#it has always made me curious in ways i cannot explain

[thebiggestmenace]

also I think dog symbolism webweave part 2 will be up soon!! I want to have it the same length as the original (I know it doesn't need to be), so we just need 1 more song >:)

[aintnoloveintheheatofthesun]

A love letter to the brilliant, talented, lying ass, cheating heifer...Pearline 🖤

There is so much to love about this character. She is played by Jayme Lawson so jot that down.

I couldn't sleep after watching this film. Not only did she cheat, sing and kill in the space of 2 hours 18 minutes, she stole my heart, too.

Let's break this down sequentially.

Name

'Pearline' connotes something rare and beautiful. There's two elements I love about this imagery.

One - she is a shining vision in a sea of flesh. This reflects her performance on stage, where she is a sight to behold in a sea of moving bodies.

Two - she is linked to local history. For decades, African Americans found employment and even autonomy fishing oysters along the Gulf Coast. These oysters would be shipped around the nation; creating opportunity for black fishermen, chefs and entrepreneurs. Her names anchors her to the South, to black ingenuity and resilience.

Furthermore! Her solo reflects the idea that Pearline is deeply committed to her people. While Sammie wrote an original song that he had never shared before, Pearline sings a lively song where everyone could join in.

When she thumps in time with the twins' violence, I feel like that emphasises her carpe diem nature. You cannot reach the valuable part of an oyster without exerting physical force. Before we reach the climax of the song and see Jayme Lawson in all her brilliance, a sinner in the back room takes several blows to the chest. Since this takes place during the Prohibition Era we can assume that she is no stranger to violence or crime.

Look

Damn, this woman is fine. Her skin was so well lit in the film. The night scenes when she was sweating on stage (and on that table) had her looking radiant. The beat was flawless and the hair worked!

Fits

The Clarksdale train station look will always be a favourite of mine. The white fishnet gloves, the floral earrings, the dark hat with flowers at the back and the floral print dress ate down. I'm just glad Sammie saw the vision.

Her light green, silk number in the juke joint made sense. We even got a new accessories  on stage, she can be seen in her wedding ring, different dangling earrings and a shiny cuff. The matching scarf was the perfect touch and them shoes!! Lord. They took 'Pale, Pale Moon' to the next level. Speaking of that that song - I am obsessed. It went triple platinum in my house last week. Brittany Howard and Ludwig Göransson devoured.

Love interest

That introduction after Pearline first watched Sammie play did it for me. There were fireworks between them!! Only to be followed up by

"You gonna sing?" "We'll see where the night takes us"

My goodness me. This woman really said I do what I want. She walked all the way to that juke joint, got her pussy ate, and sang like never before.

Queen shit.

Character arc

We first meet Mrs Pearline in the golden light of day. She looks calm and curious; eyeing up Preacher Boy. We then learn more about her tastes (in terms of sex, music, choreography and aromatics) before seeing her in action (killing these undead motherfuckers with Annie). She starts off reserved and mysterious and later proves herself to be brave and self-assured. Her dance style is sensual, animalistic and free. Clearly, this is not her first time performing for folks in a place like this; unlike Sammie. He has only ever sung at church and on Delta Slim's territory.

Speaking of Preacher Boy! She stands side by side with him, guarding the room where they are holding Stack. She calls Smoke evil to his face when he threatens to kill her over some garlic. She shoots at vampires, stakes motherfuckers and fights to the bitter end. My girl has ice in her veins.

Background

A massive thank you to professional dancer and cultural historian Melany Centeno for her breakdown video on YouTube explaining all the ancestors in THAT scene. She found that Ahmari Vaughn played Pearline's ancestor. This dancer was dressed in Hamar cultural wear while doing traditional Nilotic dances. The Acholi people are a Nilotic ethnic group found in Sudan and Northern Uganda. They have dances like Larakaraka and Bwola; which emphasise female agility and elegance.

Also credit to Walter English. He created this reading list inspired by Ms Pearline. It explores some brilliant Black Feminist literature and historical archives.

Thoughts on the actress Jayme Lawson deserves every good thing in this world. I love this character that she has brought to life and I thoroughly appreciate how messy, beautiful and real Pearline is.

Favourite quotes by her

"Y'all are cousins? I thought you were a nice young man"

"What was in that jar?"

These quotes represent the 'fuck it, we ball mentality of Mrs Pearline. When she learns that Sammie is related to the twins, she doesn't run out of that place - she spends even more time with him. I love that for her. There's no doubt she has heard rumours of the Smoke Stack twins not-quite-legal employment history. Rather than seek the company of upstanding black folk in Clarksdale, she goes even deeper into this mess.

For the second quote, I love how Pearline is actively working to figure out how the hell they can survive. The criticisms of her character as a jezebel are not completely unfounded however this line changes things. She is a woman who feels trapped in her marriage, just like how Sammie feels trapped in his father's church.

While she is very comfortable in her sexuality; she is not defined by it. She gets head from Preacher Boy, with her wedding ring on. She performs with reckless abandon on stage to an adoring crowd.

Siren, sure. Jezebel? No.

Mrs Pearline is not a sexual object with no thoughts, no ambitions for herself. She understands that in 1932 Mississipi, the sale of alcohol is illegal and she sings in a Juke Joint. She learns that this man she has just met has notorious, gangster cousins and she continues to seek him out. She finds out that they are surrounded by cold blooded monsters and she picks up a stake, then ties it to a shotgun.

The lovers' performance

I am calling it a singular performance because these two partners, idgaf. When Pearline arrives, Sammie dares her to play. She plays it cool and returns the dare. As he sings, she makes her way over and dances for him.

Them getting nasty in the backroom is the interlude. And finally, as she sings, he is in the wings, watching her with pure adoration.

Her musical number is just as powerful and vibrant as Preacher Boy's. Both of them are shown to be deeply rooted Southerners who love their people and the arts. They even stand up to Smoke in a similar manner. When Smoke tells Sammie to live a decent life, playing gospel music in the next town, Sammie refuses. Smoke holds a gun to his head. When Pearline hesitates to eat a clove of garlic, Smoke holds a gun to her head. Neither of them back down, even when their safety is on the line.

I saw an excellent post that explores the narrative development between 'I Lied to You' and 'Pale, Pale Moon'. It is a beautifully constructed journey that takes us from a coming-of-age musical to a historically accurate horror film. Sammie's song introduces us to his God given talent, while setting the scene for Remmick's self-serving, cult-like, pursuit.

Pearline's song is where the violence and the music begin to converge; namely when Pearline gets to stomping on stage in sync to the twins kicking a man in the gambling room.

In this scene, Sammie is admiring his woman and the juke joint patrons are singing in a chorus with her. This siren is at the centre of everything, in part because of her sex appeal, but mostly because of her passion and vocal abilities. The lyrics of the song even foreshadow the violent fates of these patrons. Sammie's music celebrates Black cultural contributions through past, present and future while Pearline's is a warning for what is to come.

Sammie is not the only griot in that place. The final credit scene features the gospel song 'This little light of mine' in which the lyrics directly contrast Pearline's song. Ms Pearline gets turned and becomes vulnerable to the sun so when she sings

Don't let it shine x4

Oh Lord

We learn that she is Sammie's equal and opposite.

In conclusion, Pearline is much more than eye candy in Sinners (2025). She is Sammie's narrative foil. She is a daring, formidable character who is about that action.

Favourite quote about her

'You so beautiful' - Sammie Moore 1932

No notes. Dude's right.

That whole scene had me like

[httpvomitello]

Hiii I love your work and I’d love it if maybe you could do a Remus Lupin x potter!reader. Maybe they’ve been sneaking around behind James back for months and he finds out on accident. I like the idea of them getting together at the potter manor over the summer but obviously up to you!

Thank you!🫶

Helloooooo! Thank you so much for liking what i write 💞 and poor James can't take a break. Hope you like it ~ ♡

Summer Nights *⁠.⁠✧

Summary: For years, Y/N and Remus have been sneaking around behind James’s back, enjoying stolen kisses and whispered confessions. The Potter Manor had always been a safe haven—until James accidentally walks in on something he really wishes he hadn’t seen.

remus lupin x f!Potter reader

Potter Manor was always alive with noise during the summer—James and Sirius causing havoc, your mother fussing over everyone like they were still children, and Remus quietly smiling from the corner, a book in his hands. You had grown used to the chaos, to the way your house became a second home for the Marauders.

But this summer was different.

This summer, you had been sneaking around with Remus Lupin behind your brother’s back.

It two years ago, back at Hogwarts—quiet moments stolen in the common room late at night, fingers brushing against each other in the library, lingering glances across the Great Hall. You hadn’t meant for it to happen, hadn’t expected to fall for your brother’s best friend, but the way Remus looked at you, the way he spoke to you like you were the most important person in the world, made it impossible not to.

And when he finally kissed you by the Gryffindor fireplace, everything changed.

Now, here you were, tiptoeing through the halls of Potter Manor long after everyone had gone to bed, making your way to the library where Remus was waiting. The heavy wooden door creaked slightly as you pushed it open, and he turned at the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re late,” he murmured, leaning against a bookshelf.

You rolled your eyes. “James was still awake. Had to make sure he wasn’t lurking.”

He reached for your hand, pulling you closer until you were pressed against him. “We don’t have long,” he said softly. “Sirius will start looking for me if I’m gone too long.”

“Then we shouldn’t waste time,” you whispered, tilting your face up to his.

He kissed you then, slow and deep, his hands sliding into your hair. You melted against him, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater, completely lost in the moment.

And then the door burst open.

“Oi, Moony, have you seen my—”

James’s voice cut off abruptly.

You barely had time to react before you heard him inhale sharply.

“What,” he said, his tone dangerously calm, “the actual hell is going on here?”

You stepped away from Remus like you had been burned, but it was too late. James had already seen everything.

Remus cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. “James, I—”

“DON’T,” James interrupted, jabbing a finger at him. “Don’t even try to explain this, Moony. You were snogging my sister. My sister!”

You winced. “James, can we just—”

“NO, WE CANNOT JUST ANYTHING,” he shouted, running a hand through his hair. “HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?”

You exchanged a nervous glance with Remus before hesitantly answering, “ Two years...?”

James made a strangled noise, somewhere between a gasp and a groan. “TWO FUCKING YEARS? ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON UNDER MY NOSE FOR YEARS?”

At that moment, Sirius appeared in the doorway, looking curious. “Why is James yelling—oh.” He took one look at the scene—Remus standing awkwardly, you looking guilty, and James looking murderous—and burst into laughter.

“Ohhh, this is fantastic.”

James turned on him. “YOU KNEW?”

Sirius grinned. “Oh, yeah. Figured it out weeks ago. Thought it would be more fun to let you find out on your own.”

James let out a sound of pure betrayal. “This is a conspiracy. You’re all against me.”

You crossed your arms. “James, can you just calm down? It’s not like we murdered anyone.”

“You might as well have!” James groaned. “My innocence is dead.”

Remus finally stepped forward, his voice calm. “James, I know this isn’t what you wanted, but I care about her—a lot.” He looked at you then, and James’s fury wavered for a second when he saw the sincerity in his friend’s expression. “And if you give me a chance, I’d really like to prove that to you.”

James exhaled loudly, rubbing his temples. “I hate this,” he muttered. Then, after a long pause, he groaned. “Fine. But if you break her heart, I swear to Merlin—”

Remus held up his hands. “Understood.”

James narrowed his eyes, then turned on his heel to leave.

“Where are you going?” you called after him.

“To pretend I never saw this,” James grumbled. “And to eat an entire treacle tart out of pure distress.”

Sirius threw an arm around him as they walked off. “Cheer up, mate. At least it’s not Snape.”

James shuddered. “Oh, don’t even joke about that.”

As the door shut behind them, you turned back to Remus, amusement dancing in your eyes. “Well. That went better than expected.”

He chuckled, pulling you close again. “Slightly.”

You grinned. “Now, where were we?”

And with that, you kissed him—properly this time.

[awkward-walking-potato]

Heyo! I love how you write stories with Logan with animals because they’re so beautiful!! I was wondering if you’d write another one please? The reader is a shy mutant with nature powers (grow all kinds of flora, manipulate the elements, live harmonious with any kind of animal), she’s basically like Mother Nature. She has a big secret place where she often goes to. She created it to keep all kind of creatures save from humans and mutants, especially exotic ones, and are very dear to her. He tried to follow her once, but others cannot find the place except for her or if she allows them in. One day, she wants to show it to him and have him meet her family and one of her oldest family members, a gigantic dragon. The dragon is quite intelligent and doesn’t seem impressed nor does he seem to like Logan and constantly tries to kindly kill him/play pranks on him whenever she’s not looking (e.g. pushing him into a pool of mud, taking up all her attention for him, etc.). You can also add Wade to the story if you want to. Thank you so so much and hope you’ve a beautiful day!! 💙

The hidden Sanctuary

Wolverine had always been a lone wolf. Even as part of the X-Men, he kept to himself, preferred the company of silence, and embraced the solace of solitude. But there was something about Y/N that intrigued him. Maybe it was her shyness or the way she melted into the background, rarely speaking unless spoken to, or perhaps it was the powerful, almost mystical energy that seemed to ripple off her in waves whenever she was around nature. Whatever it was, Logan found himself drawn to her in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Y/N was a mutant with powers unlike any he’d seen before. She could grow entire forests with a wave of her hand, manipulate the elements like it was second nature, and animals of all kinds flocked to her as if she were Mother Nature herself. Logan had seen her turn a desolate wasteland into a thriving ecosystem in seconds, and yet, she remained so modest about her abilities.

He had tried to follow her once when she snuck out of the mansion, curious as to where she went when she thought no one was watching. But no matter how closely he trailed her, she always managed to lose him, disappearing into the forest like a whisper on the wind.

Eventually, he let it go. If she wanted to keep her secrets, he wouldn’t pry… too much. But the more time they spent together, the more Logan found himself wanting to know everything about her. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe, and though he’d never admit it out loud, he wanted her to trust him enough to let him in.

One evening, as they sat on the mansion’s roof, watching the sunset, she turned to him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of anxiety and excitement. “Logan, I… I want to show you something. It’s important to me, but you have to promise not to tell anyone about it.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden openness. “You know you can trust me, darlin’. I won’t say a word.”

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Okay… follow me.”

The journey was long and winding. They traveled deep into the forest, far from the mansion and any sign of civilization. The trees grew denser, the air richer with the scent of pine and earth. Logan stayed close, his senses on high alert, but Y/N moved with a confidence that made him feel oddly at ease.

After what felt like hours, she stopped in front of a large, ancient tree with sprawling roots. She placed a hand on the bark and whispered something he couldn’t make out. To Logan’s astonishment, the tree seemed to shimmer before it slowly began to part, revealing a hidden pathway bathed in golden light.

“This way,” she said softly, taking his hand and leading him through the opening.

Logan’s breath caught in his throat as they stepped into a paradise beyond imagination. It was a hidden sanctuary, a place untouched by the modern world. Lush, vibrant plants of every color covered the ground, towering trees stretched high into the sky, their branches heavy with fruit, and a crystal-clear waterfall cascaded into a sparkling pool surrounded by delicate flowers.

Exotic creatures roamed freely, some so rare that Logan had only heard about them in legends. There were unicorns grazing by the water’s edge, phoenixes perched in the trees, and even a small family of griffins playfully wrestling in the distance.

“This… this is incredible,” Logan breathed, his voice laced with awe.

Y/N smiled shyly, a blush coloring her cheeks. “This is my sanctuary, a place where all creatures, mutant or otherwise, can live in peace. I’ve spent years creating and protecting it. It’s… it’s my home.”

As they walked deeper into the sanctuary, Logan couldn’t help but notice the way the animals greeted Y/N as if she were their queen. She interacted with them lovingly, whispering words of comfort, stroking their fur, and laughing when they nuzzled her affectionately.

But then, they reached a clearing, and Logan’s senses immediately went on high alert. A massive shadow passed overhead, and he looked up just in time to see a gigantic dragon circling above them, its scales shimmering in the sunlight.

The dragon landed with a thud, the ground shaking beneath its weight. It was an ancient, majestic creature with eyes that glowed like molten gold, and it was staring directly at Logan.

“Logan, this is Drakon. He’s one of my oldest friends,” Y/N said, her voice filled with affection as she approached the dragon without a hint of fear. “He’s been protecting this place for centuries.”

Logan nodded, trying to keep his cool, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that Drakon was sizing him up, and not in a friendly way.

“Nice to meet you,” Logan said gruffly, extending a hand. The dragon huffed, a plume of smoke curling from its nostrils, clearly unimpressed.

Y/N laughed, completely oblivious to the tension. “He’s just being protective. Drakon, Logan is my friend. You can trust him.”

The dragon narrowed its eyes, but finally gave a reluctant nod. Still, Logan couldn’t shake the feeling that the dragon didn’t like him very much.

Over the next few hours, Y/N showed Logan around the sanctuary, introducing him to all the creatures and explaining how she had come to find and protect them. Logan listened intently, more captivated by her passion and love for this place than the creatures themselves.

But every time Y/N turned her back, Drakon would make his displeasure known. The dragon would nudge Logan toward a pool of mud, causing him to stumble and fall face-first into the muck, or he’d suddenly swoop down to land between Logan and Y/N, cutting him off and demanding all of her attention.

At one point, Drakon even “accidentally” knocked Logan off a ledge into a thorny bush, earning a surprised laugh from Y/N when she turned around to see Logan tangled in the branches.

“You alright, Logan?” she asked, rushing over to help him.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Logan grumbled, glaring up at the dragon, who looked away innocently, a satisfied smirk in its golden eyes.

Logan wasn’t easily intimidated, but this dragon was really starting to get on his nerves.

As the sun began to set, Y/N and Logan sat by the edge of the pool, watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange. Drakon rested nearby, keeping a watchful eye on Logan, though he pretended to be dozing.

“I’m glad you brought me here, Y/N,” Logan said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. “This place… it’s a part of you. I can see why you wanted to protect it.”

She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’ve wanted to show you for a while now. I trust you, Logan. I know you’d never hurt this place or the creatures here.”

Logan felt a warmth spread through his chest at her words, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. “I wouldn’t dream of it, darlin’. I’ll protect it just like you do.”

They sat in contented silence for a few more moments, but then a voice broke through the peaceful atmosphere.

“Hey, lovebirds! Mind if I join the cuddle fest?”

Logan groaned as Deadpool suddenly appeared from behind a tree, his red and black suit standing out starkly against the natural beauty of the sanctuary.

“What the hell are you doing here, Wade?” Logan growled, his patience wearing thin.

“Oh, you know, just following you guys. Figured you’d need a chaperone. And what do I find? A magical Disney wonderland! Seriously, you guys have been holding out on me!” Deadpool exclaimed, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the sanctuary.

Before Logan could retort, Drakon let out a deep growl, his eyes narrowing at Deadpool. “Oh, big guy, relax! I’m just here for the hugs and maybe to steal a unicorn for my apartment.”

The dragon let out a jet of flame that narrowly missed Deadpool’s head, causing him to dive for cover behind a boulder. “Yikes! Tough crowd! Guess I’ll stick to pestering Wolverine.”

