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howlingmod · 8 months ago

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Hello mod, may I request something cutesy for Skateboard x reader?

summary - skateboard x reader, reader is from blackrock and is described as being a little bit messed up from it (not detailed)

misc - hi i seen this request and got so excited i love skateboard ... 1million tripmine attack go

-Skateboard hadn't really been looking to make any new friends when he'd stumbled onto you. It'd been late at night and he was dead tired, having spent the entire day in the blistering heat of day. He was really just looking to go home when he'd seen you.

-It wasn't uncommon to see people lost in Playground, especially people from other regions. It was less common to see someone frantically pacing back and forth with a stuffed full suitcase and what was very obviously a Blackrock-style uniform talking about getting hunted for sport.

-Initially, the uniform had put him on edge. He phights Subspace and Hyperlaser all the time and he's seen plenty of people from there pass through Playground, and it wasn't often they had good intentions. There was something different about you, though, your panic didn't seem manufactured to draw someone in, it felt unnervingly genuine. Blackrock isn't exactly known for letting its residents easily slip out whenever they want. if you really were some kind of runaway, you definitely had reason to be freaking out.

-Against his better judgement, he approached you.

"Hey man, are you ok?" Skate asked cautiously, taking a few steps closer to you. He kept his distance, he wasn't sure what kind of gear you might have and he wasn't looking to phight right now. Your head had whipped towards him the moment he'd stepped into the alley, wide eyes darting over his figure. He certainly didn't look like the type to be affiliated with the faction. Besides, to be entirely honest, an alley was a pretty terrible place to hide. For any Blackrock authority with an itchy trigger finger (most of them, you noted bitterly), it was the perfect place to solve a runaway. "Hello...?" You blinked, remembering he'd asked a question. "O-Oh, um... Yeah I'm- I'm fine," you stammered, hastily smoothing yourself out and ripping your eyes away. Any attempt at looking casual was soaked in anxiety. "Right, Right," he didn't believe you at all, "You mind telling me what's up then?" You kicked at the ground a few times, scuffing up already worn workboots out in an attempt to shake your nerves. You couldn't meet his eyes for more than a glance. "I'd rather not." Skate paused for a few moments. Maybe it's exhaustion talking, but you really didn't seem like much of a threat. If you were trying to bait him into getting close, it seemed counterintuitive to be acting so guarded. This didn't feel like an elaborate scheme, it just felt like a genuine moment of crisis. Before he could say anything, you spoke up again. "Listen I just- Do you need something? I really don't know why you're talking to me." You were struggling to keep your voice firm, but you couldn't afford to let your voice wobble over the edge and into tears. "Hey, just calm down. I wanna help you, ok?" This could have been a stupid move, but he took another few steps closer, one arm holding his board and the other raised in a show of pacifism, "I'm sorry if I was freakin' you out with all the questions. Do you have anywhere to go?" You bit the inside of your cheek, mentally debating if you really wanted to put this onto a stranger. On one hand, it was just humiliating for you. On the other, it was a risk, he might be playing nice now but he could sell you out in a heartbeat. "No." "Alright, well how about you come with me?" He was quick to clarify when you glanced at him, "You can stay with me until you find a place! Or, I could try and find some hotel nearby, I guess ..." He trailed off, talking more to himself than you. Part of you was screaming to run the other way, as far as you knew this guy had you totally figured out and was ready to use the situation to get whatever it was he wanted. He could blackmail you, rat you out, ruin every chance you have at a new life. You can't just pick up and keep running if he tries anything, this guy was clearly from here, far more familiar with the bustling city than you were. Despite all this- "Please."

-It was a pretty long adjustment period. Skate was a little too casual and open for your paranoid mind to comprehend and you were a little too guarded and mysterious for Skate to trust you fully. You were so unfamiliar with Playground's culture, the lively and crowded atmosphere was a stark contrast to the utilitarian lifestyle you were accustomed to. There was little you could do other than try and bully forward.

-It was the little things that made Skate warm up to you. You always insisted it was out of politeness whenever he'd confront you about how nice the place looked or how there was leftovers for him when he got home. You would get wrapped up in something and you would start talking to yourself, walking through all the different steps and alternatives in a long ramble under your breath. Despite the exterior you were putting up, there was clearly some life to you yet.

-Sometimes he would tease you about it, but he was surprisingly strategic. He'd annoy you just enough to get you to glare at him and then back off for a while, returning the favor by bringing home snacks and takeout for the two of you in an effort to draw out more of that humanity. Besides, you could really use the food. The day he noticed most everything you made for yourself was just whatever used the least amount of resources was the same day he shoved most of his portion over to you without a word.

-Neither of you really noticed how you opened up to one another. Slowly you two stopped sitting on opposite sides of the room until you spent nights laying on one another watching bad tv. Admittedly, he might've gotten the first hint at his crush for you the first time you fell asleep on him. Sure, it was just plain cute, but it meant something more knowing it was you, the same person who used to run off to go eat by yourself every night and stuck to the corners of a room.

-He noticed your quirks become more apparent, little references and phrases he'd never heard before suddenly littered your every word. You spoke more openly, though you still had a tendency of not talking unless he said something that absolutely called for it. He didn't mind, he was usually the more chatty one in his friendships anyway. He just liked getting an excuse to tell you about all the phights he's been in and all the (more lighthearted) things his gang was up to. At some points, the lines between fabrication and reality in his stories blurred for whatever reason. He didn't mind that either, so long as you were laughing or drawn in by what he was saying.

-You weren't into the idea of phighting yourself, it was just a little too much for you. Besides, even the idea of seeing Hyperlaser or Subspace again on the battlefield of all places made your stomach churn. Instead, he'd just gotten you into play wrestling with him. You were stronger than he'd been expecting, though he probably should've known you would be considering your background. He didn't have to take it easy on you, only really holding back for the sake of not breaking anything.

-It was cliche, but there was some time where you'd won and managed to shove him down and keep him there and all the admiration he' been building up for you overflowed and left him looking up at you with some dumb grin. You were smiling back, something you'd only recently really started doing again. He liked to think it was because you were comfortable here with him, you would agree.

"Hi." "Hey." He laughed again, a nervous habit you often poked fun at, "You're really pretty, you know that?" You'd burnt up at that, laughing a little yourself as you stared down at him, "Where's this coming from?" "I dunno, just been thinking it." "You're weird." "Do you like me weird?" You snorted, halfheartedly swatting him one more time before pushing yourself back up. "Of course." "That's good, I like you weird too," the moment he'd finished his sentence, you were already pouncing on him again.

#phighting x reader #skateboard x reader #roblox x reader #mod writes

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miscretis · 8 months ago

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Discord Mod!Ronin x Discord Kitten!Reader (G.n) [PART 2 OF A CRACK FIC TAKEN SERIOUSLY]

WRITER'S NOTE:

Here's the awaited part two of a crackfic taken seriously! I hope you guys enjoy!!

CW:

- Mentions of Murder

- Cringe

“Breaking news: 3 new dead bodies were found at the Purgatory, an alleyway that the known Serial Killer, The Butcher, roams in. The government has sent out a notice for all citizens to go home safely with another friend.”

Clickety clack

You spiral down the world of words through the immersive writing of your serial killer novel. However that concentration was then interrupted by a ‘ding’. You stared down at the notification from goreboy.

This is my chance. My time to shine.

I swiftly slid into his DMs.

<goreboy> rise and Shine darlin’, How's The Server?

<User> morning to you too, the server was really something to get used to (TvT)

My hands quickly retracted away from the keyboard after sending that text. I felt elation welling inside of me, soon exploding out with a big laughter.

I can't believe it, I did it!

<goreboy> that seems Good, Hope to See More Outta Ya

<goreboy> so don't Disappoint me

Oh, he seems to not care about the typing style, I need to step it up to a level.

Maybe I need my profile to be more ‘discord kitten’

At this time and moment, I'm already mentally rolling on the floor with absolute joy filling me up with giggles. I reached for the mouse, quickly changed my status to add cute emoticons, and put my profile picture with a catfishing selfie and placed a picture of Cinnamoroll as my banner. Now I'm officially a discord kitten, ready to tackle Ronin!

<User> alright!!! I won't disappoint ÙwÚ

<goreboy> alright then, i expect More than just Bark.

One month quickly passed and you were having a blast writing your novel. You managed to craft a perfect serial killer protagonist. Brash, charismatic and manipulative. It was pretty obvious who it was based on. During your past time, you would lurk around the server, occasionally replying to some texts.

You decide to slide into Ronin’s DMs.

<User> hi ronin!! OwO

<goreboy> oh look Who's Here, it's our server's Enigma.

<User> yeeeppp! It is I, the server’s enigma! ÙvÚ

<goreboy> how amusing You Are. Well, let's play a game.

You raised your eyebrow.

<User> what game?

<goreboy> You'll see

@goreboy is calling you!

You picked up the call with no hesitation. Right in front of you was a man with wine red hair, a devil beanie and piercings. He also wore a black jacket over a skull printed shirt. He looked young— but definitely not ‘teenager young’. He looked like an adult, possibly in his mid 20s.

<User> sorry my mic is broken.

Ronin’s piercing eyes stared across the screen, his smirk crept up his face, stifling a laughter.

“Oh please! To speak the truth! I know you're trying to be a discord kitten. It's honestly so amusing to see how pathetic you are.”

“As expected of the devil, you find amusement in me trying to be a discord kitten.” You scoffed as you leaned back on your chair, “So what is this?”

“We'll be playing truth or dare. Now, pick your poison and we shall see.”

“Dare.”

Ronin leaned back on his chair and starting chuckling loudly, the audio glitches a little.

“Alright darlin, I want you to tell the server that you're in love with me.”

You felt the heat rush up to your cheeks

You tried to hide it but failing to. This made Ronin chuckle again, “What is it darling? Cat got your tongue?”

You sighed as you replied, “ Alright, bet.”

You toggled off the calling screen and went to the main channel, typing in…

<User>I've danced with the devil and now I'm obsessed.

<hitmeuppp> Omg does that mean…

<Angelic> …

You went back to the call just to see Ronin’s expression twisting in absolute euphoria.

“Alright then, my turn but I'll play it in my own way. Truth or dare.”

“Heh…dare.”

“I dare you to send me nitro and make me your discord kitten.”

Ronin smirked again, “That's two in one!”

You frowned, “I said I'll play it in my own way. It's counted as one sentence. One sentence, one dare.”

“You're one feisty little kitten. Alright darling, I'll send you some nitro.” his shit setting grin still on his face.

A second later, you received nitro from goreboy. You were surprised that he even did it however it brought joy to your heart. You could finally customise your profile to the fullest extent and use emojis from any server you're in.

“Well, thanks for that I guess.”

“Okay, my turn. True or dare.”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to give me a kiss.”

“Bet, sending you air kisses.”

You pout up your lips and fanned your hand towards the screen. Now that's an air kiss. Now it was my turn, I felt a little bolder.

“I say…dare.” Ronin leads back to his chair again.

“I dare you to tell the server that you're OBSESSED with me.”

Ronin lets out another shit eating grin and after a bit, he replies, “Done and dusted.”

You check the main channel…

<goreboy> im Obsessed with @user

<Angelic> what?

<hitmeuppp> OMG ITS TRUE

Oh my gosh, their reactions are priceless.

At this point, you were thoroughly satisfied with the outcome of the game. You decide to save the rest of the fun for another day.

“Well, that wraps it up. Bye Ronin.”

“Heh, well then. Cya soon, my darlin’ kitten.”

To be continued...

#killer chat #ronin killer chat #ronin beaufort #x reader #discord server #discord chat #discord mod #discord kitten

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ask-captain-anya · 4 months ago

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Decided to put down some of my favorite songs, enjoy :)

[Mod notes:

Shout out to the homie for giving me the russian songs, I am blessed.

