#i seriously cannot explain what came over me in order to make this

[soaked-doors]

a comic about wine, a wager, and reconnecting through your weird kids

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this behemoth of a comic is finally done - and just in time for zoros birthday huehue. initially i wanted to make a zolu introspective from an outsider POV and was like you know who would have really funny input on this … mihawk. and then it spiraled into seven pages of mishanks sitting and talking. i thought it would be funny if mishanks ended up doing self imposed couples therapy the day mihawk brought luffys bounty bc well. its kind of hilarious to think abt mihawk realizing shanks was onto something all those years ago after he meets zoro and luffy. like sure this new generation is batshit crazy but my god are they cooking. anyways. cheers. get some kids

[dior-luxury]

hello!! could I request how the dormleaders would react to you being a descent of the different disney princesses? (or in some cases alice and hercules), hopefully my point came across because this was kinda hard to explain! ✧

How'd They React To You Being A Descent Of The Disney Princesses

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . drama/fluff - she/her .

- [𝐜𝐡.] dorm leaders

- [𝐩:𝐬] dramatic writing

Note: I literally fell in LOVE with this prompt! ♡ This was so fun to do and thank you so much for requesting!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle had always prided himself on knowing everything about the Queen of Hearts' rules, the history of Wonderland, and the traditions upheld in Heartslabyul. But nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared him for the revelation that you were a direct descendant of Alice herself.

The first time you told him, he nearly dropped his teacup.

“What?” he blurted out, his usually pristine composure cracking as he stared at you in disbelief.

“I’m a descendant of Alice,” you repeated, shifting slightly under his intense gaze. “You know, the Alice. The one from all those Wonderland stories.”

The teacup in Riddle’s hand trembled slightly before he carefully set it down on its saucer. His mind raced, piecing together every bit of history he had learned from childhood about the infamous girl who had once thrown Wonderland into chaos—the girl who had openly defied the Queen of Hearts’ rules and questioned the very nature of Wonderland itself.

And now, you, his beloved girlfriend, carried her blood in your veins.

For a long moment, Riddle was silent, processing. His stormy grey eyes flickered with an unreadable expression before he finally spoke.

“… Are you sure?”

You chuckled. “Positive. My family has always told me stories about her. At first, I thought they were just tales, but then… well, certain things started making sense.”

Riddle exhaled slowly, his hands folding neatly in his lap to disguise his lingering shock. He had imagined many things about you—admired your kindness, your wit, your ability to handle his strictness—but this? This was unprecedented.

It wasn’t until later that day, after the initial shock had settled, that you noticed something was off about him.

At lunch, he stared at you a little longer than usual, his spoon hovering over his soup as if he had completely forgotten about it. During your usual evening walks through Heartslabyul’s rose gardens, he kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye, as if trying to see something—some trace of Alice herself in your features.

Finally, you stopped walking and faced him. “Okay, Riddle, you’ve been looking at me like I’m going to grow rabbit ears and hop away any second. What’s going on?”

His ears tinged pink. “I—ahem—I was merely… contemplating.”

“Contemplating what?” you pressed, crossing your arms.

Riddle hesitated before admitting, “I wonder if you… share any of her tendencies.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Tendencies?”

He looked at you seriously. “Alice was known to be reckless. She broke rules, disregarded orders, and caused immense chaos in Wonderland.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if the very thought of such disorder was giving him a headache. “And if you truly are her descendant, I cannot help but wonder if… if you, too, might have inherited such traits.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Riddle. Are you afraid I’m going to start shouting, ‘Off with his head!’ and overthrow Heartslabyul?”

His face flushed instantly. “N-No! That is not what I meant! Don’t be absurd!”

You laughed, stepping closer to take his hands in yours. “Riddle, I may be Alice’s descendant, but I’m still me. Sure, maybe I have a rebellious streak, but I would never cause trouble for you. And besides,” you added, tilting your head, “Alice was just curious. She asked questions and wanted to understand things. Kind of like you, actually.”

Riddle stiffened at that, caught off guard. “… Like me?”

You nodded. “Yeah. You always ask why things are the way they are. You want to understand rules, not just enforce them. Isn’t that kind of like Alice?”

He stared at you, visibly deep in thought. The idea had never occurred to him before. He had always viewed Alice as a symbol of chaos, while he stood for order. And yet, when you said it like that…

Perhaps curiosity wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

After a long pause, Riddle let out a soft sigh, squeezing your hands gently. “I suppose… I may have misjudged her. And you.” His expression softened. “If you are truly Alice’s descendant, then… I am glad. Because despite everything I have been told about her, I cannot deny that she left a great impact on Wonderland. And you… you have certainly left an impact on me.”

Your heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. Smiling, you rose on your toes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Does that mean I have your approval, Housewarden Rosehearts?”

He huffed, though his face was undeniably red. “Just don’t go falling down any rabbit holes, please.”

You laughed, lacing your fingers with his. “No promises.”

And even though Riddle still insisted on keeping you far away from any wild, Wonderland-esque adventures, he couldn’t deny the excitement that bloomed in his chest whenever he looked at you—the girl who carried the legacy of the one who changed everything.

Leona Kingscholar

You weren’t sure how to bring it up at first.

Leona wasn’t the easiest person to talk to when it came to things like lineage, legacy, or royalty—especially not his royal family. You knew how he felt about being second in line, about being constantly compared to his older brother, and most of all, about the name Mufasa.

But it wasn’t something you could keep from him forever.

One evening, the two of you were lounging in the botanical gardens, where he often went to escape the suffocating responsibilities of being the Housewarden of Savanaclaw. The golden hues of the setting sun cast long shadows over the grass, and Leona, as usual, had his head resting on your lap, eyes closed, tail flicking lazily.

That was when you decided to say it.

“… I think I’m related to Mufasa.”

His tail stopped moving.

Leona’s emerald eyes opened just a fraction, peering up at you through his long lashes. “You think?” His voice was low, but you could hear the tension beneath the lazy drawl.

You swallowed. “Well… my family’s history traces back to an old royal bloodline. And after putting the pieces together, it looks like I might be descended from him.”

Silence.

For the first time since you met him, Leona was utterly, completely still. His usual smirk, his dry sarcasm, the ever-present air of indifference—it was gone.

“… So, what?” he finally said, sitting up from your lap. “You telling me you’re some kinda lost royal?” His voice was even, but there was an edge to it, sharp enough to cut.

You hesitated. “I’m not saying that.”

“But you are saying that his blood runs in your veins.”

You winced at the way he said his—like the very name burned his tongue.

“I knew you’d react like this,” you muttered, looking away.

Leona let out a sharp breath, raking a hand through his thick mane. He was quiet for a long time, long enough that doubt crept into your mind. Was this a mistake? Did he see you differently now?

Then, he laughed.

It wasn’t a warm laugh, nor was it amused—it was bitter, mirthless.

“Figures,” he muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Even my own girlfriend’s got Mufasa’s blood. Guess I can’t escape that shadow no matter where I go, huh?”

Your heart clenched.

“Leona…” You reached for his hand, but he pulled away, standing up and shoving both hands into his pockets.

“I get it now,” he continued, looking up at the darkening sky. “The way you walk, the way you talk… the way people naturally listen to you. Should’ve known it wasn’t just you being you—it’s in your blood, ain’t it? The great Mufasa’s legacy, living on through you.”

That stung.

You stood up, crossing your arms. “That’s not fair, Leona. I don’t want to be compared to him any more than you do.”

His ears flicked, but he didn’t turn to face you.

“I know you hate hearing his name,” you continued, stepping closer. “But I’m not him. I’m still me. I don’t care about some ancient legacy. And I sure as hell don’t think I’m better than you just because of who my ancestors were.”

Leona’s shoulders tensed.

You reached out again, this time catching his wrist before he could pull away. “You’re the one I chose, Leona. Not my bloodline. Not my history. You.”

For a moment, you thought he might push you away.

Instead, he exhaled heavily and finally turned to look at you. His expression was unreadable—his sharp green eyes held something deeper, something raw, something vulnerable.

“… You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?”

You smiled. “Yeah. But you love me anyway.”

Leona clicked his tongue, but the smallest, faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Tch. Whatever,” he muttered. Then, with a gentleness most people never got to see, he pulled you into his arms. His chin rested on top of your head, and his tail lazily curled around your leg.

“… I don’t care about legacies,” he murmured. “And I don’t care that you’re descended from him. But if anyone ever tries to use that against me, I’ll make sure they regret it.”

You chuckled against his chest. “That’s my Leona.”

He scoffed but held you just a little tighter.

And though he would never admit it, a part of him—one buried beneath years of resentment and bitterness—felt oddly at peace knowing that if Mufasa’s bloodline had to live on… at least it was in someone like you.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul Ashengrotto had always prided himself on knowing everything about the sea. Every tale, every legend, every tragedy—it was his business, after all. Knowledge was power, and power was something he had worked tirelessly to obtain.

But this?

This was something he had never seen coming.

“You’re what?” Azul’s normally composed voice cracked slightly, and he immediately cleared his throat, trying to maintain his usual calm.

You shifted awkwardly in your seat across from him in the VIP room of the Mostro Lounge. “I’m related to Ariel,” you repeated.

Azul let out a breath, his gloved fingers tightening slightly around the delicate handle of his teacup. “As in… the Ariel? The mermaid princess who abandoned the sea for a human prince?”

“The very same.”

A tense silence settled between you. Azul didn’t say anything at first, and you could practically see the gears turning in his mind. His eyes, deep as the ocean itself, studied you carefully—searching for any trace of a joke, a trick, something that would make this revelation less… monumental.

It never came.

Azul placed his teacup down with deliberate care before folding his hands in front of him, his expression unreadable. “… And how, exactly, did you come upon this information?”

“I looked into my family history,” you explained. “I’d always heard stories passed down through generations, but I never thought much of it until I actually started tracing my lineage. And, well… everything led back to her.”

Azul exhaled slowly, reclining slightly in his chair. “I see.”

You frowned. “Azul, say something. Anything.”

His lips twitched, but it wasn’t quite a smile. More like something torn between amusement and disbelief. “Forgive me, dear, but I’m still processing the fact that my girlfriend is descended from one of the most reckless mermaids in all of history.”

Your brow furrowed. “You don’t like her, do you?”

Azul let out a soft, mirthless chuckle. “It’s not about liking or disliking her, my dear. It’s about what she represents.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his laced fingers. “Ariel was many things—bold, stubborn, impulsive—but above all, she was a dreamer.” His voice dipped, almost as if the word itself was an insult.

You tilted your head. “And you don’t like dreamers?”

Azul’s gaze flickered to the contract-lined walls of his lounge, then back to you. “Dreaming is fine,” he admitted, “but blind idealism? That is dangerous. She gave up her home, her family, her voice for a world she barely understood. That is not a risk—” He stopped himself, inhaling sharply before finishing in a calmer tone, “—that is a gamble. And the house always wins.”

You could hear the bitterness in his voice. Azul, more than anyone, knew what it was like to make a deal from a place of desperation. To hope for something more, only to learn the hard way that the world did not hand out kindness freely.

You reached for his hand, your fingers lightly brushing against his glove. “She wasn’t perfect, Azul,” you said gently. “But she didn’t just give up everything for a gamble. She fought for what she wanted. She saw a world that she loved and refused to let anything keep her from it. Even when she lost her voice, she still found a way to be heard.”

Azul’s fingers twitched beneath yours.

You smiled softly. “And doesn’t that remind you of someone?”

His lips parted slightly, as if to argue—but then he stopped.

Because he knew exactly what you were implying.

Ariel’s story wasn’t so different from his own, was it?

A young, ambitious soul, born into the ocean but yearning for something more. Someone who wanted power in their own right. Someone who wouldn’t accept being overlooked or underestimated.

Azul clenched his jaw, tearing his gaze away. “That’s different,” he murmured.

“Is it?” you challenged. “You built yourself up from nothing. You changed your fate with your own hands. You defied expectations. You and Ariel aren’t as different as you think, Azul.”

He was silent.

You squeezed his hand gently. “And for what it’s worth… she got her happy ending.”

A dry chuckle escaped him, though there was no malice in it. “Yes, well, fairy tales always end conveniently, don’t they?”

You gave him a teasing smile. “So does that mean you’re my prince now?”

Azul’s face reddened instantly, and he quickly pulled his hand away, clearing his throat. “Ahem. I— I hardly think such a title is fitting for me.”

You giggled. “Would you prefer ‘Sea King’?”

Azul groaned, rubbing his temples. “You are impossible.”

But there was a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips.

After a long moment, Azul finally exhaled, his posture relaxing. “It doesn’t change anything,” he admitted. “Whether you’re Ariel’s descendant or not, you’re still you.”

Your heart swelled at his words. “And you’re still you—my Azul.”

His ears turned a bit pink, and he quickly turned his gaze to the side. “… Well, if nothing else, I suppose this just proves that my ability to attract unique individuals is unparalleled.”

You laughed, reaching across the table to steal a sip of his tea. “You love it.”