Logan sighed, rubbing his temples. “Y/N, I think we’ve got enough trouble with the dragon. We don’t need him making it worse.”

Y/N giggled, watching as Drakon continued to eye Deadpool suspiciously. “I think Drakon likes you more than Wade, at least.”

Logan let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, well, I’ll take what I can get.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sanctuary glowing in the soft light of twilight, Logan realized that, despite the dragon’s antics and Deadpool’s unwelcome appearance, he wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. Here, in this hidden sanctuary, with Y/N by his side, he felt a sense of peace he hadn’t known in a long time.

And maybe, just maybe, he’d find a way to get along with that damn dragon too… as long as it stopped trying to push him into the mud.

As Logan and Y/N prepared to leave the sanctuary, Wadw trailed behind them, trying to coax a reluctant phoenix into his backpack. Drakon, still suspicious, hovered nearby, ready to intervene if necessary.

“Come on, little birdie, you know you want to—ow! Okay, okay, no stealing the mystical creatures,” Deadpool muttered, nursing a singed hand.

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

My Case for Why Only Romantic Payneland Would Feel Truly Satisfying

Last night, I made a poll about whether people would be satisfied with QPR Payneland. I was curious where we stood on this as a fandom, and it's cool that it's about 50/50 between "either would be okay" and "I want them romantic."

Preface: I'm a monogamous biromantic asexual. If you were wondering. I have been in both a queerplatonic relationship (where I had a one-sided romantic crush on my QPP) and a few romantic relationships with both men and women.

Preface II: This post is not at all intended to be judgmental of any type of relationship. Poly people are awesome; aro/ace people in QPRs rock. This is specifically examining what is right for Charles and Edwin.

Preface III: I think that Edwin and Charles have definitely been in an unlabeled QPR since the beginning. They don't have the word for it, but it definitely is a QPR. They aren't romantically involved, but they make major decisions surrounding the other one and feel like they would wither up and die if they had to live in separate places.

This was great up until now, I think. A QPR is very valuable, very special, and very beautiful. It's meaningful and has served them wonderfully up until this point.

But it isn't sustainable for these specific characters.

The Need for Exclusivity in Both a QPR and a Romantic Relationship

I think that with no other external factors impacting my media needs, I would be okay with an exclusive QPR Payneland.

@tumblerislovetumblerislife astutely said:

I do not think that there is any world where they're suited for polyamory - this is honestly my biggest nope-out of fics and I deeply, deeply hate it for them.

This is because:

They already feel like a Pair Set to me that cannot be separated or infringed on by anyone else, and

In the end, it would never be fair to a romantic (or other platonic) partner because they would unplug anyone else's life support to charge the other's phone. No one else would ever be the priority over the other, and if they did, that would be OOC.

Even if they decided to date someone else now in the short-term, like Crystal or the Cat King, it's necessarily temporary. It's to Figure Things Out. There is an expiration date. And whether that's due to a romantic or a platonic bond between Edwin and Charles, their bond being stronger than any other is the reason for that expiration date.

So polyamory feels extremely disingenuous to their characters to me and is imo extremely OOC.

Authenticity to the Story

Edwin is currently, in the explicit canon, essentially Charles's QPP who has a one-sided crush on him. That is the explicit canon. It's not a fun place to be, no matter how much your QPP loves you - I have Been There.

Edwin is not unhappy or dissatisfied with the current situation, and he knows Charles loves him. But it still is kind of a sucky place to sit.

Luckily, the love does not actually feel one-sided! Charles reads as a character that has always been romantically in love with Edwin, probably long before Edwin fell romantically in love with Charles, but he neither has the self-awareness nor the words to describe it.

Charles touching his heart at the end of episode 8 makes it clear that he is beginning to have his Big Epiphany. I wish the show wasn't canceled because, uh, I want it.

This obvious two-sided romantic love makes a future QPR feel inauthentic to me. I think both characters would feel like it was the wrong shape for the relationship after they both had their epiphanies.

Other Media Considerations

I understand that a lot of people, it's important to have an explicitly-labeled QPR in a show. I do not disagree with this! I think we need WAY more QPRs in media that are explicitly labeled as such and treated as valid. I just don't think that it's right for Charles and Edwin.

I've explained why this is true from a character perspective; but let me also talk about how relationships like theirs are treated.

I'm personally sick of the "bond-beyond-bonds relationship that remains purely platonic." We saw it with Destiel onscreen because of the rancid queerbaiting in Supernatural; we saw it in Johnlock as a direct result of similar, albeit less magnified, queerbaiting.

This is, to me, the exact type of relationship that a QPR between Edwin and Charles would be.

It would be different. I know this. There is no world where DBDA is queerbaiting us; we have a gay MC and tons of queer side characters.

But to me, platonic Payneland being endgame would still feel like a betrayal because that endgame would feel like something adjacent to the endings of other shows that have queerbaited in the past. I feel like a huge appeal of DBDA is that it's beginning to right those wrongs and heal those wounds, and I firmly believe that's one intention of the show. It would feel unkind to the bulk of viewers for them not to end up together.

I think that the show ultimately was going to make them romantic endgame. It just didn't have the time to before getting the axe, which SUCKS.

So yeah. These are my personal thoughts. I hope I've articulated some of the things that a lot of you think.

[applenicoshifts]

Why i'm permashifting

I'm not doing it right now, but i will in the future. I want to come back, and share some experiences to encourage shifters before I permashift fully. And you'd say why? I've got a few reasons. one of them, is that my boyfriend is also a shifter. And, he also has the same idea as me: He wants to permashift after a few normal shifts. We made a system to always shift to our wr together that ill explain below: We shift to our drs, but our safe word, just brings us to the waiting room. If we leave the waiting room by walking out of one of the doors, the time ratio is 'no matter how long it's been in the dr, only an hour has passed in the wr' so we get alone time while the other maybe is in his fifth battle in some magical world. Explained like that it makes no sense, and I know. But its actually a long thing we talked AND have seen some results on so farin our own ways. Anyway, going on with the main topic. Why do I want to permashift? While I like my life here, and permashifting means I'll always be able to come back if I wanted, life is unfair. My mom is unhealthy here, my dad is unhealthy here, and I am unhealthy here. My boyfriend is also unhealthy here. Im transgender, and honestly, knowing that I can just shift to a reality where my body is the one I always wanted? Why would I come back? I plan on shifting to various fantasy-related realities and coming back, maybe like that for a year cr wise, until I permashift to a better cr where I can do the same, but live the life I want. I wont have to go to school with my struggles and I wont have to WORK IT HERE to become a singer as I've always wanted. Scripting will be in my favour. While I believe in manifesting here and its working, there's still too many struggles. I love shifting. I love the possibilities it gives me. This alongside a story I read of someone saying this was not their cr, and that in their cr, their world was BASED on teaching shifting. The way they described their world was so vast and so ...different. There's no way I cannot live something like that. After all, we are made out of stars. plus, I'll be honest. I want to explore perspectives and lives that maybe if I did so here, i'd be hated. Why do YOU want to permashift? Im curious ^^

[sabertoothwalrus]

hi !! just curious because i was looking at your adventure time episode guide and i love hearing other peoples adventure time takes !! how come you don't like finn's characterisation in together again?

I've talked about it before here and here!

But also I'm gonna say more and share some art I did in 2021 for a rewrite comic that I never got around to doing

So again to reiterate: Adventure Time is usually VERY good at making it feel like time passes, even when you're not watching. It's something about what they don't show that tells you everything you need to know.

Together Again did not do this.

It really really felt like they were avoiding showing Finn as an adult, as if they wanted to leave his post-show life ambiguous. Which, now that Fionna and Cake has shown us literally that, it makes Together Again feel even more wrong?? Like. imagine you have to pick a moment from your life that represents You™ the most. Together Again said that Finn, after living his whole life and dying as an old man, feels most represented by how he was at 17. I do not buy this. I am 25, and I cannot fathom identifying by my 17 year old self. I was a completely different person then, I was still cooking. I can imagine most people feel the same. And ok, so maybe Finn DOES for some reason feel stuck at 17? Explain to me why!! What needed to happen to him that made him feel that way?

And before you just say "it's because Jake died," there's still too much that was left out. How old was Finn when Jake died? What was Finn like, at that point? What else had they accomplished? What was he doing at the time that was on the forefront of his mind? Where/with who did they spend most of their time? Where were they living after the treehouse got destroyed?

It was like,,, it was like the story Together Again actually wanted to tell was about Finn's grief, and how poorly he copes, and how too much of his identity is tied to Having Jake, and how he struggles to move on. But that's not the story we got. I honestly think-- as interesting as it was-- everything with New Death and Tiffany and Lich just did a disservice to the focus, which was Finn trying to get over Jake.

I think Together Again should have gone like this:

Finn and Jake had always planned that whoever died first would wait in the dead world for the other to die so the two of them could reincarnate. Jake dies first. Jake would be able to "watch over" Finn as he lives the rest of his life, so Jake wouldn't miss Finn as much as vice versa, since he'd feel like he's still there with him. Eventually, Finn dies.

Finn's appearance would change with his emotional state. I thought it'd be interesting to show different phases of his life through the stages of grief.

There'd be a room where they could watch Finn's memories. Finn would walk Jake through the events of his life. We SEE exactly how Finn dealt with grief, with heartbreak, with love, with friends, with community. All the good and all the bad.

By the end of it, Finn is quiet. "Jake... when we reincarnate, will we.. lose all of this?" "Well, do you remember anything from any of your other past lives?" "No.. But that's the point. I don't want to forget you." Finn, despite their promise, despite Jake waiting for him all this time, declines reincarnating. He doesn't want to move on, because that would mean forgetting everything. He wants to say with Jake!! He JUST got Jake back!!

“What if— in the future— what if they forget about us? What if they don’t know about all the stuff we did?” We see Ooo in its current state. It’s changed, but it’s clearly been affected by the two of them. Every person they’ve saved, every civilization they helped build, every hero they’ve inspired. They’ve left their touch everywhere. “They’ll know,” Jake says with certainty. “We’ll know.” We see the future, with Shermy and Beth. We see the Finn Sword, and BMO with all their old belongings. Everything stays, but it still changes. Will happen, happening, happened. These have always been the themes of the show. They reincarnate, together.

[qqueenofhades]

Hi! This question has been noodling in my head for a few weeks, and I’ve been really curious to hear your opinion. I’ve appreciated your very thoughtful commentary on the ways the online left in particular have hurt the real and concerted efforts that have been made to navigate through the Gaza war in support of Palestine. I’ve seen a lot of outrage online about Biden bypassing congress in order to make another emergency weapons sale to Israel, which does indeed read as counter to helping to the Palestinians facing endless and indiscriminate violence. I understand that you might not want to answer this ask, because the work that you already do in your life offline and the work that you do here on tumblr to respond to and explain these issues is exhausting enough. Thanks so much for your time and your thoughtful contributions! It’s always really helped me remember to slow down and think critically about the media I consume.

Because you have asked this thoughtfully and in good faith, I will return the favor and give you a careful and extensive answer to the best of my ability. However, obligatory top-of-post disclaimer that I will disable reblogs at the first hint of any wankery in the notes and I will not answer any follow-ups or secondary asks at this time (unless I decide to do so, but I engage with this topic sparingly, judiciously, and only in small doses, so don't count on it).

First, let me say that the moment, I disagree with substantial portions of how Biden is handling the two main foreign-policy crises (Ukraine and Gaza). In regard to Ukraine, I think he's backed off, taken his foot off the gas, and otherwise given Republicans ammunition to keep delaying or watering down a new aid bill, is refusing to disburse military aid packages from the $4 billion of funding remaining that was previously approved by Congress, hasn't sent long-range ATACMS and other critical military hardware that might bring the war to an end sooner, and is not (as of the moment, though recent reporting suggests this might change) pushing hard enough for frozen Russian assets to be transferred to Ukraine for military and/or humanitarian financial assistance. However, I am also aware (unlike, it seems, much of the left-leaning internet) that I am basing these judgments only on my personal impressions, on what is reported (or not reported) in the media (which has plenty of its own problems) and otherwise what is formed in my role as an ordinary American citizen without any kind of special, classified, high-level, or government access. I know nothing more than any of you, and I also know that a lot of what goes on behind closed doors does not appear on Political Twitter and/or the Washington Post or the Guardian or Daily Kos or whatever other aggregate sources of information I or any left-leaning person typically consumes. So it's highly possible (and this is my cautious academic instinct speaking) that I do not, in fact, have a full picture of events. There are also contributing factors that Biden cannot simply handwave aside, even if he did, say, dip back into the $4 billion pot in the meantime. Congress will need to pass a new funding bill for Ukraine aid and the MAGA Republicans have been enthusiastically blocking it to the point where Putin's cronies on Russian state TV praise them effusively for it. We all know about the Republicans and Russia's mutual love affair. So.

The same goes for Gaza, and even more because we have already had reporting about how the Biden administration is walking a behind-the-scenes tightrope in a number of seemingly impossible tasks: keeping the war from spreading to a larger theater, pressuring Netanyahu to dial down, y'know, the rampant genocide (when Netanyahu notoriously doesn't like Biden, was very close with Trump, and would be happy to keep the war going in order to boost Trump's chances of being re-elected and save Netanyahu himself from his own criminal prosecutions), and pursuing a complex policy toward the state of Israel that does not follow the antisemitic Western Online Left's fever dream of "Israel suddenly disappears overnight and falls into the ocean and all Jews die or disappear." We have had multiple credibly sourced reports about this. Blinken is back in the Middle East right now trying to keep the war from spreading. The US under Biden has criticized Israel's essentially empty policy document for post-war Gaza as not being remotely feasible (because it's so vague) and gone so far as to voice support for a two-state solution with Palestinian self-determination (which is itself quite radically different from previous administrations). However, they have also vetoed UN ceasefire resolutions and other essentially meaningless political theater (the UN as a whole has been ruthlessly exposed in the last few years for being completely useless) that are easy to gin up outrage about, and that's what the internet focuses on, rather than any of the other complicated actions taking place.

All of this is to say that no, in fact, I don't blindly support everything the Biden administration is doing in regard to either Ukraine or Israel right now, but I actually have a sense of real-world perspective about it and understand that there are certain immutable realities that we are working with and which will not be erased by some absolute jackasses yelling at Biden in a historically black church at the commemoration of an anti-black terrorist attack. Likewise, as I've said it before and I'll say it again, and as plenty of other people have noticed and pointed out, the Western left is using this as an orgy of pseudo-revolutionary fervor that focuses on using Hamas as a proxy for their own fantasies of violent uprising against their own governments. Because while yes, anti-zionism and antisemitism are two distinct things and represent different aims and goals, it's become more or less irrelevant in allegedly pro-Palestine Western leftist spaces. It's just increasingly rabid, accelerationist, and nihilistic antisemitism all the time, or the obvious usage of "Zionist" to mean "Jew." It's not good. There is no concept of actual restorative justice for Palestinians or other people, such as Ukrainians, Syrians, Uyghurs, Taiwanese, etc, either undergoing genocide or facing the threat of it, because Western leftists have latched onto this cause solely as a stick to beat the Democratic Party with and have no actual moral interest or concern in stopping genocide elsewhere in the world or repudiating it as a method overall. They just want the state of Israel (which they characterize as a "proxy state for white western colonialism" despite the many, many things historically, religiously, and politically wrong with that statement, because it means it now Contains the Right Buzzwords to Oppose It) to be destroyed altogether in the name of "opposing colonialism," but it really seems to be all about opposing Jews. Hmm.

Simply put, Biden is not ever going to pursue a policy of "let's totally abandon Israel tomorrow, never sell it any weapons or allow it to defend its own civilians, and agree that Hamas is actually a good representation or advocate for the Palestinian people" in the way a number of Western Online Leftists seem to think he should do. There is still the fact that Israeli civilians do exist and that Hamas has continued to launch missiles at them daily, inconvenient as that fact might be for the Hamas fanboys (and fangirls) who now populate much of what passes for Western leftist discourse spaces. (Either that or they don't care, because in their view, Israeli civilians are fully acceptable collateral damage by virtue of simply living in Israel in the first place, which -- yikes. Fucking yikes. That is all.) The number of people professing to be lifelong leftists who are Just Shocked at all the antisemitism, or thinking that any and all antisemitism is just artificially introduced into leftist spaces by bad-faith right-wing/Nazi psyops either has not spent any actual time around leftists, or (more likely) simply does not listen to what they openly say. The antisemitism is virulent, constant, and only getting worse. On the most basic level, regardless of the other difficulties around the founding of Israel as a state in 1948 and the fact that doing so on some of the most bitterly religiously, politically, ethnically, and culturally contested territory in the world for over two thousand years was always going to be a massive clusterfuck, the fact of its immediate post-Holocaust creation simply cannot be ignored the way many Online Leftists do. Israel exists because of the worst antisemitic mass murder in recorded history (and that's a high bar). That fact must be incorporated into any actual discussions about its right either to exist or to protect its own civilians. But this gets turned into "Israel exists only as a puppet state of white western colonialists" which is just bad on so, so many levels.

The collective Western Online Leftist feeling seems to be that Hamas are innocent and wronged freedom fighters who are begging for a ceasefire and the cruel Israelis aren't granting them one. This is not true. Hamas has rejected multiple ceasefire opportunities, and continued to launch missiles and retaliatory attacks, because they are terrorists and they do not want or represent any serious opportunity to negotiate in the framework of western liberal democracy. They are treated as helpless woobified blorbos by much of the Western leftist-leaning internet. They are not. In that case, Biden bypassing Congress to sell Israel weapons (which was just something like 100 million of artillery shells, which is not nothing but still not a huge systematic thing like, say, Reagan's Iran-Contra scandal) is not great. I do not support anything Israel is doing to Gaza. It is abhorrent. However, there are reasons for Biden to provide some limited amount of weapons to Israel without congressional approval that do not automatically and mindlessly equate to BIDEN SUPPORTS TOTAL GENOCIDE IN GAZA!!!!!!1 Especially when as I've said, the Online Leftists only care about stopping genocide when it fits their political self-righteousness, and absolutely not at all the rest of the time.

This is representative of the fact that Western Online Leftism has now completed its all-out descent into blind Noam Chomskyism. Chomsky has never met a "leftist" or "anti-Western" genocide he couldn't deny, excuse, or openly cheerlead (going all the way back to the 1970s and Pol Pot/the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia and going up to the minute with Russia/Ukraine and Israel/Palestine). Noam Chomsky is the leftist Henry Kissinger. His ethics and morals are equally abhorrent, he's just as willing to justify total genocide in the name of advancing his preferred political ideology, and while there were (justifiably) celebrations and gloating memes across Tumblr when Kissinger finally bit the dust, Chomsky's beliefs are replicated with slavish adoration in many other Tumblr spaces and spread in some form or another to the rest of the website, which now takes them as leftist gospel (and let's not even talk about Twitter). This represents my absolute frustration with the fact that Western Online Leftism has devolved to such a degraded, mindless, useless, and malevolent level that "cheerlead for any anti-western/Leftist TM terrorist group or state" is taken to be the be-all and end-all of their moral philosophy. Someone remarked that ISIS peaked too early; if they were still at the height of their powers today, they would have a legion of devoted white so-called progressive Twitter users shilling earnestly and angrily for them, and Christ, isn't that the fucking truth.