I am copying nurly blog and providing song snippets that Anya vibes with <3 ]

Сплин - Черный Цвет Солнца

"She had a rule — never to trust anyone who stands between her and the light I took off her dress and found a bulletproof vest When the music stops in its tracks, pick up the gun and wait for the sign I am coming to die for this love so that I might wake up alive"

Pink Floyd - The Wall

I don't need no arms around me And I don't need no drugs to calm me I have seen the writing on the wall Don't think I need anything at all No, don't think I'll need anything at all

Electric Light Orchestra - Don't Bring Me Down

You're always talkin' 'bout your crazy nights One of these days, you're gonna get it right Don't bring me down No, no, no, no, no Ooh-ooh-hoo I'll tell you once more before I get off the floor Don't bring me down

The Darkness - I Believe In A Thing Called Love

Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel Touching you, touching me Touching you, God, you're touching me I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart There's a chance we could make it now We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down I believe in a thing called love, hoo, ooh-hoo

Ольга Арефьева и Ковчег - Авиатор

"Love has no radio, I breathe and I glide I value gravity, but I'm leaving again Attraction of bodies has unlawful joys But I wanted something bottomless, so I flew away"

Blue Oyster Cult - (Don't Fear) The Reaper

Love of two is one Here but now they're gone Came the last night of sadness And it was clear she couldn't go on Then the door was open and the wind appeared The candles blew and then disappeared The curtains flew and then he appeared Saying don't be afraid

3 Doors Down - Kryptonite

I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon After all I knew, it had to be something to do with you I really don't mind what happens now and then As long as you'll be my friend at the end

Олег Медведев - Марш Небесных Связистов

"If copper starts singing in your teeth, It means heavens are summoning their communicators” “Remember how suddenly in a sparking sting along your spine raced The most clear-sounding, the most star-sounding frequency” “Breezes of the Atlantic kissed burning hands on the steering wheel Only blue sea and clouds below Antoine Over the shoulder and up and away, a flaming ‘lighting’ is flying, Never met or found, A short signal, a final ‘hello’ in every language"

Foo Fighters - Everlong

Breathe out, so I can breathe you in Hold you in And now, I know you've always been Out of your head, out of my head, I sang

All-American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret

The way she feels inside (Inside) Those thoughts I can't deny (Deny) These sleeping dogs won't lie (Won't lie) And all I've tried to hide It's eating me apart Trace this line back

Мельница - Dreadnought

"Please, still glance sometimes at the horizon of never I will send you a letter with the white postal whale” “And I, believe me, would explode all the ammo of my soul And tore the time and space into a place Where my stubborn compass keeps pointing Where your trains fly over thin ice into never"

Engelbert Humperdinck - A Man Without Love

I cannot face this world that's fallen down on me So if you see my girl, please send her home to me Tell her about my heart that's slowly dying Say I can't stop myself from crying Every day I wake up, then I start to break up Lonely is a man without love Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love

Мельница - Прощай

“Farewell, and if it is forever, then fare forever well” “We won’t wake up, we won’t come back - not to ourselves, nor to each other"

The Dartz - Катти Сарк

"And along the seaside towns the signal runs, faster than breath: The epoch burned, the epoch ended of great sailing ships” “When fires took cutty sark, In narrow cabin I lied dreaming Of stranger homes and strangers sleeping Of mornings grey in cold hyde park"

Chumbawamba - Tubthumping

Don't cry for me Next door neighbor

Björn Skifs and Blue Swede - Hooked On A Feeling

Got a bug from you girl But I don't need no cure I just stay a victim If I can for sure

Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams

Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused

Зимовье Зверей - Макросхема

“Accept me, o space, into your macrochip, At least as your most useless and miserly motherboard” “Celestial bodies and their satellites will never know When we will grow old - before or after We are like spaceships that docked for a party, Only guests in this future” “From the vantage point of today, of hope not devoid, Tomorrow seems enormous as well But the sky doesn’t care for planes anymore, The sky is already filling with smoke” And also, of course, “everyone’s fate is already foretold, And survivors-to-be are ordered to rest”

David Bowie - Space Oddity

Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare This is Major Tom to Ground Control I'm stepping through the door And I'm floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

I don't quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They're not enough

Сурганова и Оркестр - Неужели не я

“It means there are no farewells It means we begged the forgiveness of our dead For nothing; it means there is no coming back For winter Only one thing remains: to tread this world without care There is no falling behind, it’s only possible to take over” “Thank god it’s winter, It means i never returned anywhere”

Asia - Heat Of The Moment

And now you find yourself in Eighty Two The disco hot spots hold no charm for you You can concern yourself with bigger things You catch a pearl and ride the dragon's wings

Kelly Clarkson - Because of You

I lose my way And it's not too long before you point it out I cannot cry Because I know that's weakness in your eyes I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh Every day of my life My heart can't possibly break When it wasn't even whole to start with

Flёur - После кораблекрушения

“And it will be tempting to submit to the distant howl of sirens To give in, to accept the inevitable, to fall asleep Just so that you wouldn’t have to see reality as it gives a Frightening lurch And the fatally growing wave as it covers the stars” “Just keep treading water, cling to the surface, Don’t let the black stifling wave deceive you You are on the list of survivors, your name is the first on it The shore is closer than you think, and you are much stronger”

Flёur - Когда ты грустишь

“When you are sad, im itching to sing, and that’s how it always goes You’d try to cut me with a word or reprimand, but I am not prideful You are always frowning and I am so carefree, we just aren’t meant to be We sing different songs — you of what’s eternal, and I of what’s earthly”

Nicole Dollanganger - Please Just Stay Dead

Wrap you in yarn and grass Embalm you with milk And lay you to rest In cardboard lined with silk

I Don't Know How But They Found Me - Choke

Now shut your dirty mouth If I could burn this town I wouldn't hesitate To smile while you suffocate and die And that would be just fine And what a lovely time, that it would surely be So bite your tongue And choke yourself to sleep

Зимовье Зверей - Снова в космос

“[There is a reason] to leave, to melt away, to fade, to glide over everyone’s heads, To die in an unfair battle without all those fanciful wounds To let unreigned horses into uncontrollable flight And, leaning foreheads together, to watch the emptying screen” “Look how the ships are leaving for the stars From the bottom where a murky demon rules over the weeds Nothing, nothing was worth the earth And nothing, nothing is worth the sky”

#This took so long to craft #thanking my homie always and forever #ask blog #anya mouthwashing #mouthwashing #captainsays

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maxdreavus · 1 year ago

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 51

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Spirit's Eve shenanigans part 1 - time to meet Krobus!

Author’s Note: The gathering in the sewers is based off the Festival of the Mundane mod!! It was broken in 1.6 unfortunately, but someone mentioned a rework of it in the comments. Definitely worth trying it if you haven't before, it's a very cute mod ^^

Hope y'all enjoy this one. I really did :3 Take care x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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Upon arriving home, I discover that Cannoli is not fond of pink elven strangers that look like his human. Probably less so ones who are invading his home.

The first thing he does is yell at me, with his dark grey tail puffed, and his lighter ears essentially mimicking the curvature of little devil horns.

“It’s just me, bud!” I coo, kneeling down and offering a hand for him to sniff.

He hisses in response. He rarely hisses — usually only if I annoy him too much, or if he’s hurt, a la bonking his head during his morning zoomies for example. I love this little idiot. And I know he’s just scared right now, so I’m not too worried about this reaction from him.

“Yeah?” I challenge, sitting cross-legged, “You wanna tussle?”

His pupils dilate.

I raise my own fists near my chest and furrow my brows. “Put ‘em up!”

Cannoli forms into that low, chest down-butt high stance that cats do before pouncing. I genuinely can’t tell at this point if he knows it’s me and he’s just messing around, or if I’m about to get mauled.

“I’ll pummel ya,” I playfully warn in hopes of the former.

He sneezes in retaliation. I lower my fists for a moment and softly offer him a blessing. He huffs out the wet remnants of his sneeze (eugh…) and shakes his head before reassuming his position, as do I.

I cautiously choose not to move more than this just yet. I know I can heal faster now than ever before, but I’d still rather not experience my son brutalizing me, believe it or not!

Because of my lack of movement, Cannoli doesn’t budge either. He simply watches me, with those big beady eyes… he’s probably going through the same thought process as myself, if I had to guess.

The little guy spends a few beats more trying to decide whether to attack me or not before running away to hide.

Victory is mine.

Once he’s out of sight, I lay myself down in the center of the main room and wait for him to come back. He likes to hide in the shower when he’s feeling jittery… he’s probably in there. I don’t wanna barge in and make him feel any more skittish, though.

It doesn’t take very long for him to show back up. He approaches me with hesitance as I lay still, save for my head, which follows his movements. The cat sniffs my knee, then nears my face and sniffs my cheek. I crinkle my nose and the corresponding eye as his whiskers tickle me, but refrain from moving my hands just yet.

After one last once-over, Cannoli crawls onto my belly and lays down, his face no more than an inch or two from mine.

Did it work? Does he know it’s me?

I reach up a shy finger near his nose. He sniffs it, then nuzzles into it. I can feel his purrs vibrating onto my stomach.

He totally knows it’s me.

I scratch under his chin, then hold him close as I raise myself up, carrying him to the bed. He stays out when I leave for a sec to get ready to join him.

He seems to have calmed down a considerable amount, given he’s fallen asleep already by the time I’m back.

Let’s hope he can manage to stay this relaxed when I inevitably shapeshift back to normal overnight.

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After a long few hours of being unable to sleep, I finally conked out.

But, I awoke in the wee hours of the morning to Cannoli loudly meowing and pouncing on me so as to alert me that I was a human again. Annoyed but feeling appreciative — now I know what kinda time frame I’m working with — I thanked the man. Then, after wrangling him into a cuddle, I managed to sleep in ‘til almost noon. Fine by me, honestly.

I don’t have to be ready for the event — both below- or above-ground — until later in the day, so I’ll take my time picking the last of my crops for the season. As usual, I pop in some earbuds to listen to music, humming and dancing around a little while I work.

The harvest passes by relatively quickly. The only hiccup: one of my pumpkins began to look similar to a void egg, practically overnight. Never seen anything like it, and never want to again! Sensing that something or someone did this somehow, I sigh, carrying the pumpkin over to my outdoor waste bin.

I unceremoniously plop that puppy inside and briskly retreat, choosing to ignore the magical heebie jeebies I got while touching it. Not only do I not want to mess with something potentially just as dangerous as a fucking void egg, but I’d rather avoid using or shipping the pumpkin only to find out later that it’s got some kinda hex on it and wiped out a small population.

Y’never know.

After scavenging the cave for some fruit the local bats might’ve left behind and preemptively scything some weeds and dead plants — easier to get it done now than when there’s snow blanketing the ground — I rush to get ready and head to Seb’s. I wanna squeeze in some time with him before spending the next however many hours doing magic and potentially traversing through pipes, y’know? Plus, Magnus is busy setting up for tonight anyway, and Seb already said he’d welcome the company while he crams some last-minute work in. Everyone benefits.

Robin’s not at her counter when I arrive, but the scent of sugar cookies wafts through the cabin. Must be because of her.

Hmm… I could go for some cookies…

Seb can wait.

I make a beeline down the hall and to the right, where the kitchen table is covered in several sheet pans, all of which are topped with cookies of various shapes: pumpkins, ghosts, skulls, and cats. They’re all coated with sprinkles — those sugary ones that kinda look like glittery flakes rather than pellets— which are a mixture of black, purple, and orange in color.

“Whoa,” I murmur.

I want one.

“You touch any of those, you die,” a slightly gravelly and intimidating, albeit loving, voice warns from my left. As if she read my mind…

I look up to the source and see Robin turned towards the counter, adorning plaid green pajama pants and a plain white tee beneath a deep red apron. I smile at the sight of some cute bunny slippers covering her feet.

“Cause of death?”

“Me.”

“I need specifics.” I join her as I speak, leaning my elbows onto the one clean-ish spot on the countertop and watching from the sidelines while she struggles to hand-cut shapes into this next batch of dough. I’ve got no idea what she’s aiming for, considering it looks like she’s just shredding it up.

Unless that’s the point… to be, y’know, avant garde or whatever.

Clearly frustrated, she puts the knife down and crumbles the substance back into a ball before rolling it flat. “How about a stabbing?” she finally suggests.

I wash my hands and make a point to hum, as though I’m thinking real hard. I come to the conclusion of, “It's worth the risk,” as I dry off and steal a second knife from their block. “What are you trying to make?” I ask, subtly offering some help.

She doesn’t oppose, scooting over a little to spare me some room. “Spiderwebs.”

“Sounds complicated…” I tilt my head, scrutinizing the dough while trying to imagine how to make this work. “The shapes you have aren’t enough?” I ask, nodding slightly towards the table.

“No,” she scoffs. “Jas and Vincent are little snobs with sweets, I tell ya…”

Robin leans an elbow on my shoulder and places her other hand on her hip. I notice now that her nails, which are usually bare, are alternating between black and orange paint. So festive!

“Are you icing them?”

“The kids?”

I snort. “Not what I had in mind.”

She answers more seriously, “Wasn’t planning on it.”

“But what if you…” I shimmy her off me and carve out a spiky ball — like one of those pow! bubbles from comic books. “…do something like this, then ice the web onto it?”

Robin’s brows furrow and her lips purse while she glares down at the dough. She looks skeptical.

