He blinked and shook his head against the black spots dotting his vision. He'd been awake nearly fifty-two hours and his mind was beginning to slip. He had to grip the edge of the table for a minute, the cold metal biting into his fingertips, before the world swam back into focus and he straightened himself up. He turned once more to Piper, who was watching him from between her fingers.

"Piper," he tried again. "You know, Dan never wanted to take you on. He thought bringing a child into our work was a terrible idea. But he did it anyway, because he had faith in me and I had that same faith in you." He pursed his lips as he considered her. "Are you going to tell me now that that faith was misplaced?"

"No!" Piper cried out, letting go of her face to clamber forward and throw her arms around Herbert. She buried her face in his shoulder, squeezing him tight with her skinny arms. "I'm sorry, Dr. West. You can count on me."

Herbert smiled down at her and patted the top of her head soothingly. She had a brilliant mind for her age, but she was also crushingly predictable. She could hold the secrets of life and death in her hands, but she would also always be a little girl, seeking approval and praise from him.

"I hope so," he said. "I need you, Piper. Dan needs you. He needs both of us."

She tipped her head up to sniffle at him, her eyes red and puffy with tears. "I wanna help."

"Good," Herbert said softly.

Piper released him and stepped back, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. "But how? Where are we gonna find new parts for him?"

"Where do you think?"

He swept away from her, approaching the double-door steel freezer shoved against the far wall. He opened one door and reached inside the waft of cool air that hit him until he found what he was looking for and extracted it. He turned, the metal bowl filled with ice cupped neatly in his hands, and showed Piper his prize. She didn't gasp this time as she looked upon the perfectly preserved foot, sawed off at the ankle.

"A foot," she said simply, staring as Herbert slipped on a pair of gloves and placed the foot on the operating table, next to Dan's other foot.

"Yes," Herbert agreed. "A size eleven. It belonged to a thirty-nine-year-old male. A near-perfect fit."

"You got it from the hospital?" Piper inquired, squatting down to blink at the pale soles.

"I did," Herbert said. "The man was brought in with a compound fracture to the tibia he suffered during a multiple-collision car accident. He had nerve damage all along his Achilles tendon and unfortunately, we had to amputate."

Piper frowned as she inspected the amputation site. "Really? The Achilles looks fine to me."

"That's because it is," Herbert told her sharply. "But he doesn't know that. As far as his chart is concerned, the foot was unsalvageable."

It took a moment for his meaning to sink in and her mouth fell open. "You mean you...You stole it?"

He stared at her coolly. He didn't look away, didn't falter. He let her stare into his eyes and see the resolution there. Only when he didn't immediately jump to defend himself did Piper close her mouth.

"Think of it as an organ donation." Herbert said. "Besides, it's not so bad. The amputation was below the knee. With a good prosthetic, he'll walk again." He folded his hands behind his back and rotated so he was looking down at Dan, now with one piece closer to being whole again. "I couldn't take the rest of his leg. He was too short. I won't have Dan coming back as some malformed thing. It has to be perfect. You need to understand, Piper, that this isn't some foolish game. This is the most important thing you or I will ever do."

She stepped up to his side and he glanced down at her. Her gaze was fixed on the foot, exactly the same length as Dan's.

"You'll have to do things you may not want to do," he said, making his voice softer now. "Do you understand?"

She nodded mutely and reached out to grasp his hand. He gripped her hand in return.

"To help Dr. Cain," she said in an odd tone, and Herbert nodded.

"That's right. We have to do everything in our power to help him, then everything can go back to the way it was before."

"Right," Piper said shakily, rapidly blinking her lashes.

"And we'll have to work quickly as well. I wrote into the hospital on Dan's computer, telling them he's suffered a death in the family. They've put him on compassionate leave, but that'll only last so long. It's only a matter of time before someone realises he's gone, and then suspicion will automatically fall on me." He glanced down at their matching wedding rings on his finger and sighed. "It's always the husband."

"Don't worry, Dr. West," Piper said, staring up at him with an expression of determination fixed on her face. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. And we'll fix Dr. Cain."