I know we live in a hard, frightening, complex, and difficult world, and it's hard to sort out what our moral responsibility and action should be at any given time, especially since the answer is always so frustratingly partial and incomplete. Nobody of basic good sense and decency wants to see Gaza leveled while the Israeli state continues to apply a number of violently cruel collective punishments even outside the actual daily bombing of civilians. But for the love of god, let's get rid of the idea that the continued mindless violence doesn't benefit Hamas (because it does; unsurprisingly, sympathy for their cause has soared in Gaza) as much as it does Israel, or that Hamas is some kind of benevolent peacemaker that is being thwarted by the cruel imperialist US/West. And going back to the incident that prompted you to send me this ask: white leftists have often and repeatedly demonstrated their withering disdain for black people, Democratic voters, "mainstream" Americans, and anyone else doesn't buy into the twisted tankie fantasy land where getting rid of Biden would somehow be a massive coup for social justice (by getting Trump, now openly announcing at every turn that he will be a dictator, back into office! Very praxis, much justice. Wow.)

In short: if you, a white person, stand up in Mother Emanuel AME -- one of the most sacred sites for Black churchgoers, who are indeed often heavily Democratic voters -- in the middle of a remembrance service for victims of white supremacist terrorism, after the Black pastor has asked you not to protest inside the church out of respect for the Black community coming together to relive its trauma -- just so you can heckle Biden and feel good about yourself, then Jesus Christ. You don't care about restorative justice for people of color, or literally any justice at all, much less "stopping genocide." You just want to use them as props for your Chomsky cosplay revolutionary fantasies and your sense of self-righteous superiority over literally everyone else, regardless of the real-world consequences. So I have no hesitation whatsoever in telling those people to get fucked. Often and repeatedly.

[emomattlover]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚜.

based loosely off of the 1987 film, ‘The Lost Boys’.

warnings: mentions of blood, loss, 18+ themes and topics, eventual smut, vampires, cursing, intense themes, suggestive content, sexual innuendos, lowercase intended, lmk if i miss anything!

as you arrived at your new home, you stepped out of the car, stretching and tussling with your hair a bit. “thank god.” you groaned, shutting your car door. your home wasn’t the middle of no where, but certainly wasn’t the suburban lifestyle.

you had two neighbors across the street, as your home lead on the main road back to the boardwalk—back to downtown santa carla.

before you could walk in, you heard the voice of a woman—a quite eccentric woman— call for you, “hello!” she called, making her way quickly across. “you are the new neighbor,” she smiled to you—extending a hand. hesitantly, you smiled taking her hand. “y-yeah,” you nodded. “how’d you figure?” you giggled quietly.

“my husband, paul, he’s the landlord. inherited these three homes from his father, paul sr.” she explained quickly. “our other neighbors are some ex cult members who moved up from florida, they don’t talk to anyone, so i was hoping i could receive more from you.” she explained, a cheery smile on her blushed face.

“oh for sure, i moved away from home to here, so..i definitely need friends.” you nodded.

as you invited her into your home, you’d realized that her name was star, she had just turned 32 in may, ten years your senior. she had a degree in art—and used it to be a stay at home wife and paint.

once star had went home, you spent time unpacking, thankfully your father and brother had drove up your belongings about a week before your big move.

that night you struggled to sleep, a choice you’d regretted as the alarm clock went off. with a sleepy turn, you’d rolled out of bed grabbing your scrubs.

you’d landed a job at a day clinic in santa carla, working from 8-4 pm. wasn’t bad, and the pay was fantastic. but man was it slow, especially since you’d traded in hours of precious sleep to thoughts preoccupied by those triplets, and their friend.

finally, by 4:20, you were back home in your driveway. you didn’t even have the energy to hop out of your car when a loud tap against your car window startled you out of ‘resting your eyes.’

“‘m goodness, star!” you laughed, holding a hand to your chest. “you scared the hell out of me.”

“sorry sugar,” she smiled brightly. “there’s going to be a fair at the boardwalk tonight, paul told me he’s too tired to go..was really hoping you’d come! would be a way to make some more friends here.”

“i don’t know star, i’m so tired—” you began before she abruptly cut you off. “i know, i know, but just think! it’s a fun opportunity, and my first night in santa carla, when my grandpa moved us up here, i met paul. i cannot possibly imagine my life away from him now!” she hummed, fond of the memory.

and that’s what landed you here.

a short white dress, the straps somehow slipping off of your shoulder ever so often as you walked, your sandal straps had broken as you and star had stepped off of a ride, so you chose to go barefoot, carrying them beside you.

the two of you were now at some street concert, watching as a man sang his heart out whilst performing with a saxophone. “well he’s talented,” you smiled for lack of better words up to star. “oh for sure! the boardwalk always has santa carla’s finest perform.”

soon enough the two of you began walking again, when you finally decided to check your phone. “shit,” you huffed. “it’s 8:40, i really do need to get home i—“

“c’mon, babe!” a voice behind you called, tauntingly yet it still made you curious— as you turned you were met with a boy, not super tall and had these piercing brown eyes that just drew you in. “night’s still young,” he hummed.

and you couldn’t pin point just how you knew him, but you were certain you did. though it sounds crazy, you were new here. and the only person you ‘knew’ was star.

“i’m sure it is,” you nodded nervously. “but i have work in the morning i—”

“he bothering you?” a different, more pronounced voice called. you turned, seeing a man with piercingly blue eyes.

“no,” you spoke softly. “just different opinions.”

oh for sure you were going crazy, you’d never seen either of these men in your life. but you were just sure you knew them.

and the staring and lost in thought? didn’t go unnoticed by either of them. “lost sweetheart?” the first men you’d spoken to teased. “n-no,” you shook your head, grasping star’s arm, turning as you began to walk away. “what is it then?” a boy, who had the same face as one of the men you’d just spoken with asked.

and then it clicked.

“you’re those missing boys!” you gasped, staring at the three of them. “missing boys?” the first one laughed, “oh we aren’t missing sweetness, we’re right here.” he chuckled, making the other two men smirk.

“but i saw—i saw the sign,” you huffed. one of the twins..triplets maybe, smirked at this. “that one?” he rubbed over top of his lip, just before pointing to the sign behind you.

there was absolutely nothing about those triplets, or their friend.

“but! it was on here yesterday, im not crazy!” you huffed, looking between the men. “didn’t say you were,” the boy with brown eyes smirked. “well,” the triplet with the nose ring began. “we’ll be seeing you around, ms. i’m not crazy.”

and at that, the three of them walked away making their way to their motorcycles. you stared at star, your jaw agape. “i saw them,” you huffed.

“i’m sure you did, honey. ‘m sure you did.” and at that, the two of you made your way home. where you’d spend another night losing sleep over those triplets and their friend, who you were sure you saw on that sign.

[magics-neptunes-things]

Motherhood (2)

Hi guys!

Another one with Alexia, but it's Alexia so I hope nobody would mind! This come from this request and I made it to be a second part of Motherhood.

I hope you will like it :)

TW : None, pur fluff

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Santana being now four years old, she understand well Alexia's job as a footballer. She's a dynamic, playful, smiling and curious little girl who needs to let her energy go out of her. Needless to say, she was registered with FC Barcelona even before her birth. Despite Alexia’s passion, you made her swear not to push Santana in the same path as her if it didn't please your daughter. It's clear that this is not the case and that Santana is the first to complain when she cannot attend Alexia's game. Seeing her running in the bleachers with the jersey and the number of your wife has always been one of your weak points. Not to mention that it increases even more the resemblance between the two.

However, you are now five and a half months pregnant and it's with barely masked relief that you see Mapi join you in the bleachers. She's slightly injured, nothing serious but she cannot play today. However, this doesn't prevent her from heckle with Santana between the seats, causing the girl to laugh out loud.

"Careful Mapi, continue and you will end up with one like this sooner that you think" you tease the blonde seeing Ingrid's tender look far away on the field.

Mapi looks away from Santana for a few moments, time to follow your eyes and smile gently before shrugging her shoulders. Your daughter doesn’t give her time to be thoughtful any longer, quickly demanding the attention of her godmother.

At the end of the game, Santana hurries to climb the barrier to sit on the edge, waiting for Alexia to pick her up to play on the field. You hold her by her t-shirt so that she doesn’t tumble a floor lower, Alexia finishing signing some jerseys and taking some pictures. It's finally Ona who arrives at your height first, talking to Santana with a big smile.

"You want to go down, Nena?"

Santana hurries to answer yes frantically, until the defender gently slides her to the ground. Santana doesn't lose a single second to rush into Alexia’s legs and hug them, taking Alexia by surprise. And this makes you smile tenderly.

"Thank you Ona" you say to the brunette, who answers you with a wink and a smile before returning to her signing session.

At first you were a little afraid to let Santana play on the pitch in this way, but you quickly realized that every single one of the players on the team was there to make sure nothing would happen to your little princess. Also, you allow yourself to observe the scene from afar, your arm leaning on the barrier and your face in your palm with a big smile displayed on the face.

"You’re drooling" Mapi gives you a little elbow push.

"Who can blame me? I have the two most beautiful women in the world at home."

"Mh. I prefer brunettes. Come on."

Mapi’s mocking smile makes you laugh and you follow her when she takes the stairs to join the players on the field. You can see Santana leaving Alexia to play with Mateo, Irene’s son, whom you greet with a wave of hand. Interrupted in your quest to join Alexia by Lucy, you find yourself caught in a conversation for a few minutes when you feel two hands resting on your hips.

"Here you are, Señora Putellas" Alexia whispers, putting her chin on your shoulder.

You smile softly and turn your head to put a kiss on her cheek, taking advantage of the position to let you go against her. Without really participating in the conversation, Alexia stays with you in this position for a few more minutes. Until she caught Cata putting her gloves on Santana’s hands.

"Catalina Coll you have two seconds to take off this gloves from my daughter!"

You laugh softly when you see the scene, Cata defending herself by explaining that it was Santana who asked her. Ingrid arrives at your side at this moment and you greet her too with a little hug.

"You look good" smiled the Norwegian woman affectionately.

"Thank you. I must admit that this pregnancy is going better than the first one, I didn't vomit once. If my belly didn’t grow, I’d really wonder if I was pregnant"

"Maybe because it’s a boy?" Lucy said thoughtfully

You can’t hold the big smile coming on your face. You learned the sex of the baby at the baby shower you organized last week. For Santana, you managed to keep the surprise until the end, but not this time. Curiosity eventually prevailed. You would obviously have been delighted to welcome a new girl, but Santana asking you before you were even pregnant to have a little brother, it was almost a relief.

"Maybe" you just answer with your smile.

In the distance, you can see that Santana was placed in front of the goal alongside Cata while Alexia and Ona take turns shooting the ball in her direction. Finally, the fact that Santana wanted to test the goalie spot didn't bother Alexia for a very long time. You cannot resist the temptation to immortalize this moment with photos and videos, eager to keep a memory of this moment.

As always, it was necessary to talk with Santana to agree to leave the field, negotiating a second story before sleeping tonight. Except that apparently she won’t need it since she seems to be dead asleep in her car seat in the back seat. You’d be surprised if she woke up when you pulled her out.

Alexia insisting on driving despite her game and training, you find yourself watching the landscape while singing the music on the radio.

"Can I ask you something?" Alexia gently does after a few minutes.

"Anything you want" you answer without hesitation, turning to look at her.

"Be careful, these types of answers can be dangerous"

You bow a brow amused by hearing her playing tone. Seeing her so relaxed and spontaneous with you causes you palpitations every time, despite the time that has already passed well since you met. You don’t need to add anything, a little laugh escapes from Alexia’s lips that you would kiss right now if you weren’t afraid to cause an accident.

"No, it’s pretty serious actually" adds your blonde, tickling your curiosity.

"Okay?"

"I was wondering" begins Alexia, swinging nervously in her seat "if you would agree to give my father’s name to the baby? Maybe not for his usual name but at least for his middle name?"

"Of course Ale"

You don’t have to hesitate for a second. You know perfectly well how difficult it is for Alexia not to have her father at her side every day. If you can honour him that way, why not? Plus, the smile on Alexia’s face is worth it. She’s bending over you this time, taking advantage of a red light to kiss you.

"I love you so much" she whispers against your lips.

"Not as much as I love you"

"Oh yes."

You smile again and steal her a kiss back before letting her back up, the light having gone green for a few seconds already. Fortunately, in your residential area, there are not many people on the road at this time. Alexia restarts the car and turns in your street, putting the car in your underground parking lot.

You let Alexia take Santana out of her car seat to go to bed, taking care of storing your wife’s bag and throwing a dirty laundry machine. Then, you are surprised in full snack in the kitchen by Alexia who returns to you.

"I thought we said no Nutella at home" Alexia whines as she looks at the sandwich you just made with envy.

"Sorry mi Amor. I don’t know how it ended up in my bag"

"Yeah, of course" laughs Alexia and you hurry to make amends by laying lot of kisses on her cheek.

After a few, Alexia turns her head in your direction to put a kiss on your lips.

"You taste like Nutella" she smiles softly. "Did you have a good night?"

"Yes and I think Santana too. Ready to see her become the greatest goalkeeper of all time?"

You tease Alexia who rolls her eyes without being able to hide her smile. There is a child goal in your backyard, but Alexia’s obvious goal was for Santana to want to shoot in it, not try to stop the balls that want to get in.

"Don’t pout, you can always make our son a great midfielder. Unless he wants to play basketball."

Alexia looks at you while squinting a few seconds while you keep your big smile, proud of your little joke. Until your wife grabs your sandwich and decides to run away into the living room, a devil little laugh escaping from her lips.

"Ale!"

[under-loch-n-key]

Hi everyone. Obviously everyone has seen the news and read the polls and obviously you can tell that we’re likely cooked.

For some reason our country wants to elect the Mango Menace and his gaggle of orange stained goons once again.

I am terrified for myself, my loved ones, my country, our climate, and just everything.

However, I’d like to tell the LGBTQIA+ community these things because I know we are terrified right now.

What happened today, it’s devastating. It angers me too. Some of my closest family voted for that horrible man. I don’t think I can look at them the same way anymore. Especially, when they hold no guilt or remorse about it even after I explained his policies to them. What do I know, I guess.. 🤷🏻‍♂️🙄

However, as a queer, trans man in this little community, I want ALL of the LGBTQIA+ people who will see this post to know that things will be alright. We all have each other. We know we exist here in the states even if none of us have met. We EXIST.

Just because those orange stained dunderheads want to silence us doesn't change the fact that we exist. We do. We always will. Bigotry cannot fight facts and science. We'll always exist. The only time trans people won't exist is when the human race dies out. Even then, we have other animal species that are queer and trans. No matter what, we will always exist in nature. They cannot change that. They cannot take that from us. Do not lose hope. Even though it's really fucking hard not to.

Do not lose it. The fact that you and I exist is a beacon of hope to another trans and queer person. We exist. None of us want to be left here alone. So we must go on. We must continue to exist. Things WILL be okay. I'll always keep fighting and living for you and every one of my trans and queer brothers, sisters, and siblings.

You existing and simply being here is a beacon of hope to me. Someone who has understands how I'm feeling. Someone who is LIKE me but so different at the same time.

In the grand scheme of the universe, we are very small. However, even though it's small, the fact is that it EXISTS. It's so fucking small in this big void of the cosmos but we're here. We're made of similar components as stars, ones that had to die for us to exist.

I like to think of the sky as when humanity was truly equal. When we were just atoms in the big ol' void, ya know? We didn't fight. We didn't give a shit about all of this stuff. We were allll different types of stars and matter. We were all random as hell, but we just WERE. We coexisted peacefully together in the universe.

Now that those stars are dead as a door nail and some dumb fishy bastard decided to get curious and walk on land, we're all human. Humanity fucking sucks ass sometimes but it's also such a beautiful fucking thing. No matter what happens, a part of us will always exist.

Our existence is embedded in the universe. Nothing can change that. So, please keep living. Be safe, but keep living. Always keep fighting. We belong here just like anyone else.

You belong. You are loved. You are cherished. You are noticed by me and other people here. We all understand each other. So keep going. Again, one day we will all have a better tomorrow. I swear to fucking god or whatever the hell is out there, if anything, however it's unlikely, I will ALWAYS keep fighting for you and WITH you.

Every protest l attend. Every petition I sign. Every time I vote. Every time I go to pride. Every time l simply leave my home as I am. I am doing it for you and all of us. Our people WILL have our damn tomorrow. I'm sick of us not having it. I swear to you we will. So, again, please keep going. Keep fighting. Keep living. Exist. Your existence may be a threat to some bigoted fucker but your existence is precious to someone else. Please do not let them take your right to exist away from you. Keep going.

We’ll have a better tomorrow, the one that we deserve eventually, but we just need get through the hard, bumpy, dirty road first.

Again, we will be okay. Everything will be okay. We’ll get through it. Yes, unfortunately, we will likely see suicide rates and hate crime rates go up and that's disgusting and just all types of awful and depressing. It angers me beyond words.

However, we are strong.

We shouldn't have to be strong though.

What we should be and need to be is loved, accepted, warm, fed, have shelter, and are safe.

For now though, we remain strong. You will always have a place here.

You will live. You will not die, hun. I know the thought creeps in and believe me, I understand. Those thoughts creep in for me too, but we must learn to try to control them. If there's anything I know about us trans and queer folk it's that we're strong, feisty, kind, very sexy, and cheeky as hell. So, if we live, we live because it's our damn right and to be spiteful. We do not owe the people who want to harm us our lives. We just don't. We deserve healthcare. We deserve to love and get married.

We deserve to grow old.

You will grow old. You will be able to go on those trips you've always wanted. You will be able to have that cheesy romance you've always wanted, if you are someone who is wanting a relationship.

You'll be able to sit down and watch your favourite movie. Why? Because you stayed. You didn't give up. Ever. We will always exist.

We will ALWAYS live.

Being transgender has existed before humans even walked this earth and it will still exist when all of us book our holy bus tickets and the blessed holy tax collector comes to collect our debted souls. No matter what, we will live on. They can silence us all they want and erase whatever the fuck they want but that doesn't mean that it's the truth. We're HERE.

We've been here since forever ago. Those Cheeto dusted dunderheads cannot change that. Like I told another person here, other animals and even plants are trans and queer! We've always been here. That won't change, hun.

Everything WILL be okay. We'll always survive and live on. Look at how far we've come in these past years. Many of us thought that we'd be gone already but here we are, two trans people typing away in comment sections on an app where middle age men get off to octopus porn and neko ladies in Japanese school girl outfits because men. and welcome to the internet, I guess. Lmao.