Azul smirked. “I tolerate it.”

And as the two of you sat there, basking in the warmth of each other’s presence, Azul couldn’t help but think that—perhaps—Ariel’s bloodline wasn’t so foolish after all.

Kalim Al-asim

Kalim was not the type to keep secrets.

In fact, he was almost comically terrible at it. He was the kind of person who would accidentally blurt out a surprise party plan within five minutes of deciding it, who would beam with excitement over something he wasn’t supposed to know, and who would definitely be unable to keep a straight face if he ever tried to deceive someone.

But you? You had been keeping something from him. Not out of malice, of course. You just… weren’t sure how to bring it up.

It wasn’t every day that you told your boyfriend that you were a direct descendant of the legendary Aladdin.

You had been meaning to tell him, but the right moment never came. Kalim was always surrounded by people—whether it was his entourage, his friends, or the ever-watchful Jamil—and dropping that kind of information in the middle of an afternoon feast seemed a bit too dramatic.

So, you waited.

Until one evening, when the two of you were sitting on the grand balcony of Scarabia’s dorm, overlooking the golden dunes of the desert under a sky full of stars. The warm wind carried the scent of exotic spices from the marketplace below, and for once, it was just the two of you—no attendants, no interruptions.

“Kalim,” you started, voice soft.

He turned to you with his usual bright, open smile. “Yeah?”

You hesitated. “… There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

His eyes widened a little, curiosity instantly piqued. “Oh? What is it?”

You took a deep breath. “I recently found out that my family is related to Aladdin.”

Kalim blinked.

Once. Twice.

Then, his entire face lit up like a festival firework.

“NO WAY! THAT’S AMAZING!!”

Before you could react, he had grabbed both of your hands in his own, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Wait, wait, wait—you mean Aladdin—as in the Aladdin?! The diamond in the rough? The guy who found the magic lamp and won the heart of a princess?! The legend himself?!”

You laughed nervously. “Y-yeah, that Aladdin.”

Kalim’s excitement was instantaneous and overwhelming. “THAT’S SO COOL!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing in his seat. “Do you know what this means?! You’re like—desert royalty! A hero’s descendant! A real-life legend!!”

You smiled at his enthusiasm, but you weren’t sure how he’d feel about the whole story. “You really think it’s that amazing?”

“Of course! Aladdin was one of the greatest adventurers ever! He was clever, kind, and he never let anyone tell him he wasn’t good enough! And he never needed riches to prove his worth—he was already great all on his own!”

You bit your lip, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “Yeah, but… you do know he started off as a street rat, right?”

Kalim tilted his head, confused. “So?”

“So… my family didn’t come from wealth,” you admitted. “We were commoners, just like Aladdin. We had to fight for everything we had. I didn’t grow up in a palace or anything like that.”

Kalim’s expression softened, and before you could blink, he was pulling you into the warmest, tightest hug you’d ever felt.

“That doesn’t change anything!” he said earnestly, his voice muffled against your shoulder. “Who cares where you came from? You’re you! And you’re amazing just as you are!”

You felt yourself relax in his embrace. “You really don’t mind?”

“Mind? Are you kidding?!” Kalim pulled back, his ruby-red eyes shimmering with excitement. “This just makes me love you even more! We have to celebrate! OH—WAIT—Jamil! JAMIL!!”

He immediately turned toward the dormitory, calling for his ever-suffering vice housewarden.

You quickly grabbed his arm before he could get Jamil involved. “Kalim, wait! I don’t think we need to—”

“But this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing!! We have to have a feast! Fireworks! Maybe even a whole festival!!”

You sighed, already imagining the extra work Jamil was about to be saddled with. “Kalim… maybe let’s keep it between us for now?”

Kalim pouted dramatically but nodded. “Okay, okay! But at least let me do something special for you!”

You smiled. “You already did.”

He blinked in surprise. “Huh?”

You laced your fingers with his, squeezing gently. “You didn’t care where I came from. You were just happy that I was me. That means more to me than any festival ever could.”

For a moment, Kalim just stared at you, his mouth slightly open as if processing your words. Then, his face broke into the softest, most genuine smile you had ever seen.

“You’re the best,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you again, pulling you close.

And as the warm desert breeze swept around you, carrying the scent of spices and jasmine, you realized that you didn’t need riches or a magic lamp to feel like the luckiest person in the world—because you already had Kalim.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil Schoenheit was a man who prided himself on control.

Control over his appearance. Control over his reputation. Control over every detail of his life, from his carefully curated skincare routine to the way he carried himself in front of the world.

So, when you first told him—softly, cautiously—that you were a descendant of Snow White, you expected a reaction.

A scoff. A dismissive wave of his hand. Maybe even an unimpressed "Of course you are."

But what you weren’t expecting was the eerie, suffocating silence that followed your confession.

Vil simply stared at you, his amethyst eyes unreadable, as if you had just uttered some kind of dark curse.

“… Say that again,” he finally said, his voice carefully neutral.

You swallowed. “I— I found out recently. My family lineage traces back to Snow White. You know, the Snow White.”

Another pause.

Then, slowly—almost imperceptibly—Vil’s lips curled into a small, icy smile.

“How poetic,” he murmured.

His tone was unreadable, and you weren’t sure whether that was a good thing or a very bad thing.

You fidgeted in place, your hands clenching slightly at the fabric of your clothes. “Vil…? Are you okay?”

He let out a small, humorless chuckle. “Oh, darling, you must forgive me. I simply find it ironic.”

You blinked. “Ironic?”

Vil turned, gracefully walking to his vanity mirror, his reflection shimmering beneath the soft glow of golden candlelight. He lifted a hand to touch his cheek, his long, manicured fingers ghosting over his porcelain skin.

“You do realize, don’t you?” he said quietly, his gaze locked on his reflection. “The very story that shaped my life—the tale that cast my role before I ever had a say in it—is the same one that runs through your veins.”

Your heart clenched.

Vil had always carried the weight of that old fairytale on his shoulders. No matter how hard he worked, no matter how dazzling his performances were, there would always be those who whispered in the shadows:

"Ah, the Evil Queen reborn."

He had spent his whole life fighting against it—proving that he was more than a villain in someone else's story.

And now, you—the person he had let into his heart, the one he adored—were descended from the very girl that fairytale had deemed the fairest of them all.

“… Vil.” You took a hesitant step forward. “I didn’t want to hide it from you. I just… I didn’t know how you’d feel about it.”

He exhaled slowly, his fingers trailing down the edge of the vanity before he finally turned to face you again.

And then, something shifted.

Gone was the cool mask of detachment. In its place was a look that was unmistakably Vil—proud, regal, and fiercely unapologetic.

“Well,” he said smoothly, walking toward you with an effortless grace, “I suppose this only proves what I’ve always known.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

Vil’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “That even Snow White’s own bloodline cannot resist me.”

You let out a startled laugh as he lifted your chin with a gloved hand, his eyes gleaming with something both possessive and deeply amused.

“You are mine,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. “Snow White or not. And if anyone dares suggest otherwise—” His voice dropped to something silkier, more dangerous. “—they will learn why I refuse to be cast as a mere villain in this tale.”

Your breath hitched, heat crawling up your neck. “Vil…”

His smirk softened just a fraction, and he tilted his head, studying you with something warmer—something genuine beneath the layers of carefully controlled elegance.

“… Does it bother you?” he finally asked. “That our story was written long before we ever met?”

You shook your head. “No.”

And you meant it.

Because you knew Vil was more than that old fairytale. More than a poisoned apple or a wicked queen. He was himself—dazzling, sharp, ambitious, and breathtakingly human.

“You’re not a villain,” you murmured, reaching up to tuck a strand of his golden hair behind his ear. “And I’m not some helpless princess waiting to be saved. We make our own story, Vil.”

For a moment, he just looked at you.

Then, he let out a soft chuckle, his eyes glinting with something dangerous and beautiful all at once.

“Well then, my darling,” he purred, “let’s make sure it’s a story they’ll never forget.”

And when Vil kissed you that night, it wasn’t the kiss of a villain, nor the gentle affection of a fairytale prince.

It was his kiss—fierce, intoxicating, and entirely his own.

Idia Shroud

To say that Idia did not take the news well would be a massive understatement.

He froze. Absolutely, completely froze.

One second, he had been lounging in his dimly lit room, gaming console in hand, complaining about an impossible boss fight. The next? He had gone full blue-screen-of-death mode, his flaming hair flickering wildly in sheer panic.

“W-w-wait, WAIT—hold up!!” He almost yeeted his controller across the room, scrambling to sit up. “Y-you’re saying—y-you’re telling me—that you’re related to HERCULES?! Like, the Hercules?! Buff golden boy, slayer of titans, Mr. I-Can-Go-the-Distance HERCULES?!”

You blinked. “Uh… yeah?”

Idia made a strangled sound, looking one bad shock away from an actual shutdown.

“Error. Error. System malfunction.” His voice wavered as he pressed his hands to his temples. “This… This has gotta be a joke. A prank. You’re messing with me, right?”

“Nope,” you said casually. “It’s true. Turns out my family has a direct lineage to him. I only found out recently when—”

But Idia wasn’t even listening at that point. He had already spiraled deep into an existential crisis, muttering a very concerning monologue to himself.

“Ohhh, great, great, this is just like one of those cursed romance routes where the MC turns out to be some kind of secret OP chosen one and the weak nerdy love interest is completely outclassed—OH WAIT, THAT’S ME!!”

“Idia—”

“Like, you’re literally the descendant of the most brokenly overpowered himbo in Greek mythology! D-does that mean you also have god-tier strength?! Are you secretly bench-pressing me every time we hug?! WAIT—h-have I ever said anything bad about Hercules before?! OH NO, DID I ACCIDENTALLY TRASH TALK YOUR ANCESTOR IN A GAME?!”

You sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Idia.”

He flinched. “D-don’t hit me, please! I don’t wanna get punted into orbit!!”

You deadpanned. “I’m not that strong.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what you say—but next thing I know, you’re single-handedly throwing a Cerberus across a battlefield like some kind of action movie protag!”

At this point, Idia had curled up in a dramatic ball, shaking like a frazzled NPC who had just aggro’d the final boss by accident. His hair flared up in stressed-out little sparks, and his eyes darted between you and the exit like he was debating whether or not to make a full-speed getaway.

“… Idia,” you sighed, kneeling in front of him. “I don’t care that you’re not some super strong warrior. You know that, right?”

He hesitated, his golden eyes flickering with doubt. “Y-you don’t?”

You gave him a fond smile. “Of course not. I mean, sure, my ancestor was pretty strong, but that doesn’t mean I care about all that legendary hero stuff. You’re the one I like.”

His expression wavered, caught somewhere between disbelief and hope.

“… Me?” he mumbled.

“Yes, you,” you said, tapping a finger against his forehead. “The guy who can hack into anything, the guy who builds the most insane tech, the guy who somehow beat that boss fight with 1 HP left and refused to let me quit until he avenged me.”

Idia’s hair flared a little pink at the memory. “T-that was just—! I mean—!! UGH.” He groaned, covering his face with his hands.

You chuckled, leaning in. “And, might I add, the guy who looks really cute when he panics.”

A strangled squeak left his mouth, and suddenly, his entire head of fire was a brilliant neon pink.

“O-overheat detected! System compromised!! Aaaaahhhh!!”

You burst into laughter as he absolutely imploded, his entire body curling inward like a dying star. It was honestly kind of adorable how flustered he got—especially when you reminded him that, hero’s bloodline or not, he was still your favorite person in the world.

Maybe you weren’t the legendary hero that people wrote myths about. Maybe you weren’t destined for some grand, godly fate.

But one thing was certain:

Even if you were a descendant of the mighty Hercules—Idia Shroud was the only person you’d ever want as your player two.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus was not one to be surprised often.

For centuries, he had existed as a being of immense power, feared by many and revered by few. The world rarely held any mysteries for him—he had seen the rise and fall of kingdoms, walked among mortals and fae alike, and held conversations with spirits older than time itself.

And yet…

When you, his beloved, softly confessed to him beneath the glow of a full moon that you were a descendant of Princess Aurora, the fabled Sleeping Beauty—

He stilled.

For a moment, the usual ever-present hum of his magic, the quiet whisper of the wind, and even the distant chirping of the nocturnal creatures all ceased.

You felt a strange shiver crawl up your spine as Malleus gazed at you, his emerald eyes darkening, an unreadable emotion swimming beneath their depths. His lips parted slightly, as if about to speak, yet no words left them.

“… Malleus?” you whispered, almost hesitantly.

His claws twitched at his sides. Slowly, deliberately, he stepped closer, his tall, regal figure casting an elongated shadow over the grass as he loomed before you.

Then—his voice, deep and almost dangerously soft:

“My beloved… are you certain of this?”

You swallowed, nodding. “Yes. My family recently traced our lineage, and it turns out Aurora was our ancestor.” You gave a small, nervous chuckle. “Crazy, right?”