Herbert smiled for the first time in weeks. It wasn't the same smile that Dan would draw out of him but it was a smile, nonetheless.

"Yes, we will," he said.

He looked at Dan, his husband, his partner in life and death, and felt his resolve steel. Their time on this Earth wasn't over yet. 'Til death do we part, they had said to each other fifteen years ago, but Herbert supposed he had lied. He wasn't going to let an insignificant thing like death come between them.

"I know it."

#this got real long phew #i did enjoy a foray into angst #basically i think if dan died herbert would go full mr freeze/hawk moth and preserve his body in his evil lair #i almost wrote this from dans pov with herbert being the one who died #both would be intense tbh #also this is NOT tcdts canon just to be clear haha #dan is fine #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #piper skrelpton #the couple down the street #my fics #asks #writing prompt #ANGST.

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haitaniapologist · 2 years

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I LOVE THAT SHE'S GOT DAD ISSUES. ( chapter four. )

pairings — bonten!sanzu haruchiyo x assassin!female!reader

word count — 3.1k

chapter song — d*ddy issues, the neighborhood.

warnings — mentions of addiction to unspecified drugs and alcoholism, really bad parents, a bad childhood, mentions of death of minor characters, lies(?).

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you couldn't believe it.

you couldn't believe that takeomi was in front of you, bones and flesh and scar, that the same comforting presence of your childhood was alive — despite what you've thought of. you weren't even ashamed of the tears streaming down your face. it had been twenty years since you last saw him, and he still looked the same: black hair — but now with white stripes on it —, green eyes and scar on his right eye.

“y/n?” takeomi whispered dumbfounded, sachi resting on his arms with a puzzled look adorning her face and her small hands around his neck. you just nodded, arms quickly finding their place on takeomi's waist and head on his chest, just like you did when you were a child. you felt his hand on your hair, and you smiled, noticing that he still had the same comforting smell of your childhood.

you tried your best to control your sobs to not startle sachi, but your whole body trembled. takeomi was more than your best friend's brother — he was more of a father to you than your own was, and his words of “wisdom” always guided you when you needed a comfort that no one could give you.

“t-takeomi, hi…” you managed to say through tears, and the smile the older man had on his face said everything you needed to know — how happy he was to see you again.

you abruptly left your childhood friend's lives, but it wasn't your decision, far from it. it had been your father's fault, of course. he was in debt with a drug dealer, protégée of a powerful gang in the tokyo region, making you and your mother — and him too, unfortunately — to move in the countryside for a while. you had cried and begged for them to let you stay with your friends, after all, you were almost moving in on the akashi household — spending more time in their house than inside your own — but on a hot summer night, they took you and your happiness away to a small city.

takeomi opened his mouth to say something but, before he could do that, you were yanked from his arms and was met with the sight of sanzu's dress shirt, your eyes widened and a bit confused.

“takeomi.” haruchiyo greeted his brother, his hold on your shoulders more tight than he was intended to — but your words that day and the sight of you being cozy between the older man's arms made him see red. you were his wife.

he tried to warn his brother with his eyes about not saying anything that could reveal his true identity to you. haruchiyo wasn't ready yet, and he didn't know if he would ever be. he wasn't ready to see you rejecting him — because he wasn't the sweet boy of your memories. he had changed, a lot, since the last time you saw him, and it wasn't just his scars. he knew you wouldn't be able to love him, or even develop any romantic feelings for him now.

but he was happy to play pretend for a while. pretend that you were sachi's mother, his wife, and someone that had fallen in love with him and decided to stick at his side, just like the story mikey made up for the mission. it was his dream life, and even though he was living it as a lie, he was happy.

more happy than he had ever been before.

“are you okay, y/n?” sanzu’s voice broke you from your confused state, but you didn't have anything in yourself to get away from his hold. it was overwhelming to see someone from your past again, and having sanzu, someone that you met yesterday at your side, was a good rock to keep your thoughts in place. “did he hurt you?”

takeomi sneered, hands securely around sachi's back, who was looking puzzled between her parents and uncle.