Everything will work out on way or another. We'll have our tomorrow, hun. For now, we gotta buckle down because we're in for a bumpy ride but hey, thankfully on bumpy you have those moments where ya hit the bump just right and you're like

"WOAH, HELLO!- mister bump, you better watch yourself, you saucy boy~ You can't be doin' that. You better take me to dinner first." Lmao. Okay, on a more serious note, we just gotta buckle down together and get through this bumpy ass dirt road because after awhile you make it through that rocky dirt road in the woods and come out to feel smooth pavement again. It'll be alright. We just need to band together and make it through. We all are always stronger together. You're not alone, my friends.

You're talkin' to a guy who has the personality of a gay muppet with a big mouth. I'm shocked nothin’ has happened to me yet with my yappy ass screeching and getting over 80+ gay people to start baa-ing like sheep at a bigot at last year's pride event, but that's a wholeeeee different situation.

My point is, we'll be okay. We'll make it through.

You'll survive. You have me. You have everyoneeeee here and on other social forums. Sure, it's not the same as in-person interactions but it's somethin'. It’s better than nothing I guess. If we’ve gotta go stealth mode eventually and make secret groups for us trans and queer folk, then so be it.

Just do whatever you feel you need to do to keep yourselves safe.

We'll have a better tomorrow. We just need to keep pushing through this rough shit. We'll get out of the woods and onto smooth pavement with open skies eventually.

Continue to exist. Fight. Be safe, but live. Live for yourself, fellow trans people, and simply for spite.

Fuck bigots. Not actually though. Like DON'T fuck them. Who knows where they've been. But fuck them. They're not worth your life. Their bigotry is not worth your life. Live because it's your right.

Those guys are all so far up Donald Trump’s ass he fired his doctor and hired his supporters to give him a colonoscopy.

So, live long. Live for love and live for spite, my friends. We'll get through this.

It’s Trump 2: Electric Boogaloo. SPOILER: The first movie sucked too. They even tried to make a third one — Mango Menace Strikes Back! We didn’t want to come to the theatre to see the second one but it was a class field trip that most of America signed for us. So, we’ve allll got no choice but to go on the trip to the cinema.

Anyways, things will be okay. We’ll make it through. We’ll out get it figured out. We always do. We’ll take care of each other. Everything will be alright. 🤙🏼💛⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️✨

(Sorry for typos and repetitive speech- it’s 4:14 a.m. EST. 😭😭)

[dear-ao3]

hi. you did not ask for it but i feel inclined to share with you some bits and pieces of indycar lore.

-georgina. georgina is a mannequin that hangs on a bridge at barber motorsports park, one of the tracks we race at, during the 2024 race there she fell down in the middle of the race and onto the track, a driver ran her wrist over and shredded it, the safety team loaded her up into the back of their truck, and later the driver who hit her (scott mclaughlin) posted a photo of him holding her hand up.

-will power ‘double birds’. it’s self explanatory, will power is a menace in the purest form of the word, and he is NOT afraid to flip off fellow drivers or, most famously, race control.

-the firestone firehawk, aka murderhawk. highly loved by fans and drivers, the mascot for firestone tires (which is what indycar uses) who is always at indycar races, frequently seen looming ominously around whoever they can get their hands on, hence the nickname murderhawk.

-bus bros. cannot even begin to explain the depths of lore here but im sure someone would be happy to. once a youtube series and friendship between drivers and teammates scott mclaughlin and josef newgarden (highly recommend watching the videos, very funny) it ended rather abruptly after rumors about their demise had been circulating, teammates who once hugged after every race win won’t even sit beside each other anymore.

-the AMR safety team. that’s all. they are amazing and we love them, SO fast and incredible, if nobody got me ik the AMR safety team got me!

-santino ferrucci. we all hate the guy, hes an absolute asshole, homophobic, racist, etc. most recently he put hands on a driver and then called said driver’s teammate his ‘little boyfriend teammate’. there’s a video of it on indycar’s youtube channel called ‘tempers flare between santino ferrucci and kyle kirkwood’ if you’re curious.

-arrow mclaren curse. this team is just… something.. their drivers have good personalities, but oh my! is the team itself horrifying! and this year we had 4(?) 5(?) drivers that all had the same seat! obviously at different times but it was Scary.

-we all love the month of may. the indy 500 is held in may, which brings a whole month of celebration and racing, from the indy gp, to parades to practice to qualifying to so many other events to the 500 itself, it’s an amazing month full of so much energy i cannot even begin to describe.

-bus lot pranks. speaking of the indy 500, during may, the drivers live in a bus lot at IMS, in their fancy RV’s, it’s like a frat house, which obviously leads to pranks, my personal favorite is when they filled conor daly’s hot tub with orbeez.

-it’s also important to note that indycar is small, the community is small, the drivers frequently interact with fans both in person and online, which is great! but it also means watch what you say because there’s a very high chance a driver will see it, our series is welcoming and non toxic! we want to keep it that way. 

-david’s bike. david malukas signed for arrow mclaren, but never actually got to race for them because he broke his wrist biking. he frequently makes jokes about it as he is very chronically online. he is also dubbed lil dave, that has nothing to do with his bike i just thought it was important.

-the milk gimp.. an absolutely terrifying indy 500 ad from 2014.

-the hate cauldron. back in 2022 three andretti drivers all made contact with each other during a race, which led to chaos, thus the birth of the hate cauldron, theres a video of it on here somewhere, and also when it was reborn this year!

doesn’t even scratch the surface, i’m just running out of brain power here, also a team got raided by the fbi this year.

oh and indycar’s youtube channel has tons of full races posted, they’re currently uploading the ones from this year, i recommend watching the 2016 indy 500, and i’m sure people would be happy to share their fav races to watch !!

by george. thats a lot of fun facts. thank you very very much send as many as u want (again pointing you to @ainti-pretty to send any and all fun facts)🫶💞 particularly enraptured by the bike saga (is david...still in indycar? did he just get launched off the face of the earth except to meme on twitter?) and the bus bros drama. seems bonkers. also to clarify your social media point.........do you mean on like twitter/instagram. or have they infiltrated tumblr. thank u bestie 🫶💞

[yantako]

Hello! Can i request yandere Malleus , Floyd and Kalim with an s/o who cant feel fear? (Its not that they are brave or anything its a real problem in their brain that they of course cannot fix)

Hi there! Thank you so much for the request!

I have definitely heard of this brain disorder before and honestly, it is really scary to think about it. Not sure if I'm doing it justice though, please forgive me if it doesn't sound like the condition! ><

Anyway, without further ado, let's begin!

Warning: Yandere and dubious elements.

Yandere with a S/O who can't feel fear

ft. Malleus, Floyd & Kalim

Malleus Draconia

• When you two first met, he was surprised that you smiled at him instead of being shocked or scared of him.

• However, because of such a reaction, he grows an interest in you for being so 'brave'.

• Everything would go well with his talks with you, getting to know you better and all, and slowly he started developing feelings for you.

• He'd always known you for being fearless about everything, even in the dangerous situations that you sometimes put yourself through from what he has heard from your stories.

• However, he started to feel curious about what your fearful face might look like and decided to play a small trick on you. Would maybe a giant dragon suffice in scaring you?

• When he saw your first reaction was lacking in fear, he'd try again with bigger and bigger moves. Malleus could feel his tiny smirk slowly distorting into a frown filled with worry and pain. It only became full-fledged anger at the point where it seems as if you didn't even care when the dragon was about to kill you [ of course, with you trapped with no room for escape ]. You didn't even seem remotely afraid as you tried to think of a way to combat this. However, when the situation is so bleak, you used your rational mind to think of the most painless way to go, and that is to tank the hardest hit in hopes of a one-shot KO.

• When you were about to be hit, Malleus immediately stopped the illusion and merely hugged you tightly. He had just wanted to see another side of you but ended up making himself feel like a disaster for putting you through that. He even had some thoughts if you would just give up your life so easily, why didn't you call him to help you?

• You felt pleasantly surprised that he was suddenly in front of you. Happy to see him, you gave him a smile, but also a knowing look when you realised what was going on just from his expression. It's about time you tell him about it.

• When he hears about your condition, his heart sunk.

• From then on, he has you kept by him the entire time. He had a mindset that if you can't feel fear, you won't know your dangers. It only made him more fearful for you.

• He becomes a lot more possessive over you and warier of the people around you, going so far as to cast spells on you without your knowledge.

• He becomes way more protective each time you get injured, on the basis that you cant feel fear even if you explained to him multiple times that you do know your dangers.

• He would do anything to keep you protected at all costs.

Floyd Leech

• Shrimpy! Aren't you scared of me?

• You just witness him punching a bloody student in a secluded area in school. Of course, you did stare for a while and wanted to leave as you presumed this to be troublesome and dangerous for you if you remained.

• However, this tall eel immediately noticed you and dropped the student he was holding. His eyes glinted as if he saw a brand-new toy being served up to him.

• He peered down at you threateningly after cornering you at a wall. However, even as he did that, you didn't show as big of a reaction as he wanted to see. Weren't you supposed to be squirming under him like a worm? Hey, why are you looking away when he's glaring at you!

• At first he thought it was very boring that you gave him such a lukewarm reaction, but when he figured that you were trying to find a way to escape calmly, his curiosity peaked again. He understood that normal people would be in a state of panic and give him their fullest attention in case he would hit them, however, he didn't feel any sense of fear from you but rather, a very cold way of ignoring him.

• With his interests piqued, he decided to let you go after attempting to scare you with his threats. He found it amazing that you showed no signs of fear in such a situation and decided to make his next days fun in school by harassing you.

• He continuously placed you in dangerous situations, even to the point of near-death situations, to simply observe and find entertainment. Well, that is until you actually got a near-death experience which scared the fuck outta him.

• Looking at your pale and weak figure lying in the infirmary, he thought about how much danger he had put you through. Regrets came washing over him. Initially, he thought it was fun and entertaining to watch your fearless gait. But now, he could hear alarms ringing in his head whenever he thinks you are in danger. In some magical and mysterious manner, somehow, he became smitten for you.

• Ever since then after you recovered, Floyd seemed to have a flipped his treatment of you. He would protect you fiercely from even the smallest threats, growling and even resorting to violence even at small teasings people do to you.

• He finally felt as if he had something he needed to do, something motivating him. He had to protect you even if he had to resort to violence and intimidation. He finally got a spark in his heart and he would do his all to protect this spark. Finally, something he could not get bored of. If you aren't scared by his actions, that means you allowed him to do so, right?

• Shrimpy ignited something in him, so you better accept it, okay?

Kalim Al Asim

• Hm? He doesn't understand it. What do you mean you can't feel fear?

• Even after explaining it to him, he still does not understand it.

• That is, until you were kidnapped because of him. When he found you all battered up but yet lighting up when you see him. He had questioned you all the essentials. Why didn't you scream? Why didn't you call for help? Why do you still look so... okay about this situation?

• You chuckled as you joke. "At least I wasn't killed or hit so badly."

• Kalim stared at you for awhile before getting reminded of what you had told him before.

• Ever since then, he decided to take your safety into his own hands, having bodyguards around you and even giving you your own aide so that you could be protected. He just wanted to keep you safe, so please allow this of him, alright?

• Privacy? Is that more important than your safety, darling?

[oddeyechrollo]

Prisonic Fairytale (1) Ptolemaea

Synopsis: Chrollo cannot reform the church as he’s always dreamed of, and takes matters into his own hands after saving a nun from her premature death.

Warnings: religious symbolism (duh), acts of violence, death, murder, sacrilege, cannibalism, religious ignorance, major character death, typical phantom troupe shenanigans, mentions of animal deaths, angst. Minors dni.

Word count: 15k. major thank you to my beloved @nerosero-requiem for beta reading :3

A vampire is a creature in love with his own desolation. He grips what he has lost like a shield. In the labyrinths of a castle abandoned by tenderness, you can find him roaming, silent and voluptuous, head lowered, thirsting his unquenchable thirst, tormented by the memory of something that might never have happened. Carmilla, the vampire of Sheridan Le Fanu, as well as the elusive Nosferatu, know it all too well: there is a greatness one attains by braving the foul weather of anomaly. In eternal night, suffering can be a homeland.

“I know you’re there.”

No response, not even a single breath- not that his underling needs oxygen anyway. Chrollo sighs heavily. He doesn’t want to play games tonight, even if he is the cause for the boy’s stunted maturity. 

“Come out, dear. I know you’re just curious.” He calls out once more. He hears delicate footsteps crunch against the snow on the graveyard's ground. Chrollo places the bouquet of white orchids on a well polished tombstone, turning his neck around to make eye contact with his apprentice. “Good evening, Kalluto. Did you visit your brother today?” Chrollo makes light conversation, despite the grim setting. 

It still unsettles Kalluto when Chrollo twists his neck like an owl, but he makes no comments on that. It’s fitting for his leader anyway. 

“I did. It’s Killua’s 29th birthday. He didn’t pay me much attention though, they never do. I think they’ve grown accustomed to my condition, but it doesn’t change the fact that they see me in a different light. I guess it doesn’t matter, father’s always preferred Killua over me.” He grumbles, sitting next to the keeper of the castle. 

“I fear it’s our destiny to be ignored by our fathers will, isn’t it?” Chrollo comments, looking back to the tombstone before them. 

“I thought you didn’t have a father?” Kalluto asks. He looks at the tombstone too, but he doesn’t understand the language written on it. Only two dates from hundred of years ago. 

“The lord was my father once, and look at where that got me.” He chuckles darkly, rubbing onto the beads of the rosary he wore. 

“Can I ask you who this is? I can’t read that.” Kalluto says, wiping some of the snow off the stone. Chrollo doesn’t respond immediately, instead he closes his eyes and thinks deeply, solemnly. 

“She was someone I lost in my quest for the church’s redemption, someone who I admired greatly, who I should have listened to.” A tear falls down his eye, but Kalluto doesn’t comment on it. Chrollo whispers her name, your name once before he clears his throat. “She knew, she knew of the circumstances but I was human, I was foolish. She’s the one who made me this,” Chrollo raises the rosary up for Kalluto to admire. “No one can make them the way she could. Her devotion to God was incomparable to anyone else’s, she was simply too good for this world.” He laments. 

“Can you tell me about her? She sounds interesting.” Kalluto replies. Chrollo doesn’t want to speak of you right now, but the vampyrling is far from understanding something like that. 

Admittedly, Chrollo killed off many of his brain cells the night Kalluto came to him drenched in blood and pain. He couldn’t help himself, he’d grown too fond of the young boy and transformed him on the spot. A side effect that most wouldn’t understand of the vampyric process is how utterly stupid they are within the first few years of transition. It would explain how aggressive and hedonistic they are, but they would grow out of it like Chrollo did. Kalluto was no different, Chrollo made sure to keep the boy under his stern watch the first ten years after he made the switch from human to vampire. He’s better now, but emotionally, he has many more trials to go through. 

Although he's never cared to ask why Chrollo comes down here every night, perhaps the boy is finally leaning into his emotional curiosities. Hell, Kalluto didn’t even ask why the troupe members show up or why he gathers food for some of them beforehand. Maybe this would be good for him. 

“I used to be a priest long before God made me the demon I am before you.” Chrollo begins. 

-

Chrollo halts at the metal gates separating him from his new home: Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow. It was a peculiar place, unlike the monastery in his own hometown. Chrollo gazes at one of the few double monasteries in the country; a safe haven for both women, men, and children under the Lord’s protection. The door of the main church opens, it’s quite the handsome structure, he takes note of the glass stains in the front windows, he’ll have to check the rest of them soon for intricate designs. Two men and a nun exit the exquisite building as he waves to them.

“Hello! I’m Priest Chrollo! I was sent in from Meteor City.” He smiles with pride; the head priest himself had sent him off after his two year stay under his leadership. The nun doesn’t budge, but the men smile at him and head over to the gate.

“My! Thank the Lord for your safe travels, allow me to open the gate, Forgive the tight security, this forest is filled with unholy beings,” a short, bald man says as he grabs a ring filled with multiple, unique keys. He grabs the largest one and places it into the lock, swiftly removing the chains from the gates. “Come in, come in! We’re honored to host a priest that’s been widely respected by one of our sister churches. We’ll take your belongings to the monastery, it’s right over here past the gardens.” The taller man says, but Chrollo gives him a look of concern. 

“Nonsense, I’ll carry my luggage myself, it has wheels on the bottom, see?” Chrollo grabs ahold of his bag and quickly rolls it to demonstrate its usefulness. “Technology is absolutely fascinating! Who knows what the next generation of geniuses will create!” Chrollo beams at the men, following the tall one towards a small pebbled path as the short man locks the gates once more. “What may I refer to you as?” He asks, bowing his head at the two men. 

“My, so humble! We didn’t expect a big shot like you to behave so. Father Elroy was an old friend of mine, you see. He came here before heading off to your monastery, but I'm sure he’s told you all about that. He praised you heavily in the letters he’s sent to us, but forgive me! I ramble a lot. I’m father Genma, and this is Father Angus. I’ve served our Lord for over ten years here, and Angus has 30 years of experience here!” Genma prides himself in his work, clearly. Chrollo can see why; the grounds are kept in a loving condition that makes it the haven it is. The flowers are well in bloom, the buildings look well kept, and even the paths look orderly, as if every pebble has a place. 

“I’m eager to learn more from you both, as well as everyone else in your community.”

-

The double monastery has an interesting layout: there are the men’s sleeping quarters on one side of the church and on the other is the women’s side, as well as the orphans who reside here. There is a large dining room behind the church as well as a shared living quarters for everyone that has several couches and tables. Father Genma says they often play games together as a family there, or have music nights. Chrollo adores the gardens that lay behind the sleeping quarters. There’s a wooden playground for the young children and a gazebo where vines grow around the top. 

“Let’s announce your arrival to the priest and nuns! They’ve all been so eager to hear updates on you.” Angus pipes in as he enters Chrollo’s new quarters. Chrollo shakes his head and laughs. 

“It’s alright, if you don’t mind I’d like to observe for now. I wouldn’t want to disturb anyone’s routines.” He explains, putting the last of his robes into the wardrobe behind him. “If anything I’ll introduce myself at supper, if that’s fine.” Chrollo insists. He’s here to help the people, not disturb their day to day lives. 

“Of course! Do you have any dietary restrictions? One of our sisters is a master chef, she grows the most wonderful fruits and vegetables in existence and bakes them in ways unknown to humanity,” says Genma, rubbing his stomach at the thought. 

“The children adore her, she’s a novice nun who came to us several years ago as a child.” Angus adds. 

“It’ll be a pleasure to eat her delicacies. I do not have any restrictions, thank you for asking, Father.” Chrollo confirms and smiles. 

“Right, we’ll leave you to your own devices then. The dining hall and kitchen are right behind the church, we have a few signs posted if you lose your way,” Angus says as he closes the door to Chrollo’s humble bedroom. 

There isn’t much decor, just a simple cross, wardrobe, bed, and nightstand. Chrollo grabs the last piece from his luggage: a picture of his beloved sister, Sarasa, from early childhood. He places it on his nightstand, admiring the painting as he’s done every evening of his life. “I’ll make you proud,” he whispers to her picture, beaming back at her own eternal smile. “You wouldn’t believe the journey from Meteor City, I’ll explain it all after dinner, I promise. I’ll be back, Sarasa!” He waves at the image and opens his bedroom door, ready to explore the community he’s so eager to learn about. 