Malleus did not return your laughter. Instead, his expression remained unreadable, his piercing gaze locked onto you in a way that made your heart stutter.

Then, he exhaled, long and slow, his eyes fluttering shut for the briefest moment. When he opened them again, his magic thrummed faintly around him, causing the air to shimmer slightly with an unseen force.

“… Fate is a cruel, ironic thing,” he murmured.

Your brows furrowed. “Malleus?”

He reached for you, his clawed fingers gentle as they cradled your face, his thumbs tracing slow, almost reverent circles along your skin.

“You do not understand what this means to me,” he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of centuries in its depth. “Aurora, the Sleeping Beauty… she was the princess cursed by Maleficent—the very fae whose blood runs through my veins.”

Your breath hitched.

It was true. Maleficent, the dark fairy who had cursed Aurora to a century of slumber, was his ancestor.

The ancient magic of their bloodlines had once clashed, one bringing forth the curse, the other carrying the blessing of awakening.

And now—they had converged once more… within you and him.

“… Does that bother you?” you asked hesitantly, searching his expression. “That we’re… connected this way?”

Malleus let out a deep, quiet chuckle. “Bother me? No… Not in the way you fear.”

His thumb brushed along your lower lip, his eyes gleaming with something old and possessive.

“If anything… it only solidifies the idea that you and I were always meant to meet.”

You felt your heartbeat quicken.

He leaned in, so close that his cool breath ghosted across your skin, his long lashes casting delicate shadows over his high cheekbones.

“Do you realize,” he murmured, “what your existence means to someone like me?”

You blinked up at him, utterly entranced by the way his voice wrapped around you like an enchantment. “What… do you mean?”

Malleus let out a low hum, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

“All my life, I have been cast as the villain,” he said simply. “A creature of darkness… a being to be feared. Even now, many tremble at the mere mention of my name.” His hand traced down your arm, his claws lightly grazing your skin in an almost reverent touch.

“But you… You, my beloved, are a descendant of the very princess I was once meant to stand against. And yet—here you are, standing beside me. Loving me. Choosing me.”

His voice dropped to a whisper.

“… Tell me, does that not feel like destiny?”

Your breath caught.

There was something dangerous and intoxicating in the way he spoke—as if you had been ensnared in the most beautiful, inescapable spell.

And yet, you felt no fear.

Because deep down, you knew Malleus was not a villain.

He was yours.

You reached up, cupping his cheek in your hands, tracing the sharp angles of his features with your fingertips. His skin was cool, like moonlight, yet it burned under your touch.

“If this is fate,” you whispered, “then I have no regrets.”

Malleus let out a deep, satisfied hum. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace.

“Then allow me to make you a promise,” he murmured, his lips ghosting against your forehead.

“No curse, no fate, and no force in this world will ever separate you from me.”

His voice was low, dark, and absolute—not a mere vow, but a declaration.

Because Malleus Draconia had waited centuries to find a love like this.

And now that he had you, his beloved descendant of Sleeping Beauty—

Nothing in this world or the next would take you away from him.

[ay0nha]

Boiling Point | Chef Luca (Prologue)

(working) SUMMARY: A well- known food critic is retiring. Apart of this condition is that you continue writing on his behalf as if he hadn’t. To show you the ropes, he implores Luca to teach you what it takes to enter the culinary world.

There he was. His pristine white jacket contrasted perfectly against the warm ambiance of the evening. The distance was covered within a few long strides and once at the table, his charmed smile made you nauseous. He played his part better than you had that night

PAIRING: Chef!Luca x f!reader (food journalist/critic)

WORD COUNT: 1.4K

WARNINGS: smoking, drinking, canon-typical things, future enemies to lovers sort of, mutual pining, inspiration from Kitchen Confidential and the movie Boiling Point, etc.

A/N: Just a little sneak peek/intro to this request. Might do a short series (three/four parts)...stay tuned. It’s a little choppy at the moment, so I hope it makes sense. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged. Comments are always appreciated! Enjoy.

Deep breaths helped.

The nicotine’s warmth sparked excitement in your veins. It made a tedious night seem just bearable with each inhale. You eyed the falling ash as if it were tea leaves promising your near future. Yet, when your eyes surveyed the crowd within the restaurant, it cemented the dull company you’d join.

Excusing yourself was easy. Slipping away wasn’t the issue; it was expected as the call for a cigarette completed your image. The cliché of it made your mouth pucker with your final drag.

“There you are...” A hand settled on your shoulder. Ryan. “They’re ordering another bottle as we speak.” Lighting her own cigarette, she cursed. “We better fucking land this deal—I’m about to max out the company card.”

Flicking your roach under the point of your heel, you scoffed, “Please, if I have to hear that man say heavenly one more time, I’ll—

“You’ll smile.” She reminded you. It was an instruction, really. “Nod your head, agree with anything—Everything.”

“He said supposebly.” You tutted. “I can’t take him seriously.”

“He’s ancient. Cut him some slack!” She laughed. Charm came second nature to Ryan; you weren’t convinced she even knew its effect on people. “He’s sweet on you.”

“Right…” You tried to make out the stars, but the light pollution fought against you. “So, what? I marry him for the life insurance?”

“Let’s just make it through dessert,” Ryan spoke definitively, always cutting through. Yet, room always remained to entertain you. “Then we can talk wedding plans.”

The man that waited for you was Avery Sinclair—world-renowned something. You had listened, but the information had already left you. Those around you, though, knew who sat across from you well. They were almost as good as you hiding their discomfort. Eyes were always on him, knowing his thoughts before he could form them. New forks were laid after the slightest touch, napkin splayed on his lap before he could lift it himself, and every meal came with the chef that made it.

He was respected.

Yet, all you saw was his brittle and thin mustache, sitting upon his lip like forgotten food. The comb-over was just as wirey and pulled kindness to his cheeks. They flushed now as he flirted with another glass of wine.

“There you are!” He bubbled. With a wave of his hand, your diligent waitress returned with the Italian bottle. “I ordered the oak-aged white. It has a buttery note that is just heavenly with the gelée.”

You smiled.

“I cannot believe our night is coming to an end.” Ryan charmed. She held her nose to the glass, listening intently as Mr. Sinclair explained each technique to her. The slurping was a bit much.

“My dear, this is just a start.” The deal was confirmed with those words alone. A part of you wished the promise had a false bottom. “We can draft up something agreeable, I’m sure?”

He looked at you. You had that feeling like you’d forgotten to walk. Each step felt forced and off. You played off your misstep cleverly, your glass raising to the center, “I look forward to working together.”

Ryan was impressed, pride swelling in her chest. She and you were an unmistakable duo. Angel and devil. Thelma and Louise. Introvert and extrovert.  Fill in any this and that, and there you two were. Most importantly, she was the publicist, and you were the writer.

“Under one condition…” Mr. Sinclair smiled, far too tickled by your toast. He leaned in, elbows brushing the circular table. “Do you know why I chose this place tonight?”

You hadn’t expected the question. Your answer came out blunt. “Favoritism.”

“You’re sharp.” He smiled broadly, wagging his manicured finger at you. “Exactly that. Look around you…”

You took a genuine moment.  The perception of fine dining was all theatrics. It was a large show that ran every night of the week. Even those who dined were an unassuming audience. Those swiveling doors may as well be the curtain line to backstage. The kitchen, the dressing room. The dripping alleyway, the green room.

You were all too aware of the communication chain. The insults were coded frustrations that later into the service would be water under the bridge. There was a reason for everyone being here just as you were.

“We’re all cut from the same cloth. You, me, dear Ryan.” Mr. Sinclair smiled at her. “We all express our passions differently, but we love just the same.”

He felt content. His body relaxed with his decision to hire you. Sinclair could see how you hadn’t quite trusted yourself with the responsibility that he was putting on your shoulders. But he was confident you’d grow into it perfectly.

“I hope you understand the reasons for my poetics—” The rumors and gossip about him failed to do his sincerity justice. “—as I’m trusting you with my legacy.”

“Of course.” You gave another smile; this time, it felt real.

“Excuse my sentimentality!” Mr. Sinclair clasped his hands together in a soft clap. You could almost see tears forming in the corner of his eyes.   “With that out of the way, dessert? The pastry chef here is—” His favoritism came into play. “—is something special.”

You could picture the chef now, cursing at the interruption. Hopefully, complaining about the big wig seated at table seven wasn’t worth his time. You waited for the rehearsed, polite decline.

Apologies, however, our chef is tied up between aeration.

But there he was, Chef Luca. His pristine white jacket contrasted perfectly against the warm ambiance of the evening. The distance was covered within a few long strides, and once at the table, his charmed smile made you nauseous. He played his part better than you had that night.

His features were tight, unwavering as the compliments poured. Your lips twitched down as you took him in. With his hands behind his back, his chest pulled broadly, but you could still make out the littered tattoos on his forearms. Typical.

Even with his eyes on you, you hadn’t shied from your judgment. You only stopped when you heard your name.

“Isn’t that right?” Ryan prompted you again, defined features expressing her sternness. Focus.  “You always talk about how much you love to bake.”

You don’t.

“Sure.” You nodded.

“A match made in heaven, then!” Mr. Sinclair exclaimed. “You must get to know Luca; he has the most interesting story!”

In your short assessment, you already disparaged his comment. To you, Luca was, like you, a walking cliché.

“I don’t doubt that…” Your sarcasm was palpable. Luca’s stoicism broke with a smirk of confusion. “Let me guess... You were a troublemaker?” Your tone was teasing but bordered something wicked.  “Cooking put you straight, and you owe your life to grease and adrenaline.”

“Forgot to mention that I’m a hard-partying criminal.” Luca didn’t waste a beat. Impressive.

“And when did the anger issues start?” You hummed. You played at every stereotype you knew. “Before or after your—

“I think what she means to say—” Ryan cut in seamlessly. She came prepared for your shenanigans. “—is that she admires the journey you’ve taken to get here.”

Luckily, Mr. Sinclair was far too enamored with the preciseness of the dessert to interpret the sudden banter.

“Of course.” Luca looked at you. Then as you had only moments ago, he pulled a practiced expression to address his loyal customer. “Mr. Sinclair, as always, it’s a pleasure to see you.”

“Unfortunately, I must savor tonight.” He spoke. “My home on the Amalfi coast has been quite lonely.” Sinclair let out a regretful sigh. “I trust you to keep this between us, yes?”

Luca nodded. “Of course.”

“You will be a very lucky man, son.” Sinclair further divulged the secrets behind his retirement. “I hope you heed my advice and get to know this young lady.”

All eyes were on you.

“She will continue to write for me. Use my name.” He explained your purpose. You weren’t ready to hear it aloud. “So treat her kindly, or you will have to answer to me.”

“I’m not sure I understand.” Luca almost protested. It seemed elaborate to allow someone so young—you— to take his place.

“Be open. Present.” Sinclair answered. He wasn’t a man of riddles, but you noticed that the more he spoke, the harder to understand. “You were once new. You had to figure it out on your own. Maybe you can help her, show her your world. Our world.”

[goliig68]

19 days fic rec

Recommending some of my favourite fics cuz why not! (With no particular order! I'm just starting from the first fic I read until the recent one)

I'm Not A Prostitute by traceytries

( E | 137,970 | 21/? )

He Tian and Red become fuckbuddies. This is an excuse for a whole lot of sexy times and the eventual feelings that come with it.

Note: my comfort fic for real❤ ( ch 10, 20 and 21 screaming at me BITCH WHAT COMFORT????) no but seriously, I really love this fic, a great combination of smut, angst and feelings. Would 100% recommend it 👌

nothing's gonna hurt you, baby by powerandpathos

( M | 50,318 | 7/7 )

Guan Shan's father leaves his family for work in New York at the beginning of the First World War — and is never heard from again.

In the autumn of 1928, thirteen years later, Guan Shan makes his own way to lower Manhattan's Little China to find him, with only the name of the man who signed his father's contract.

When he finds himself falling into the world of America's Roaring Twenties and Tong Wars, and everyone he meets is not quite as they seem, finding his father turns out to be much more complicated than he’d thought.

Note: this fic is a novel quality, like God I'm speechless. I love all the 30s vibe I got from this fic. I love everything about this fic. plot, dialogues and characterization everything about it is awesome.

Aphorism by powerandpathos

( E | 124,529 | 38/38 )

Jian Yi fell back into Zhengxi's life as if he had never gone; He Tian wanted Guan Shan in his and for him to never leave. But this isn't middle school, and they are no longer children, and nothing is that simple anymore.

Note: so angsty, so beautiful. A true masterpiece. I really cannot explain with words that how beautiful this fic is. I really loved how peaceful ending was. Just read it you won't regret it.

unstoppable force // immovable object by welcome2atlantis

( M | 78,173 | 9/? )

Mo Guanshan's latest contractual obligation is He Tian, mafia brat and resident pain in the ass. Only, it's less Mo working security, and more Mo playing nanny and trying to out stubborn his client.

or

Bodyguard!Mo suffers through He Tian's antics and accidentally falls for him in the process.