“of course not, sanzu.” the scarred man replied for you, meeting his brother's scowl. you looked like a puppy between haruchiyo's arms, and takeomi wondered if you knew the truth.

“then why my wife was crying, takeomi?” haruchiyo put emphasis in the wife word, looking down at you clutching his shirt once more. it was hard to play dumb and not know why you were so emotional seeing his brother again, but haruchiyo knew you were only comfortable around him because you thought he was a complete stranger — and hoped his brother would maintain that facade for the sake of your happiness.

but the look of pure shook on takeomi's face was worth all the ugly feelings the younger akashi was feeling.

—

you tucked sachi comfortably in her car seat, putting her small bangs on a hair pin to take the hair strands out of her face, so she could sleep peacefully, trying to avoid the uncomfortable aura of the car. you didn't know what haru’s and takeomi’s relationship truly was, but they were co-workers in bonten — takeomi proudly told you that he was bonten's advisor, which warned a sneer from sanzu because he was still under him — and apparently weren't on good terms.

fastening the belt around your form, you watched your husband start the car.

“so, y/n.” takeomi's voice took your attention from sanzu, and you met his green eyes through the car mirror. “care to explain what happened in those twenty years? everyone was heartbroken when we saw that your house was on sale.”

you took a deep breath. it wasn't easy to explain your past, but it was takeomi — he needed to know why you suddenly disappeared from shibuya. “you remember my dad was addicted to drugs and alcohol, right?” he nodded, and you started to play with the hem of your shirt, one hand fondly stroking sachi's — who was peacefully sleeping after a whole day in the park — white hair. “he was in debt with a powerful and dangerous gang.” the black dragons were what you always thought a gang to be — with kind guys and people with hearts in their ranks, not assholes and assassins.

“oh.” it was what takeomi answered, and you explained to him how you thought your life would change for the better, but two weeks after you and your parents arrived in the countryside, the gang's men found you three and killed your mother and father in front of you. the boss took you as his apprentice, after seeing the anger and hatred shining in your eyes, and put you under the red queen’s wing — the most competent assassin of his gang — until she died, and you took over her role. you finished your explanation at the same time sanzu parked his car in his penthouse, and you noticed that he didn’t utter a single word when you explained your past — but seemed oddly curious about it.

you were worried. what if he thought you weren't worthy of being around sachi? or a good influence? what if he would tell mikey to forget about the mission and throw you in the dirt and leave you with nothing?

but your worries melted away as soon as you two were inside sachi's room, with takeomi smoking on the balcony, and he pulled you into a hug while you watched the little girl sleeping. you inhaled his scent, while his hands brought you close to his chest. “i'm sorry about what happened to you.” sanzu whispered in your hair while you wetted his dress shirt with your silent tears. “when i find your old boss, i'll make sure he pays for everything he made you go through.”

a nod was all what you could give him, quite dumbfounded with his reaction. it wasn't something a stranger would feel about another stranger, but maybe you two weren’t strangers anymore. maybe he cared for you because of sachi, and you were glad about it. “you're safe now, y/n. i told you, didn't i? i'll not let anything happen to you.”

it was good to know someone was willing to do that for you — that you didn't need to sleep on edge anymore, afraid that an enemy would discover where you were and kill you.

you sighed, face still wet but no new tears on your eyes. you brought sanzu's face closer to yours, and his eyes widened and his cheeks grew hot at the feeling of your lips on his left scar. “the feeling is mutual, haru. i'll protect you, too.”

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“took you two long enough.” takeomi jiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes, while sanzu searched for a restaurant to order dinner that would be agreed by three different persons.

“we were watching sachi.” was what you answered. yes, takeomi was like a father to you, but there were some things nobody told their father about — and you didn't want to tell anyone about such a tender moment you had with your fake husband. it felt as if it was something only for you two to know, like a secret whispered in the dead hours of the night.

you took a seat besides takeomi on sanzu's expensive couch, your mind spiralling with thoughts. you need to know how everyone was, even if it could potentially break your heart. “how's… how's senju?” you said after a few moments of silence, and you didn't know if you were ready to know. you hoped she had a good life, different from that of the one you had — you hoped she had a great childhood, and that now she was pursuing her dreams and being happy. but the look on takeomi's face shattered all your hopes.