-

Chrollo’s always been a silent man, his footsteps rarely make any noise, and he’s been known to surprise people with his appearance alone. He watches as children play on some swings under the watchful gaze of a few nuns. He turns to the side, his ears picking up some sort of commotion near the kitchen. 

A boy has knocked over what seems to be glass, and from the looks of it, he’s afraid. The same old nun that came out of the church when Chrollo arrived hasn’t seen him, but she will in due time. Would he pick up the pieces? They seem far too risky to pick at without a broom, anything he did would leave him bloodied and hurt. 

The nun arrives, a look of displeasure written on her face. “What in God’s name did you do this time, Luther?! My goodness, you know to be careful around the kitchen! God knows how many glasses you’ve ruined by running around here!” She scorns, grabbing ahold of the child harshly. He’ll be hit, it’s what older nuns believe in anyway. It’s not his own value, but one of the Church that Chrollo simply could not change. Not in this lifetime. The nun already has a bamboo rod in hand, but before she gets the opportunity to strike, the door opens to the kitchen. 

 A nun, and judging from her robes, she’s a novice.You must be the one the fathers speak of. 

“Sister Adelene, I was the one who dropped the glass, I merely asked Luther to make sure no one else steps on it while I retrieved the broom.” You smile at her, putting yourself in front of the black haired boy and the crone despite the grip she holds onto him. 

“Huh?! Then why didn’t he say so?!” She rebutes, holding onto her rod. 

“My goodness, Sister Adelene! You hold a rod in your hand, the poor boy was probably shaken at the sight of it alone! It’s not as if Luther’s ever been a verbal child. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this myself.” You assure. The nun lets go of the boy and continues her walk along the grounds until she’s out of sight. The boy engulfs you in a hug, letting a few tears out in the process. 

“Be careful, Luther. Oh! Here’s the broom by the way. Be a dear and sweep it up, will you? I’ll give you a treat, but don’t tell the others!” You giggle, going back inside to grab a broom. The boy nods eagerly, sweeping up the glass and putting it on a dustpan as he follows you inside to the kitchen. The kitchen itself has no glass on the windows, and Chrollo moves closer to hear the conversation. 

“… she means well in her own way, my dear. It’s just a cup in my opinion, but that doesn’t mean she shares the same feelings too. Alright, do you want an apple or pomegranate? You didn’t have breakfast either, so you have to pick one of them!” The nun insists. The boy never speaks, only points at things and bows to you. You hand him a green apple and he begins to chew on it. 

“Go out behind the women’s sleeping quarters and eat it on the bench by the birdbath, no one patrols there.” You instruct him and he nods, leaving the kitchen and running off on his own. Chrollo observes the boy as he hides the apple in his shirt, running out towards the women’s dormitory. 

“Excuse me, but who are you?” Your voice scares Chrollo, he didn’t think he’d be caught! He turns over to you, sticking your head out the window. Your face has no ill intentions, only mere curiously. He gathers his senses before responding to you.

“I’m Chrollo! The new priest sent in after Father Lenor’s death, God bless his soul.” He answers, rubbing the bottom of his sleeves out of anxiety. 

“Oh, nice to meet you,” you smile at him. You give him your name in return and go back inside of the kitchen, but he moves to look directly inside the kitchen now. 

“You lied to that nun,” he whispers, but you don’t falter in your cooking. You merely continue to cut up carrots and shrug. 

“That I did, and I’d truly appreciate it if that secret died with us and God.” You reply, not giving him any attention still.

“That isn’t the issue, my question is, why did you?” He asks. “Forgive me, I’ve always been a curious man fascinated by human nature.” He explains. 

“What’s a greater sin in your eyes? To strike at a child or to lie for their safety? Would I be helping Sister Adelene’s soul by allowing her to hurt someone who’s too timid to even speak?” You answer your own question with more questions, what a woman.

“We’re human, we’re all bound to sin and make mistakes, but we can always help one another to make better choices. Sure, I lied, but Adelene didn’t hurt a child. Nothing a little confession won’t fix.” You shrug. Chrollo laughs in astonishment, what an interesting human!

“I’ll be the one you’re confessing to now, I’m eager to hear what other sins you’ve committed in due time,” Chrollo beams at you.

You look up at him again, half smiling. “You’re in for the time of your life, Father Chrollo.” 

-

“Something that I’ve learned in my time under Father Elroy is a new meaning, nay, beginning to our relationship with God and Christ himself. Christ was a man that understood everyone, not just a select few. The outcasts of our society are to be respected, to be loved and cared for as much as you or I. That is the true meaning of Christianity and Catholicism as a whole. We accept humility, but have forgotten that Christ helped all, one lost sheep at a time.” Chrollo’s voice booms throughout the church as he stands by the altar. 

“What do we gain by turning a blind eye to those we consider beneath us? What do we gain by turning away a sinner who’s lost their faith? We, my friends, gain nothing. Do not judge he, for not even Christ did.” Chrollo doesn’t miss a few eye rolls throughout the church, that’s alright. Catholics are strict in their beliefs, he can’’t win them all immediately. “We are not holier than an adulterer, a prostitute, the drunkards, the lame, the lepers, the nonhuman. They deserve redemption as much as you. Thank you, it’s been an honor to speak to you all at my first mass here.” Chrollo concludes, searching for his little nun in the crowd. The orphans present applaud him, the nuns and friars clap out of mere obligation, but the older crowd… therein lies the problem. 

A few children go up to him and express their gratitude, as well as a friar or two. Many exit out immediately, having duties to attend to before the day ends. Chrollo goes back to the altar to place the body of Christ back into its compartment when he hears someone clear their throat. 

“Father Chrollo,” you speak gently, earning a smile from the priest. “Your sermon today… It truly spoke to my soul. Forgive the elderly here; Father Lenor appealed to them more, but I’m grateful that the children have an outstanding role model to look up to.” You confess with a glint in your eyes. “I’ve never heard someone speak such beautiful words.” 

Chrollo can’t help but to smile, feeling a warmth spread throughout his chest at your compliment. “Thank you,” he whispers, “it means the world to know I have an impact on at least one person.” He admits, coming down from the altar and next to you. 

“I’m sure you’ve greatly touched more than just I in your lifetime, but I’ve never heard anyone speak something that pulls at my heart so deeply.” God bless your soul, Chrollo would melt if he heard another compliment from the darling nun. 

“From the bottom of my heart, thank you Sister.” He expresses. 

-

As a young lad, Chrollo witnessed the death of his sister on a night much like this one. Sarasa was an adventurous child, and enjoyed climbing trees to look at the moon. A single misstep led to her neck being cracked, and she never breathed again. Chrollo sobbed for months as he mourned over her loss, but decided to live for her. He would dedicate his life to loving every breath he takes, to love Christ just as she did. 

Consequently, he struggles to sleep at times which leads him to go on midnight strolls until his mind allows him to rest. He’d read a book, but unfortunately for him his lantern was out of oil. 

He’s been here for two months now, and a few nuns and friars had taken a liking to him now. Sister Adelene was simply “just like that,” as one of the children stated. During this time, he’s only ever seen a few friars out patrolling and they share quick conversations, but Chrollo never saw the point in explaining his past to them. He simply used insomnia as an excuse, which isn’t a lie either. 

Tonight, he is surprised to find you on the same stone bench you instructed Luther to eat an apple on. Your hair is exposed, and you are only wearing a simple, white nightgown without shoes. Your hands desperately rub onto a rosary bead, and judging from how far you are into the rosary, you’ll be finished soon. There are no words spoken, only silent prayer and tears as you sniffle. 

Chrollo waits until you finish, never the one to interrupt during a prayer. He begins another lap around the grounds, no one else is out now. It’s chilly, raising his concern for you. Why be barefoot? He doubts your sleepwalking, you’re praying and crying. What has unsettled his fellow lover of Christ?

Once he’s back to the bench, you’re no longer rubbing the beads but clutching onto the rosary itself. 

“Good evening,” he speaks, startling you. You look over at Chrollo and sigh in relief. He’s made an acquaintance of you, and it makes him happy to know that you don’t restrain yourself around him. “Mind if I sit?” He asks, pointing to the empty spot next to you. 

“Not at all.” You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes as it normally does. 

“I saw you praying earlier but I didn’t want to disturb.” Chrollo explains as he sits beside you, looking up at the full moon. “Are you alright?” Concern laces his voice as you sigh. 

“It’s- nothing. Just a nightmare.” You look away, hiding your face from him. 

“I like to think that you understand my soul enough to know that I’d never critique you.” Chrollo chuckles, and you look at him only for a moment. Will you speak your mind? Or will you turn him away?

“I’ve had a reoccurring nightmare since I was a child,” you begin, taking a shaky breath in. “But- but it’s become more vivid now. More detailed, longer the older I get.” Your eyebrows furrow. “I spoke to Father Lenor about it once, and he insisted that I was cursed! A few of the elders know since I’ve awoken them from screams in the night as well. ” You sigh, burying your face in your palms as more tears shed from your eyes. Chrollo places his hand on your back and rubs in small circles, not completely sure of how to make you feel better. “They judge me for it, I know they see me as an ill fortune.” You babble on. 

“May I ask the nature of this dream?” Chrollo inquires. 

You hesitate, not immediately answering but looking around instead. 

“I can’t describe who he is, but it isn’t human.” You begin. “I can't control my body, Nothing feels right, and everything aches. I can hear its voice whispering multiple things at once, he has a peculiar accent too, something I’ve never heard before.” You sigh, wiping the lonesome tears from your face. 

“What does it say to you?” Chrollo asks, placing a hand around your shoulder. 

“It varies, but tonight felt more realistic. Tonight… he told me something different. When it grabs me, it’s usually silent, only staring back with eyes I can’t fully comprehend. Everything about it is indescribable… This time he said…” you pause, grabbing hold of your legs as you clutch onto your knees, “‘sweet mourning lamb, you’ll come to know your God through a senseless act of violence.’ Then…. He strikes at me with its claws. He laughs at me, he relishes in the pain I feel. And I do feel it, every slash and every tear despite it being a dream. There’s blood all over my white dress but… he consumes me. My heart stops, but I can still see it all. He starts with my arms and eats away at my flesh. I can’t ever seem to wake up before this part of the dream either.” You sigh, finishing recounting your prisonic dream. 

Chrollo’s left speechless. How on earth is he supposed to respond? Surely he has to, lest he makes you feel misunderstood like the others. 

“Please don’t tell anyone!” You suddenly beg, looking directly at his face. “Lenor’s tried everything to make them go away, but nothing helps. The visions worsen as time passes and I can’t escape them. I’m truly at a loss for words…” you express. 

“With your permission, I’d like to write a letter to a friend back in my hometown explaining the situation. He’s an expert on these subjects, but only if you desire so.” Chrollo explains, thinking of Nobunaga. He was one of the first friends he made in the city, quite the noble man. Nobunaga experiences visions of his own, often predicting the future. 

“O-okay. But please don’t speak of it to anyone else. There’s only so much that the elders know. I myself can’t fathom what they’d do to me if they think I’m possessed.”

-

Chrollo watches as you meticulously roll tiny bits of rose clay into beads, sticking pins into each one before you place them in the sun. He’s offered to help, but you shooed him away stating ‘it’s a me activity, not a me and Father Chrollo activity,’ earning a chuckle from him. You were clearly passionate about your creations, so he decided it would be best to not disturb your process.

Last night you had awoken a few of the nuns with a scream. You insisted it was only a bug crawling on you, but Chrollo knew better. He won’t express it, but he knows they do too. He decided to stick around you, just in case. 

“So, what led you down the path you’re on?” You question, never looking away from the beads you roll. 

“It’s a bit of a somber story, if you don’t mind.” Chrollo admits as you shake your head. 

“I fear we’re on the same somber boat.”

“Well, in that case, I watched my sister die in front of me as a child. It was an accident, she fell from a tree late at night. She was dead the moment she fell.” You don’t look away from your work or slow down. “I promised myself that I would live on for Sarasa, and embrace God the way she did. She had a way of seeing the beauty in life that others couldn’t; and I aim to spread her message in this world.” Chrollo confesses. You let out a brief “hmm,” in response, finally looking up at him. 

“I know her soul looks down on you in love and content.” You give him a brief smile, looking back down to stab more needles into the beads. It’s not the typical response he earns upon revealing his past, but it’s one he feels comforted in. 

“And you?” He asks. “How did you end up as a nun?” 

“It’s not a fairytale either. My parents died in a house fire 6 years ago and I was sent to live here with the rest of the orphans. I tried to warn them that something wasn’t right, but they ignored me and assumed I was only being frightful. It's a shame, I think my mother would have liked you. She taught me how to make rosaries as a child.” You explain to him. No wonder you wouldn’t accept help from him!

“You tried to warn them of a fire? Forgive me, I’m confused.” Chrollo expresses. 

“Oh, I dreamt of it happening. The fire, the screams, all of it.” You add as if it were nothing, “I had that dream months before it happened though, but I did warn them the night of. Most people seem to ignore me when my premonitions only mean well.” You conclude. 

It seems this isn’t your first time experiencing clairvoyance, but it would be best he keep that to himself for now. The church doesn’t take kindly to the spiritually gifted. 

-

“Father Chrollo!” Your voice echoes through the dining room. It was his turn to set up the dishes and help clean today. He didn’t mind one bit, especially since you’re making his favorite stew. The bitter cold calls for the savory soups you wonderfully brewed. Chrollo turns his face to look at you, waving in excitement. “I have a gift for you.” You add, walking closer to his table. You pull out a black and red rosary from your hands, “I tried adding some dye to half of the clay since you like black, but unfortunately I didn’t have any purple with me. I hope you don’t mind the red.” you say with a kindness he’s never heard from another soul. Chrollo takes the rosary from you, observing the fine detail of your work. 

“This means the world to me, thank you Sister…” he gasps in awe. The cross is a bit fancier than the usual ones you add, had you been saving it for him? A part of Chrollo likes to think you did. 

“Of course! It came to my attention that I’ve never made one specifically for you, I do hope you like it.” You beam as you head back towards the kitchen. Chrollo places it in one of his pockets. Patting the spot with content as the necklace weighs down his robe. Bless your soul, bless your heart. 

-

“Nobunaga’s quite interested in your dreams, dearest Sister,” Chrollo brings up on a random morning while you’re both out supervising the children as they play. “He wants to meet with you one day, he says it’s rare to meet another soul with the gift of foresight. Had this been a different time or culture, you may have been a priestess.” Chrollo admits to you, whispering amongst the children. Luther clings to your side, but the boy is nonverbal and only chooses to speak what he can to you. He would never rat you out. It’s not as if Luther enjoys the company of other children either; they often mock him for his condition. 

“Except I’m a nun in training that most people disregard,” you sigh, rubbing Luther’s scalp. “It would explain why some of the forest creatures like me, but I don’t understand anything else about it.” You shrug. Chrollo gives you an odd look, you’ve never mentioned that before…

“What forest creatures do you speak of?” He asks, looking out of the gates. 

“Hm, as a child the centaurs back home would often play with me in the forest. Same with the forest nymphs, they adored me, but keep that between the two of us. The people in the monasteries dislike all magical beings.  There’s a local village nearby filled with witches that we could seek medical help from, but they all refuse. It’s a shame, I believe many of them trust in Christ as well, it’s just a different culture. We’ve… lost a few lives here because of it.” You sigh, looking away. This isn’t atypical of the church, especially that of Catholics. Does it surprise Chrollo? Absolutely not, but it saddens him to see your reaction anyway. 

-

“This is the third time she’s awoken screaming this month.”

“She’s cursed! We must get her out of here! Who knows what evil she carries within her soul?”

“This is our dearest sister we speak of, not a common witch of the woods. Your fear will-“

“Shut it, Genma! Your leniency will get us all killed. It’s the influence of the new priest, isn’t it? Speaking such blasphemy… I won’t have it. He’ll infect the children with such a liberal ideology.”

Chrollo listens carefully as the friars and nuns speak of you in the back of the church. He’s always been light on his feet — they don’t even notice him in the shadows cast by the candlelight. 

“That girl has been an ill fortune since she first came. The non stop screaming, the time she helped a satyr against our wishes, she probably caused the fire in her house! She may as well have killed her parents! Enough is enough.” That's definitely Adelyne, the crone’s voice was easily recognizable. 

“So you truly consider her cursed?”

“Even Priest Lenor, god rest his soul, thought so! She’ll bring nothing but bad luck to our home. Think of the orphans, she’s probably enchanting them with black magic..!” Another nun screeches. Chrollo listens as they murmur amongst themselves. The fools were easily swayed under fear, that was certain. 

“A witch? In our premise? We could do away with her, send her off to the local-“

“To the local village? Where she can train under Lucifer’s whores? She’d come back and kill us all! We’ll have to do what we did the last time we had a cursed child in our walls…”

Chrollo’s heard enough of their ignorance and mockery of the church. He needs to warn you, to help you, immediately. There were less than 15 members plotting your demise, but it would be enough to end you. 

-

Chrollo finds you in the usual spot under a new moon, praying to your rosary. Another nightmare, and he hates to interrupt but these circumstances aren’t the usual. 

He whispers your name as he runs closer to you, but you do not listen. You don’t flinch as he grabs hold of your body. 

“You need to leave. Immediately. They’re-“

“They want me dead. They want to set me ablaze on a pyre and do away with me. They all think I’m cursed.” You finish, rubbing the rosary beads still. It’s as if you look through him and not at him, thick tears slide down your face. “I dreamt of it. I saw their faces. They held you and a few of the children back, but I felt my body under the heat of the fire. I felt the pain, the agony, the betrayal of it all.” Your voice is cold and detached, startling the man before you. 

“It’s why you need to leave- dammit I’ll go with you!” 

“But what if I am cursed? I’ll only bring you suffering….” You finally look up at his face, but Chrollo won’t have it. 

“That doesn’t mean you deserve to die by the community that raised you and swore to help you, dearest sister. Please… they’re becoming hysterical, you must come with me!” Chrollo insists. He grabs ahold of your hand as he forces your body to rise with his. “They’ll check the women’s dorms first, I- I can’t bear to leave the picture of my sister behind. Is there anything you need to grab before we leave?” You shake your head, letting him lead you to the men’s dorms. From a distance, he hears a crowd as they make their way out of the church. The footsteps are loud, they’re going to your quarters… 

You and Chrollo run into his bedroom as fast as possible, he pockets the rosary you made and the image of Sarasa. 

“We need the keys. Angus has them in his room.” You whisper, entering the hallway and going across into the room from his own. 

“Good thing none of these lock.” He says in reference to the dormitory doors, grabbing the key ring on his table. 

“There’s a gate behind the men’s dormitories at the end of the hallway, let’s go.” You seem more yourself now, relieving Chrollo. He didn’t think he could manage this by his wits alone. 

-

The cold air is bitter, but you’ll live. Chrollo doesn’t know how long you two have been running for, but you find a stream as you almost fall on top of him. 