Note: a funny but also angsty story. I really love the interaction between characters, they really close to the canon (in my opinion) basically he tian is insufferable and guan shan suffers from that 😂 but also guan shan is gay and he tian is sexy and again guan shan suffers from that😂😂 some mental health issues will be discussed in this fic, so be warned if it triggers you.

Still Tripping Over You by AtomicNebula13

( E | 13,733 | 2/2 )

“Little Mo, don't drink anymore.”

The words fall on deaf ears as the slimmer man tries to keep his hold on the bottle but He Tian manages to wrestle it from him, causing some of the liquor to dribble down the redheads chin and neck. Mo stumbles a bit, unsteady on his feet but He Tian's arm wraps around his back to help him regain his balance.

“Stop drinking okay?” He Tian whispers into Mo's ear, knowing that if he doesn't stop him, the other man will most likely get sick. Mo is already sure to have a raging hangover tomorrow.

Bracing himself for harsh words or for Mo to push him away, he is taken aback when Mo clutches onto him, burying his flushed face into He Tian's neck.

Words are slurred out, muffled by his position so He Tian has to hold Mo closer to catch them.

“Chicken dick He... came back?”

Note: a hot, sexy, smuty fic🔥🔥 I'm shamelessly hoping something like this happens in the next Xmas chapter but china's censorship laws...😒 anyway! Just read it, the sex scene is very hot and detailed!

doubtful redemptions by figglypudding

( E | 20,979 | 2/5 )

“I won’t pepper you with personal questions. I won’t offer unsolicited advice or judgment. And I’ll play by your rules.”

His hand slid up from Mo’s wrist to wrap around his angry fist, bringing it towards him until its knuckles rested against his curving mouth. “And in exchange, you'll allow me to show you what it’s like to have a client that actually cares about your pleasure.”

*FORMERLY TITLED these violent delights*

Note: a dark and agsty au. I really love the description of characters, places, surroundings and everything and I'm really curious to know how the relationship between he tian and mo will develop! Please pay attention to tags and author's notes, when I said it's a dark au I really mean it! (Please check out author's other works in 19 days fandom! They are all great, and author has a great talent in writing hot and detailed smut scenes 🔥👌)

Found in Translation by mgsdays (regencyaus)

( T | 11,890 | 1/1 )

They meet on a train, going through a rural area in China. He Tian's feeling disillusioned with his brother and is running from the business meeting he's supposed to be in in Shanghai. That's about the time the hot redhead enters the train car and sits opposite him, murmured 'scuse me falling quietly from his lips.

One problem. Well, two: the guy is on the wrong seat. He Tian knows that he is because He Tian bought out every seat in the train car. He has no way to let the guy know that, considering He Tian doesn't speak a word of Chinese besides ni hao and his own name.

Which leads to problem two: redhead is breathtaking, fucking beautiful, and has an attitude to boot, and He Tian really, truly needs to make out with him, which will be difficult, considering, yeah, He Tian doesn't speak a word of Chinese besides ni hao and his own name.

He has a few hours on this train. It's going to be a long ride.

Note: so cute and wholesome💞 I was smiling the whole time reading it. I literally laughed when he tian was trying to show mo that they should kiss😂 really loved it!

lanterns on the lake by powerandpathos

( T | 17,760 | 1/1)

‘Will you kiss me?’

He Tian’s mouth opens, and he searches Guan Shan’s face, looking for something. He hasn’t taken a single step forward.

‘You’re really drunk,’ he says eventually.

‘So you won’t.’

‘Ah, fuck. Guan Shan.’ He chuckles without humour and scratches the back of his neck. ‘Listen to yourself—you barely let me touch you in case someone sees and now you want me to kiss you? That doesn’t make sense. It makes me feel a bit used, to be honest.’

Guan Shan pulls on a defiant expression. ‘Do you care?’

‘You won’t like me if I say no, so I’m going to say nothing.’

Note: oh man, wish I could add every fic written by powerandpathos here... this fic is so amazing, so angsty. I nearly fucking cried, I couldn't with all of feelings put in this fic, like, oh my god. Just read it, That's all I have to say.

fire and the flood by fayre

( M | 33,643 | 5/35 )

At this point, Guan Shan is no longer sure if it’s in his nature or if it’s been nurtured by the war.

After all, you can only nurture the best of the best when the world is slowly coming to a fucking end.

 or: Pacific Rim AU, in which Guan Shan is a hopeless recruit, He Tian is a legacy more than anyone can handle, and the world is crashing down around their ears faster than they can process. It's a matter of finding something worth fighting for — but their futures are slipping through their fingers with every passing minute.

Note: this is like...my all time favourite au. Just seeing the "Pacific rim au" made me drop whatever I was doing and read this for the rest of day. And now I'm HOOKED and I'm thinking about this fic every day. I Don't know if author has any plans continuing this fic or no so enjoy what there is for now :')

True north by fayre

( M | 34,946 | 4/? )

“Do you think I’ll kill you?”

He Tian swallows. Says, “Not particularly.”

A pause. The night swallows them whole, relentless, and He Tian wishes it’d do a better job at hiding the expression Guan Shan shows him now.

“Do you think I should?” Guan Shan asks him.

“That’s not my decision to make.”

“But it was,” Guan Shan says, voice rough. “That night. I think you should’ve killed me. I think it would’ve been easier.”

And He Tian, staring at the ceiling, his spine digging into the floorboards, and far too aware of those amber eyes piercing him through the dark, says: “I think so, too.”

Note: a shapeshifter, historical fantasy au. I think about this fic every day too :') I'm literally dying to know how the relationship between he tian and guan would develop. Between two enemies who only know how to interact with their claws and arrows.

Vulnerability by powerandpathos

( E | 7,811 | 1/1 )

He Tian and Guan Shan try something new (aka bottom!He Tian)

Note: I know that not everyone are a big fan of bottom!He tian, but if you're like me, like to see he tian in vulnerable and submissive positions, then this fic is for you😈

desecration by fayre

( M | 29,719 | 5/11 )

It couldn’t have meant so little, stardust in the face of planets. It couldn’t have meant so little because, if it did, Guan Shan would no longer be able to recognize himself as the person he became in the aftermath. He’d be hollowed out, stripped of the lessons learned and the perspectives changed like loose threads on a tapestry being pulled apart. He couldn’t bear the thought that all of this — the fighting, the understanding, the falling, the loss, the violent and unceremonious unearthing — had been for nothing.

It was too painful to have been for nothing.

 or: seven years later, he tian and jian yi return home. everyone has some healing to do.

Note: forget everything from Xmas special chapters. This is, this is the shit. This is the real angsty shit. That kind of angst that breaks your heart and you can hear the shattering. I have to check the tags every time to make sure it's happy ending😭 ( read everything written by fayre, all of their fics are beautiful and well written)

fairy tales by powerandpathos

( M | 18,001 | 1/1 )

‘You’re looking for a way out,’ he says quietly. ‘You think I’m everythin’ you're not. Free to say what I want, be where I want to be. None of it’s real.’

‘You make it easy to feel like it is.’

Guan Shan nods. Knowing he’s only met Prince He Tian three times, and knowing the truth of it is inexplicable, he says, ‘So do you.’

Note: AHHHH I really love this fic, it's really beautiful🥹💞 Prince!he tian falling in love with guan shan at the first sight. It's a beautiful royalty au.

I hold you, you hold me by Asfodel

( T | 4,434 | 1/1 )

He Tian, tall, handsome, dapper He Tian could be considered great in a lot of areas. People around him praised his manners, his perfect grades, his hand writing was neat, he was athletic, eloquent, charming and self-aware enough to be absurdly confident. Guan Shan would add that he was also excellent at being a pain in the ass.

Sleeping, however, wasn’t his forte.

-

Or He Tian has nightmares but he also has Guan Shan.

Note: this fic is really beautiful, wholesome and lovely 😭💞💞 it's also very underrated, please go read it, it literally swooned my heart ❤

Aaaand that's all! I wanted to add every fic I've read but it's already getting too long so I added the ones I really, really liked! But please read every fic written by these authors, every each of them are great and talented authors, and they have written great fics for 19 days fandom! Thank you to all authors out there, yall are amazing and I love you😭❤🫂

[heartberrydog]

ngl I'm forever floored by how messy and imperfect and flawed all characters and character dynamics are in steven universe. it's all so incredibly interesting! I'm forever a big time rose fan in all her rights and wrongs (lying she did much less wrong than people give her credit for. but alas)

I wish jaspis got to meet again! Idk they deserved if not closure than definetly. something (a sloppy hate filled make out session if you ask me ajsksjskskksks but no seriously there is so little lapis in the future it makes me sad thinking about the potentional dynamics) (although you could argue that they ended just the way rebecca intended but come on...)

also pearlrose!! rose was such a messy polyamorous with communication issues and too much love to give to everybody but herself in my head and it makes everything about them so tragic. they're both such tragic characters in general

UGHH RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT!!

This is something I also really like about SU. And I think the way the gems and gem society are portrayed is so amazing and honestly eye-opening?

Like with Rose, as you’ve also mentioned. I hold the same belief tbh, she’s not even half as bad as the fandom makes her out to be, but the problem stems from 1) the fact that we were introduced to the best version of her first, and slowly uncovered the worst, therefore leaving the show with the worst impression of her (not a complaint, btw) 2) people keep forgetting that. She’s a fucking alien. You’re not supposed to judge her by human standards, by human rationality and behaviors and even awareness of feelings and their importance. So much of what she did “wrong” simply stems from the fact that she isn’t human and she hasn’t interacted meaningfully with them until Greg. The thing is, despite what gem society is trying to enforce, gems do function very similarly to humans, they’re just not allowed to show it. So, yes, she and the gems around her do have feelings the same way humans do, but they don’t know how to manage those emotions, or how to treat them in others.

Plus, Rose was raised as a diamond. Her awareness of this is even LESS than other gems. You can’t really expect her to understand how her relationship with Greg is hurting Pearl, or how much influence she had over Spinel—that Spinel would follow that order for eternity, how much she meant to her. You can’t expect her to know how to deal with Bismuth and how to tell her that shattering is wrong nicely. Emotions are not only foreign to her, but she has grown to believe they are dangerous after what happened to Pink Pearl.

Plus, with the other diamond’s treatment towards her, she doesn’t believe she matters. She cannot possibly believe that all these people look up to her THAT much. She’s not used to having influence, to having a say in anything. She doesn’t believe she’s anything to revere, to look up to, to feel these strong, very human emotions towards. Plus, she views change as something natural for humans to do, but not for gems. This is part of why she wants to have Steven so much, because she wants to partake in human life, in change, and she doesn’t realize that she has been doing that since before she even went on Earth—that her going from having frequent outbursts from the neglect she experienced to pushing those feelings so deep down inside her that being secretive became one of her characteristics is already such a big change. That change came naturally to her, that it can, and does come naturally to all gems.

No, she’s so in her own head about her reverence of humans, of life, that she overlooks herself and her own kind. She wants this new thing, this thing that she finds beautiful and full of life and growth, that she doesn’t realize all those things are also present in herself, in her own kind.

Yes, she did hurt various people, and the reasoning doesn’t excuse those actions, doesn’t undo the pain, but it does explain a lot of things. She was lead to believe that she didn’t have influence, that she didn’t matter, that she didn’t deserve to rule, that people couldn’t possibly look up to her. And that being open about her emotions was dangerous, that she would hurt those she loved with them, that she could never be open. That she wasn’t capable of change in any meaningful way, that she would remain stagnant, that no matter how much she tried to distance herself from her identity as a diamond, that’s all she would ever be on her own, that she couldn’t outgrow that and couldn’t become something else, something that she wanted. That she couldn’t become a real person.

She never knew how much she mattered to people, how much she could matter, and so she wanted to at least have part in something that mattered through Steven.

GAHH I LOVE JASPIS!!! I do think their portrayal in both the original series and Future is warranted, though. This is a children’s show that decided to tackle the topic of an abusive relationship. This was how it had to end, and I’m glad it ended like this, honestly, otherwise it would send the wrong message. I don’t see any meaningful way for them to interact in future that wouldn’t have undermined everything jaspis and Malachite represent in the show.