“she died.” it was all that he could answer, and you knew he probably blamed himself for what happened.

“and… what about haruchi—”

“dead, too.” he didn't even let you finish, asking about your best friend and first and only love, and a knot formed itself inside your throat. you couldn't believe it — haruchiyo was so sweet and warm, you were sure he would have a good life ahead of him. and even though the thought of him marrying another person and forming a family with someone that wasn't you broke your heart, knowing that he wasn't even in the living world, so you could see him again, shattered it even more.

you felt as if someone carved your chest open and took your heart from your still living body, knowing that your childhood friends — people who deserved to live full of happiness — were six feet buried in the ground.

“i'm sorry.” he squeezed you tight and you smiled at him, understanding each other's pain — but you didn't have tears to cry, not anymore.

sanzu squinted his eyes at the sight of takeomi being cozy with you again, and you blushed under his gaze. even though he asked you why you knew bonten's advisor, and you told him you knew takeomi since your childhood, he seemed to be jealous whenever takeomi approached you. “i'll order pizza.” he announced, his voice dry of any emotion and you nodded, getting up to get the table ready.

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you woke up tangled in your husband's arms and, unlike last night, he definitely was cuddling you. haru's face was hidden in the crook of your neck and his hands resting in your belly, while your arms were over his and your legs intertwined with his, back pressed against his sturdy chest.

it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. sanzu was surprisingly warm, and his arms made you feel safe. you tried to get even closer to him, trying to remember what happened last night.

you remembered eating pizza and drinking wine with sanzu and takeomi, crying with the older man because of his siblings, and then passing out in your husband's lap. to know he was the one who carried you to bed and changed you — you were wearing your underwear with only a shirt of his covering your body — made your cheeks burn. you felt like a schoolgirl, but the thought of sanzu only seeing you in a lacy bra and panties made your heart race.

the door opening took you out of your thoughts, and you promptly opened your arms so sachi could snuggle on them.

“you're so warm, mama.” you smiled down at her, your fingers entangling themselves in her white tresses, her face pressed to your chest.

you two stayed like that for a few minutes, sanzu on your neck and sachi on your chest, and you couldn't help but notice how alike they were. both of them seemed to love sleeping with their bodies hugging you, and they seemed so peaceful sleeping.

“mama.”

“yes, my baby?” you answered her call, voice quiet to not disturb your husband's sleep.

“i don't like to see you cry, so i'll protect you too. no meanie guy will hurt you when me and papa are here.” your eyes widened at her words — was she still awake when you and sanzu were in her room?

but you smiled, trying to feign normalcy. “and how are you going to do that, baby?”

“mama and papa will train me, of course!” she answered excitedly, returning to her sleeping position, and you sighed. it would be better if you trained her, rather than her father.

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takeomi was sleeping on the sofa when you and sachi left the bed after a few hours, and you started to make breakfast for four. the humor during breakfast was better than during dinner, and sachi's giggles filled the dining room. she and takeomi had a special relationship, and whenever he picked her up and tossed her around, all you could see was younger him doing the same to you, senju and haruchiyo.

it brought a sad smile to your face, and it seemed like your husband was suffering, too — and you didn't know why, but you wished you could help him somehow.

takeomi helped your little family to pack their belongings so you three could move into a suburban house by monday's morning. sanzu wasn't happy with the help of takeomi, but you were glad to have another hand — both father and daughter had a lot of things they wanted to pack to bring to the new house, and if you were alone with them, you were sure you would have gone crazy.

you did lunch for everyone, and the talk was about sachi's school.