I tack on, “And you could cover the icing in sprinkles too, so there won’t be any weird biases towards these or the others. At least visually.”

Her brows raise at that, and she tilts as she thinks it out before finally nodding. “Y'know what?” She motions her head to the table and begins copying the shape I made while she says, “You’ve earned yourself a cookie, stab-free.”

Oh fuck yes. I triumphantly pump my fist through the air. She chuckles, bumping her hip into me as if to shoo me away.

I grab my victim, a still-warm pumpkin. “Y’don’t want more of my expertise?” I ask before chomping down. God damn, this is a good cookie.

“Not anymore,” the redhead responds, “unless you wanna help me ice these things.”

“I can!” I slowly back out of the kitchen, stealing an extra treat — a cat — while she’s distracted. The troll toll. “Just call for me when they’re outta the oven or whatever and I’ll come back up.”

“Might take you up on that.” Although Robin responds cheerily, she still doesn’t look up. She’s locked in.

Leaving the woman to her devices, I make my way to her son’s lair.

I knock. A grunt grants me access. When I open the door, I notice the room is silent, save for some breathing and the whirring computer fans. It looks empty, too.

“Uh…” My eyes scan the space while I step inside, shutting the door behind me and biting into the second cookie.

I wrap around to the front of Seb’s desk. He’s leaning against it, his face resting in his forearms and a blanket draped over his shoulders. Beside him are several energy drink cans and a coffee mug. All drained.

“Long night?”

He grunts again.

“You at least get all your work done?” I ask after finishing my second cookie, and then softly massage my thumbs into his upper back. He lets out a sigh of relief before nodding.

I guess he really crammed as much as he could, for better or worse.

“Let’s get you to bed, love.”

“Gotta get ready…” he mumbles.

“You have, like, 5 or 6 hours! Sleep a little bit. Take some care of yourself, for fuck’s sake.”

Another grunt.

“Pleeease?”

Another one… and he reluctantly gets up.

He trudges his way to his bed and flops down on top of it before groaning once more. I laugh through my nose, follow him over, and then crouch down beside his bed and close to his face.

“Want me to stay? Orrr I can come back later and do your makeup or something..?”

“Yeh,” he slurs against his pillow.

Running my fingers through his hair, I giggle at his non-answer and contemplate my day leading up to the sewer party for a sec.

I could go be lazy at home, or be lazy here. Or, I could see if Sam, Abby or Leah wanna hang out, maybe. Although, Leah is probably busy getting ready for tonight. I have no idea what Sam or Abby would be doing around now, but from what I can tell, Leah has big plans for her and Elliot’s costumes. Wouldn’t tell me what they’re going as, only that they’re a duo.

I didn’t really think through what I’d do if my plans to simply exist with Seb fell through.

Before I can decide, he’s quietly snoring. Cute. I part his hair and leave a gentle peck against his balmy forehead before standing. Maybe a walk will lead me to my destined outcome. Or something. Or, maybe I could start praying to the spirits to give me their wisdom, or whatever. Idk how they work and I can’t commune with ‘em enough to ask.

Sebby’s PC is still on. I should turn it off, or at least put it to sleep for him…

Not before leaving a little present though.

Hehehhh.

As I plop down in his chair, I open up his browser, and then YouTube. I settle on a video of a Pokemon walking around with some cute music for ten hours straight, good god; then, for good measure, I make sure to put it on loop — maybe he won’t see it until later in the night! — before putting the PC to sleep, hoping it will still be playing whenever he gets back to it.

I dunno if I’ve ever left Seb’s house while he was asleep before.

This feels weird — like I’m abandoning him, or something.

Hands on my hips, I do a once over of the room.

…Back upstairs we go, I guess!

“What’s the over-under on those things?” I ask once I make it back to the kitchen.

“Is that your hip way of asking how the cookies are doing?”

“Depends, did it sound hip?”

“Sounds dorky.” I feign surprise. Robin tacks on, “Not helping your case.”

I shrug nonchalantly. “I can’t hide what I am.”

“They’re alright,” she finally answers, scrubbing a dirty bowl in the sink. “Should be able to tackle ‘em on my own.”

“Sick. See you later, then.”

Robin nods at me as I back out of the room with a wave. “Don’t fall down the mountain on your way… wherever,” she warns.

Turning the wave into a set of finger guns, I spin around. “I’ll do a backflip if I do.”

“So cool!” she sarcastically calls after me.

I blow out a raspberry without turning back to her.

When I finally exit the cabin, I decide to go check out what Abby’s doing. We haven’t really hung out one-on-one, and I’m curious how that would go.

Unfortunately, as I approach the decline into town, I spot a bunch of barriers.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan.

I’d forgotten that Magnus specified that, if you don’t live near the town square, he and Linus won’t allow you in that area ‘til it’s all set up.

He emphasized that it included me. Because I’d be a distraction, or whatever.

…It is a little flattering that he’d be distracted by my simply being there, in its own way. But now that I’ve set my heart on not going home, it’s a bit annoying to have to deal with this.

Sighing, I make my way towards the backwoods. So much time to kill until he’s done and I can get my own costume started up. Ugh.

…Unless..?

A probably definitely dangerous thought invades my head, and before I can tell myself it’s a dumb idea that I shouldn’t even think about doing, my feet are picking up their pace.

I’m gonna have to do a little breaking and entering for my activity of choice, but luckily, I know how to pick locks. Don’t ask how. S’not important.

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“I should be mad at you, you know.”

“Buuut…?”

Magnus sighs, picking up a short, white strand of hair between his fingers. “I’m proud that you managed this on your own.”

I flash him a pointy, shit-eating grin. With the exception of a few things, one example being that my hair is shoulder-length and wavy rather than long and straight like it was yesterday, my solo transformation went exactly as planned.

“Please refrain from doing this without my guidance in the future, though.”

A little embarrassed, I avert my gaze. “Sorry, sorry, yeah… That was stupid.”

“Extremely! You could have gotten hurt.”

“I know—”

“This altar shows little mercy for those it deems untrusting,” he cuts me off to emphasize his point, “You could have been mangled by the damned thing.”

I blink dumbly, trying to imagine what that would feel like. “Would it really—“

“Yes!” Magnus huffs out a half-hearted laugh. “When I came down here and heard it in use my heart nearly expelled itself from my chest.” Not my best idea, after all. Who woulda thunk... “To enter my home unprompted I can overlook with ease because it’s you, my love, but you must not do this again.” As he speaks, he motions his arms to the shrine. I’ve never seen him so animated.

I sigh, shut my eyes, and nod. “I promise I won’t do it again.” I softly offer, “I’m really sorry, Magnus,” feeling stupid as ever. It’s times like this where I remember he has over a hundred years of experience on me — of life on me.

He sighs himself. “It’s alright, I’m— I’m just happy you’re safe.” He cups my face in his hands. Inspects it, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks. “These golden freckles are lovely.”

“Huh!” I grin, placing my hands on his.

“Yet another lovely artistic liberty from the shrine?”

I nod my answer and pat a kiss to one of his palms. “You think I’ll really pass as an elf down there?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“Love the vote of confidence,” I snort.

Magnus smiles, warm as ever. “You’ll be fine, dear.” He slides his hands into mine. “Ready?”

Nervous, my voice wavers a little as I confirm. I shut my eyes, and a moment later, the air is damp and thick, with — to my delight — no more than a mild musk to its scent. Almost kinda smells like ferrets down here.

“Here we are,” Magnus murmurs as I open my eyes.

I have to hold back some giddy shimmying as I scan our surroundings. There are purple lights strung around the tiled walls — I guess string lights are just popular with elementals? That, or Magnus and Krobus just have similar taste — and fog machines emitting purpley-grey clouds are scattered around the perimeter.

In the nasty greenish water to our left is a boat with a mouse-like creature selling something from it. They have a little hat on, and they’re waving their tiny arms around trying to get the attention of nearby partiers.

I hope that fella makes some good sales!

Across the way on our right is a large archway, leading to what unfortunately looks like a makeshift pool.

In the sewer sludge.

I hope elementals are immune to any sorts of sickness they can get from that, because that’s fuckin’ nasty.

Festive music is playing over a speaker… somewhere, and it’s currently on none other than Monster Mash. A bunch of shadow people are dancing to it, while others are playing some sort of party game.

There are some shadow people existing as they are, while others are dressed an awful lot like the people from around Pelican Town. One has a full-blown Haley cosplay on, with some balloons shoved in their shirt to give themself boobs. I wonder how much spying they had to do to nail her look… I wonder how they got clothes that match hers so perfectly, too.

Burglary, perhaps?

The drama!

This entire thing feels like something straight out of a cheesy 90’s or 2000’s Spirit’s Eve movie. It’s so cute and cool and whimsical and oh my god, I’m so happy right now.

Magnus squeezes my palm. “There they are!”

I look at him to see what he’s talking about, and then follow his line of vision to a shadow person headed our way. They’re about my height, maybe an inch or two taller, which renders them much shorter than the others here from what I can tell. They’re much more round than the rest, too — not quite as human-shaped, for lack of better phrasing. They have a large red bow tie around what I’m assuming is their neck area, and their eyes are lined with shimmery silver makeup.

They catch my stare and lock eyes with me. I smile and offer a timid wave. Their eyes dart away.

Maybe they’re shy, too?

“Krobus!” Oh!! It’s them! “How are you, my friend?” Magnus asks, crouching down to hug them.

Krobus meets him in a tender embrace, a soft flush on their cheeks while they grin, “I’m well. Thank you for coming!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know that much.” Magnus puts a hand on my shoulder before introducing me, “This is the beautiful (y/n) I’ve been telling you about.”

I’m never a fan of being put on the spot like this. My cheeks warm up — I wonder what color my blush is, with my skin already being pink as an elf? — as I wring my antsy hands behind my back. “Nice to meet you, Krobus!”

“Y-you too,” they nod. “Magnus told me you had to disguise yourself,” they add quietly. “It looks very pretty and authentic.”

My smile widens — partially because of their compliment, and also because of how matter-of-factly they talk — as I shyly look down at myself, giving my new form another once-over. “Oh, thanks!”

I look back at them, and feeling compelled to compliment back, I tell them their makeup looks nice. The corners of their mouth turn up slightly, the flush returning to their cheeks.

“I only came to say ‘hello’ — I must return to my game of Pin the Nose on the Goblin. It’s most likely my turn by now,” they say to us both.

Their game of what?!

“Let me know if you need anything. Please feel free to purchase a mask from the rodent of unusual cuteness if you’d like one.” Krobus turns to me and adds, shifting back and forth on their feet, “Um, I also sell rare and exotic goods down here every day. Please stop by, if you’d like, but be aware that I remain silent to honor Yoba on Fridays.” They take a deep breath, seemingly winded from all the talking, before adding, “It still feels strange to talk to a human, but you seem very nice, and I do hope you enjoy your time with us.”

Oh my god they’re adorable.

I nod, doing my best to contain my excitement. “Thank you, I really appreciate that. A-and thanks for having us!”

“Indeed,” Magnus chimes in, his own smile lighting up the room. Pipes? Whatever. “Your gatherings are always something to look forward to. Please, go have fun.”

Krobus nods at us both, then bows before scurrying away.

Magnus can tell how endeared I am already. “Enchanting, aren’t they?”

I nod vigorously. “Dude I don’t even know what to do with myself, this is so cool!” I turn towards him, a little bit of a bounce in my toes and a subtle flap in my hands. “I’m—“ I cut myself off, noticing Magnus stifling laughter. “What?”

He breaks. His own giggles are infectious as ever, as I find myself joining in. I don’t even know what we’re laughing at. He just sounds so stinkin’ cute.

“Your ears,” he manages. “They’re very expressive today.”

I reach up to feel them. As I do, I notice a bit of a downward turn to them. “Did they do this yesterday?” I question with my brows furrowed. My smile swiftly comes back as I speak, feeling them ebb with my words.

“No!” He reaches down to feel one and I can’t help but lean into the touch. “They were as stiff as ever.”

“Huh…” I reach for them again as we begin to advance into the party, mesmerized.

I think about how I really, really wish I could just stay like this without consequence. Being an elf is so fun, man.

…Then, my face (and ears) droop. “Ah, shit.”

“Hm?”

“How am I gonna explain that during the town’s Spirit’s Eve thing?”

Magnus goes quiet as we slow to a halt. “You… huh.”

I tilt my head and bring my knuckles to my mouth. Not sure if it was on purpose, but Magnus does the same, pairing the action by hugging his other arm across his ribs.

We think in silence for a few moments, before he suggests, “Perhaps the ‘prosthetics’ move with your ears?”

“Do my ears ever usually move?”