That doesn’t mean I can’t be a freak in fandom spaces, though 😍

Honestly, specifically because gems are so distanced from our human conventional means of expressing a relationship, I don’t even know much I’d want them to even engage in stuff like kissing. Which might be part of what draws me in so much, that their relationship can be as weird and fucked up and unconventional as I want because they have no idea about societal norms (*-`ω´- )人

My views of them are still very abstract, and not very fic-worthy as of right now, except maybe some introspective monologues of Malachite. But I do really, really love their relationship and all the ways they manage to hurt each other 💗 And I also really love that SU managed to tackle a mutually abusive situation like this so well and in such a… simple way for kids to understand? Alone at Sea my beloved. And the way Jasper manhandles Lapis…… Lord. Everyone stand up for the toxic yuri rep 🙏

Hhhhnngh. Yes. Pearlrose. Another beloved… Also definitely agree with what you said. It’s over, isn’t it? Is such an amazing song. And Pearl is so relatable in general, her reverence of Rose and the way she felt so special because she thought she was the only person Rose didn’t hold secrets from. How she convinced herself that was enough, that the emotional connection was enough and so profound, that she didn’t mind that Rose would date humans so often because she thought what they had was the only real relationship Rose had. And while Rose did love her, I don’t think it was like that. Pearl was important to her but so many people were important to her, all the while she didn’t feel important to any of them. So she didn’t think those things mattered to Pearl as much as they actually did. She didn’t know what Pearl wanted from her, and Pearl didn’t either, outside of her being unwilling to voice it because she would always view Rose as being above her, even if she wasn’t officially her diamond anymore. And Pearl didn’t even resonate human life all that much, so she would feel so… gross for perhaps wishing for human-like aspects to her relationship with Rose, like kissing and exclusivity and whatnot, for being jealous of other people for having that. This is why she latched onto fusion so hard when she wanted to show off in front of Greg—this is the one physical thing she has that humans don’t. She’s moreso trying to reassure herself that her relationship with Rose is deeper than Rose’s relationship with a human could even be, to reassure herself that it’s enough even if it feels like it isn’t.

Tysm for the ask!! I love Steven Universe ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ Have a fantastic day! 💞💓

[jordanlisgirlfriend]

The things we cannot see

Pairing: Jordan Li x reader

warning: not proofread, eventual smut

summary: after hooking up with jordan right before the summer you are trying to navigate how to be friends with the only person you've ever loved.

The campus used to be so much more intimidating during my first year, but over the course of my first year it became so small. As I made my way through the herd of freshmen looking for their dorms, pushing and shoving into each other trying to make it to my own room. With all the chaos around me, I feel my face make contact with another girl's face. I pull back a bit to put some  distance between us, to get a better look at her face. Her beautiful brown eyes expanded like a deer caught headlights. I offer a smile to diffuse the awkwardness to no end.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. It's just so busy here and everyone was pushing into each other, and it's so chaotic, I’m so sorry” she said also immediately to try and explain away the situation, it was almost comical how she was tripping over her words. “ its quite alright,  I usually prefer when people buy me dinner before they try to kiss me sweetheart” “oh that’s not what I was doing, I swear, I didn’t mean to kiss you” “ relax, it was just a joke. The first day is always brutal in these hallways, so expect to kiss a few strangers, good thing i happened to kiss a cute one at least” she started to blush uncontrollably. I have always been a flirt but not in order to get into peoples pants it was more of a way to connect with people instantly. People loved to be complimented, so by default they automatically liked me. “ I’m y/n by the way, we’ve kissed the least I can do is introduce myself” “ Marie. I’ve been walking in circles and i think i can officially consider myself lost because i cant seem to find my dorm” she hands me the piece of paper she is holding for me to check it out. “ oh this was my dorm was my dorm last year, you are on the wrong floor. I grab her hand and lead her to the staircase. “Oh my god, you are a live saver,  i owe you one, whatever you need let me know and i mean anything at all.”

“ I’ll hold you to that” you wave her off heading toward the staircase once again.

After settling into your dorm, you decide to head to the indoor training gym, assuming everyone would be out on the field watching golden boy. The freshmen were always obsessing over him. The gym was quiet so you decide to work on your agility and endurance, running over the same drills repeated enjoying the complete silence except for your heavy breathing. You were so zoned in you didn’t even notice Jordan standing next to your target practice, almost blasting into him. “Fuck dude, I could’ve seriously hurt you.” They looked  at me smugly, “Not with those weak blasts, I think I'll be just fine.” You turn away from them and try to get back to your training. “ you’ve been avoiding me, and i know you are going to say that you haven’t but I know that its not just all in my head because every time we had planned to meet up over the summer you were magically busy or something came up, yet you had time to hang out with everyone else except for me.”  you stop in your tracks and turn to face them. “ first off I’m not avoiding you, just wanted to give us both a bit of space, a cooling period if you will. I had to for both our sakes because nothing like that can ever happen again, you know that right?” “ what I know is that we hooked up, so what, its not that big of a deal and we can move past it can’t we? You are my best friend, i wouldn’t want to do anything to mess that up, but its a lot harder to have a friendship when it feels like you are a thousand miles away.” Jordan moves in closer holding out there hands for you to hold. In their female form their hands are almost the same size as yours, you hesitantly interlock their fingers with yours. You thought that with 3 months away from Jordan your feelings would have settle but the moment your hands made connect all you could think about was the warmth radiating from their body and what you do to be wrapped up in them once again. “ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so distant just needed the time and space to sort somethings out, because you are one of Andre’s bestfriends before you are mine and it would just be so selfish of me to not only ruin our friendship but also yours and Andre’s. I had to think and I do love being your friend but not exactly sure how to do that right now without it being awkward. It will take me a moment to adjust, so just give me some time.” Jordan was looking at you so intensely that you felt your insides turning, under their stare you became a nervous mess, the butterflies in your stomach were erupting. So you stepped back breaking the eye contact and letting go of their hand as if the closeness to them might lead to you doing something stupid again so instead you choose to break the tension. “ do you want to train with me? I could use some help” “ I would but I’ve got to go catch up on some work for Brink, how about we meet up tomorrow at like 8pm in here, the gym should be empty” you start to panic, you could not under any circumstances be alone in a room with Jordan motherfucking Li, it simply could not happen. You knew you would mess up and you would mess up big time. “ could we do 6 pm instead? I’ve got dinner with the family tomorrow” you said lying through your teeth. “ yeah I guess 6 is alright” they say as they head for the door, waving you off. You fall onto the mat, laying there for a second and all you could think was fuck I’m screwed. 

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[mimikoflamemaker]

Faerunian Writing Challenge - Day 7

7. A heated argument with a companion/LI

(Certainly heated from one side for sure)

Elminster and Gale departed her side at the same time almost, one disappearing into the blinking light of a portal, while the other retreated towards his tent without so much as a glance at her. Neve was left in the middle of the camp, feeling her muscles nearly cramp beneath the weight of anger that begged to be directed somewhere. Githyanki, Vlaakith, whatever bullshit their dream guardian was spinning, Karlach complaining about the rising discomfort from her engine and now this. Right now she wouldn’t be surprised if she woke up to a mindflayer staring down ay her.

She could tell others were watching her, likely itching to hear the details of the conversation they tried to keep private.

Well, she was about to indulge them she supposed, though not in the way they expected, probably.

A wave of warmth alerted her to the approaching tiefling in question. She bounded over to her, nearly vibrating with excitement.

‘Aww… was that Gale’s granddad?!’

Neve closed her eyes, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose.

‘No’ she huffed, before catching herself and continuing in a kinder tone. ‘That was Elminster Aumar, arguably the greatest wizard of our time. He knew Gale before the tadpole and now he came to him with a… request. I’ll explain better once I’ll speak with Gale, okay?’

‘Sure soldier! Though you two don’t look all that good after talking to that Ele… Elminster if I am to be honest with you.’

‘You don’t have to tell me that’ the elleth sighed, mustering a parody of a smile that would fool no one. ‘I’ll talk to you later…’

She turned on her heel and stalked off towards the tent where the wizard disappeared, hoping that no one else would stop her. And they seem to know better than to try, even though she could feel at least one set of eyes trailing her movement across the camp.

She didn’t bother with courtesy, pushing the tent flap away and stepping inside without announcing her presence first.

It was her own fault then, that she was greeted with a full magical reflection of Gale as he examined the new addition to the orb’s imprint, the magic seal still glowing lightly upon his skin. Neve felt her fingers curl into fists at the sight of it.

‘What the fuck was that?’ she spat, the words tasting like bile on tongue.

‘Elminster brought me a message from Mystra’ the wizard replied, pulling his shirt closed and dissipating his reflection with a flick of his fingers. His tone was measured, not rising to her obvious anger, though she could tell his shoulders were taut enough to snap. ‘And she provided us with a resolution to our problem…’

‘I was standing right there’ she interrupted him. ‘I heard the same words. And I still have the same question for you – what the fuck was that?! You cannot tell me you are seriously considering…?!’

‘Why not?’ Gale’s tone grew defensive as if he was trying to shield himself from her words. ‘All I need to do was find myself at the right place and the right time… and let go. That shouldn’t be any harder than loosening an arrow, if you think about it…’

Neve let out a frustrated sound. She  wasn’t expecting for half a second that this is going to be easy, but they seemed to have accelerated towards catastrophe over the course of last three days and she felt like she was grasping at straws.

‘Spare me’ her hands were itching to throw something, but she chose to fold them over her chest and dug her fingers into her forearms. ‘Especially if you’re going to come up with such piss-poor comparisons… You are a smart man Gale, but in case it didn’t sink in… Mystra, your goddess, just requested… no. She ordered you to kill yourself. And she didn’t even bother to make that request in person. She should have, mind you, if only for the sake of what was allegedly between the two of you once…’

‘Allegedly?!’ the wizard exclaimed, incensed for all the wrong reasons. ‘Excuse…’

‘We are not discussing your love life again’ she cut in. ‘Certainly not now, when she had turned you into a time bomb…’

‘Well, I was a bomb before and you didn’t seem to mind’ Gale cut in, his frown only growing deeper. ‘Now at the very least we get to decide when it will detonate.’

She walked into that one, she had to own it. Even if the clipped words hurt. She was standing here exactly because it bothered her, ever since she first learned he had that problem. Ever since she saw him in pain because of it, not to mention since she started to consider him a friend.

‘Hells, Gale! Consider it for five fucking seconds! There must be another way!’

‘Oh, I did, trust me. If the greatest wizard and the goddess of magic herself offered us only that, this must be the only way…

‘Fuck me…!’ Neve felt her arms flying outward, the desperate need to release some of the tension overriding her mental restraints. ‘This right here tells me exactly that you are not thinking! You’re one of the smartest men I’ve ever met… and this is what you are going to do?! Roll over and follow through, because the old man in a fancy hat and your former lover said so?!’

The wizard’s gaze darkened visibly and she felt the tiny pinpricks of… was it the weave? Sliding across her skin. It felt decidedly less pleasant than when he allowed her to taste it for the first time.

‘I would consider your next word very carefully’ it was probably the first time she had heard the threat, underlying his voice.

She wouldn’t be herself however, if she didn’t go and poke the enraged owlbear in the eye.

‘Why? Because you don’t want to hear that your goddess is a bitch? She is – demanding the ultimate sacrifice because you went a little too far in trying to prove your devotion to her? Hardly a fitting punishment if you ask me…’

‘I don’t. And I’m beginning to wonder if you had paid any attention to what I have told you. I crossed the line and…’

‘She is still a bitch!’ she wouldn’t be listening to him blaming himself again, especially not now. ‘You were young and in love and… did you act like a fool? Maybe! That’s no reason for such a… All I’m hearing is bullshit, is what I’m saying! And we’ve been defying the odds rather splendidly so far. I won’t hear it anymore! There is another way to destroy the Absolute, and we are going to find it!’

Something she said had dissipated the anger in an instant and Gale offered her a tired smile. In the dimmed light of the tent, he looked very drawn and very tired.

‘Thank you. You might think differently though, when we finally arrive at that point…’

She was fairly certain that she somehow picked the sound that left her mouth from Lae’zel.

Gale, if anything , appeared even further amused. Whatever stopped him from moping she supposed.

‘I won’t!’ she repeated and she had little idea of where she suddenly gained so much conviction. She wasn’t going to complain about it though. ‘You are not blowing yourself up!’

‘You know, there is a difference between resolve and stubbornness’ it was a clear attempt to lighten the mood. ‘One is admirable and the other can quickly turn into stupidity…’

‘For fuck’s…!’ Neve rubbed the tense spot between her eyebrows. ‘You were supposed to say you will at least try to look at it from another angle…’

‘If it’ll make you feel better than I will…’

‘Don’t make this about me! Find some of that hubris you supposedly had once and think about yourself! Gods! Do you really want to die?!’

The silence sounded a fraction too long. Neve felt it like a punch in the gut.

‘Well I’m not letting you’ she barely managed to push the words past her lips. ‘Now I need some air’ she turned on her heel and bolted.

[harrison-abbott]

My father came around to the house yesterday. We’re trying to dismantle the shed. Outside in the garden, and, inside the shed there is a whole heap of junk and clutter. This is quite hard to describe unless you can see the task and the amount of detritus there to clear away.

For instance, there was this old chest of drawers that was so dilapidated with rot that I had to break it up so that it could be sent to the dump. The chest had not been touched in over a decade. And it had been in locked up in this shed this entire time. So I approached the chest to ‘tackle’ the issue so that it could be put into the car in smaller bits.

And as soon as I did so, this Shelob size spider jumped out of the timber.

I have arachnophobia. And I just cannot handle spiders whatsoever. Irrational fears … I cannot explain why they occur, as I’m sure many psychologists cannot. But, to somebody who has this fear, this thing was blooming huge. So I yelped away from it.