“it's one of the most prestigious schools in the country.” takeomi started, mouth full of the salmon you did. it seemed like your husband was jealous, and you tried not to giggle seeing the look on his face.

haru nodded. “and my daughter is going to attend it.” he proudly said, and sachi basked on her father's words. you noticed that she loved being praised and showered in love, and you tried to always make sure she knew how much you already loved her.

“i'm mama's daughter too!” she complained and you smiled, taking a napkin to clean her sauce dirtied mouth.

sanzu only nodded, but you could see the ghost of a smile dancing on his lips.

“you'll need to take care there, sachi. i heard the bullies always pick on small and cute girls.” takeomi teased and she squealed, face red and eyes widened. both you and sanzu gave him a dirty look — you didn’t want sachi to fear school before she even attended it, knowing that some kids had difficult times when changing schools.

“mama, another reason you need to train me!” she exclaimed, and you see sheer betrayal, and confusion too, in your husband's green eyes.

“why not me?”

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by the end of the afternoon, everyone had their belongings packed, and you found yourself with sachi in the living room, both of your hairs in a bun and you two wearing matching sports outfits. your husband and takeomi were chatting outside, and you tried to show her how to punch and kick if some bully tried to make fun of her.

“exactly like that, baby!” you praised her when she delivered a good punch. “but remember that violence should always be your last option.”

sachi tilted her head to the side, confused as to why you were saying that.

“if you want to be a mature and big girl, you should smile first and show them you don't care.” you advised, holding her small hands on your bigger ones. “but if they still bother you after you showed how mature you are, you should use the punch mama taught you.”

she nodded excitedly and you kissed her forehead, while the two bonten's members entered the apartment again. sachi ran to her father, showing him what she learned to keep the bullies away, and haru encouraged her — saying that she should use the punch whenever someone bothered her. and, if someone tried to bully her after all that, she should tell him so he would take matters into his own hands.

but before you could scold him, takeomi spoke up. “sachi looks so much like senju, doesn't she?” takeomi smiled at your side and you nodded. you could easily see your best friend in sanzu's daughter, and maybe that's why you grew so attached to her in so little time.

however, takeomi's words brought a thought to your head. was senju… was senju sachi's mother?

it would make sense.

sachi and senju looked alike both physically and in personality, and since sanzu wasn't related to the akashis — as far as you knew — it could be the only explanation. it made you sick and wanting to cry, to know that you were stealing your best friend's life from her, and it made sense as to why sanzu was so reluctant to have you in his family when you met him.

but you tried to act as if nothing happened, and you only smiled at takeomi. “well, i guess everyone deserves dinner now!”

the quiver in your voice didn't go unnoticed by haruchiyo, and he wondered what takeomi told you to make you so shaken up. he noticed that during dinner you were too quiet and focusing too much on sachi, and you stayed more minutes than normal tucking her in bed.

but what made him even more worried was the fact that when he tried to cuddle you in bed, you tried to not touch him too much, and your body felt foreign and uncomfortable between his arms.

why he felt you were slipping away from his fingers when he finally caught hold of you once again?

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jocelynships · 1 year

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Knuckles tv show? Cool! Is there anything you want to see happen (on the show, or just with him in live action canon?)

Yeah!! It’ll be a spin off of the Sonic movies, and the plot is this:

"Knuckles on a hilarious and action-packed journey of self-discovery as he agrees to train Wade as his protégé and teach him the ways of the Echidna warrior."

Now I’m honestly excited for whatever!! I adore the Sonic movies so much, and Sonic 2 is probably in my top 5 favorite movies ever (but again, I’m highly bias since I’ve loved Sonic my whole life) and it was everything my 10 year old self dreamed of and more!

But, and while this is incredibly wishful thinking, but who knows? Jeff Fowler DID say they plan on adding more characters from the games if they are able to keep making more movies and shows, and I would LOVE to see Rouge and/or Vector, Espio and Charmy show up! I’m not expecting it, but I would be so happy if they did! Hell, the Chaotix are technically canon to the movie verse. Vector and Espio showed up in the background of the prequel comic!

But also I’m just excited to see more of this version of Knuckles, and more of Wade!