He winces. “Not that I’ve noticed.”

“…They do now I guess.”

“If it comes down to it, it can be a ‘trick of the light.’”

“That definitely won’t work.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try,” he mumbles with a little bit of sass, shrugging.

I quietly chuckle at Magnus’ aloofness. He’s usually so much more formal, even when he’s relaxed, or when he’s not necessarily trying to be. It’s honestly super fucking attractive to see this slight change in his demeanor.

Maybe it’s because he’s around so many other elementals? He’s told me plenty about how magic feeds off magic, people are naturally drawn to magic, all that jazz…

“I don’t suppose you have any fancy spell to make them not expressive, do you?” I ask, shoving that thought away. Focus, lady, we’ve gotta think of an alibi.

“Not that I can think of, no.”

I huff, letting it go. Immediately dropping that focus. “I’ll figure it out later.”

“Oh my gosh!” a spectral, androgynous voice calls from nearby. Magnus beams at someone behind me, and when I turn, the shadow person dressed like Haley is completely fawning over me, oh wow. “Rasmo, you sly duggy, who is this little elf you have here?!” Their eyes are practically sparkling as they inspect me, crouching for a closer look.

He pulls me close, and I melt into the familiar touch, grinning up at him as he introduces me to them. They’re very excited to find out I’m his soul mate, and I learn soon that while those aren’t very relevant to shadow people, this one in particular does enjoy a good love story.

After some prompting from them, Magnus bullshits his way through how we met, making up a tale of childhood friendship, and the spirits bringing us together again and blah, blah, blah.

I make sure to ask him in his head at one point if shadow people know how unlikely it is for an elf to be a time-partner to another elf, in case he forgot about that in his excitement to… show me off, so to speak. He’s got it covered, though — they don’t tend to know much about traditions outside of their own. If they do ask — fuck it, we’re that rare one in a million now.

In short, we’re fine and dandy.

The next hour or so follows the same formula:

A shadow person who knows Magnus comes up to us, gets all excited to see him with someone new, and I sit there and take a bunch of compliments while trying not to hide behind Magnus from the overwhelm of being perceived by so many. Then, I do my best to keep up as they catch up with one another. Apparently it’s very rare Magnus meets up with most of these people.

It’s… a lot.

I did enjoy this for a little in the beginning, because obviously I’m going to have a blast interacting with a whole new species and learning about a new culture up close. This shit is fascinating! But in the end, it’s no different for me mentally than talking to this many human people.

I can only handle so much.

After plenty of socializing, browsing the wares of the merchant (who calls themself The Hat Mouse, oh my god!), and trying a few rounds of Pin the Nose on the Goblin, we finally find ourselves with some downtime, so we sit near the “pool” and gather our bearings together.

“This is more tiring than I thought it would be,” I murmur against Magnus’ arm.

“We can leave if you’d like,” he suggests. “You do have an entire second event to attend, after all.”

“Yeah, that would be nice…” I sigh, closing my eyes and letting the feeling of his large hand rubbing circle on my lower back soothe me. “For what it’s worth, this was still fucking great.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, dearest.” He leans over to kiss my head, then attempts to lean his cheek against it. Our height difference makes it hard, so I give him some space to accommodate that.

It doesn’t work. Now we’re just awkwardly sitting like a foot apart and smooshing our heads together.

As soon as we make eye contact from our awkward angles, I break. “Pfft—“

He snorts into my hair, his warm breath fanning my scalp beneath it.

It’s rare I get to see Magnus so genuinely carefree. He’s always thinking about or working with magic in one way or another. And that’s obviously not a bad thing, but all in all, the arcane as a whole is still within the realm of work for him. It’s been really nice to see him get to simply exist like anyone else today.

I can only hope that at some point he’ll be able to let loose in this same way with the people around the valley, too.

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Hey I don't know if either of you would be comfortable with doing this (totally chill if not) but could I request something for Carlos Oliveira comforting his s/o through an anxiety episode? My doctor is moving around my medication and the adjustment is making my anxiety attacks/depressive tendencies worse and im also scared to go to sleep due to nightmare issues.

iirc the Ren (the RE mod) only does scenarios but if I'm wrong any format is fine. Thanks for reading. You two have a nice day.

Anxiety and depression sucks, anon. I hope your new medication works soon and the demons are pushed back. I'm proud of you for fighting through it, for waking up every day <3

You're my first Resident Evil request! :D And for Carlos no less! Thank you so much, and I hope this scenario helps you <3

You didn't specify gender or pronouns, so it defaults to AFAB and she/her.

~*~*~

Your grip on the bathroom sink counter turns your knuckles white, your chest squeezing as you stare at your pajamas heaped next to the sink. Next to the toothpaste, that you inevitably have to use. Next to the toothbrush, your first step in this nightly ritual.

Maybe skipping all of this for one night wouldn't hurt. Maybe, maybe you could just go to bed with the clothes on your back, jeans and bra and socks included.

The familiar acid behind your eyes burns, throat constricting as you grip that counter for dear life. A short inhale, a whooshed exhale.

You don't want to do this.

Pressing your lips together to hide their quiver, you crouch down to escape the mirror, to escape the evidence as tears slip past. You grip the counter so hard it hurts, but the pain doesn't register as the tide erupts, filling your chest and lungs and limbs and--

Did you do anything productive today? Did you do it all the right way? Your hamper is full, why didn't you do your laundry? That lunch meat in your fridge is about to go bad and all you had today was toast instead. You need to eat or you'll feel worse, but what's the point? Every day leads to night and night leads to--

"I'm home!"

The call cuts into your thoughts, pausing them for just a moment before they shift direction.

Inhaling feels like swallowing glass as you rise, loosening your white knuckled grip to wipe at your wet face, to rub at your red eyes. Fingers tangling in your shirt, you almost whimper as your arm gets stuck in the fabric and you almost rip the seams in your haste.

Tossing the shirt onto the floor, you fumble as you regret the decision, trying and failing to grab it. Chest heaving, your fingers can't stop shaking as you try desperately to unlatch your bra, to be seen as being at least half way into getting dressed like a normal person.

"Honey?"

He's in the bedroom now and your fingers can't grab the hooks, they won't bend like you want them to and they won't stop shaking shaking shaking--

"Hey. Hey hey hey." Warm hands gently grip your upper arms, turning you to face him as his brown eyes dart. You know he notes the redness in your face and eyes, your inability to take a damn breath, the movements you can't stop as you choke down the tears--

"Hey," he breathes again, running his hands down your arms to guide your fingers away from your back and into his palms. "Take a deep breath." You nearly choke, and he squeezes your fingers, thumb running along your knuckles. "Inhale." You try again. "Good, good. Now exhale."

You do, feeling that damn lower lip quiver again and trap it between your teeth.

"One more time. Good."

This is ridiculous, you're ridiculous, why can't you just be normal like everyone else?

"Hey." Laying one hand on top of your other, his free hand cups your cheek, a thumb brushing away a stray tear. "You're safe, you're okay, I'm here. What do you need?"

You need to have normal dreams. You need to be able to plan your day without worrying about the wildest, stupidest things. You need to be able to make your breakfast without worrying if you're putting the correct things in the recycling even though you've put them there a hundred times already.

All that comes out is a broken sob.

"Can I hug you?"

A sniff, a small nod, and your cheek is pressed against his chest as he wraps you in his warmth. One arm snakes around your waist as another goes around your shoulders, his hand resting lightly against the back of your neck.

The tears come fully then, sobs wracking your body. Gripping him tight, Carlos your pillar in the storm, you break apart. Know you can shatter and he'll help you pick up the pieces, loving every shard put back into place, no matter how crooked the final picture becomes.

Fingers play with your hair soothingly as you ride out the panic, as it drains you so completely, as you soak Carlos' shirt with your tears. It could've been minutes or hours but eventually the river dries up, your lungs can take a deeper gulp of air, and your fingers can relax their death grip on his shirt.

"'M'sorry," you mumble out.

"For what?" His voice rumbles in his chest, against your cheek. "For being the biggest badass I've ever known?"

Trying to scoff but only achieving a small huff of air, you croak out, "'M'not."

"Of course you are." He rests his chin on the crown of your head. "You're the bravest person I know."

You roll your eyes.

"I felt that." You feel him pause. "Hey, do something for me." Turning you both so your eyes are directed at the mirror, he continues, "What do you see?"

Weakness, stupidity, uselessness, futility--

"I see a woman who got her pajamas ready even though she doesn't want to sleep." His fingers graze against your neck, knowing the movement will keep your eyes focused on your reflection. "I see a woman who woke up not feeling well but got out of bed anyway."

"I can't stay in bed all day," you mumble.

"That's what I'm talking about. You could stay in bed all day, but you don't. You could just drink a shit ton of coffee to stay awake, but you don't. You could call out of work, but you don't." He rubs his cheek against your head, presses his lips in for a quick kiss. "It's easy to do what I do and shoot things, but what you do? I don't know if I could do that."

A few more tears slip out, but this time accompanied with a small smile on your lips. Strained, pained, but a smile nonetheless.

"And to still look stunning doing it all?" He smiles wide, giving you a wink through the mirror. "Strong and good looking."

That smile pulls just a little wider. "I look like shit."

"You look like you just beat the hell out of some demons and walked away the winner. That's sexy. Hell is literally a part of a demon's make up."

The scoff sounds a little bit more like a scoff now. "Looking like I just climbed out of a ditch is sexy?"

"Hell yeah it is. I ever tell you the color of your eyes pop after you've cried?"

"No."

"Well, the color of your eyes pop after you cry." He cups your cheeks and turns your face to his, his nose brushing against yours as he squints. "Beautiful."

"You're so cheesy."

"Does it work?"

You press your lips together and squint in faux contemplation.

"I'm taking that as a yes."

Rolling your eyes, the smile finally breaks free.

"There it is," he smiles back, giving a peck of a kiss on your nose. "You'll be okay?"

Wiping a hand across your eyes, you exhale heavily. "I'll be okay."

"So..." A hand leaves a cheek to snake down your shoulder blades, and you raise an eyebrow as he asks with a light, playful smile, "Need help with this?" A finger slips under your bra strap, right against the clasp.

"Aiming to practice, are you?"

"I don't need practice, princess. Taking off a bra is easy."

"Y'okay, big guy." Sharing a smile, you shake your head. "I'll be alright. Thank you."

That smile morphs into a genuine one. "You're welcome." Stepping back, he gives you a long, searching look before flashing a relieved smile and padding back into the bedroom. "Hurry up and get dressed!"

"So bossy!" you call, turning back to your pajamas. Your hands rests atop the fabric, muscles threatening to lock again.

"I wanna cuddle!"

A huff of a laugh escapes your nose, taking with it the rest of the tension running through your body, and you hurriedly free the girls before slipping on your pajama shirt.

#resident evil #carlos oliveira #fanfiction #carlos oliveira/reader #carlos oliveira x reader

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hetalia-club · 1 year ago

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Stardew Mod Part 2: Jones House Hold- Canada (Matthew Jones)

Summary of Town & Buildings you should read this first if you haven't so you're not confused.

(Note: all characters have had their personalities slightly altered to fit into the Stardew universe. I tried to keep them as true to their cannon selves as possible and giving them pizazz so they fit in with the rest of the world.)

Matthew breakdown: Matthew loves Grind ball & Nature. His roommate and brother is Alfred (America). He is friends with the bear who appears by the sewers and will mention feeding him in conversation and allude that you should to. He is shy and does not really want to talk to the player until you gain 2 hearts. Then his dialog will be more that a simple “…”. Matthew was raised by a rich family on a very productive ranch. He may say some tone deaf things every now and again but don’t fault him for it. therefore he has little concept of how money should be spent. He is drawn to nature and if he is not working he will be found outside enjoying himself even if it’s raining. He likes trees & anything to do with them. Matthew is friends with the bear who lives in the Secret woods. Who has now been recolored white. Matthew is very intune with nature and will say some cryptic things from time to time. But don’t think about it too hard. He’s just obsessed with bears and trees.

The Nursery- Matthew & Alfred’s house which doubles as a shop. On Tuesdays & Thursdays Matthew will man the counter at he and Alfred’s shop. On Matthew’s days the shop will operate as a tree nursery. He will sell tappers, maple syrup, pine, oak & maple seeds + a selection of fruit tree saplings.

Bakery Contribution- Matthew delivers his shipment of Sugar Pie to the bakery every Monday Morning. He will stay for about an hour and then head out to the river to stand awhile.