“What’s wrong with you?” my Dad said.

“Spider! Spider, there’s a huge spider on it. Can you put it somewhere else please?”

My father does not have a phobia of spiders. So he didn’t get why I physically couldn’t go near this creature. After I asked him to clear it, he didn’t take the request seriously, and when I went back to the chest, the spider hadn’t budged and it resided there clung to the wood. [I’ve never understood how spiders can survive in places like a shed that hasn’t been occupied for 10 years. How do they maintain sustenance in order to keep living? I don’t get it.]

Anyway. I persisted in asking my father for help with the spider, and he said to me,

“Well, my phobia is for rats. And I’m currently cleaning out a shed that is infested with them. You don’t see me complaining.”

That was another thing wrong with the shed. A group of rats had eaten into the shed and had been living there for years. And rodents have a tendency to eat just about anything – so they had gobbled up parts of the detritus, and left a lot of it in tatters.

And, yes, my father has a 1984-esque phobia of rats. Which developed from his one time, long ago, in Norfolk, when he was a young man: when he worked as a farmhand for a summer. And the farmers gave him the job of clearing up the bodies of the dead rats that they had lain poison out for. Dad said that there were over 200 rats that he picked up and had to dispose of. His phobia is far more understandable than my thing with spiders.

I laughed a lot. When he said those lines. Because the situation was so ludicrous. And he had a point. He was tackling the rat phobia way more than me squirming away from a big spider.

You know when something makes you chuckle and you can’t quit convulsing with laughter? Well, it was like that. And it made this awful job bearable.

[calicopilledqueen]

Yap 1

So basically nothing has gotten better. My grades are so shit right now and I have about a month to bring them up to B's and A's. I have been trying in school more but I feel like my efforts do do anything. I don't even care at this point because whatever happens in the future will probably work out. maybe. Aside from school and the bottomless pit of homework I have, being with my friends have been more stressful. Everyone (including me) just started being rude to each other and making fun of everyone, and it was funny at first but then it just got out of hand. I know I was being mean, but I've always been mean to my friends in a sarcastic-joking kind of way. It just this one PERSON, ONLY him to blame. He is also mean in a sarcastic way, but lately he just takes things to far and it doesn't help the my best friend/his sister truly believes that he is not to blame.

Let me list my reasons in chronological order:

Reason 1 - He started to mock cringe things that we say. At first it was funny, but he just repeats it over and over and OVER AGAIN. It's getting annoying. And this other girl keeps laughing when he says it but it is really not funny and if I'm being honest I don't really like her. She cannot take anything seriously.

Reason 2- This one girl in our group is really sensitive, but in a woke way. He use to joke about trans people and gay people (He is gay) and she would get really worked up. We all got kind of annoyed because you can't be hurt at small jokes that aren't even directed at you. He started talking shit about her and would say "You know who is ugly " and the mouth her name. I thought it was funny at first but I felt bad because I still like her but it is just the little things, you know?

Reason 3- The mocking thing I just explained.

Reason 4- Another girl in out group is very contrarian, always has a different opinion from us. She always says to "Choose kindness" whenever we accuse her of being two face. To summarize, she is just fake and acts nice and all "peace and love" , but talks behind a lot of peoples back. I personally don't like that since if I do not like someone I simply do not act like their friend, or distance myself from them (Apart from one other person, too long of a story to share). We use to always make fun of her mockingly, but again I felt bad because she hasn't done anything to deserve it.

Reason 5- Yet ANOTHER girl in our group is known to talk to every teenage boy in our county and she chooses the one who dislikes gay people. Honestly, considering this boy is your best friend that is pretty bad. He got mad and made this group chat without her and encouraged everyone to talk shit about her. He started to feel bad and said "Oh I still like her". OH YOU STILL LIKE HER?? You called her a whore??? I hate when people do this shit.

Reason 6- This happened a while back I just don't want to write the numbers over again. There is this girl who everyone was friends with last year that I absolutely hated. She was a stuck up, spoiled ,fat and annoying bitch that pissed me of whenever she was within 10 ft of me. She gone now anyways, but she's still in our group chat. I told everyone she is probably telling people at the other school (Our schools are combined for sports) what we say and he told me to kick her out. Then he felt bad and was like "Oh we should add her back". Yet again he does something cruel and then regrets it because it makes him feel like a bad person. I am sick and tired of him shit talking, making fun and excluding people then suddenly feeling bad not because it was mean, but because it makes himself feel bad. Don't do shit unless you stick with it.

My best friend made a video saying how we should stop blaming him for being mean, start being nicer and quit shit talking. I agree with her except for the first thing. It is all his fault. None of this would happen if he just kept his mean thoughts in. I don't know how she came to the conclusion that all of this was a group effort, but it was al l him. I don't really like him anymore because he is just a bad person and he really does bring out the worst in people. I really only like 2 people in our group because the rest of them I can't deal with.

[isaysorryverysoftly]

I just wanna explain my extremely personal relationship to the feeling of falling out of a tree because it will be a major theme in some of my literary work, just because oh my gosh i just cant stop wanting to say the sentence 'why don't we go hang out and fall out of some trees'

As i child, perhaps 9 I fell out of a tree that was probably like idk, three metres high, maybe four. At the time i said it was 7. Idk, it was certainly higher than i ever climbed before. I got that like ‘passing beyond reality’ feeling, like, i am so high i could just abandon my life and stay up here forever because they just, i’m just not in this world anymore. Anyway, I fell out of the tree and landed into a rocky outcrop, like this kind of low garden fence made out of spikey pieces of shale to denote the path from the garden section. I landed on my back upon this wall. It just felt kind of funny and good. I think i hit my head as well. There was no pain, there was no bruise at all, it felt actually really really fun. And not just the falling to. The idea that my body was this immortal thing, to feel hard things hit me and laugh at it, it felt playful, like i was play fighting with gravity. The fact i was able to laugh it off when my friends grandma came up seriously concerned that i had like died or worse, gotten expelled from walking (I dont actually think that not being able to walk is worse than dying but i wanted to make a harry potter reference here). The idea that danger could be funny was better than the absence of danger, immortality wasn’t a tool for protection, it was a tool for play, it was a tool for playful little gestures, from this feeling that the floor/ground was connected to the branches in no order. That i didn’t have to climb down the tree to get there, that i could change my mind at any time. That god would let me change my mind, and as a joke i could say ‘bye guys’ and fall off, and there would be this weird threat that i might get hurt, but i just wouldn’t. 

SO yeah what I took from this was not the fact god protects me, but that he enables certain experiences to even exist. Like I am probably the only girl in the world who can think of falling out of trees as fun, but I do all the time, and i want to, I find it so empowering, its like a core of my personality, its like something no one can take away from me. I want to do dumb shit and fall over and get covered in dirt and have none of it amount to stopping me. I want trees to snap and then laugh about it. I want to fall out of the third story building and die and get revived. I want to laugh at mortality, i want to laugh at danger, i want to laugh at precaution, at safety regulations, at fear. I want to take it seriously too, but not so seriously that i cannot laugh at it. I want to go back and forth between the two in a dance of faith and love. Danger and laughing at it. Its good. I can never now, in my mind not fathom how whimsical and fun it felt to be protected by the holy spirit in that context. I will use this experience forever to generate endless more, and this lack of fear just makes me better at loving. I am always the first one to come up with dumb dangerous ideas and everyone loves them, everyone laughs at the absurd bravery, but its a bravery made by real love, a real feeling love from the angels who saved me in that situation, or whatever inner holy love god power thing did, whatever. It’s all real, i don't say dumb stuff out of pessimism, ever. I don’t say ‘what if you just did a backflip right now’, because i want someone to get hurt. No, I say it out of maniacal love, because i want my friends to do anything that would be cool or crazy or funny because god is real, and everything is possible, and everything is good. The only limit is when i get bored of doing dumb backflips which is actually pretty quick, like i could probably watch like three backflips tops until i get bored, 6 if they were a part of some kind of joke, and the joke was constantly evolving. Like idk, if someone was doing like an impression of someone but then they just started adding backflips at really weird times during the impression. Idk…

So yeah in conclusion, experience a miracle, i think, but it doesn’t even matter, i feel like a godly lesson was imparted on me, the following: It’s not just that i am protected by miracles, it’s that my experience can be extended by miracles, that i could laugh and joke on the side of hope, on the side that we could jump out of the window and be fine, that we could smile happily and confidently at the prospect that we would be saved at doing that. That it wouldn’t have to be an ironic imagination, filled with dark humour. That it would feel like we really could do that miracle, and it would just be funny and whimsical and awesome, and that would be the purpose of it needing to happen, because we deserve to be happy, and laugh and shine and be thankful for our ability to do such. It is a slapstick comedy that relies on god necessarily, that can't be interpreted as some kind of laughter at the pain of others, it is a divine slap-stick comedy, that relies on the wonderful mystery of our lord and this world that was made, the person getting hurt is the one to be in awe at, for they we’re brave enough to fall in this world and actually ask to be helped, to ask to work with god, in this wonderfully silly moment, to say: ‘hey god, i know what the possible is, and that would be funny and ok for now, but i really want my friends to have their minds like, actually blown, i want them to be delightfully exposed from beyond their comfort zone in a really hilarious way, and plus anyway, i just think it would be great to have more ways to extend my joke making practice, and I think all the jokes i made about dying by falling out of a tree would be better replaced by the possibility that i could fall out and still live, and then i could make jokes about that, about miraculously not dying by falling out of tree.’ I mean ofcourse, children always make jokes about miracles. ‘And then there was an awesome explosion, but i survived’ ‘You can’t survive an explosion’ ‘ yes i can… i will teleport’. But i think this miracle made my expression of this childish(positive connotation) penchant kinda more theological, a bit. Anyway yeah, concluding point: gonna be a pass on Schadenfreude, jokes about being miraculously saved and actually believing in the miracle in those jokes are wayyyyyyyy funnnnnnnnier.

Thanks for listening

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : SCARES AND LAUGHS

A/N : Requested by anon. The kids are about 16-17 years old here.

Jack was running up and down trying to find the perfect gift to get you. Flowers were already delivered as usual. He couldn’t do another car since you demanded not to. He felt like you had enough jewelry, jewelry that you barely even wore.

Luckily Mia came in with the perfect idea, plus she knew you like the back of her hand and she knows how much you love perfumes, candles and you were actually looking into collecting the original Monster High dolls.

“Mia, where is the link to that perfume she wanted?”

“I don’t have the link, but just look in her laptop. She was literally looking through it last night.” Mia yells from her spot on the couch.

Jack groans and makes his way to your home office in search of your laptop. After he made the order he made a quick use of your office restroom and as he’s washing his hands he freezes.

“What the?” He gasps out. “No way.” He takes the item and runs upstairs.

“BABE.”

“Jackman, keep it down please.” You whisper yell.

“Sorry.” He looks down on the bed, then back at you. “But you left something downstairs.”

“What?”

“This.” He pulls it out and hands it to you. “Babe, how are we going to handle all of this?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“This is too soon, I mean I love the idea about it but it’s too soon.”

“Jackman, that’s not mine.” You glare. “I’m not even healed completely, so there’s no way I would let you bust it open.”

Jack nods, “Yeah you’re right.”

“Seriously Jackman? We literally just came home with them.” You rock one of your babies in your arms.

Jack reaches for the other baby, “So who does it belong to? Because Ezequiel hasn’t been bringing girls over and Mia-“ He stops mid sentence. “She fucking didn’t.”

“Jackman.” You warn, standing up from the bed and placing your baby in the bassinet. “You don’t know that’s hers.”

He glared at you. “Is it yours? Because it’s definitely not mine or our sons. So it must be Mia’s since she’s the only other girl here.” He goes and lays down the other baby in their bassinet and grabs the baby monitor.

“Hear her out first, let her explain.”

“Our seventeen year old daughter might be pregnant and you’re telling me to let her explain? What’s there to explain? She’s having unprotected sex so that means she has a boyfriend, a boyfriend we haven’t met.” He snaps and makes his way out of the bedroom.

You quickly follow behind him, “Jackman, please handle this the right way.”

“Yes, whatever.”

You’re both at the bottom of the stairs in the living room now. You're behind Jack, biting on your lip from nerves, looking at your daughter.

She finally looks up and notices you both there so she instantly furrows her eyebrows. “Uhh, is everything okay?”

“I don’t know, is it? Do you have anything to tell us?” Jack replies snarky.

“Nooo?” Mia looks confused as ever.

“ALIZE MIA HARLOW.” Jack raises his voice a little bit. “You better start talking, now.”

Mia sits up on the couch. “I’m lost, what is going on?”

“Baby bug, everything is going to be okay.” You go sit next to her and hug her.

He snaps, “Do not baby her right now Y/N.”

“Jackman, you do not tell me what I can or cannot do with my babies.” You snap back.

“Please don’t fight, just tell me what’s going on.”