But I think unless they really bomb it, I’ll love it. The two Sonic movies we’ve had so far I adore, and I think the people who are making all this know the source material well and are making it with a lot of love. Even if there are some changes to the overall story of Sonic and friends, it’s been done well! I’m just excited to see where this goes and I hope this universe continues to grow and more and more characters from the games show up (and I’m manifesting a Sonic Heroes movie. It probably won’t ever happen but could you IMAGINE?).

I also just wanna see what everyone would look like, because they made Sonic, Tails and Knuckles so fucking adorable. It’s one of the few times I actually approve of a live action adaptation of a previously animated source lol.

Anyways, I rambled a bit there, but you got me talking about Sonic lmao. I will go off about how much I love that funky little hedgehog and his friends every chance I get! 💙💙💙

#asks #silverhardt #thanks for letting me ramble about how excited I am for this btw!!!!

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absolutely!! im a die hard vil stan who likes to break his character down so i can definitely see why people dislike him, but sometimes i get the impression that people who dislike him, dislike him for the wrong reasons. people tend to harp on vil for his strictness, but i don't often see people criticize riddle for the same thing when it's arguably one of the focal points of riddle's character and his ob. while vil's control over epel did create some discrepancies during the vdc, he learned to ease off epel and be more open towards epel's achievements. so yes, there was fault in vil's actions and epel's anger is very much justifiable, but i don't think it should be viewed just through the lens of the initial problem when both characters realize things later on and the characters morality in this game are often more complex. not to mention, people tend to overlook the fact that epel eventually becomes determined to follow in vil's form of strength and charisma as his protégé, so it's not like he's continously being used by vil as a conduit to live through. also, people tend to sympathize with leona more over vil when their core struggles have many similarities (never being able to just be no. 1 no matter what they do. leona and vil are constantly being overshadowed by others because of something utterly and completely out of their control; leona is a higher ranking member in society compared to vil too, so it wouldn't be hard to understand that vil wants to just win when they understand leona so badly wants to be king) and it just saddens me to see how much they overlook vil for the same thing they love others for because vil is such a beautiful, tragic, and inspiring character.?? for a gacha game, i learned quite a lot about resilience and effort from him; it even gave me an incentive to monitor my health better. like i can relate to the notion of just-- no matter how hard you work, no matter how talented you are, no matter how objectively better you are in every single way, it will never be a guarantee for your dreams in a world that so easily squanders it AND ITS MAKES ME INSANE!!!! I WANT TO BE HIM, I AM HIM, I WANT HIM, I WANT HIM TO EXPLODE, VIL MAKES ME MENTALLY ILL!!!!! like yea you're deranged about him and i am too and i am so glad because vil fans who are balls 2 tha walls about him are lowk hard to find

- same anon raving about vil from before

yessss this is so so true i am shaking ur hand so much rn...epel and vil's relationship develops in a really fun way the moment where epel like, Gets what vil is trying to tell him in book 5 after vil promotes the apple juice is one of my favorites in the whole game! and epel trying to be more like vil and trying to get him to tell him more about himself in book 6 is soooooooo! their relationship is so good. vil really genuinely wants epel to succeed, theyre just not good at communicating with each other at first and people tend to take that as the end all be all of their relationship

but honestly bold of you to assume that people understand leona LMAO i have seen. some takes. i would honestly say more people sympathize with vil over leona but ive already hit my quota on discussing fandom racism for the month so that will have to be a post for another time ANYWAYS him and vil really are similar...that's why theyre so divorced lol recognition of the self through the other (derogatory). but theyre also really good leaders in their own right, like now that i'm reading portfest for the first time im really impressed at how leona handled jack's situation! (rook was like "i can see im not getting through to you maybe you should talk to someone you respect" and i was like omg is it gonna be leona. and then it cut to the greenhouse and i was like YESSSSS YESSSSSSSSSS!!!! ruggie and jack imagining leona's reactions to their concert was also super cute. i love the savanaclaw guys' relationships sm lmao) akjsddfhlaksdhfh riddle and vil are also super similar true, i think people just excuse riddle more since we've had more time to see him develop and his overblot was less extreme than. everyone elses lmao

in conclusion ive GOTTA put this guy through the pasta machine

#asks #SORRY THIS WAS LONG AGAIN. I HAVE MANY THINGS TO SAY #vil stans unite #twst #vil schoenheit

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simslegacy5083 · 10 months

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 22: Getting Out There

Chance and Peachy left their renovated homestead to enjoy a night out as single men about town, looking to make connections and memories.