More under cut>>>

Birthday- Summer 1 Loves- Pancakes, Ginger Ale, Maple bar, Raw Salmon, & Sugar Pie Likes- All universal likes all forgeable food Neutrals- All universal neutrals and all raw fish Dislikes- All universal dislikes All varieties of cooked fish. Hates- Cave carrots, Moss Soup & Pale Broth & Universal hates Gift receiving lines - (Until you reach 2 hearts with him he will give no response but “…” To gifts regardless if he liked it or not. But with hate and loved gifts the <3 or dust icons will appear above is head) Loves- This is my favorite Thank you! Likes- This is great, thanks Neutrals- A gift? Dislike- Oh, You sure this was for me? Hate- Thanks, I hate it Birthday Gift Line- You remembered my birthday? I feel like everyone always forgets. Thank you!

Unique Festival Dialog: Egg Festival- Marnie didn’t even notice me this morning when I was watching her hide all the eggs. I can tell you where they are hidden if you want. Desert Festival- It’s really hot out here.I’m not built for this weather. Flower Dance- The air here smells sweet. Not as sweet as my nursery though. Ask to dance? If yes- I was planning on just being a wall flower. But of course I’ll dance with you. If no- *Matthew turns his back to you seeming to be pretending like he didn’t hear you* Firework Festival (New Event)- My brother always acts like these fireworks are for him. He can be so conceded sometimes. Luau- Hello (Player). Oh what did I add? It’s a secret. I’ll give you a hint it’s sticky and sweet. Trout Derby- Don’t distract me right now. Dance Of The Moonlight Jellies- Alfred has been pouting all night. It’s hilarious. Stardew Valley Fair- (Has a stand with Alfred where they are selling dairy products and tree products). We’re totally going to win this year we’ve been stowing away our best products all year. Brew Fest (New Event)- What would make this cup of coffee even better is a stack of pancakes covered in maple syrup. Spirits Eve- Arthur gets really into this festival. He and that strange guy in the tower were setting it up all day. Festival Of Ice- This is my favorite festival. I wonder what the prize is this year. Squidfest- Don’t distract me right now. Night Market- My brother makes me watch the mermaid show every year.Have you figured out the puzzle yet? Feast Of The Winter Star- Another year completed. Winter is over and Spring is just around the corner. Just the thought of the pollen is already making my nose itchy.

Friendship letters after befriending Matthew

2 Heart Letter: Sorry I was so cold to you before. It takes me a minute to warm up to new people. Hopefully this makes up for it. I’ll be sure to talk to you in town from now on. Letter contains maple syrup. 4 Heart letter: I saw you running around town the other day. I was going to say something to you but you seemed really busy. I stole this from my brother’s supplies. I’m sure he won’t miss it (hopefully you look in your mail box before this expires. Letter contains milk. 6 Heart Letter: We’ve become pretty close for not meeting too long ago don’t you think? You’ve become a really good friend to me. I wanted to share with you my top secret recipe. My dad’s Sugar Pie Recipe. (PS. Be sure not to overcook it. If you think it’s not done, it probably is!) Sugar Pie- 2 Maple Syrup 1 Wheat flour 1 Egg H+ 65 E+200 (Letter contains recipe for Sugar Pie) 8 Heart Letter: I’m so glad I get to call you my friend. People in down don’t talk to me much. I always feel invisible, well unless it’s my brother. But when you came everything changed. You brought me out of my shell and I’m grateful for that. Next time you are in Cindersnap Forest meet me in the Secret Woods, you’ve been there right? There is someone I want you to meet. (Letter has no gift and is an invite to Matthew’s 8 heart event)

Romance Dialog

Receiving a Bouquet- You…you’re sure? Wow okay, I would love to.

Mermaid Pendent- I thought you would never ask! I was starting to get worried. I’ll pay for the whole thing don’t even worry about it.

Married Life With Matthew Jones:

When married to Matthew his corner of the farm will be two maple trees with tappers on them. Occasional gifts from Matthew will be a bottle of Maple syrup. Three days after marrying Matthew you will get a letter in the mail from ‘In-laws’ with 10k gold congratulating you and apologizing for not being at the wedding. Matthew will still leave the house every Tuesday & Thursday to tend his shop. Due to the time it takes him to walk there he will warp there and back and cannot be followed. Matthew will hardly ever be home and continue his schedule as usual. Replacing his house with yours. He will still go visit his bear friend by the river and his brother from time to time. He will not become a husk of his former self. Matthew will have coded in ‘grumpy’ days where he will be grumpy and not feel like talking. He may say ‘my brother and I had an argument’ or ‘the bears are mad at me’ don’t worry too much about it and he’ll be back to his regular self by morning.

#Hetalia #hws canada #aph canada #matthew williams #cross over

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freezerbnuuy · 3 months ago

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Act 5:17- Tough Decisions (Page 1)

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[author's note: There seems to be a strange glitch that a lot of people have reported that I've only just noticed - and that is strange, speckly / glittery artifacts that appear during the winter season after a certain update. I'm sorry if it spoils the pictures a bit, but there's no fix mod-wise or otherwise for the bug yet.]

Áine

Winter seems to get earlier every year. It's absolutely freezing here in the settlement. I've never been more glad to move into a more typically-built house.

We've all been huddled around the fireplace most evenings. I can't believe it - I have to move yet again, but it will be an amazing opportunity to teach the students in an actual building. Sadly, my dear Reynold doesn't seem to share my enthusiasm.

"Are you sure about this, Áine? You've made a home for yourself here, and you can always travel back from the village. It's not that far from here to there."

"Yes, but think about it! A better home, a proper village, new people, and we don't have to worry about the others hearing us, if you get what I'm saying…"

Reynold makes an awkward noise in his throat. "I mean, I don't really have a problem with moving to another place. I'm not terribly close with anyone here, and Tsuna has barely spoken to me since you saved my life. I'm more thinking about you. Don't you get fed up of moving around? Remember when we were young, and we just wanted to stay in one place?"

"This time, it's my choice, Reynold. I'm going somewhere because I want to. I'm not fleeing for my life. I just can't stand this feeling of stagnation. I could be doing so much more than just hiding out here. The others are comfortable here, but since our little rose left, I can't say I have much of a desire to stay."

"I understand, Áine, but there's nothing wrong with just living a quiet life. Honestly, leaving the Peteran mansion and living out in the middle of nowhere is probably the best decision I ever made…and quite possibly the only decision I ever made for myself."

"Exactly, so you know where I'm coming from," I explain to him. "I came here because I had to, and I'm going to the village because I want to, and of course, I would love for you to come with me."

Reynold stands tapping his toes for a while. He barely talks to anyone out here, and he's only been living in the settlement itself not too long ago, originally choosing to live further out for the safety of others more or less out in the wild. He's caused no issues, and he isolates himself on full moon days. The most he apparently does in werewolf form is stare and dart off somewhere.

"I know what you're thinking, Reynold. They won't be bothered that you're a werewolf. They all seem like such lovely people, and if you were dangerous, you'd have attacked that village by now. So, what do you think?"

Reynold spends a little time pondering on the matter, and that little smile says it all. "I suppose it would be nice to have a place to call home again - especially in this weather."

To the surprise of no-one, Tsuna isn't particularly happy about what I've told her. I expected her to take it personally, and that is exactly what she is doing.

"You as well, Áine? I thought you'd have stayed here much longer."

"I appreciate all you've done for me and my family, Tsuna, but I have to go and live my life. I feel like I'm-"

"Stagnating?" She interrupts, her tone rather vicious. She must have heard what I've been saying to Reynold not too long ago...

I try to look down at the floor, not wanting to say yes. I know how she feels, but that doesn't mean the rest of us should give up every chance of a life we get because of it.

"I have a chance to teach magic to the next generation, Tsuna. I know so many people who have suffered in adulthood because they weren't taught properly in their younger years. It'll make all the difference for them, and they'll grow up happier than we did because of it."

Tsuna leans over, staring at the wooden floor. Emerald slithers around her, flicking her tongue at her and back at me.

"I have to admit to you, Áine, that I hate to see people leave this place. I have wanted to leave this world for nearly half a century, and I know I never will. Where I am from, cohesion of a group is far more important. People do what benefits everyone, not just themselves. In this corner of the world, it seems all people think about is themselves." Her tense expression softens.

Is it really that different this side of the world? Is she implying that I'm making a selfish decision?

"Tsuna, this isn't personal, and I'm not doing this solely for myself. I'm doing as my mother did - helping the young witches to find themselves, protect themselves, and thrive. I understand why you feel this way, but you need to understand that other people aren't going to give up their entire futures for it."

She lets out a disgusted noise. Emerald holds herself in a stiff position hissing at me until Tsuna softly pushes her head away.

"Pardon me, Áine. I suppose can't say anything on the matter of selfishness. All those years ago, they treated me as if I were a deity, and I have to admit that I sometimes long for those days again. People would do anything and everything for me. I used to wake up to so many offerings at the deer monument for me.

Now people come and go as they please from here without a second thought - but I shouldn't stop you. Those days are no longer. You have your whole life ahead of you - even more so than others do."

I keep forgetting about the spell I performed on my father, having tried to push it all the way back into my subconscious.

Tsuna has outlived so many people, and if she doesn't somehow find the secret to eternal rest, then she will outlive many more. I don't know how much time the extra life force has given me, but I find myself wallowing in a murky future in my mind.

I could outlive anyone that I love.

After all I did to save his life, I will have to watch my Reynold die. Oskar outlived his own daughter, Ilse...The more I think about it, the more the blurred thoughts of the future begin to take shape in my mind. I can't let them.

#divided sims 4 story #freezerbnuuy

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mochiwrites · 1 year ago

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Hi mochi! Soo this might be very unexpected and feel free to ignore but, I've been rereading songbirds blood au again. While I've been reading I have had my notes app open taking notes and questions and I have a ton for fics 1 - 3

:^]

( “You know there’s been people saying that the culprit is a vampire with all the neck biting stuff involved.” Pearl tells him, making Grian scoff.

He swallows his toast, “C’mon Pearl, no one actually believes that.” )

( Vampires aren’t real. They’re just a myth, a story.” )

-two of the quotes which i just find ironic in showing your teeth at the moon fic 1

Ohhohhohh grian if you only knew what was going to happen. :^]

Fic 2 (I could only lead you so far)

Firstly Cub giving the murder cases to Grian is mighty suspicious, especially after Grian met Mumbo for the first time. I believe Cub mightve knew that Grian met Mumbo and he knew that Mumbo would help him with the case. Time travel or he is physic or warden hearing power??? (It could just be that he is just tired of the case and he is human)

Also Boogle??? I love it I think Google should change to Boogle, just imagine!

Mumbo mentioned that ghost and ghouls exist. Will we possible see any ghost or ghouls in the future? But are ghost kinda the same as phantoms such as in the origins mod pack?

Fic 3 (Defend your factions, cut the lines)

Since Doc is the mayor of aqua town does he use like magic to make himself look different. I would think soo because he is literally a creeper hybrid green skin, robotics and all. I think if he were to make a appearance like that in town people would run for their lives. Like said he was giving a speech or in a meeting etc...

Now Impulse mentioned that he and zed are roommates. "And they were roommates!"/silly . Soo does that make zed also a supernatural or is he like Grian and knowing that Impulse is a supernatural? Or it might be that zed doesn't know but I think that is kinda impossible with how nosy he is/pos

Now when Grian was following Mumbo to town how did Mumbo not hear or smell him?

Lastly how did you come up with the titles? All of them are soo unique and fit the fic soo perfectly!