“This is what’s going on.” Jack shoves the pregnancy test at her. “Were you planning on hiding this? That’s why you’re asking to move to LA?”

“What?” Mia asks, shocked.

“You’ve been caught, stop acting surprised.” Jack rolls his eyes.

“It’s- it’s not mine I promise.”

“Baby, it’s okay.” You tell her.

Mia shakes her head, “I- I thought it was yours that’s why I left it and didn’t say anything. But it’s not mine.”

“Mia, stop lying.”

“Dad, I’m not I would-“

“IT'S NOT YOUR MOTHERS, SO WHO DOES IF BELONG TO? DO WE HAVE GHOSTS OUT OF A SUDDEN?” He yells.

Mia shrugs, “It’s not mine.”

“Stop with the lies-“ You all look up at the sound of a door opening.

“Hi, I forgot something in Nina’s office bathroom.”

You smile, “Go ahead mama.”

She nods, looks at Mia confused but keeps walking, not wanting to get involved in whatever is happening. But Jack realizes something right away.

“CASSANDRA JACKMAN HENRY WYATT, STOP RIGHT THERE YOUNG LADY.”

Cassie stops and laughs, “Tio Jack Jack, please be serious because that’s not even my name.”

“It is when you’re in deep shit.” He raises his eyebrows.

“What did I do?”

“You know damn well what you did and what you forgot inside that restroom.”

Cassie goes wide eyed “Nino-“

Jack shakes his head “No, don’t try to sweet talk me. That puppy dog look will not work on me.”

“But I can explain.”

He nods, “You bet your ass you’re gonna explain.”

Cassie fidgets with her bracelet but stays quiet, Jack goes to sit down on the couch, looking at his goddaughter waiting for her to start talking. “Explain.”

Cassie takes in a deep breath “Okay so Me and EZ-“

“ANGEL EZEQUIEL HARLOW GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!” Jack yells, standing up.

“He was making a run for it.” Comes from the entrance “What did this rascal do now?” Clay asks, pulling Ezequiel inside the house from his shirt.

“You got Cassie pregnant? She’s like your sister.”

“WHAT?”

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Copelan and Sunni are walking in as well.

“Tio, I was going to say Ezequiel and I went to a clinic. He came with me for support, no way would we cross that line.” Cassie shakes her head.

“Cassandra, honey.” You stand up and go to her, you hand her the test you took from Mia. “I think you need to look at this.”

She looks down to it and shrugs, “I took it earlier and I saw it already, I was crying, scared for my life so Ezequiel recommended we go to a clinic and get a second confirmation because he apparently knows these at home tests aren’t legit.”

“So are you pregnant or not Cassandra?” Jack asks.

“No, they confirmed and said I’m not pregnant and I actually got my period as we were leaving the clinic.”

“Damn, I can’t believe you thought I got her pregnant.” Ezequiel gags. “

“Shut up.” Cassie rolls her eyes. “You wish.”

“EWWW NO.”

Sunni pinches EZ’s cheeks, “He’s too busy crushing on Victoria.”

Cassie gags, “She’s a bitch and I don’t know how you like her so much.”

Mia rolls her eyes from her spot on the couch and looks at her dad. “I believe I deserve an apology.”

Jack nods, “I’m sorry baby, I just panicked which isn't an excuse. Just the thought of my oldest daughter getting pregnant.”

“No offense to you and mom, but you guys having newborn twins who cry and poop all day, it isn’t fun and I wouldn’t want to do that right now.”

“Cassandra, you know you have to tell your parents right?”

“But Tio, I don’t want to.” Cassie whines “My dad will kill me and bury me.”

Copelan smiles, “Not to you, to the loser that got you pregnant most likely.”

“Yeah, speaking of.” Clay sits down staring at Cassie. “Who would’ve been the father? Because as far as we all know, you and Mia aren’t dating so explain yourself there.”

Jack shakes his head but you speak up, “No details, as long as Mia or Cassandra aren’t actually pregnant, I’m good with that.”

“CASSANDRA AND MÍA ARE WHAT NOW?”

“Shit.” Cassie mumbles.

“Ha, I need to see this shit show- Oww why are you hurting me?” Ez glares at Mia.

Mia shakes her head. “Tú y tíos tienen que aprender cómo callarse.” She goes up to her godfather smiling. “Hi Nino Urby.”

“Don’t sweet talk me right now Mia Wyatt Harlow.” Urban glares, “I just walked in to your mom saying you or Cassie are pregnant.”

“Here we go again.” Ez rolls his eyes. “Long story short, Mia and Cassie aren’t pregnant, they just both had a pregnancy scare.”

“EZEQUIEL.”

“YEA-WAIT WHAT?”

“Shit, they didn’t know about you having a scare last week?”

“No.” Mia glares, “No they didn’t.”

“OKAY.” Jack speaks up. “The three of you sit down, I guess we’re having the birds and bees talk all over again.”

The three teens groan “NOOO.”

“Oh we definitely are if two out of three are having pregnancy scares.” Urban adds.

“You girls need to learn like me, just don’t have sex.” Ezequiel shrugs.

Cassie and Mia laugh, “Okay Mr I took some girl back to Tío Copelan and Tio Sunnis place last night.”

“ENOUGH.” You roll your eyes and massage your temples. “I have newborn twins upstairs, I’m running on no sleep. The girls aren’t pregnant, Ezequiel is not allowed to go to his uncle's house on the weekends anymore, problem solved.” You make your way to the stairs.

“Babe, it’s not actually solve-“

You glare “Jackman.”

“Okay, okay.” He stands up and heads to you. “Let’s go check on our twins.”

That leaves Urban, Clay, Sunni, Copelan in the living with Mia, Ezequiel and Cassie.

“You want these?” Sunni asks EZ

“Yes, thank you.” Ezequiel grabs the small bag of baby carrots, rips open the bag and starts chewing on them. “Feeling nervous a bit.” He tries to joke about it but Sunni smiles, knowing well that he eats the carrots whenever he’s feeling anxious.

Urban smiles, then quickly his entire face changes and turns to face the girls “Okay, we have to talk about safe sex guys-“

“Tio Urb!”

“DAD!”

“Urban! Go home!”

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[jmdbjk]

I am going to be honest here.

There has been a lot of ... conflict ... on the blogs these last few days.

Like most, when I saw the notif for the live, I turned it on and saw Tae.. at JK's... and dread filled me. Then Hobi was visible and that dread dissipated instantly. I watched the chaos and then it was over in a blink. But the dread came back because I know what happens: the scum crawls out of their corners to start their idiocy. That's the foundation of this dread that creeps in. I'm mostly a positive person but I react with my whole self when I detect the stench of that sort of rot.

I am calling myself out for allowing a toxic segment of the fandom to influence how I feel toward interactions between certain members. It is not the behavior of the members of BTS that is influencing this negativity in me, it is the actions of people who aggressively bully others in order to diminish the bonds between members that does it ... I am aware that it is a weakness of mine. I am far from perfect and I need to work harder at combating that.

In like two minutes, JK came back and adorably (ADORABLY I SAY) folded his underwear and toe socks in front of us for another 12 minutes and then was gone. He had to pack for a trip, get a little rest and be up and running to the airport.

Still, after sleeping on it, I woke up irritated... ticked off... at Tae.

Not for the reasons that I see everyone blowing up over... I was ticked off because of Tae's irresponsibility... because was Hobi really ready to show us his haircut? Hobi, who knows what it all means to us? Hobi who had to say "this is what we all have to do." Hobi who had to come on IG and give us some pics of it after the fact?

I consoled myself with the thought that maybe he was ok with it and told Tae to go ahead ... maybe he thought this would be a good way to break it to us... who knows.

And I calmed down and am fine with it all after I saw the translations. Hobi is a grown man. He can handle it.

I was also concerned that, what if there were things laying around that were visible that maybe Jungkook didn't want us to see? LIKE HIS UNDERWEAR HAHAHAHA! Seriously though, I don't know what, just stuff that would cause him to have to explain... YOU KNOW HOW WE ARE! WE PICK APART EVERYTHING!

Right away there he was the doing the laundry... HIS UNDERWEAR HAHAHAHA! In his 12-minute follow-up live, he eventually said "why am I showing you this side of me? Maybe this isn't something you need to see..."

Anyway.

I am glad Tae and Hobi spent some time with Jungkook. It is still so refreshing to see them being candid and spontaneous and I love knowing they see each other. WE NEVER KNOW ANYTHING UNLESS THEY SHOW US/TELL US!

Tae looking up at Hobi so lovingly and hugging him gave me a sharp pang in my chest. Tae literally going "oops, gotta go, car is here" and poof, turns off the live, is such a normal slice-of-life moment.

JK just going about his business in his own space while his hyungs were there was also just a rare precious moment we NEVER get to see and I am thankful for it!

As for the things I've seen people saying...

If you want to bash me for not taking up sides, go ahead.

If you want to criticize me for not agreeing with your point of view, go ahead.

If you think I am being blind to a situation that YOU believe is happening, go ahead. I don't care.

Hating on one member is not going to diminish the hate another member receives because the hate is embedded in those bad actors BECAUSE THEY ARE LUNATICS WHO BELIEVE IN A FALLACY and adding more hate does not cancel it out. Think about that.

Army fandom is very segmented right now. It is understandable. We all have our faves and we individually move to the beat of that drum.

But do not frame EVERYTHING that happens between specific members to be about the relationship of said members. That is tunnel vision and not realistic whatsoever.

Jimin and Jungkook are the two that I pay closest attention to so I cannot speak on what makes Tae do the things he does. What we see is just a fraction of what goes on. What we see (or do not see) on social media does not prove anything.

I love BTS as a group and I love each individual member. They each have their own personalities and they all love and support each other.

Bottomline: I am on Team Bangtan, what team are you on?

We don't know everything.

[attemptingwriter]

Truth, Dare, or Statistics

Sylvester Dodd x Reader

Warnings: fluff, female reader, bit of self-deprecating talk, Paige outs your crush on Sly

"You should just tell him." Paige's voice startled me out my trance. I shook my head and turned to look at her.

"What?"

She sighed. "You need to tell Sylvester. It would make you feel better."

"Oh no. No, no, no. I cannot tell him! He is a certified genius and I'm just a nobody. Seriously, I don't even know why you guys let me hang around," I said.

Paige sat next to me at the table, laying a hand on my arm. "You are not a nobody. Everyone loves having you around. You are smarter than you think and you help everyone here."

I laid my head on her shoulder, resting my hand on hers. "Thanks Paige. But still, Sly could do so much better than me."

"He really couldn't. He loves you."

I shot straight up and stared at her. "Nu uh. You are kidding me."

Paige smiled. "You're just too busy denying everything to see it. But I see they way he looks at you when you're not paying attention. You're the moon to him."

My face scrunched in confusion. "Isn't it normally 'you're the sun'?"

"How do you look at the sun?" Paige countered.

"I don't. It hurts."

"And how do you look at the moon?"

I sighed, seeing her point. "Like it's the most beautiful thing in existence. But come on, Paige."

Paige shook her head. "Don't you dare. I may not be a certified genius but I can tell when someone's in love."

I shrugged.

Paige patted my shoulder. "You'll see." She ignored my gaze as she stood from the table and walked off. She walked over to the staircase and called up to our friends.

"Guys, break time! Get down here!"

She had a smile on her face as she walked back over to me and pulled me to the couch.

Surprisingly, our friends had listened to her and came downstairs.

"What's going on, Paige?" Walter asked, taking a seat next to his girlfriend.

Paige pulled out her phone and began typing. "You guys have been up there for hours so it's time for a break. I ordering pizza and we're gonna play a game."

"Ooh, what kind of game?" Toby asked.

Paige finished ordering and put her phone away. "We're gonna play Truth, Dare or Statistics."

"What's that?" Happy asked, grabbing a chair from the table.

"It's like basic truth or dare but you have the option to ask for a statistical question. So if it was my turn and I asked (Y/N) "truth, dare or statistic" and she chose statistic, I would ask a statistical question such as "how many women have green eyes". She would give me an answer and if she was correct, it'd be her turn to ask somebody else but if she gets it wrong then I get to make her do whatever I want." Paige explained.

"I like this game!" Toby exclaimed, sitting by Happy.

"I take it I'm in charge of deciding if a statistics answered correctly?" Sylvester asked. He grabbed a chair and moved to sit by me so we were all sitting in a circle.

"Yup. Ready to play?"

The group agreed and the game began. Toby managed to dare Happy to let Paige dress her in one of her outfits and Walter got asked who he was secretly jealous of. (He tried to get out of it but said it was Sly.)

The pizza came after a couple of rounds and we chowed down as we continued on with the game.

We were dying of laughter as Sylvester got dared to sing the National Anthem in falsetto. Finally Paige turned to me.

"Truth, dare, or statistic, (Y/N)?"

"Statistic. Let's see if my random ability to guess numbers works on this."

"What is the likelihood that Sylvester has a crush on you?"

Everything went quiet. I felt frozen as Paige's question processed in my head. I couldn't look at anybody else but Paige, too scared to see what their reaction would be.