The elder of the pair had signed up for mix & mingle a while ago but been afraid to make a match. When Peachy announced his own plans to perform at an open mic night Chance took the opportunity to setup his first date at the same venue so his young roommate could serve as wingman.

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Peachy’s stand-up was comfortable and successful, but Chance’s date was anything but.

She had seemed lovely on paper, but in person Cristal’s intense energy was way too much for the immortal elder still anxious about putting his heart back out there. He tried to keep a polite distance from his eager young date as he shot Peachy covert “Get Me Out of Here” looks.

Fortunately, his distant heir’s high social skill picked up on his need and delivered. Peachy’s “unbearable stomachache” brought the show and the date Chance wasn’t quite ready for to an abrupt end, and the two men got the heck out of there, leaving a confused and suspicious Cristal behind.

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For himself, Peachy was still quite happy being single. There was at least one old friend who seemed to be trying to change his opinion, however.

Kassandra’s invite to the realm for a duel was nothing unusual, but her flirtatious banter after the match was completely unexpected. Flustered, Peachy made a hasty excuse to leave and exited the dueling grounds so fast he lost control of his broom!

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Picking himself up off the ground after a very rough landing peachy took a moment to reflect on his panic.

He usually knew exactly what to do in social situations but not when it came to romance. According to his dad there was nothing better than being in love with that “special someone” and he and mom were certainly happy, but Peachy had never felt or wanted that sort of connection.

He wasn’t in any hurry to be in a relationship, but he hated feeling so unsure of what he truly did want from love someday. Texting an apology to his friend for rushing off he headed home. Although he stayed up a bit looking around online, he didn’t find any answers that night, just better questions.

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Peachy felt on much firmer footing when it came to his new friendship with Jack.

Whether they were discussing a case they were working on or enjoying some downtime over a game of chess Peachy appreciated having a friend on the force and felt like the senior detective’s guidance was really helping him get a handle on his new job.

The duo even discovered they were neighbors! Jack also lived in Brindleton, just across the bay in Cavalier Cove.

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After work Jack invited his protégé out to their local bar as a thank you for all his hard work and help since he’d come onboard.

Peachy had Jack laughing right away – it was almost too easy to make him smile.

Over their drinks talk turned to more personal matters. Peachy was interested to hear that the older Sim was also happily single and pretty much always had been. Most of the adult sims Peachy knew were or had been in serious committed relationships, but Jack seemed perfectly successful and content all on his own. If it worked for his friend and mentor, then maybe it would work for Peachy also.

Some semi-competitive pub games ended the evening on a high note. Both Sims agreed they’d have to get together outside of the office again soon!

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The next morning Peachy rose from his bed with a smile on his face; confident once more in his current relationship status.

What he couldn’t possibly know was that across the Bay Jack was also waking up but in a much less settled frame of mind. He’d experienced an intensely flirty dream the night before… starring Peachy!

#sims4 #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 lets play #sims 4 nsb #sims 4 not so berry

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creoterative · 2 years

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Let’s play a Game then

I’m FREEEEEEEEE

*cough*, yeah, I’m done with school, so I can write whatever the fuck i want now, hehe

aaaanyyywayyyy, I’m still working on The Lambda Core, but first I wanted to finish this Oneshot of the Walking Dead Game. Have been playing it since weeks now , it’s one of the best games I ever played and I wanted to express some love for Marlon and Clementine, they are both ma personal legends now (and Louis. and Lee. and Kenny. and-)

alright, I’ll post a short part of the complete Oneshot here, the rest is on AO3, I’ll drop the link here, would make me really happy if you would come to visit there! ;)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40118184

When he thought about it, he had rarely ever really dreamt anything. Most of the time, his sleep was accompanied by complete darkness, which he thought was simply due to the exhaustion with which he went to bed every night. His mind could no longer expend the energy to think up any fancy stories. This time, however, he found himself in a pond, which seemed strange to him.