Thank you for listening there might be more ask in the future if you're comfortable with it😊

EEEEEEE I LOVE ASKS LIKE THESE HEHE

I do really love looking all the way back at the start of songbird and seeing where grian was at in the beginning 🥺 he was so naive and free of trauma and was really just dropped headfirst into the supernatural world. and GOD grian and mumbo at the start??? they’ve come such a long way

cub gave grian the spotlight with the paper for two (2) reasons!! :D it truly was simply because he thought grian could do it more justice and well. being such a focus in the paper isn’t quite his style <3

the Boogle thing… I think it’s my proudest achievement of songbird actually /silly

ghost or ghouls HM. in arc 3 we probably won’t! but maybe they’ll appear in the story, you never know! I don’t have any plans at the moment, but that can definitely change in the future <3 as for if they’re similar to origins phantom… I’ll probably end up using ghost and phantom as synonyms and swap them around if they ever appear in songbird. so yeah! they’ll be the same thing — maybe just with some extra world building chucked in hehe

so!!! for doc, he’s not a creeper hybrid!!! he’s a vampire just like mumbo is! in songbird he looks like a regular guy™️ with pale skin and green hair. I imagine the only thing he would use his glamour for is to hide his pointy ears :D

zed doesn’t know that impulse is a demon :3 impulse has been alive for like. thousands of years now (he was definitely alive during the supernatural rebellion), he’s had lots of practice keeping his demon side a secret, especially from nosy people like zed

with mumbo not hearing or smelling grian, it’s two factors! one: grian kept enough distance. and two: it’s as simple as mumbo had a lot on his mind that distracted him. I mean, he just found out about the murders going on in town and got more information about it from doc. we know just how much mumbo cares about people, even if he tries not to. between doc, the council, the murders, plus mumbo doing “work” for the council? there was definitely a lot going on inside his head that left him a bit distracted and therefore not paying attention to grian

and hehe thank you!!! I pull my titles for songbird fics from the playlist I made specifically for the au!! :D my process is pretty simple — I grab a song or song lyric (if it’s a one shot) that matches the vibe/theme/focus of the fic and there we go!

double and!!! I’m more than comfortable with more asks :D I genuinely love seeing other people’s thoughts and theories on songbird, it always makes me so excited. the fact that people take the time to engage with my writing like that is so ;w; it makes me very happy and almost??? honored??? 🥺 so yes!!! please feel free to share more <33

#mochi speaks #songbird asks

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thetoaddaddy · 2 years ago

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@riyu-uzumaki

Notes: Werewolf au. Mod au. Supernatural creatures and humans are exposed and aware of each other but don’t completely coexist peacefully. Medication has been developed to assist supernatural creatures.

Jiraiya tried his best to hide it. People don’t like his kind. They think he’s.. dangerous. And in a relationship with a mother with two little boys… well.. it’s questionable. Even with medication it lingers. It aches. Like a deep itch needing to be scratched.

As a full moon gets closer the more irritated he gets. Taking the family to a nearly off grid acreage seemed like a good idea at the time. It’s quiet. It’s isolated. It’s self sustaining. They’re the only humans he liked… he wanted to protect them from all the other monsters out there. Most are reasonable but others are truly evil. They go into the city from time to tome but always with him and only when absolutely needed.

With the boys helping all the chores aren’t so bad. They’re adorable.. often they get distracted mid task to do something else. Usually with Adam fixated on digging a hole and Idris walking around with the chickens. Riyu is.. amazing. She keeps busy with helping on the small farm they’ve made or even going to assist neighbours with their health even if it did take half a day to get to their land.

With a heavy swing Jiraiya imbeds the axe back into the chopping block. He rubs his forehead as he leaned back to stretch out his shoulders. Lately it’s been worse. His skin was crawling for relief. The fever was setting in.

He sighs and heads back in to get his medicine. Firewood can wait. He’s never told her. He’s told no one. The bite mark on his leg he excused as getting bit by a mountain lion while on a hunting venture. He heads to the back of the master closet to the lockbox. The combination is known only to him. He knows it bothers Riyu but the prescription was plainly clear, especially to a nurse like her. While the supernatural are known and mingling in society no creature is ever without its stigma. More so for ones like him. Ones turned by the parasitic nature of tainting the blood with their vile conditions.

Jiraiya opens the box.

Fuck… Fuck!

He’s out. He was sure he had another months worth! He slams the box closed again. As if to mock him for his poor preparation his phone dings with an electronic owl hoot. It’s the alarm for a lunar app tracker. Lunar creatures and humans alike use it. Creatures like him who need a little extra reminder of the phases of the moon. Humans for the same thing. They get paranoid around the time the moon is full.

With a sigh he exits the bedroom. Checking his phone.. yes it is a full moon tonight. The alert told him to take emergency suppression medication or go to a safe location. Real handy. Well out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woods he’s free to transform without leering eyes, terrified people and hunters. He called the boys inside before telling Riyu to come outside. He can’t hide it. While he’s still conscious and him when he’s all furry… he’s just prone to be more impulsive. But he’s lucky. Accounts from other werewolves he’s heard lose all sense of self.

“Just.. walk with me.. into the woods for a bit.” Jiraiya whispered.

He led the way until the light from the house was distant. Enough so the boys won’t hear but close enough that Riyu can run away. It’s dusk, the sun is nearly gone. The moment he gets a glimpse of moon he won’t be able to resist it. The nights are getting chilly. The fever made it comfortable. He turns to face her. He pulls his shirt off and kicks off his shoes.

“I’m sorry I never told you this before. I just.. didn’t want you to be afraid of me.. I never intended to ever transform again but...” He explains as he undoes his pants and pulls them off. He pulls the pill bottle out of his pocket before dropping his pants to the forest floor. He tosses the bottle to her. In case she didn’t believe him that should make it clear. “I’m fully sentient like I am now. I can’t talk. But I won’t hurt you.”

Casting his eyes up to the sky he sees it peeking out. Moonlight. Given it was years of suppressing it his curse couldn’t wait to break free. The mere hint was enough.

The worst part about being aware was he felt it all. The more feral ones black out after they see the moon. After a deep breath he folds like a cheap suitcase. Pain riddled his body as limbs transform and body turns. It looked as if his long white hair consumed him as fur sprouted in the same colour all over his body. His boxers shred apart as he grows into a massive beast.

When it ended he was less a man more a wolf. Bipedal, with more humanoid arms was all that really deferred the wolf and werewolf. Everything else was rather natural. Long thick white fur. A long fluffy tail and rounded ears. Claws and fangs. The face is full wolf with the only difference being the eyes. Intelligent calm eyes. The lanky nature of the arms made it clear that it was uncanny even on all fours. Jiraiya remained crouched, fur fluffed up and eyes watching her. He didn’t blame Riyu if she ran away screaming. He is after all just a monster.

#riyu #closed thread #monster au

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tia-amorosa · 1 year ago

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Sunset Died - Bunch Family/Clavell/Wan ...................................(5)..................................

Jack is back home. "So, were you able to get anything?"/ "mhm, if all goes well, we'll have two canisters outside the door in the morning. "/ "So they've got gas there?"/ "You can't imagine how much, Judy. That would easily get us all through the winter. And then I bumped into Nick, or rather he bumped into me. I was almost completely freaked out"/ "what was going on?"/ "I just can't shake the feeling that he's hiding things from us".

"I agree, Jack, but it's hard to figure out what. You know I don't talk to Nancy, let alone Vita"/ "well, maybe Xander knows something more, but I don't want to get too involved… But just looking at that face makes me want to punch him.“. Jack had a scowl on his face again as he thought about Nick. ",Please don't. I hope Xander succeeds. That would really help the doctors".

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Later… at night…

It's quite late and Xander has done his last walkabout. He wanted to see if anyone was still walking around the grounds. But the coast was clear… So he headed towards the outbuilding. "I'm afraid I can't remember exactly how much we actually bottled…".

There was a large cellar room in the outbuilding where various things had been stored. Boxes, some utensils, even umbrellas… "When it's enough, I'll come back here tomorrow morning and fill up what I've taken away".

There was a separate room in the basement that Xander went to… And it was just as Jack had suspected. There was a lot of gasoline stored here, and not just in the large tanks. "O.k…. It's not that little after all, I haven't been down here for a while, Nick usually fills them up… Well then,…".

Xander grabbed two of the canisters and made his way to the Bunch house with them. He's in luck tonight… Who knows how things will go next time.

Later. When Xander came home in the middle of the night, he was surprised to find that Pauline wasn't in bed yet. Instead, she was pacing around a little nervously the whole time. "Is everything okay?"/ "What… No, I… I just need to get some fresh air, why are you home so late?"/ "I had something to do…". But before she could answer him, she suddenly felt sick again and ran downstairs.

After she got downstairs, she threw up, quite a long time. and after the biggest pressure, at least from her stomach, was gone, it went on somewhere else, because there were some things she realized now. "h-h, ooh shit, why now of all times? No…, no…".

Pauline is conflicted. Both men have a special appeal for her. Xander, because he's older, a bit more experienced and incredibly interesting. And Hank, who is still attractive to her despite all the difficulties. But how are you supposed to find out who the father is without a functioning laboratory? And who should she tell first?

Despite all this, she went to bed almost reluctantly, but she was terribly tired and exhausted from the day. … And she has decided to talk to someone about her big little problem as soon as possible…

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End of part 5...

@greenplumbboblover 💓

Note on this part: Pauline's pregnancy came as a surprise to me too. The game panned me to her while I was still supposed to take a picture. So, who is the father of her baby now? I have a mod in the game that experiences the duration of a pregnancy to 9 days. That's enough for me, as I play quite slowly anyway. but there are also longer spans you can put in the game.… We can be curious…😁

#sims3 #simsstories #screenshots #sunset died #post apocalyptic #jack bunch #xander clavell #pauline wan

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ali-annals · 1 year ago

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You Drew Stars Around My Scars

Cardigan AU Masterlist | Part 2 | Master Masterlist | Ao3 | CW: implied/referenced violence

Jasonette, Chapter 1/2, ~7k?

Marinette rushed from her last class to her locker.

The teeming crowds of students milled around the suddenly full hallways, pulling her closer to her goal. Her boyfriend often left little notes or clues to gifts, and it always brightened her day to find a loving surprise. How he knew her locker code, she didn’t know, but brushed it off (she’d certainly acquired dubious skills for stupider reasons than giving her SO a gift).

There was nothing there today, but when she slammed it shut she turned and walked into her boyfriend.

“Hey, Pixie. Ready to go?”

She groaned. “Nooo. I have to work on my Lit essay.”

“I can help; whatever you need.”

He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the quiet library, seemingly empty except for the rows of books and the librarian, Ms. Blue. She nodded familiarly at them and went back to her computer as they disappeared deeper into the library’s abyss. Finally, they stopped at a table and Marinette dumped her things on its surface.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

About an hour after they began working on their homework, Jason got up to find a book for references. A few minutes later, Marinette noticed he still hadn’t returned, so she decided to stretch her legs and go look for him. After scouring several rows, she finally heard a thump behind her. The trail of thumps led her to a corner of the library, where Jason was waiting with a smug grin.

“You did miss me.”

“Of course.” She rolled her eyes. “I have to keep a very close eye on you when we’re in a library or bookstore. I couldn’t wait too long or I mayn’t have seen you ever again. Like that time I lost you at the B&N.”

“Mayn’t?”

She punched his (stupidly solid) arm. “It’s an uncommon contraction that should be used more.”

“I’ll tell the world to start, then. We should make a prank on Twitter.”

“Oui, good idea! No one will know it’s us trolling them, and you can share your bizarre stories and explain your unusual skills.”

“What bizarre stories?” He followed her back to their table, setting up a new Twitter account on his way.

“Um, my ex-girlfriend possessed my other ex, for one. That time you met a civil, agreeable demon, for two…you are a mysterious person, Jason Todd.”

“Thank you, I try to be as cryptid-like as possible. What shall we name our crack account?”

“Um…our names combined make “Janette”; Janette can be the mod. For the handle, how about…Janette@pothamcrack. Yeah. And before you ask, Paris + Gotham equals Potham.”

“Great. Here, our first official tweet. Janette@pothamcrack says: ‘Mayn’t’ is an underused contraction. Use it more, cowards’.”

“Perfect. Can you make everyone we know that’s verified follow us so more people are subjected to our crack and insanity?”

•○•○•○•

Jason knocked on Marinette’s door. There was a brief flurry of activity, then she opened it enough to stick her head out.

“Heyyy, Jay. You’re early!”

“Is that such a bad thing?” he asked, faux-offended.

“No, of course not…come in. I just gotta…”

“Why is there blood on your sweatshirt? Are you hurt?”

Jason carefully circled her, gingerly trailing his hands over her body to check her reactions. When he reached her lower left ribs, she only winced once, very quickly, but he caught her reaction and yanked her Gotham Knights sweatshirt up a couple inches. Her hand grabbed his wrist tightly, preventing him from moving.

“Oh, sorry, Pix. I…should’ve asked first.” He felt quite remorseful, knowing she hated showing skin, though he didn’t know the reason why. But if she was hurt and hiding it, and bleeding…“How badly are you hurt, Pix? Do you need me to take you to the clinic?”

Marinette looked down. “I’m fine, it’s just a scratch,” she mumbled quietly. “I was just gonna change, you don’t need to worry.”

Now Jason was really concerned. Why was she hiding it? If it really wasn’t bad, she’d show him as proof, like that time he thought she chopped her fingers off (in hindsight he may have panicked a bit, but she was his girlfriend and he was terrified of something hurting her) and she immediately showed him the barely-visible nick on her finger.

He gently tilted her chin up to face him and started directly into her blue eyes.

“Marinette, I’m your boyfriend, and I’m worried about you. I understand if you don’t want me to see, but can you tell me what happened, at least?”