"0%. We've talked about this Paige," I answered quietly.

"But you're wrong! Please, I just want to see my best friends happy!" Paige pleaded.

I shook my head and stood up. "Thanks for trying, Paige. I'll see you later."

I started walking away when Sylvester called out. "Paige is right! Don't you want to hear the correct answer?"

I stopped walking and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Sure," I said turning around, faking a smile.

Sly took a deep breath, fiddling with his fingers. "The likelihood that I have a crush on you is not 0%. It's 100%. I've just been too scared to say anything because I thought you could do better."

"Sly, no one could be better than you. You're a literal genius and so so kind to everyone. What's not to love about you?" I walked over to where Sylvester was standing, fighting the nerves.

Sly smiled and took my hand. "So what do you say? Will you let me take you on a date?"

I smiled back and nodded.

"Finally!" Toby yelled.

I jumped and turned to face my friends that I forgot were still here. "What?"

"We've been waiting forever for you two to finally confess." Happy explained.

"The fact that you couldn't see the pining happening was excruciating! I was dying to force you two into a closet till you guys kissed but Paige said no." Toby added.

"Which is why I'm confused you practically forced them to say something now." Walter pitched in.

Paige grimaced. "I know. I didn't want to force you guys to do anything but I didn't want to see you in pain coming up with different scenarios where Sly rejected you, (Y/N). The guys needed a break from their work so they wouldn't get burned out and I saw an opportunity."

I glared at Paige before smiling gently. "Well, thank you I guess. I probably wouldn't have done anything if you hadn't intervened."

Sylvester squeezed my hand and smiled. "At least we know now. No sense worrying about what might have been."

I nodded and leaned against him. "I think we've had enough of a break. Sly, wanna show me what you've been working on?"

Sly nodded and began talking about his project as we made our way upstairs. I looked back over my shoulder and smiled at Paige, giving her a silent thank you.

She smiled back and nodded.

[lamelycool]

Complex Conclusions

Data Soong & Geordi La Forge

Summary: (a fic HEAVILY inspired of the episode Eye of the Beholder) Data contemplates suicide and the reasoning behind it. Geordi does his best to explain.

Tw: talk of suicide and suicidal thoughts

"Geordi, may I ask you a possibly triggering question?"

"Oh um, sure you can Data. What's on your mind?" Geordi glances over his shoulder as he continues to do calibrations.

"Have you ever contemplated suicide? "

Geordi pauses and turns to Data. "Oh, wow okay. One of those heavy talks..." Geordi huffs out a breathy chuckle then continues, "Well um no, I've never... at least not seriously. Life gets hard sometimes. Especially growing up blind. But I have too much to live for. I could never can't even think about it. Why do you ask? Is everything alright?" Geordi asks with concern.

"I am simply trying to understand the subject better. Specifically, why would someone choose to willing terminate their life?"

Geordi pauses and thinks carefully of his to respond. How to explain in a way Data would understand? And how to explain it at all really? Why couldn't Data ask someone like Deanna or Beverly, someone more experienced... Just the duties of a best friend to a curious android though he supposed.

"Well uh Data, I don't really know. I mean there are many reasons someone might choose to. But I suppose it is overall to 'fix' something they believe is wrong or a problem? The best conclusion they see? I- I don't know Data it's complicated..."

"A conclusion? The conclusion being that death is the best solution?" Data tilts his head then nods. "Ah, I believe that I understand. I have been in a similar situation myself."

This grabs Geordi's full attention and he quickly turns to face Data and asks in shock, "Really?"

"Yes. My first months after being activated were a difficult time. And there were many problems that occurred with me becoming more sentient."

"Because of your nural nets forming? " Geordi offers.

"Yes, as I learned and acquired more skills my newly developed nural pathways took over less complex pathways. The process was very dissorienting. "

"I'd bet... "

"And as my systems grew in complexity, it became increasingly difficult to integrate new pathways into my neural net... I came to the conclusion it would be safer and easier to shut myself down and start again. In a way it would've been suicide. "

"Oh Data... What did you decide to do?"

"I decided against doing so and gained a new outlook. I decided to face my problems as challenges to be overcome. Not as 'road blocks' that stop me."

"That's a good way to look at it Data. Was that... was that the only time? The only time you thought of...committing?" Geordi inquiries cautiously.

"I have on three other occasions. That being when I first lost someone to death, when encounterimg a being that altered my thoughts, and during academy."

"Academy? Starfleet Academy? Why?"

"Yes Starfleet Academy. In academy I was learning how to interact with others properly. But my fellow students did not tend to like me because of my android nature. And the few who were kind tended to view me simply as an intricate piece of machinery that they wished to study. Not as a person or friend. It was overall a... confusing and isolating experience. Because while I cannot feel lonely or hurt, it is still not a situation I would wish to be in."

"That's terrible Data I'm sorry. You don't deserve that you are as much a person as anyone else is. Hell you're the kindest person I know!" Geordi exclaims angry that anyone could treat Data so poorly. It always makes him upset when people treat Data like he is not a person, just a computer, like he's less than.

"If I may ask... Did you contemplate then because of any particular event during Academy or? "

"Indeed. I was uncomfortable yes, but not enough to contemplate suicide. I did so after being in a situation which conflicted with my code. I was in a way ordered to do so. In fact it was the event that caused me to be able to choose to disobey. That if following a order is harmful or goes against my moral code I will not follow said order not matter from who. "

"That's terrible! Did you tell someone? Did you report it? How could someone say something so... so... so cruel?! Who said that? Never mind I don't wanna know. I'd have to have a word or two with the jerk...telling my friend to off himself... What a dick. " Gerodi rants angrily trailing off into murmuring.

"It is alright Geordi. And no I did not. I did not wish to risk their career simply because of their views. Aswell as in the end they did teach me a lesson which caused me to develope further. They taught me further free thought, that not all people are kind, and that not all think the same way I do morally."

"Yah... But still no has the right to talk you in such a way okay? You are no less a person than anyone else. Hell, you're one of the best people I know! Kind, loyal, helpful, and hardworking. Not to mention a great friend."

"Thank you Geordi... You are a great friend to me aswell. I'm sorry Geordi, I must pologize. "

"Apologize? What for?"

"I do not believe that I have expressed how grateful I am for you Geordi. You are in a lot of ways my first friend. And you have become more than that. You are very dear to me. My closest friend. My best friend. "

"Data... ", tears begin pool in Geordi's eyes and he out stretches his arms, "come here buddy!"

Data leans forward into Geordi's embrace and they hug tightly. Their hug is as tight as their bond with one another. They are the best of friends, brothers, and much more. Their bond is just too complex to explain with words. So simply they are more.

[rin-itoshi]

mc’s departure | obey me

summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom

contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk

♯ LUCIFER

he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.

his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.

after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.

he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.

everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.

he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.

barely leaves his room, only works.

never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.

♯ MAMMON

he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once

after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.

once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.

he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.

it never works because everything reminds him of you.

sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.

literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.

pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.

money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.

♯ LEVIATHAN

curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.

stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.

couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.

every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.

struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.

claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you

sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D

writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.

♯ SATAN

reading. that’s all he does.

he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.

uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.

will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.

gets angry. a lot.

the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.

he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.

his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.

♯ ASMODEUS

loses his interest in everything.

forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.

forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.

like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.

cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.

wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.

neglects himself for a while.

♯ BEELZEBUB

poor bby isn’t hungry for once.

can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.

spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.

misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.

sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.

clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.

accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.

♯ BELPHEGOR

either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.

no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.

locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.

even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.

nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.

partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.

sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.

complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.

“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”

Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”

“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”

Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”

Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”

Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.

Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“

The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.

“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”

Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”

“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”

“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.

“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.

Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”

The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.

“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”

“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.

A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.

A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”

“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.

After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.

Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.

a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT

[rist-ix]

Hi, first of all, I just wanted to say how much I love your sparxshipping stories! I've been completely obsessed with them, and I'm just re-reading them over and over until a new chapter comes. Righ now, I'm re-reading Sparked and I'm wondering what would've happened if Valtor's finale plan had worked. If Bloom had given in and stayed with Valtor in order to save her friends. Would it have turned into a more twisted and smuttier Beauty and The Beast?

I… have never actually thought about that. I was pretty set on the showdown with the ancestresses from the beginning, and Valtor's plan was more build up than anything. But that question is so delicious there's only one way to do it justice. With a snippet! Full chapter to follow

He finds her on the higher terraces of Cloud Tower. Leaning against the railing, head lowered and arms wrapped around herself.

Lightning flashes from the clouds below, illuminating her silhouette. He'd only left her for a few minutes, he's well aware of that, but it had felt so much longer. It's not like he had seriously considered she would try to run away. She's already gone too far for that, was too determined to save her friends. But the mere possibility…

No, he felt so much better now that he had her in his sight. And from now on, he thinks with a bitter, satisfied kind of relief, it could always be this way. If he told her so, she'd never be beyond his reach again.

He closes the distance between them in four long steps, the restlessness in his nerves finally settling when he wraps his arms around her waist, kisses her shoulder where her shirt had slid down her arm.

Bloom stiffens, but doesn’t pull away.

“Is it done?”

He'd roll his eyes if he weren’t so preoccupied with savoring this moment.

“Of course, dearest” he says softly, never straying too far from her skin. “All is as promised.”

As it was meant to be.

He nudges her neck with his nose and presses another kiss above her pulse. And she may be angry with him, miserable even, but she cannot hide how her breathing goes shallow for a moment. How the fine hair at her nape rises, goosebumps spreading over her skin.

“The armies have retreated,” he prevents another question, another doubt from her lips. “Both Eraklyon's and Solaria's. The Trix left the city and are to return to Isis immediately. Your teachers and friends are perfectly safe and unharmed.”

She doesn’t relax, not fully, but there's a quiet, slow exhale that leaves her. Softens her stance ever so slightly.

“I want to see them,” she demands. “In person, at Alfea. To make sure they—“

“No.”

His gaze darkens and he pulls her against him as if to restrain her. As if he would have to. Bloom bares her teeth at that, he can hear it in her voice.

“I don’t trust you!” she hisses. “You've lied to me before. I have to see them for myself, a-and explain things to them!”

He'd kill them all before allowing her to hear another word from them. The only reason she came to him at all was because he ensured she would be isolated, cut off from warning voices and the reminders of what she would leave behind.

If he wants to keep her, she cannot be exposed to their influence again.

Not until he can be certain of her loyalty. Never, if he gets his way.

“I have spells you can use to look for them,” he waves her off. “You may use Cloud Tower's own if you don’t trust mine. But you will not return, Bloom. Not if you want them to remain safe.”

He doesn’t think she'd go back on her word, not if he has kept his. And she knows he could easily replicate this day's threats, or do even worse if she betrays him.

But he doesn’t trust Faragonda. Or her friends, for that matter. If Bloom told them of her decisions, while still in their reach…

His grip on her tightens, and he looks past her into the roiling clouds below.

He has no doubt that Faragonda would prevent her from returning to him. That her friends would help their teacher in this, and that Bloom would be unable to fight back against the people she held dear.

He will not risk it. Risk her.

“But they don’t know what happened to me,” she tries again, somewhat straining against his grasp, but not enough to make him let go. “They'll be worried, I have to let them know I’m okay!”

He couldn’t care less. Really, he might just prefer it if they thought her dead.

But he's not arrogant enough to count on their ignorance. It's almost certain that Stella of Solaria will put one and one together and suspect his involvement, draw the right conclusions. If she tells Faragonda what she knows, they will be able to tell well enough why his armies and threats disappeared so suddenly.

They'll know they were never his target to begin with. A mere distraction, pawns on a board meant for two players only.

He likes that image. Continuing that line of thought, he'd have captured the Queen and set the King checkmate. An image he likes even more.

“They'll live,” he tells her, indifferent. “I will send them a message, if the matter is so important to you.”

“But—“

“Don’t mistake my restraint for mercy, Bloom. We both know I have none.”

She falls quiet. Worries her lip with her teeth, most likely, and turns her face away from him.

He smiles into her hair.

It's over. She's his.

It may have taken months, allies and threats he'd usually reserve for wartimes only, but she's here. Sworn to him, won through her own choice and his careful machinations.

He's not in the habit of doubting himself, but there were times when he'd suspected this one person, this one fairy might be beyond even his ambitious grasp. When he'd considered that nothing would be able to move Bloom of Domino, last of her line, if she did not wish to be moved.

And maybe that remains true. Her desires regarding him had always been obvious, and she's dared to seek him out before, even when it cost her. To say that some part of her wanted to be here, and was glad for the excuse of some selfless sacrifice, would not be a lie. Not the full truth either, but Valtor seldom bothers with that anyway.

It doesn’t matter, in the end. Not when she is here, in his arms, and he has the power to keep it that way.

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I’ve made a deal with @for-want-of-a-nail to write this, so this is just a snippet for now. I’ll post the full sparklet on ao3 sometime today or tomorrow!