“I’m- I’m tired…” you pant out to him. “Can’t… can’t run… every- thing aches.” You manage to breathe out, clutching onto Chrollo’s arm for support. He’s exhausted as well, but Chrollo is much more athletic than you are. He swiftly grabs ahold of you and carries you bridal style into the woods. Your breathing was erratic, but he couldn’t risk stopping. He continues walking down the stream for now, he remembers on his way here there was a small inn… although he had no cash. He’d figure something out, as long as you live, that’s all that matters to him. 

“Chrollo? Is that you?” He quickly turns his neck around to see the familiar face of an old friend. 

“Nobunaga… What in God’s name are you doing here?” He lets out a sigh of relief. There are two women beside him, but he disregards them for now. 

“Your letter, a few dreams, and a witch’s intuition led me here tonight. Is this the girl you spoke of?” He walks towards you and Chrollo, noticing you were passed out from exhaustion. “That woman over there, Shizuku, she told me someone would wait for us at this stream tonight.” He points behind him. “She’s from Star Village, come follow us back. You can rest with us tonight. We brought a spare horse. Uh- you might wanna wake her though. It’ll be easier if she’s riding with you.”

-

You’ve been in a deep slumber for hours now, hopefully dreamless. Chrollo followed Nobunaga and the women back to the large village filled with witches and many magical beings. They’ve been residing in a brick house that belongs to one of Shizuku’s friends. 

Nobunaga explains that after reading his letter, he had a dream of you burning to death above a great pyre. He would have ignored it if he didn’t see Chrollo’s face within the crowd, and he made his way to the village. He’s been here for a month waiting for another vision, to no avail. Until last night, when he finally saw you both again running in the forest. 

“Shizuku here has visions, so long as she has an item of who she needs to see. I handed her the letter you sent and she told me to meet you there on the stream.” Nobunaga explains, drinking a cup of bitter coffee. 

“I did?” Shizuku pipes up, looking over at her long haired friend. 

“You did- she forgets all of her prophecies, but it doesn’t make her any less effective.” Nobunaga adds. “Ah! This is my wife by the way, Machi.” He says, introducing the pink haired girl. She gives a small wave but ultimately ignores you and Chrollo. 

“She’s kinder when ya get to know her.” He blushes, earning a grunt from his wife. 

Chrollo waves at Machi, then turns back to look at your sleeping figure. 

“Thank you all for helping us- I can’t express the gratitude I feel.” He admits, clearing your face of any hair strands. 

“She would have died without you, that’s all I know.” Machi chirps in. “Maybe fate needed you to be there to assure she didn’t die in a literal pit of hell.” Chrollo nods at her words, bitter but realistic. 

“The local monasteries kill anyone who they deem as wicked, it’s happened to a few of our residents here.  The one she belongs to hasn’t done so in ages, I doubt she’s old enough to remember, but I am.” Shizuku pipes in. 

“You don’t seem that old to me..?”

“I’m 89 years old.” Shizuku says bluntly, “I just don’t see a point in aging, so I don’t do it.” She shrugs. “Immortality isn’t logical, but I don’t intend on dying within the next 500 years or so, at least that’s what my notes from my visions tell me.”

“Your notes?” Chrollo asks. He’s never met a band of people as interesting as the ones in this group. 

“I don’t remember my predictions, the spirits that haunt me make sure of it. My friend Pakunoda makes sure to write my own personal predictions… Where'd she go anyway? I need to go back to my own home, I’ll see you guys in the morrow.” She concludes, standing up from a chair and exiting the living room. The rest say their goodbyes to her as she leaves, and Chrollo turns his attention back to Nobunaga. 

“How are you feeling?” Nobunaga asks him, but doesn’t receive an immediate response. 

“I… don’t know. I feel as if a part of me has lost faith in my own kind.” Chrollo admits defeatedly. “She’s nothing but a kind human who was misunderstood, yet they had the audacity to consider ending her life out of fear. It’s all over my faith… I don’t- I don’t know what to believe.” He sighs. “I used to think that I could change the church from the inside, that if I preached enough I could make them see the error of their ways; to be more accepting of others as Christ was himself. I can’t do shit.” Chrollo finishes, looking over at you once more. 

“You saved her at least, pat yourself on the back for doing what you believe is right. It’s not like you to be such a downer. I always knew you would be disappointed in the church one day,” Nobunaga admits, chuckling as he reminisces old memories with Chrollo. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll find a different way to help others.” He shrugs. 

“… what he said.” Machi agrees, leaving for another room. 

“Seems my wife’s tired. Pakunoda owns this house, but she only has the single spare room for Machi and I. She won’t mind if you sleep on the spare couch though- sorry it’s not big.” Nobunaga says, standing up as he finishes his tea. 

“Get some rest, old friend.” He pats Chrollo on the back and walks out, leaving you two alone. 

Chrollo won’t rest tonight, that’s already out the window. Nobunaga is right, though… in his heart, he knows he wants to help those below him, he knows he wants to make a change for the better. If the church won’t help him achieve these goals, other means will be necessary. 

-

Hours later, you finally awake in confusion. Chrollo sits beneath you on the floor, staring at the picture of his sister, until you tap him on the shoulder. 

“Where are we?” You whisper to him. He turns around and beams at you, happy to see you alive and well. You sit up and slide down to the floor next to chrollo. 

“A bit of a long story, my dear. My old friend, Nobunaga, the one I wrote to in regard to your dreams, he knew where we were and took us back to Star Village. We’re at his friend's house, I just met her a while ago. She's in her bedroom resting now, along with Nobunaga and his wife.” Chrollo explains. 

“Star Village… that’s the one near the monastery, the village filled with magicians and creatures, yes?” You respond. “I know someone here… he was a sweet satyr I met years ago when I first moved to the monastery. His leg was bitten into by a werewolf so I healed him. They weren’t happy about it, but it didn’t feel right leaving him to die.” You remember, leaning your head against Chrollo’s shoulder. 

“I think I overheard the elders mentioning it last night. They did consider you an ill omen for it, but I can assure you you’re anything but.” Chrollo smiles reassuringly. 

“Why did you help me?” You bring up, “I couldn't even help myself in the moment, and you… you’ll be shunned from the church, Father!” Your eyebrows raise, looking over at him in worry. 

“Then I assume it’s best to call me Chrollo from now on. I’ve been thinking about it while you were asleep… It’s like you said about the satyr, it didn’t feel right leaving you to die.” He explains. You slowly nod your head. 

“What do we do now? I don’t think we should stay here for long, I don’t want to stay near that place anymore… how bitter, I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to the children…” you trail off in melancholy. Chrollo grabs hold of your body, engulfing you in a hug. 

“Don’t worry… I’ve thought of it all.” He whispers into your ear. “But only if you wish to stay by my side, otherwise I can find a quiet town for you to live the rest of your days in.” Chrollo offers, but you shake your head. 

“No, I’ve never been safer with anyone else. I’ll stick by your side- no matter what.”

-

A year has passed since that fateful evening, and Chrollo was grateful for the new start. Sarasa would hopefully forgive him for his sins, but he hopes she understands the importance of his life’s work. 

Chrollo created the Spider, an organization that robs churches and the higher class in order to give to the outliers of society. Nobunaga and Machi joined immediately upon explanation of the organization, so did Shalnark the satyr, whom you saved once. He insisted that he wanted to give back to you in exchange for saving his life. Pakunoda and Shizuku joined later on when they realized how much the Spider had given back to Star Village, especially the younger children that reside there. The group doesn’t have a set home, only several bases spread throughout several countries. Many of the people they give to offer asylum in exchange for their help, shielding them from the crusaders of the church. 

Nobunaga and Pakunoda have trained you over the months, sharpening your discernment. Most of the time, the group evades arrest thanks to either your visions or Nobunaga. Pakunoda deals with memories, while Shizuku only needs an object to get information out of someone they wish to rob. Machi’s an excellent healer, but could also kill a man with needles if needed. The group currently resides in an abandoned church in a nearby country to your home that’s dense with forest and creatures you’ve never heard of. 

Tonight, Chrollo met with the newest member of the Spider: Uvogin. He has no desire to learn of God or give to the needy, he’s simply a werewolf that enjoys disturbing the peace of the humans who once mocked and shamed him after his initial transformation. Chrollo could understand that; there’s no need in forcing his views down his throat. So long as he helps wreak havoc when needed, Uvogin will be happy. 

The rest of the group is currently awaiting his arrival at the church. You’re by the altar speaking to Pakunoda, Shizuku and Shalnark discussing the newest member while Nobunaga and Machi cuddle together in a corner by the entrance. 

“What if he bites me…” Shalnark’s voice is laced with anxiety as you try to reassure him. You can’t blame the poor thing, but you don’t doubt Chrollo’s judgement. 

“Not all werewolves are vicious like that! It’s a fear based on ignorance.” Pakunoda tries to calm the shaking satyr. His left hoove rapidly taps at the floor beneath him. 

“Shut up about ignorance! The fear was real when that son of a bitch bit into me!” He frowns. 

The front door opens. You turn to see Chrollo smiling at you with a large, burly man behind him. His hair is untamable and he wears scraps for clothing, but he seems eager. 

“Everyone, this is Uvogin. He’s been interested in meeting with us since we robbed the king of Padokea last month.” Chrollo explains, continuing his walk towards the main group. 

“Awesome! I’m not the only half human freak here!” Uvogin shouts, staring directly at Shalnark. “Nice to meet you all! Chrollo’s told me nothing but good things.” He grins. “But when do we start causin’ a ruckus?” He blurts out, staring at Chrollo now. 

“Patience, Uvogin. Nobunaga here has visions; he predicted that you would be at our next robbery, a smile shining as you carry the weight of gold around you.” Chrollo explains. “It’s why I sought you out as well.”

“Hell yes! Who’s Nobunaga? I’ll kill five men for you!” He roars as Nobunaga raises his hand. 

“That would be me, partner.” He responds with a lazy smile on his face. Nobunaga enjoys the werewolf’s energy, even if they were an untamable race. 

-

You’re good with a gun, but you don’t enjoy killing. Chrollo makes sure to shoot others down for you before you have the chance, and you’re grateful. None of the other members seem to mind death at their hands, and Chrollo lost his convictions on the matter long ago. He’s earned riches for the poor and anyone else he could consider in desperate need of them. Not just that, medicine, clothing, shelter, things not accessible to the outliers of society. He keeps a small portion of the money, but rarely has reason to use it. 

He watches as you stick dried rose beads onto string, one of the final steps of creating a rosary.  Chrollo often goes out searching for roses for you, bringing you bouquets just for you to turn them to clay. He doesn’t mind of course so long as you’re happy. 

“You think he’d get the message by now.” Nobunaga smirks, watching as his leader stares at the woman from across the church's long dead garden. Uvogin and Shalnark laugh, and so does the newest member of The Spider: Phinks. He’s a regular human who often dresses as a Pharaoh, makeup and all. His strength is ungodly; Chrollo’s certain he has some magical advantage but the man is an orphan. He wouldn’t know the answer without knowing his ancestral bloodline. 

“What do you mean?” Chrollo turns around to face the men behind him. All four of them look at Chrollo as if he were the stupidest man on earth (which he’s far from). 

“Chief… come on. You gave up your priesthood for her and you always- I mean for God’s sake, when aren’t you checking up on her?!” Shalnark points out. The other men nod in agreement. “Even Phinks caught on, and he’s only been here for a month.” He adds.

“She stays because I give her a sense of safety-“

“Jesus Christ you’re as blind as a bat.”

“Shut it, Shalnark.” Chrollo groans out, walking away from the gazebo they stood under. He could hear them roaring with laughter, and he’d let them. It doesn't matter so long as you’re happy and safe. Chrollo wouldn’t consider you a lover, more of a best friend. He’s certain you feel the same way as him; anything romantic has to be purely imagined by the group. 

“What are they laughing about?” You ask Chrollo as he sits across from you. You enjoy wearing chemise dresses now, and never hide your hair. Chrollo’s glad, it suits you more than the robes and headdresses did. 

“They’re just teasing, it’s all in good fun.” He responds, watching you finish as you place the last of the beads on the rosary. Chrollo hesitates for a moment before speaking. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Hm?” You don’t look up, you never do when you’re focused on rosaries.

“Do you want to stay with us? I know you don’t mind stealing- but you hesitate when it comes to killing… which isn’t often for you but- what I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to stay if this isn’t the lifestyle you want.” Chrollo rushes out, earning a moment of stillness from you. You look up at him, staring into his very soul. 

“Do… Do you not want me around?” You speak clearly, but the look in your eyes tells him a different story. 

“That’s not it! Listen, I’ve saved up enough money for myself. I can buy you a house in a nice town-“

“Then what is it? Because it certainly sounds like you don’t want me here anymore.” You snap at him. You can be sassy at times, sure, but he’s never seen you… distressed like this. 

He speaks your name clearly, as if to get a point across. “No, never that!” He persists, wondering if this was a mistake. “I just want you to be comfortable and to live a life you’re content with.” He smiles at you, but it seems he’s preaching to a deaf choir. 

For the first time since he’s known you, you drop the rosary and leave it unfinished on the table. Some beads scatter onto the floor as you stand and walk away deeper into the gardens. Chrollo feels his heart race. He quickly picks up the beads on the floor as well as the necklace. Did he say something wrong? 

He hears the men howling as they watch the unfortunate sight before them, irking Chrollo even more. He needs to follow you and disregard them… your feelings are more important than their satisfaction. 

“Do you think she’ll stay mad?” Uvogin whispers to the group. 

“Nah, had a vision the other night. She won’t be upset for long.” Nobunaga clarifies. 

-

Chrollo finds you sitting under a statue of the Virgin Mary, paying no mind to anything besides his Messiah’s holy mother. You lean on her as if she could give you some sort of physical comfort that you certainly haven’t been blessed with in years. Despite her ignorance in life, there’s no doubt you miss a motherly presence in yours. 

Chrollo calls out to you gently, unmoving, but observant. You turn your head away, do tears fall down your face because of him? Chrollo never intended to hurt you, he doesn’t exactly know what he said in the first place but…

“Go away.” You mumble against the statue. 

“I can’t in good conscience leave you upset, dearest.” 

“You don’t even want me around.” You snark back. 

“But I do! You’re the very soul I’ve done all of this for, if I had it my way you’d never be separated from me.” Chrollo admits, sitting down next to you. “But I can’t be selfish with you, not after everything you’ve gone through.” He whispers. 

“Two years ago, I told you that I felt safer with you than I did with anyone else, that I didn’t want to leave your side no matter what. What part of that did you not understand?” You finally face him, a betrayed looked in your eyes. “You’re undermining me just like everyone else.”

“My apologies, that was never my intention, I just want you to be safe.” 

“But you want to abandon me like everyone else.”

He struck a nerve, didn’t he? A sensitive one at that. 

“My dear, I love you too much to abandon you.” You finally look at him with something that isn’t discontent, calming Chrollo. “All I’m saying is that if you ever wish for something else, by all means tell me and I’ll make it happen. Since you want to be at my side, I’ll keep you here for eternity.” Chrollo reassures. You finally smile a bit, even if it’s petite. 

“You love me?” You repeat back to him, and Chrollo nods. 

“Of course I do! I love you as much as I love everyone else here.” Your smile drops again, oh no…

You shove Chrollo against his side, quickly standing up with a fury he’s never seen from you. 

“You’re so fucking confusing!” You don’t speak, but yell. He’s never heard you swear either… Chrollo gathers his senses as he stands, walking after you, and unfortunately for him you happened to go past the group of men who mocked him earlier. You’ve made your way to your sleeping quarter, perhaps he should give you some time…

“So why’d she yell?” Nobunaga asks as Chrollo makes his way back to the gazebo. 

Chrollo sighs before recapping the events from minutes ago, unsure if they can even help him in this. When he finishes, the group unashamedly laugh at him, making Chrollo shrink in stature. He’s not used to this treatment…

“Holy shit- I can’t believe you’re the smartest guy here!” Uvogin barks, holding onto his stomach as if it pains him to laugh. It probably does. 

“Even I could see what’s wrong and I don’t have experiences with human women.”

“Oh my god, the damn satyr could have played it off better!” 

Chrollo’s had enough of this mockery, of being everyone’s punching bag. “Well what in Hell did I do wrong?” He snaps, looking at them for answers. 

“Boss… she clearly has feelings-“

“As in romantic-“

“As in she’s IN love-“

“Are we sure he gets the picture yet?” Phinks finishes, earning a few chuckles from everyone. 

“She loves you. And you rejected her feelings by saying you love her as much as you love everyone else… I mean it’s pretty obvious.” Nobunaga finishes. 

“To be fair, it’s not as if you’ve ever tried in terms of romance, but come on chief.” Shalnark pipes in. 

You were in love with him? Are they sure? You’re too quaint to be with a man like him, even though your actions rival his own…

“I’ve made a terrible mistake, haven’t I?” Chrollo groans, he’s probably ruined whatever chances of happiness he’s ever had with you. He smacks himself on the forehead, he needs to fix this, fast. 

-

There’s only one set of dorms at the abandoned church, so it wasn’t difficult to locate you by any means. He can hear your voice along with Pakunoda’s coming from behind your personal quarters. You have definitely been crying, that’s obvious. He leans up against the door, wanting to make sure he wasn’t interrupting. 

“… but my dreams can be avoided. I guess this was one of those times.” Your raspy voice admits to your well acquainted friend. 

“I hate him! He broke my heart- and I didn’t even think that was possible! And I left my rosary on that damn table…” you admit, voice raw with emotion. He hears some sort of banging coming from inside, and he feels a pang in his own heart. He’s ruined everything with you, you won’t ever see him as a friend now, or anything more, what a fool he’s been!

“You don’t hate him,” Pakunoda coos, “you’re just upset.”

“Well yes, but it damn well feels like I do!”

“You’re a passionate girl, his loss, truly. I think you’d bode well with someone like Phinks, at least he won’t be dumb enough to blow you off… and he’s the stupid one here, scratch that- you don’t need a man.” Pakunoda jokes, but Chrollo doesn’t enjoy her suggestion. You with Phinks? Unlikely, unthinkable, and abhorrent to his very soul. 

“Ugh, I should just leave like he wanted anyway. I’ve already made a fool of myself. Would you keep this between the two of-“

Chrollo knocks on the door, harshly. He’s had enough of this, he’d straighten it out and fix things between the two of you. 

“GO AWAY.” You yell at the door. Pakunoda groans out a small “ow!” But he hears movement regardless. “What are you doing?!” You whisper as Pakunoda opens the door, revealing her boss. 

“I think you two have a lot to talk about.” She acknowledges, winking at Chrollo as she walks out of the room and into the hall. You groan at the site of Chrollo, laying on your mattress with your hands over your face. He walks in, sitting at the edge of your bed. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that- I wasn’t aware- I don’t know how to do this.” He sighs in defeat, placing his own hands in his face in absolute frustration. Chrollo’s never had to confess his feelings before, he devoted himself to God as a child, how the hell do people do this?! He looks up at you and sees you haven’t moved an inch, still covering your lovely face. 