Marlon felt the clear, cold water brush around his legs, reaching up to his knees. Every now and then he saw a few water plants being pressed against his boots by the light waves, only to disappear again immediately afterwards. Did fish live in this pond? It looked strangely familiar to him, perhaps this pond existed outside the safe zone? He had had to steadily reduce the size of the safe zone in recent years, so he could no longer remember everything that was in the former areas. Slowly, he turned around a little as he raised his head and scouted the surroundings. The water was cold, but it did not seem to get his trousers and shoes wet. Since it was a dream, however, that didn't bother him; he wasn't sure if he was really in full control in this dream anyway. Most of the time when he went into the land of dreams, it was relatively unspectacular, his head couldn't bring itself to think up any wild stories. And he didn't want to, because that way he couldn't have nightmares. Simple darkness was his favourite.

Even if this forest did give him a warm feeling in his chest. He felt light, relaxed, one could almost say carefree. The large deciduous trees let through a few long rays of sunlight, which made the water of the pond glisten and ensured that the forest floor was embellished by a play of lights. The musty smell of wood and moss was familiar, he almost didn't notice it anymore, even if it seemed more intense here than in the real world. Somewhere in the distance he could also hear a few birds chirping. A peaceful scene that he could rarely enjoy in his everyday life. The forest in which Marlon and the rest of his protégés lived was in itself a quiet and protected place where one could let one's soul dangle. If there wasn't a horde of walkers roaming between the trees. But the children were coping quite well with that by now. Nobody went out alone, and no, when Marlon went out with Rosie, he was by no means alone. That dog was family to him, she would break any walker's jaw for him and it was the same the other way around.

Marlon missed the times he had stolen away with Louis to look for dens in the forest or build huts out of branches. The last time had been long ago and the knowledge that it would never be like this again pricked his chest. Still, he felt safe here, this place seemed to radiate a comforting warmth that he liked.

He began to move out of the water and sat down on the shore. Still his clothes were completely dry, so he was glad. Wet clothes were never nice. Bending one leg slightly and resting his hands on the soft grass, the boy let his gaze wander over the glistening pond and the opposite bank. This place seemed so familiar to him, but... it just wouldn't come to him.

Oh well, he could just enjoy himself for a while, at least in his dreams. He slowly lowered himself onto the grass with his back and placed his hands under his head to cushion it a little. No wind was blowing, there was a pleasant summer warmth and the steady lapping of the pond had something hypnotic about it.

He could fall asleep in this dream. If it weren't for this strange taste. Marlon had just closed his eyes for a moment when he felt something liquid on his tongue. At first he thought it was just his own spit, but this came out of nowhere, it seemed. And the taste... that was blood. Immediately he opened his bright blue eyes and spat on the ground beside him. Red.

"Shit, what the-?!" But before he could have said anything else, an incredible pain drilled into his head. Primarily the left side of his forehead, as if a nail were being driven into it and the blood was spreading under his skin like a swarm of bees. He put his right hand to his head and contorted his face in pain before he had to spit out again. Where did the blood come from?

Carefully, Marlon tried to stand up, but he collapsed on his first attempt. His eyes went black, dizziness overcame him and the birds gradually fell silent as the darkness took over. The feeling of suffocation brought him to a state of panic and he tried with all his might to move or at least to get the blood out of his throat. Somewhere in the distance he could hear a voice that reminded him of one of the worst days of his life, even if that memory was just threatening to be torn into darkness with him. It was melodic, speaking in a kind of soporific chant, and if he hadn't known to whom that voice belonged, he would have almost given in to fatigue.

"It's a sin to kill a mockingbird, Marlon, remember?"

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