She dropped her gaze again, though it could only reach his callused hand this time, and inhaled sharply, then winced again.

“I was lightly stabbed from an attempted mugging, but I’m fine! It’s just a scratch! I’m sorry for worrying you. I was just gonna get a bandaid; it’s not that deep.”

“Stabbed and mugged? Marinette Wendy Dupain-Cheng Stone, why didn’t you tell me?!”

She jerked her chin out of his hold and glared at him. “Because I don’t need to answer you. I’m an adult and I can take care of myself just fine, thank you. If you don’t trust my judgement, then you obviously don’t respect me and you can leave me to my first aid.”

“Woah, Pix. I-” Jason stopped and took a deep breath.

“Okay, clearly you have some things we should talk about, but first, you’re right. I’m sorry. We can talk about this after you get first aid. I don’t have to watch, but I’m staying until we talk this stuff out, Marinette.”

Marinette headed to the bathroom where her closest first aid kit was and began unpacking it to search for the things she needed.

The door shut in Jason’s face with a decisive click.

He sat across the hall, leaning against the wall and talking to Marinette. She didn’t reply, but she didn’t chase him out or tell him to shut up, either, so he took it as a win.

Finally, the door opened and Marinette stood in the doorway, just looking at him.

Jason slowly got to his feet and scanned her up and down, just in case she’d bled out in the bathroom and was now a zombie or some other supernatural revenant his brain cursed him with imagining.

She’d left her sweatshirt off and was just in a white tank top, bloodstained on the lower left side (thankfully less blood than his traumatised brain helpfully made him think of), and her jeans. His eyes landed on her arms, which she usually had covered by a sweater or hoodie (usually one of his).

Scars of various sizes and shapes littered her arms and what he could see of her chest. She’d told him that everyone was healed and brought back to life, but he’d thought it was completely healed, not left with scars.

A sudden flash of insight hit him and he blinked, then moved across to hug her gently. “I’m glad you’re not seriously hurt. Are you in pain? Do you want me to get a pill?”

“One small slice does not constitute pain, Jason.” She was avoiding his eyes again, he noticed. He much preferred those pretty blues looking at him, not away from him in shame or pain or anger.

“I understand.”

Which hurts more, A or B? Forehand, or backhand?

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I didn’t…when you told me about Hawkmoth and Multimouse, you obviously toned it down a lot.”

Marinette realised he had picked her up and they were now in her kitchen, where he perched her on the island and began making her a mug of tea. Oh, she realised. He’s not just talking about the mugging.

Her lips quirked up a bit as she watched him move around her kitchen familiarly.

Jason handed her her favourite mug and leaned against the counter beside her.

“Are you okay, besides the 'light stabbing’?”

She glared at him over the rim of her mug, but it lacked heat. “Yeah, it was only an attempted mugging. The dude was following me so I ducked into an alley and when he 'caught’ me, I let him get close enough to stab me and then I grabbed his wrist, kneed him, and put him in an armlock. The stab was simply a tactical sacrifice. Then a nice cop drove by as I was zip-tying him, so I let him take the guy into the station. His name was, um, Dick Grayson, I think? He had similar features to you…anyways, yeah, I’m fine, you worrywart. I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier, I just…I shouldn’t have yelled, I’m sorry. You were just worried but it reminded me of some situations in Paris and I reacted disproportionately.”

“I forgive you, Pixie. Can you tell me what part of what I did and said reminded you, so I can work on that?”

“The…well, it wasn’t really anything. I’m just always on guard because I had to fight for people to trust me so much, and my ex-partner was…always crossing lines and I was always explaining things I shouldn’t have had to. You were just asking out of worry, but I immediately jumped to you trying to back me into a corner. It’s not something you have to work on,” she snorted bitterly.

As she spoke, Jason picked up her free hand and began running his fingers over her arm soothingly. Marinette suddenly realised what he was doing and focused on the shapes. He was slowly tracing stars around every single mark and scar on her arms. Eventually, he reached her shoulder and left his arm comfortingly across them. She snuggled a little closer and they drank their tea in cosy silence.

○○○○○○○

To Kiss in Cars and Downtown Bars

Jason flipped through the security feeds from his office in the Iceberg Lounge. A familiar face at the back of the line to get in caught his eye. Why…

He changed out of his Red Hood gear into his usual outfit of jeans, a T-shirt, and his leather jacket (different from his RH jacket), then snuck out the door.

•○•○•○•

Marinette jumped as a large, warm hand was put over her mouth. She hadn’t heard anyone coming, but they were awfully brave to attempt…whatever…in full view of the bouncers a few metres ahead. She made eye contact with one but he completely ignored her!

Now Marinette was more annoyed at the bouncer’s incompetence than the person behind her!

“It’s me.”

She whirled around. “Jay? What’re you doing here?”

He plucked her ID from her hands (thanks to Fluff and Trixx, she had a passably legal ID) and examined it.

“Not bad. C'mon.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the Lounge. A passcode later, they were in the dark hallway leading from the club’s fire exit.

“Here.” He handed her a metal bracelet. “It tells people to back off, you’re under the owner’s protection. You also won’t have to pay.” He pointed to his matching bracelet. “Maybe you’ll tell me why you’re trying to enter a club?”

She strolled over to the bar, him following closely as usual.

“I’m legal in Paris. Apparently, I have the worst luck. My old class is coming on an exchange in a couple months so they can tour some American universities and experience the American high school system. The problem is, they all think I’m dead - a strawberry daiquiri, please.”

“Mood. Can’t you…avoid them? Hack the system and become part of the class going to Paris?”

She chugged half her drink, impressing him, and shook her head.

“Most people in Paris think I’m dead. Paris is bad for me…all the memories…and I was asked to be a translator if there are any issues and because I’m a helpful person who still hasn’t learned to say no, I said yes! Although, I didn’t know it was my class until the details were sent after I already agreed.”

“Oh…that is a problem. I’m also fluent in French, could I replace you or at least help you?”

“I’ll talk to Mr. Patel, he’s organising it, but that should be okay. We can continue Janette’s crack—they’re so idiotic sometimes, and yet they can be so brilliant others, I really don’t understand it.”

“I can’t wait to meet them. And um, maybe don’t chug your drink without eating something?”

“Right. Want to dance?” She held out her hand. He took it and kissed the back, spinning her away from the counter.

“Sure.”

After a couple dances and a close call with a tipsy patron, they headed to a quiet corner, where Marinette dissected outfits and rated style with Jason, who knew a surprising amount about fashion. She supposed he’d heard more than one of her rants/lectures and picked stuff up.

Around midnight, Jason’s phone buzzed and he sighed.

“Hey, Pix, I gotta go. Can I bring you home first?”

“Sure. Did you bring your bike?” She followed him outside, her hand still in his.

“Nah, I borrowed a friend’s car because I had to transport stuff earlier.”

He led her to a sleek black car and opened the door for her. When he crossed the hood to get to his side, she leaned over and opened the driver’s door for him and smiled sweetly.

The drive to Jagged’s penthouse, where she was currently living until her parents finalised closing the bakery in Paris and joining her in Gotham, was quiet, broken by her soft humming of random song snippets.

“Thanks for the fun evening, Jay. I was so bummed about them coming, but you cheered me up.”

Marinette leaned over and kissed Jason’s cheek before she got out of the car, but he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her back for a longer, proper kiss.

“Night, Pix. Have sweet dreams, maybe of me?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled and waved him off noncommittally. His ego would be too big if she told him she often dreamed of him.

•○•○•○•

Marinette sighed at Tikki and Wayzz for the fourth time.

“I know I should, I just don’t want to. Why can’t I live in denial a little longer? He treats me like a princess.”

“Marinette, this is the third time in three weeks that he left your date early with no explanation. This won’t be healthier for you in the long run if you keep denying it,” the ladybug kwami advised.

“I’m just tired, Tikki. Aside from the dates and being even more selective about what he tells me about his family and life than I am, it’s great! I didn’t want a busy, dramatic year. Can I seriously not just leave it a little longer?”

“Guardian, there is a difference between being patient and understanding, and letting everything slide because you don’t want to confront someone. There is a possibility he just doesn’t know how or when to bring some of these things up, so just try talking to him,” said Wayzz. “If that does not resolve anything, then you can consider what to do after that.”

“And as for the 'no drama’ you want, ignoring all of this is only adding to it,” Tikki interjected.

Marinette huffed a breath of hot air and crossed her arms petulantly, knowing the kwami were right. “Fine. I’ll ask him to meet me later.”

○○○○○○○

Peter Losing Wendy

“I think we should break up.” She looked him in the eye as she stabbed him in the heart with those dreaded words.

“Why?”

He knew it was for the best, it would keep her safer, but he’d hoped…if she wanted it, he would let her go, taking his heart with him, as he ignored the urge to hold her and never release her.

“You can’t explain those weird texts and calls and disappearances, and you’ve been late or left early with such plausible excuses…I can’t…it looks like Adrien 2.0. And believe me, I don’t want to think that, but …call it PTSD or whatever, you’re so hot and cold. You keep me at arms’ length for so many things, and then you turn around and you’re the warmest, most perfect boyfriend I could want. You’ve got this way of telling me everything, but it’s nothing at all…all an illusion. I just, I can’t do this again. It’s not fair to either of us. Gotham has been better to me than Paris, and I’m going to fight with everything this time.“

…And now she was taking his shattered heart with her.

“I asked you to come so we could talk about it, try and figure this out, but you cancelled last-minute, again, Jason. Once or twice I understood, but now it just feels like you’re avoiding me, or at least avoiding opening up to me. I’m just…done. I can’t ignore all of this anymore, and I’m tired.”

He couldn’t do this to her. He’d seen how scarred she was after Multimouse. Now, as an ordinary civilian with loads of PTSD, he wouldn’t risk hurting her anymore, repeating Parisian mistakes.

He swallowed. “I’m sorry, P-Marinette.” He turned to leave, blinking rapidly. “If you’re in trouble, call me. I’ll still come.”

As he turned to shut the door his eyes met hers.

Both pairs were overflowing.

“Goodbye, and good luck.”

The door closing behind him sounded like a sentencing being put into effect.

•○•○•○•

She didn’t go to school for two days, choosing to curl into a ball and cry instead.

When she’d first enrolled as Marinette Stone - courtesy of Jagged and Penny helping her set up a new life in his hometown - everyone had been trying to get to know the other new transfer student, Jason.

She’d snubbed him, wanting her final school year to be drama free, and he’d laughed.

Thus began an academic rivalry, and everyone thought they were sworn enemies from the cold way she’d greet him in the halls. For his part, he was warmer to her than anyone else, which confused her, but she wrote him off as a masochist.

But thanks to meddling from Mrs. Perez, who paired them up on a very important assignment, they became sworn besties instead, which led to dating. They kept it quiet, finding that trolling the entire school was hilarious to them, as well as the disappointed look in Mrs. Perez’s eyes when at the end of the assignment, they were still rivals and not in love (yes, Mrs. Perez was the biggest Marison shipper).

Jason picked up one of her design scribbles and looked at the hand-lettering she’d done when she was bored in class.

“Your name is Marinette Wendy Dupain-Cheng?”

“Yeah, so?”

“We’re Peter and Wendy! My full name is Jason Peter Todd.”

“Didn’t they end up not together?”

“… Right. Well… You’re petite, so you can be Tinker Bell then.”

She hoped her face conveyed her scepticism. “Tinker Bell? A pixie?”

He ignored her and exclaimed, “Pixie it is!” happy to finally have a nickname she didn’t hate or have bad connotations with.

Marinette cried even harder at the memory. They hadn’t ended up together, after all.

○○○○○○○

I Knew You (Marked Me Like A Bloodstain)

The tell-tale swish of a grappling hook being deployed caught Jason’s attention from where he sat on the roof’s vent, swinging his legs as he surveyed his empire’s capital, Crime Alley. He rolled backwards off the vent and faced the Dark Knight, tensing for an altercation, whether verbal or physical.

“What do you want, B,” he snapped, annoyed his depression session had been interrupted by the partial cause of the entire mess he was moping about right now.

Batman didn’t move, signifying he wanted to talk right now, not fight.

“You haven’t been around in either capacity lately, and you didn’t respond when Nightwing texted you earlier, either. I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay.”

Angrily, Red Hood turned on Batman with a growl. “As you can see, I’m out, so I’m perfectly healthy. You don’t need to check in on your wayward soldier personally. You only care that I’m fine so that you know if you can call me to help on missions and I’ll come running back like a dog when you whistle. Just because I’m working with you more doesn’t mean I’m one of your little clones who only exists to be useful to you; I have my own life and I don’t have to answer to you about any of it.”