“I do love you-“

“Like you love everyone else.”

“More than that-“

“You’re just saying that because I’m in distress!”

You’re inconsolable, understandable but a bit irritating. 

“Please sit up, dear. Look me in the eyes as we speak.” Chrollo begs, and he thanks God that you listen. You hold onto your knees as you stare him down with swollen eyes. 

“I’ve never ever wanted to hurt you,” he whispers, scooting closer to you, “please forgive me, I’ve never had to confess my feelings for someone, you’ll be the first and I can see I’m already blowing it.” He chuckles, but your face remains impassive. “I’ll admit, I’ve felt something stronger than… friendship towards you since I first gave that sermon three years ago- even before that, your kindness was evident. You were the only one who understood my message of acceptance and love, that was clear to me. The way you said my name that day, as if I held the answer to everything… but truth be told, I’m useless without you dear. You’ve changed my life for the better and I never want you to stop changing it, impacting me every breath I take. I’ve made mistakes, that’s an indisputable truth, but leaving with you was never something I’d regret. I do love you, and I kept myself ignorant of your feelings towards me because I could never imagine that an angel such as yourself would love me.” Chrollo takes a deep breath in, mentally exhausted from such a confession. It was easier to confess his sins to Father Elroy as a child than to admit his indescribable affections towards you. One of your delicate hands grabs onto his, giving him hope that he’s finally done something right with you today. 

“I’m still mad at you,” you sniffle. His face falls, you have the audacity to call him confusing but you hold his hand while you’re upset with him?! “But I do love you too.” You briefly smile. 

“You’re so fucking confusing,” he repeats your words back to you, and you both giggle. 

“I learned it from you!” You retort, smacking his hand before holding it once more. “Don’t you dare use my words against me!” 

“Forgive me, dear. Also, promise me you won’t leave?” He brings up, remembering your words to Pakunoda. You nod, bringing his hand towards your lips to kiss it. 

“I’m safest with you anyway.”

-

“Don’t touch my darling.” The sound of a gunshot echoes behind Chrollo, then that of a body hitting the ground. Chrollo quickly turns around to see one of Lord Bizeff’s guards dead, a growing pool of blood under him. A large polearm clanks as it rolls out of his grip, the very weapon that would have taken his life if not for you. You stand several meters away in the castle hallway, holding your gun still. 

“My love, you need to be more careful!” you warn, putting the safety on your device as you run up to him for a great hug. “Those weapons are filled with poison, I can’t live without you!” You scold, holding and kissing his face so lovingly. The shock wears off, and Chrollo’s hands immediately snake around your waist. 

“I thought they were all dead…” he admits, accepting your kisses around his pale, chubby cheeks. 

“I had a vision last night… I don’t have to explain what happened, do I? Come on, we still need to open the main gate for the others.” You say, letting go as you continue your trail down the castle’s hallway. 

What would Chrollo do without you? Thank god for you, his guardian angel. 

-

The Spider drinks away their worries inside an old cabin as they celebrate their latest victory: the castle of Lord Bizeff. A detestable man, truly. He donated hundreds of thousands of Jenny to the church, yet trafficked women around the countries. He kept some for himself, Machi and Shizuku were more than happy to free them and give them enough Jenny to ease their troubles. The trauma they couldn’t make up for, but they had their freedom once more. Better than to be that filth’s toy, even death would be more merciful. 

Chrollo stands outside of the cabin, smoking a cigarette as he thinks of his near demise today. 

You saved him, but he almost left this life without marrying you, without having children to raise and love with you. If he were to rise to heaven today, he would have regrets. His soul would be shattered at the thought of you loving another human as time passes, Chrollo couldn’t bear the thought of it. 

The door to the back opens, and his drunken woman grabs ahold of his arm. “What’s wrong, my love? Come inside!” You encourage, kissing his muscular forearm. Chrollo offers you his cigarette by placing it in front of your mouth, and you happily inhale the smoke into your lungs. You look ethereal as you blow it out, looking up at him with nothing but admiration and love. 

“Will you marry me, dear?” He suddenly asks, holding onto your waist with his free arm. “I don’t want to live in a world where you’re not my wife- dear God, I don’t even have a ring…” he realizes, rolling his eyes at his own stupidity. “I promise I’ll get one soon, I just- I can’t stand not calling you my wife.” He admits, throwing his cigarette onto the ground as he kisses your forehead. Your eyes glimmer with excitement as you enthusiastically nod. 

“Of course I’ll marry you! Nothing could make me happier than being your wife-“ Chrollo cuts you off with a kiss, feeling the rage of passion take over. You’ll be married soon, that’s all that matters to him now; He’ll live and die without regrets. 

-

“Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Hisoka. He’s an excellent thief and more than worthy of joining The Spider.” Chrollo says with a smile on his face. The members hiding in the church all look over to their leader, staring at the man before them. A tall, slender man with burning red hair and a jester's outfit walks behind your lover, making your heart stop for a moment. A few of the members wave to him, but most of you ignore his prying eyes. His golden orbs stop at you in particular, grinning widely as he bows. 

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you all, I’m sure I’ll leave quite an impression.” He says, an undetectable accent to him that sends shivers down your spine. 

His gaze never leaves you, and you’re not the only soul to notice either. Nobunaga stands in front of you as if to guard you, filled with disgust as he continues to look in your direction.  you turn your back, continuing your conversation with Machi to distract yourself from the feeling of… whatever this was. His voice feels familiar to you, as if you heard it long ago in a dream. 

-

“Boss, you shouldn’t trust that clown.” Urges Nobunaga. Chrollo, of course, has ignored all advice to let go of Hisoka. This wasn’t the first time a member has voiced their concern for Hisoka’s ways, but Chrollo’s too blindsided by all the good in his life. 

He’s too comfortable, and Nobunaga simply wants what’s best for his friend. 

“I’ve heard it all, he’s always late, he goes by his own plans during heist, he’s unsettling-“

“Boss! I don’t have a good feeling about this, and neither does she.” He’s referring to you of course, you’ve voiced your opinion on the jester as well. 

“Nobunaga, my philosophy stands as a vital point of The Spider. We do this as a means to help the people who need it, regardless of who they are and where they come from. I refuse to raise judgement on a soul that the church itself would deem evil; my fiancée is the perfect example of this.” Chrollo rebutes, staring at the newly painted image of you he had paid a hefty price for. 

“She’s a good soul, we don’t doubt that! There’s something… something sinister about this man. I don’t even think he’s human at times.”

“Neither are Uvogin or Shalnark for that matter. What point are you trying to make?” Chrollo’s had enough of this. Hisoka’s helped enough in the group, it’s nonsensical to leave him behind because of his status.  

Nobunaga sighs, there’s no point in this. The chief’s words were final, after all. 

-

For the first time in 5 years, you screamed in your sleep again. Chrollo awakes to the horrible shrieks coming out of your mouth, trying desperately to wake you to no avail. Nobunaga and Machi barge into your current room, witnessing you thrashing around the bed as Chrollo tries to stop your arms from hurting yourself. 

“She’s having a vision.” Nobunaga states, “My love, wake Pakunoda. She can probably see what she's dreaming of.” Nobunaga orders and Machi runs out of the room. Nobunaga goes to Chrollo’s side and restrains your legs, keeping you from hurting Chrollo. “She won’t wake until it’s over, it’s a harsh reality for people like us.” Nobunaga yells out over your screams of terror. 

“Make it… stop!” You screech, as if in pain. You beg for help, screaming your lover's name over and over until you demand mercy. 

“Am- am I doing something in her vision to her? I would never dream of harming her!” Chrollo yells back, looking to Nobunaga for answers. The two women enter the room before Nobunaga can respond. Pakunoda looks down at you with pity, but grabs hold of your temples with her hands. 

She holds you for a moment, but immediately lets go as she shrieks, throwing her body back and moving to the opposite side of the room as she pants. 

“What the hell is that?!” She bawls, holding onto herself for comfort. “It’s- it's eating her, it’s eating her heart!” Pakunoda cries, “I could feel it, fuck- I can’t tell you what the hell that thing is but it’s consuming her… with purpose. It’s calculated, it has to be the devil himself,” she whispers as Machi hugs her for comfort. 

“STOP!” You shriek as your eyes finally open. The men let go of your body as you begin to shake, tears streaming down your face as you break out in sobs. You throw your body against Chrollo’s, unable to speak. 

“It’s okay my love, you’ll be okay… I’ll stop anything that tries to hurt you.” He coos into the shell of your ear. You viciously shake your head against his chest, there was nothing that could stop the wolf from claiming its lamb. Every fiber in your soul knew it. 

-

“All of her dreams can be avoided if we’re careful, she was alone in the dream so at least one person has to stick by her side at all times.” Pakunoda explains as the rest of the members listen to her. They sit in the pews of the church they currently reside in discussing your situation. Your visions have ceased entirely besides the one that haunts you almost every night. Machi is currently watching over you in the dormitory, making sure you can rest at least four hours tonight. Ever since the first dream, you’ve begun malnourishing yourself and have been significantly quieter. Your rosaries are untouched and you seem to have no interest in making them anymore. 

“She’s had this dream for years now, she first spoke of it when I arrived at the old monastery. It’s the reason why I messaged Nobunaga to begin with.” Chrollo explains, pacing down the aisle. The group has never seen him so anxious, his typical calm nature nowhere to be seen. “Pakunoda, can you look into her vision again?” The woman stiffens at her boss's request. “Try to see what the creature looks like, perhaps we can kill it before it reaches her.” There's still no response from her. Chrollo turns to face the blonde and she avoids eye contact. 

“I can still feel it gnawing at my body…” she whispers, “it felt like I was staring at death itself; and the way it moaned as it bit into me…” she trails off. “I’ll do it, but only this once.”

-

“Chrollo, would you do anything for me?” You meekly ask, holding onto his arm as you cuddle together in your bed. Your hair is thinning, and so is your body. Chrollo managed to feed you some fruits today, but it’s the most you’ve eaten in days. You can’t sustain yourself like this. 

“Of course, my love,” he responds with love, running a hand through your lackluster hair. 

“Never let that awful man near me. The jester; his eyes haunt me.” You croak out. “I’ll never ask you for anything again, please just be rid of him.” You persist. Chrollo looks down into your eyes, they lack the spirit that once brought them light. He couldn’t deny you this request, even if it meant disregarding his own philosophy. 

“I won’t let Hisoka near you, don’t concern yourself with him.” He smiles reassuringly as you cuddle into his forearm once more. “We have one final heist tomorrow, after that we’ll part ways with him.” He assures. You nod your head and breathe in his scent, it’s always calmed you. 

“Can we eat something else? I think I can try something more savory now, my hunger returns.” Chrollo’s eyes brighten at your words, perhaps you’d finally return to normal! 

“Of course, my dear! Anything for you.” He coos, enthusiastically kissing your forehead. 

-

You managed to eat lentil soup tonight before retiring to bed, making Chrollo a happy man. Pakunoda stands by, mentally preparing herself for what’s to happen. 

“If there’s anything I can do to give back to you for this, just tell me. I’d do anything for my wife.” Chrollo says, watching as you peacefully slumber. 

“I care about her, just promise me you’ll keep her happy… and finally do away with the clown.” She replies. “Aren’t you eager? Already calling her your wife and you’re not even wed yet. It’s darling.” She compliments. “She’s eager too, you know? She already has her wedding dress…” Pakunoda teases. Chrollo blushes for a moment, but moves out of the way for her. Pakunoda reaches her hands out and touches your temples once more, looking into your head. 

“Stormy… the winds are rough… she’s in a white dress… ugh… the altar… it’s … bloody… there’s whispers, getting louder…” Pakunoda mumbles out, her eyes shut just like yours. 

“What do they say?” Chrollo asks. 

“Hate… hate you… lovely look… little lamb… there’s nothing you can do… show me your face… you love blood, but not like I do… my final feast, little lamb-“ Pakunoda tenses, so does your own body. “No body, only eyes… they stare into us… No! Wake up! Wake up right now!” Pakunoda’s eyes shoot open as she lets go of your temples and grabs onto your shoulders instead, shaking you rapidly. “Please! I can’t- I can’t let you suffer this again! Wake up dammit!” One hand reaches for your temple as the other slaps you across the face, forcing your eyes open as you breathe in deeply.

“What the hell?” You pant out, looking at your surroundings. Chrollo rushes to your side and rubs the cheek Pakunoda slapped you on, making sure you were okay. You meekly smile at both of them. “How did I wake up?” You sigh. 

“Apologies boss, but I couldn’t stand by while she suffers from her vision. I hit you, apologies honey. I think my powers helped disturb your vision” Pakunoda explains to you, not quite understanding herself either. 

“No, you did the right thing. I’m thankful.” You pant, sitting up and crawling into Chrollo’s lap. “Do you have to go on the heist tomorrow?” You grumble, gathering your lover's attention. 

“Pakunoda and Shizuku will stay here with you, you’ll be perfectly safe, my love.” Chrollo assures. You hesitantly nod, but accept your fate. 

-

“How do I look?” You twirl around in a magnificent, pearly white dress that could only ever be designed for someone of a wealthy background. That doesn’t matter to you, you stole it out of Bizeff’s castle after Chrollo proposed to you. It’s not as if anyone there would need it. Pakunoda claps while Shizuku whistles, it’s truly the most beautiful design for you. 

Everyone else left for the heist an hour ago. You’d move locations again after this, but Pakunoda insisted on seeing the dress before they came back.

“Marvelous, honey.”

“I think it was made for you in mind.”

You blush at their compliments, feeling a sense of pride at the thought of being Chrollo’s wife. “All of these years with him by my side…” you begin, staring out the window to look at the sunset, “and we’ll be together as husband and wife. I can’t express to you both how happy I am.” You wipe a tear from your face, turning around to see both women suddenly asleep. You go up to Pakunoda first, shaking her and calling out her name in desperation.. Then Shizuku, who was falling off your bed. You grab ahold of her body and place her gently onto the mattress as you try to wake your friends. 

“This- this isn’t funny! Wake up! Both of you please!” You shriek, feeling your heart race more and more. They could still breathe, thank God, but why did they suddenly fall asleep?! “Shizuku! Pakunoda! Please wake up! You’re scaring me!” You panic, feeling your breathing unravel. 

The sound of a bell startles you, and you look out at the window again. There’s no sunset anymore, only rapid clouds growing as they cover the atmosphere with a murky darkness akin to that of Hell itself. You grab your gun, taking the safety off. You reach for the door and hesitate, grabbing one of your rosaries off the table and placing it around your neck. It’s enough to give you the confidence to open the door and leave the dormitory. 

The bell atop the church is swaying rapidly but no one mans the rope, you can see that much. You let out a shaky breath, holding onto the gun carefully. Someone is in there, but you’ll kill them for the sake of the group. You dash inside of the church and a sense of déjà vu and dread overwhelms you. 

You fucked up. You shouldn’t have entered. You quickly turn to exit but the doors wouldn’t budge, no matter how much you push or pull. The glass! There are stained glasses next to the door! It would be a shame to break them, but you’re left with no choice. You run up to the one on the right, shooting it with one of your bullets as it shatters onto the floor. You walk up to your exit and sigh in defeat; a blue flame engulfed all of the exits. Only the exits, the rest of the grounds were left unharmed. 

“Why do you run, little lamb? Show me your face.” A voice moans across the chapel. He shouldn’t be here… he left with the rest of them! Dammit! You told Chrollo to be rid of him! Why didn’t he listen to you?! 

“You love blood, don’t you? The rush of killing a man… to take his life for the sins he’s committed… don’t you feel ever so righteous? Yes… you adore the sensation, but not like I do.” He suddenly growls. You’ll kill him, there’s no other choice left for you. “Come, my sweet, mourning lamb. Suffering is nigh.” It’s all coming true, your dreams, your visions. Will this be your final night on earth? But Chrollo… he would be devastated… you can’t do this, you won’t give in. 

You make your way to the aisle, the jester nowhere to be seen, yet you could feel eyes on you. The bell continues to echo throughout the church, unsettling you more. 

“Ah! You’re wearing the dress too! What a lovely look, little lamb! I hate you, but I have to admit the boss has wonderful taste.” Its voice mocks you, it’s everywhere and nowhere at once. “How beautiful…” he moans, “how… finite.” 

You feel hands on you but there’s nothing. You try your best to shake off the feeling but it’s becoming too much. Will Pakunoda and Shizuku be okay? The cross that holds the crucified body of Christ at the front of the altar suddenly falls onto the floor. He's long abandoned this church, hasn’t he?

“There’s nothing you can do…” a hand grabs at your neck, choking you. You feel something physical behind you now, a body. “You’ll come to know your God soon; tell him Hisoka says hello! Quite the bastard that thing is.” He whispers, licking the shell of your ear as you drop your gun and struggle against him. Fresh tears drop freely from your eyes as you panic, spots begin to cover your vision as he drags you by the neck towards the altar. 

-

“Where the fuck is he?” Uvogin spits out, “we need to leave now boss. They’ve called for more backup.” He warns, grabbing as much Jenny as he could and placing it into a sack. 

Chrollo sighs, “Maybe he’s heard I plan to be rid of him. Let’s head back to the hideout.” He declares. The rest of the members nod, filling their own sacks of money. Another wealthy family who owns slaves; what filth! They managed to free them in time, giving them a few thousand Jenny to let them start off their new lives. 

The group heads out of the estate, making their way back to the hideout. 

-

Chrollo is heavily distraught at the sight before him; a cerulean fire covers parts of the church, at least, that’s what he can see through the thick fog. There were no winds and thick clouds when they left… None of this is right, and the eerie sound of the bell trolling doesn’t quell his nerves either. 

Uvogin, Phinks, and Nobunaga run up to the church’s door and attempt to push it to no avail. 

“This… this isn’t possible- my love!” Chrollo makes a dash for the dormitory, dropping everything he has as he runs into your bedroom. Pakunoda is unconscious, and it seems that Shizuku is barely opening her eyes. She mumbled your name as she rubs her eyes, looking around and attempting to stand. 

“I feel… so dizzy…” she whispers as she falls onto the ground. Shalnark and Machi follow behind him, entering your bedroom as Chrollo grabs Shizuku and helps her onto the chair by your desk. 

“What happened to my love? Where is she?” Chrollo rushes out, tears threatening to spill from his face. “What happened to you two?!”

“She was… talking to us when I… I fell asleep. I don’t know why, it just overwhelmed me…” Shizuku says, hunched over. She looks at your desk and grabs ahold of one of the rosaries you’ve left, letting the spirits take over her soul. Shizuku’s eyes roll to the back of her head as they overwhelm her with the truth. 

“The jester has waited too long,

He’s coming! He’s coming! He rages with hunger!

She’ll come to know her God is what he says!

He’s already feasted, the closest he’ll get to heaven!

Return the demon back to hell where it belongs…”

Shizuku passes out once more, losing her grip on reality. She used the last of her strength to help him… 

“Machi, Shalnark, keep watch over their bodies! Make sure no one harms them.” Chrollo orders as he makes his way to the church. Despite the flames burning there was no smell besides that of rotten flesh. The men still stood trying their hardest to open the damn doors when Chrollo notices the sound of your voice. 

“STOP!” You shriek, followed by the wails of a tortured woman putting Chrollo into overdrive. He slams his fist against the door and tries his best to force it open, feeling absolutely useless. 

“The fire’s enchanted, we’d burn to death if we touch it with a finger.” Nobunaga explains. “Uvogin, do you think you could scratch the door open?” 

The werewolf’s claws extend as your cries of pain grow louder. He scratches at the old wood, barely leaving a mark on them. Your voice finally quiets down, and the flames cease. Chrollo pushes at the doors and they finally open, as if mocking the Spider. The men rush inside to a scene they’ll all remember for centuries to come. 

Hisoka stands over your body as a pool of flesh and blood grows under the altar you were laid on. Bones were thrown onto the floor as well, most likely your left arm as you’ve predicted hundreds of times. The jester grins over your body, holding your half-eaten heart in his claws. The blood vessels are still attached as he takes his final bite of your life source. You’re dead, and you probably have been for a while. 

Nobunaga’s the first to take action, taking out his blade as he rushes to cut off Hisoka’s head. He’s successful, but it doesn’t immediately kill off the demon. Chrollo rushes to your mutilated body and holds onto you, staring into your empty eyes as his tears spill from his eyes and onto your agonized face. Your wedding dress… stained with blood and ruined by the savagery of Hisoka. 

“Why… why?!” He screams, to Hisoka, to God, the Spider’s members, to anyone who’d listen to the man’s grievances. 

Hisoka’s decapitated head chuckles at the sight before him, licking its lips. “I merely wanted a final feast before returning to my prison… She was well worth the wait. I knew I did right by setting her home on fire all those years ago… her soul was a marvelous last supper.” He cackles as the last of his power leaves his head, burning itself and his body into ashes. 

“What did she do to deserve this?! What have I done to deserve such a betrayal?! To have my wife- my woman taken from me in such a brutal way?!” Chrollo wails, grabbing hold of his own sword as he rises, gently leaving your body on the altar as he walks to the fallen crucified body of Christ. 

“I’ve dedicated my life to you! I’ve killed for you! I’ve given to those who never had their own means of attaining for you! I followed everything I could… and this, this is how you reward me?! By taking my only joy away, by making her suffer at the hands of a demon?! To hell with this, damn you!” Chrollo strikes into the heart of the Lord’s chest, a stream of human blood flowing through the area his sword struck at, surprising the group. They watch as their untethered leader removes the blade, now stained by the blood of Christ. 

“It’s- it’s made out of stone… how is that possible..?” Whispers Phinks to Uvogin, both equally shocked at the sight before them. 

Chrollo’s body suddenly drops to the floor, grabbing ahold of his face as a burning sensation fills his body. “What’s… what’s happening to me?!” He demands, his teeth aching with agony. 

“I think you’ve upset your Lord.” Nobunaga replies, kneeling next to his lifelong friend. “Chrollo, I’ve never seen human blood come out of a statue like this… I think Hisoka may have cursed this whole place.” He warns, “we should get you and her body out of here… there’s a castle about a few hours walk into the forest, we’d have to go through the mountains but it shouldn’t be anything difficult for us.” Nobunaga didn’t know what else to say to him as Chrollo pants heavily in pain. 

One of his fingers slips down to his sword, dragging it in the blood of Christ. He brings it up to his face, sniffing it profusely until he licks at it, disgusting Nobunaga. 

“Boss- that’s not-“ Chrollo suddenly pushes Nobunaga down, eyes blown wide with bloodlust. He notices sharp fangs have grown in his teeth, sharp and yet to be baptized. Before anyone can stop Chrollo, he rushes up to your body, overwhelmed with the scent of blood. He gently bites into the unstained side of your neck, drinking your still-warm blood. He grabs onto your body once more, holding you delicately as he feast to his heart's content. 

No one stops him, they’re all too shocked to move. The sight of him consuming your blood… would you have been okay with this? Does your soul watch over him now in pity or anger? Are you happy to nourish your lover in death? 

Chrollo’s had his fill of you, if he couldn’t have your body physically, then at least he could devour you in the only way his mind could comprehend now. 

Hisoka consumed you out of greed and lust; was Chrollo’s reasoning much different?

He looks down at your body as he pants, more tears forming at his eyes. “Forgive me, beloved. I won’t harm your body again… I didn’t realize what I'd done until I did it; let me bury you and put you to rest.” Chrollo sobs out, carrying your bloodied body bridal style for the last time. 

“Where did you say that castle was located? Nobunaga? She deserves a beautiful home to rest in.” 

-

“What happened to the church after that? How did the others transform?” Kalluto asks, leaning against Chrollo’s side. Chrollo chuckles as he places his arm around his underling, sighing. 

“I buried my lover that night, the following day we came back to burn it down, no one’s dared to step on that land since.” Chrollo explains. “I… I turned Nobunaga a few days later in a fit of blood lust. He wasn’t upset, he said he dreamt of it happening the night my lover died. He expected it to happen.” 

“So… you were the one to turn Nobunaga?” Kalluto confirms. “But what about the rest of them?”

“Nobunaga turned Machi a few days after that instance, it was by accident. The blood lust was too overwhelming for him and he nearly killed her. He fed her his own blood and turned her that night… admittedly I turned Pakunoda soon after starving myself for a few days, Phinks and Shizuku were turned by Machi, and Uvogin and Shalnark continue to live due to the potions Shizuku’s created.” Chrollo explains as he rises from the snowy ground. Kalluto follows suit right after, holding onto Chrollo’s hand as they begin to walk back to the castle. 

“What about Franklin and Feitan? They’re not vampires, and neither is Bonolenov.” He continues. 

“Franklin… admittedly as a vampyrling I stole his body from a grave in the village to experiment on. He’s what I refer to as a Frankenstein, strong and immortal. He likes to stay with Shizuku and help her with experiments. Feitan’s a naga, their life expectancy can reach into the thousands. Bon was already a mummy when he joined The Spider. Any more questions, my underling?” Chrollo asks amusedly, opening the metal doors to the back entrance of his home. 

“How come you never leave the castle?” Kalluto continues.

“My beloved rests here and it was my foolish choices that led to her demise, so I won’t leave her for an extended amount of time. The Spider will be here shortly, let’s prepare the dining hall for them.”

-

“Kalluto! Your hair’s grown longer.” Pakunoda comments as she pulls in the boy for a hug. “You look sharper too, getting over the fledgling stage, huh?” She adds, pulling away from him. 

“Damn, I missed this place! Is the boss inside?” Uvogin roars as he strides past the opened gate. 

“He’s catching your dinner.” Kalluto confirms, watching as more members fill the courtyard. “Franklin, Shizuku, and Feitan are in the foyer, you can join them in there while I wait for Nobunaga, Machi, and Bonolenov.” Kalluto instructs. Uvogin walks ahead while Pakunoda stays behind with Kalluto. 

“How has he been?”

“Same as always. He told me about his dead fiancée. He won’t move on from her.”

“That’s expected, they were practically soulmates… he’s been happier with you around, so thank you for that.”

Kalluto shifts uncomfortably, looking away from the woman. “It’s not like I asked to be turned, but I am grateful. This life… I don’t think I can move on from certain things now.” He admits. 

“You’re a vampire, you’ll learn to relish in that one day.”

-

Chrollo sips on a chalice of blood as the spider members feast on their own delicacies. Most of them are vampyres too, but it was quite entertaining to watch Uvogin and Feitan eat the deer he hunted for them. Feitan unhinges his jaws in order to swallow it whole, while Uvogin prefers to slash into his meat with his bare claws. Bon didn’t eat much, basic human sustenance would fuel him such as fruit and cooked meat, same with Franklin. 

“Boss! Why’d you call us here anyway?” Uvogin barks out between savory bites of the deer carcass. “Been a while, missed you guys- fuck, this deer’s real good!” He moans. 

“The local villages have all grown weary of us once more since they’ve noticed Kalluto’s lack of aging- I believe we should give them something to truly worry about.” 

[night-dazai]

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SLAP! Your ass throbbed with pain and pleasure as both of them riled into your cunt and mouth “Bella ~~” one moaned out while the other grabbed your breasts harshly while calling you a whore. It has been hours you were sure but not one of them had any intentions of stopping “pls.. I cannot “ you whined when one took his dick out of your mouth only to get another harsh slap across your ass and a mean hard thrust “ shut it “ one said while the other kissed your passionately “ one more love ~”. His smooth voice wanted you to do more for him but the other made sure you did more for him little did you know they were opposites but one thing they had in common was that not one of them was stopping anytime soon “ Dazai ~~” your moan was horse and rough due to your overused vocals “ yes love/slut” both answers moving their hair from their face. 

FEW HOURS BEFORE : 

“This is a fucking time travel machine !!!” you shouted to your boyfriend, you both were supposed to find the criminal who stole the machine, arrest him and destroy the machine. “Not use it to go to the past !” you shouted while your lover was too excited looking at his surroundings “It sure is the past !” he exclaimed clapping his hands together like a happy kid. You wanted to punch the life out of this man but you could not plus just 24 hours after that you guys will automatically go back to the future or your present. 

For one hour both of you walked the streets of Yokohama seeing your past “That shop “ you said pointing at a candy shop. Dazai giggled “Yeah, after each mission, I would go there right ? Why not get some candy now ?” he asked. Both of you entered the tiny box-like shop but stopped dead in your tracks seeing a brown-haired in a black coat biting his nails instead of the food . “thaa…” you stammered while Dazai smiled but it was a sad one, before any one of you could act you already made eye contact with him “Port mafia executive Osamu Dazai “ you mumbled holding your lover's hands tightly. 

You did not know if it was excitement or what “Hi!” your lover said walking towards the confused-looking younger Dazai. He looked at Dazai for one second turned his head towards you and kept staring “That's rude “ you said smiling. “Marry me “ was all the younger Dazai said making your lover laugh “Yeah only after a few years, still I am yet to go there but we can get there, “ he said. 

Everyone in the shop was curious as to the twin-looking people but the executive seemed to be a bit too calm “Explanation? Ability?” he asked calmly. Dazai explained the whole situation but left out important parts like how he no longer was a pm member. You thought he would think you guys were lying but for some reason, the Dazai and Dazai had some weird way of communicating.

After listening to your lover he rubbed his chin processing the information going through his head “So, you are the future me, this girl is our lover and she is an ordinary citizen (which is a lie your lover told him for safety “). And now you are stuck here for 24 hours ?” “More like 22 or 21 hours “ you corrected putting your tea cup down “Wanna spend time together ?” you asked. 

You knew Dazai from his mafia days, you were following him ( you were a detective in ADA ) but little did you expect to fall for him and seeing his younger self made you want to know him as a person and not some living person you read from a file. 

The Executive gave you one more weird look “ wanna go to my house ?” he asked. Dazai went quiet for one moment and then agreed, you had just decided to follow them both for the day and that's how you ended up in his house, stuck between both of them as you guys watched “TV “.

Both of them squeezed you as you sat with tense muscles when you felt a hand on each of your thighs, confused you looked at both trying to remove it but they didn't budge “ Dazai …???” “Why not have some fun with me ?” the executive asked smirk plastered on his face “Well you can never be as good as me, “ Dazai said squeezing you and making you shut and open your eyes “Then Why not find out “ the younger Dazai felt challenged and you could feel the cold air but you seemed to have no say plus both are your lover right ?? (you were confused ).

That's how you ended up on the large queen size bed of the mafia executive while your lover lay on it calling you to lie on his chest “I am removing them “ the executive said pulling your jeans in one pull and dragging your panties halfway done while the other kissed you making you look at him. 

“This is something new for you right ..so wet “ he said licking your juices. That's when reality hit you “What were you doing ?!!! Your lover is okay with this ??” but you could not think or talk as a whimper escaped your mouth feeling the executive move his tongue in your cunt while your lover had your top naked making you completely naked. 

“Bella~~~” he moaned pinching and twisting your nipples leaving hot wet kisses down your neck and back. Shivering you held the hair of the executive “Slow” you said as his to slow his mean pace of tongue. 

Not did you unknowingly encourage him to go faster he had you cumming 4 mins after you said that and it was a strong orgasm. Your lover laid you down on the bed and switched positions with his past self, positing at your wet throbbing cunt “In love “ voice dripping with lust he moved his entire length in. 

Breathing hard and whimpering you moved to his thrust when you felt a hand on your jaw “Put this to use love “ the mafia said shoving it and making you choke. It was hard and rough the way both of them handled you but also felt similar and … good….

Your jaw hurts and you have cum 3 or 4 times your hazy did not know “Come on the move “ your lover hissed slapping your thighs as you stopped shaking your hips to match his rough, up shots “Can… can't” you thought crying tears which mixed with your drool and cum dripping from your jaw as the mafia executive kept abusing your poor mouth. 

“ You can and will “ the executive said one last time holding your jaw tighter and shooting in your mouth for the nth time. As he pulled out your lover pulled out of your cunt, both holes leaked white cum of his and yours mixed cum and drool and juices. 

It was nasty and wet but satisfying “Switch?” the mafia Dazai asked as your lover agreed and then again you were on all fours as they did the same after cleaning their cum from both holes. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head when you suddenly noticed the mirror next to you. You could see yourself getting fucked at both ends, embarrassment flooded your mind and your body reacted “Don't tighten suddenly you slut “The mafia Dazai slapped your ass making you jerk from the reaction. 

The look in his eyes is animal-looking and soo predatorial, unlike your sweet lover. Noticing the path of your eyes was not to the liking of your lover who pulled his dick out of your mouth “Eyes on me Bella “ his voice was firm and stern but still warm unlike the person fucking your cunt. 

He suddenly kissed you, it was rougher than before and more harsh grip on your chin. ADA Dazai stared at PM Dazai “Oh… I see “ the executive said giving more mean thrusts making you jerk up and fall off your hands landing on your lover's lap crying and holding his thighs “ suck me off “ he ordered eyes not on you but the man fucking you. 

It felt hot, your sweet lover who had a rough fucking style was always still warm to you but suddenly became 100 times hotter as you got fucked by his past self. You eagerly sucked his tip massaging his balls while he put his head back “Yeah deeper “ he ordered pushing you a little deeper. 

Time flew like a second and you had cum thrice on both their cocks while they still seemed to have enough energy to ravishingly enjoy you two more times “Please…..no more” you begged but they were having none of that. Both were focused on giving you pleasure more than the other when suddenly one of them would make you look into the mirror and spread your pussy opening it with his fingers as his cock was in “See… see how this slutty hole is sucking me in “.

As you turned your head to stop looking from the view your lover would have your mouth used again and again as he played with your nipples like they were a toy. 

Suddenly your lover pulled you up your back in his chest as he positioned his dick at your asshole while the other Dazai got in front of your cunt “I heard this feels too good” he said and both entered you at the same time forcing you to see your fucked out messy face in the mirror asking you “ who is better ?” 

HOURS LATER : 

Kunikada sat with the most worried expression on his face you sat down panting while your lover just sat next to you smiling “Are you alright ?” he asked rubbing your back you would flinch making the blonde look at you more worried but he removed his hand. 

Yosano smiled and patted your head “ wanna rest in the office “ she offered as you nodded weakly and walked up with her help. “ Get lost “You slapped your lover's hand when he offered but he smiled and just watched you walk limping “What happened “ the blonde asked again “Nothing…..she just met me again for the very first time “ he said smiling a bit weird. 

“Dazai have you gotten a bit shorter ?” Kunida asked suddenly asking him to look at him for the first time after getting back from the past “No..why ?” Dazai asked but the blonde was gone when his phone rang “How is she ?” the caller asked “A little better but I think we should go easy on her “ the smile still plastered on his face “You should have gone easy on her “You lover shouted hanging up “ well maybe …next time “ 

[shirefantasies]

How about the Fellowship reacting to their youngest member (and therefore basically their adopted younger sibling) is courting someone? I have a date tomorrow so I keep thinking about how the fellowship would react to seeing the reader smile uncontrollably when they talk about their partner and such. Thanks 🙏

Alrighty alrighty I see you 👀 it’s been a while, so sorry, but I hope the date went well! I can see this reaction going a few different ways depending on who we’re talking about, something akin to:

“Who is this person and how do you know them?”: Aragorn, Frodo

“So you’re getting married? When? When did this all happen?”: Sam, Merry, Pippin

“Tell me everything!”: Legolas, Boromir, Gimli

Where some might take the nature of his questions as suspicion, Aragorn’s words are plain and calm. “I was not aware of your courtship when you were welcomed in.” You assure him that you made your choice and made it well. “I know the feeling of having made a promise. Blessings in the path before you both,” he wishes you with a wise, carefully knowing smile. Frodo seems to have more concerns, worry and doubt swimming in his blue eyes. “So all this time you have been away from your promised one? Do you trust them? What do they know of your errands here?” He relaxes at the way you smile when you speak of the one you’ve found, but still is quite eager to meet them.

“We haven’t got a date for that, Sam,” you giggle, shaking your head, “technically we have yet to be engaged. Marriage, of course, would be nice.” “Wouldn’t it?” Sam sighs, leaning on his walking stick. “So, how’d you ask the lucky one, then?” “No wonder you’re always off smiling about something- you’ve got something to go home for,” Merry teases you. “Haven’t we all?” You shoot back with a cheeky look, arms crossed tight over your chest. “Mine is just a bit different than yours.” Pointing, the hobbit continues his barrage. “Ah, there we have that smile again! You’ll be wed in no time! Oh, I do so love a wedding, eh Pip?” “Oh, yes,” Pippin chimes in, “if we’re invited I’ll certainly be there. All the flowers and smiles and the great big cake! Oh, when are you getting married?” “I-” Head falling into your palm, you just hide your wide smile. “I do not know yet, but if it is in our power you will see it.” “Well, I can tell just by the look on your face how much you look forward to it,” Pippin replies, elbowing his cousin.

“I was unaware of your courtship,” Legolas admits, peering down at you with new eyes, “how long has it been fixed?” A smile creeps onto your lips- the elf’s words are spoken in what an outsider would hear as mild interest, but you know the woodland prince better than that. He is curious, and you are beyond happy to indulge. “I can start by telling you how we met,” you offer, grin widening. “Yes,” Legolas agrees, “I would like that.” “You never cease to surprises me,” Boromir teases, ruffling your hair, “tell me about this mysterious lover!” “Boromir,” you half-whine in response despite your smile, “I have no ‘mysterious lover’, I am being courted, simple as that.” “Well, make this person less mysterious, then,” the warrior of Gondor challenges, “share with me the wonder of their presence.” “You? Since when has this been, ye wee rascal?” Gimli’s eyes are like saucers when he finds out the company’s youngest is spoken for. “Quit your daydreaming and explain yourself!” Harsh as his phrasing is you cannot help laughing, knowing how the dwarf gets in his shock. Soon as you smile, too, a teasing laugh bursts forth, an encouraging heh heh heh that has your dam bursting as you share your story.

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