“Hood, where is this coming from?” Batman truly sounded bewildered. “I was only checking on you because I care about you. I care about your health and functioning because I care about you.”

“Well maybe you care too much, B. You’re constantly calling me out on missions and that’s about the only time you contact me, unless Agent A requests it. If you actually care about me as a person, if not your son, you’d ask to see me outside of the mask, but you haven’t, which leads me to my previous conclusions. I’m taking a break from all of your messes. If you need my help, don’t contact me, and clean it up yourself. I’ll be back when I’m back—if I’m back. And don’t snoop!”

Hood jumped off the roof and landed on a fire escape, using parkour moves to slide down railings, and assassin-training to evade Batman’s close tail. Eventually, Batman gave up and Hood moved out of the shadows to mope back in his Bat-proof apartment.

•○•○•○•

Chasing Shadows (in Grocery Lines)

Red Hood angrily yanked the knots tight on the goons’ restraints. He knew the Untitled were in Gotham, but why? Besides the obvious (to kill him), of course.

A flash of movement caught his eye, and he followed it carefully. He snuck up behind the faux-Catwoman and hissed, “Who are you and why are you here?”

“…Catwoman, of course. You know cats, curiosity kills us.”

Convincing.

She acted similarly to Selina, but she was… off. Wrong inflection, similar mannerisms but they were too forced, the suit wasn’t pure black like Selina’s (it was black with grey accents), no purr…

“No, you’re not. Catwoman and I have a bi-monthly feline petting session where we complain about Batman, so I’ve spent enough time with the Sirens to know you’re just… Uncanny Valley Catwoman.” He waved his hand at faux-Catwoman’s entire existence.

She hissed and her ears and tail twitched.

Were…they real?

“Look, I don’t want to fight you, but you’re making it hard. Don’t insult 'short’ people. It’s not our fault you’re trees.”

“I’ll stop saying things like that when you stop looking at me as if you want to climb me like one,” he retorted.*

Wait, faux-Catwoman, Bat-adjacent, flirting on a roof… NO! I’m not becoming Bruce!!

“I’m here because I think some of my trainer’s enemies are after me,” faux-Catwoman blurted in an attempt to change the subject.

Ha, he could still see her cheeks and neck warming.

“Who?”

“They’re a creepy old magic group called the Untitled. Ironic, I know. I don’t know much about them besides the fact that they’re incredibly evil, and they want my Miraculous.”

“Are you All-Caste too?” He didn’t think they had anyone left besides himself, but if they were travelling while the Untitled attacked, maybe someone escaped…

“What?”

“Nevermind. I didn’t know the Untitled had more enemies than my sect. I’m the last member; the Untitled wiped the rest of us out. I can tell you more about the Untitled once I finish my patrol, in 20-ish minutes?”

Faux-Catwoman nodded. “The gargoyle across from Drake Industries work for you?”

“Sure. What should I call you, by the way?”

“Onyx. Ciao!”

Twenty-three minutes later, Red Hood grappled up to his gargoyle, finding Onyx sitting beside it, casually swinging her feet as if she wasn’t 40 stories up and untethered.

“So, you like Freddy too?”

“Freddy?”

“My thinking gargoyle. You’re new in town.”

Onyx sighed heavily. “No, you’re just the first person to notice I’m not Catwoman.”

Jason sensed she needed to talk more so he employed his most effective interrogation technique, silence, and she began talking a moment later.

“This is Paris all over again. Do you know about what happened in Paris?”

Jason nodded and pulled out a granola bar from his pocket, unwrapped it, and began eating as she continued.

“I was Ladybug. When I became Guardian of the Miraculous, I revoked my black cat’s ring. He’d been corrupted since he wasn’t a true black cat, and also from living in a house with the corrupted butterfly and broken peacock Miraculous. His dad was Hawkmoth, though he didn’t know that, and he was my boyfriend as a civilian. Turns out he was cheating on me with my bully per his father’s and my bully’s manipulation.

“I used the Miraculous of Multiplication to become Bugmouse and Catmouse, and when I got the Miraculous from Hawkmoth, I put them away.

"My uncle helped me move here to start afresh… in Paris, everywhere I went, there were memories… And most weren’t happy. When I came here, life was great… I didn’t think I wanted another boyfriend but I did get one… And now I’ve broken up with him. He was perfect, and I was waiting for the imperfections, but… It turned into Paris II: Electric Boogaloo. He would disappear randomly, and it seemed like he was waiting till I was busy so I wouldn’t notice. I followed him once because he’d left something behind, but it was like he knew I was tailing him and he lost me. He never introduced me to his family — he said they were semi-estranged, but I can’t help wondering…

"So I grabbed a Miraculous and became Onyx; beating up bad guys is better than therapy, y'know? I just didn’t expect to be traced by the Miraculous’s signature by the Untitled.

“And now Gotham is becoming Paris,” she finished with a heavy sigh. “At least to me.”

After another silence, she gasped quietly. “I’m sorry for monologuing on you, you just felt… like a comrade, maybe? You give off safe vibes, anyways.”

The more she talked, the more she solidified his suspicion that Onyx was Marinette.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Onyx.” He didn’t want to say anything else, partially out of guilt, and partially to stop himself from explaining everything and throwing himself on her mercy and begging her to take him back.

“So, the Untitled?” Onyx cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, turning to see his (masked) face a bit better.

“Right. The Untitled are millennia-old evil sibling magicians who got their power from a well of evil. There are only eight members of the Untitled, but they are very old and powerful. They were enemies with the group who trained me, the All-Caste, and killed them all. They can’t be killed by normal means, but I have the All-Blades, which can defeat them. Do you have anything that can harm them, do you know?” Hood asked.

“I suspect the ‘Cataclysm’ power and perhaps ‘Clout’ or ‘Uproar’, and though I’d prefer not to test it in battle and find I’m wrong, I don’t know how else to confirm my hypothesis.”

“Then how about you stay in the background while I take on the Untitled with the All-Blades, and when there’s an opening you try your hypothesis?”

“I can do that. When are we going?” He asked her.

“Sooner rather than later, I think. When can you-”

“Okay, give me ten minutes,” Onyx interrupted. “I’ll get my Miraculous and meet you at the warehouse at the edge of Gotham, in the westernmost part of the Tricorner Yards. You can lure the Untitled there or something, right?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Ten minutes average or ten minutes on the dot?”

“On the dot. I have a very precise Miraculous.”

“…okay. See you in 10, Onyx.”

•○•○•○•

Ten minutes later, Onyx appeared in the shadows of the warehouse, where Jason was already in the middle of two Untitled, his glowing swords flickering in the dark and giving off an eerie vibe. The chill and sense of evil permeating the air didn’t help, either.

Onyx’s suit was now pure black, with thin stripes of red, magenta, and brown scattered around her suit.

“Cataclysm,” Onyx whispered and threw the ball of destruction at the Untitled on Jason’s rear.

The Untitled were now alerted to her presence and she moved swiftly from shadow to shadow. One began to approach her, and she instinctively activated the tiger’s power, ‘Clout’. The immense power from the magical punch knocked the being out, and Onyx turned her attention to the two Untitled who took the place of the previous duo already taken care of by Red Hood’s swords.

“Uproar!” she cried, hoping the power-disrupting ability would work on the beings as she tossed the circlet like a frisbee at them. Onyx breathed deeply in relief when she realised her powers did work on the Untitled and turned to face the remaining two, back to back with Hood.

They attacked at the same time, swirling black shadows with surprising speed, but Onyx had prepared a second Cataclysm and yelled “Jump!” at Hood as the Untitled reached them.

The Untitled almost crashed into each other and tried to stop themselves before they could collide. It was too late, however. Onyx and Hood jumped to the first level above them (superpowers handily granting them extra height), and watched as the same cataclysm turned both ghouls into nothing.

Hood exhaled jaggedly and turned to her. “You have some nice moves and those were some sick abilities!”

She grinned, a little winded from using three Miraculous at once, and replied, “You weren’t too bad yourself! Those swords sure are handy.”

“Yeah… Thank you for your help, Onyx. I couldn’t have taken them all down at once without you.”

She waved it off and swung down to the floor again. “It was my pleasure, I assure you. I’m thrilled one less group of weird power-hungry monsters is after my head.”

“If you want to team up for a night of regular vigilantism, that’d be cool. Or are you leaving, now that you’re safe again?”

“No, I’m here for another unforeseen amount of time,” she sighed, civilian life distracting her.

Hood didn’t want to have her dwelling on their breakup quite yet so he decided to distract her. “Hey, how’d you learn that flippy move you did back there? It was really cool.”

Onyx cheered up a little. “Really? Thanks. My uncle taught me, actually… I’d taken gymnastics for a couple years so I had a good base and then he built off that. I have a similar build to his daughter, so he taught both of us. I think you’d get along great… He does prefer a sword, but he’s still pretty handy with a gun.”

“Oh, maybe I’ve heard of him?”

“Uh…Slade Wilson?” Onyx asked hesitantly.

Deathstroke was Onyx’s uncle?!

“Your uncle is Deathstroke?!” he blurted.

Onyx chuckled guiltily. “Heh. Not by blood, my nonna just has a ton of connections with really strange people, and she introduced us a few years ago. He kinda adopted me, so I just call him uncle. Y'know, we only see each other a couple times a year. He likes to surprise me when he visits and keeps my skills sharp, so he usually makes sneak attacks. I’ve got a good eye for attempted assassinations thanks to it!” she said cheerily, rambling in her nervousness but somehow concerning him more.

Hood was a little more scared of Onyx after he learned that information.

Yeah, Talia al Ghul had adopted him, but she was less likely to come after Marinette just because she was dating her son. Also, he knew her.

Slade was protective of his children, even if he did nothing else as their father, and he was unpredictable.

Hood shivered and headed home chilled, looking over his shoulder a couple more times than he usually did.

•○•○•○•

Jason wandered aimlessly down the aisles, collecting items he remembered he needed and tossing them in his basket. Bread, yeast for when he was feeling less sad and went back to making his own, milk, oats, soap, bandages and ointment, coffee, chicken, ice cream.

He headed to the only checkout lane open and put his purchases on the conveyor belt. The bored and tired-looking young adult started soullessly scanning them while Jason rolled his eyes at a gossip rag loudly proclaiming Wayne family "news” on its cover.

He reached for his wallet and spun back to face the shadows. Slim, black hair, shadowy…Marinette?

He looked closer and grimaced at Cass.

“What are you doing here?” he signed, annoyance clear in his body language.

“Saw you going by and you looked sad, so I followed you. No one else knows,” she replied.

He frowned harder. “I’m fine. Just tired. And I told B not to contact me. I’ll talk to whomever of you I want when I want to, and I don’t want to talk to any of you right now,” he signed emphatically. “Thanks for checking on me, but I don’t need it.”

He turned back to the slightly bewildered-looking cashier, who had only seen him making gestures at the shadows, and rolled his eyes harder. Stupid Bats, always making him look foolish.

He grimace-smiled politely and handed over the cash, grabbing his bags and leaving immediately, feeling even more foolish for thinking Cass had been Marinette.

Marinette wouldn’t be near him willingly for a while. Clearly he needed to do something about that.

He’d been feeling more foolish in the past couple days than in the past couple years combined.

Marinette had told him she was a temp hero, Multimouse, and stayed in contact with her friends, who had been temporary and official heroes. She clearly still cared about them and knew they were heroes, yet didn’t act any differently. He could’ve told her his secrets, she would’ve understood and kept them, but he didn’t want to hurt her with them.

Well, if she was still friends with official heroes, she’d obviously weighed the risks and decided it didn’t matter. He should have let her choose in their relationship, too.

Marinette had good judgement (the only strike he had against that evidence was her agreeing to date him in the first place, but then again he’d always been a good actor out of necessity) and he trusted it, although he hadn’t really shown that.

Tired of waffling between should he talk to her/should he leave her in peace and never show his face in front of her again, he finally decided.

PART TWO

#cardigan au #ali writes #fic #dcxmlb #maribat #jasonette

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Me again! Loved the last nebula and gamora story and I’m here for another lol

How about this prompt: “Be still. It’s going to sting, so be ready.”

Thanks for all your amazing content!!

A/N: Thank you so, so much for this amazing request! I'm super glad to hear that you enjoyed the last Nebula and Gamora fic!

I'm sorry this took so long for me to write! I've been terribly busy and unmotivated lately, but I did my best to conjure enough gumption to throw this one out there for you 😂💖 I will always love these two, and they are very special to me 💗

I hope you enjoy this one! Thank you for your amazing suggestion 🥰

Word Count: 2.2k+

TW: References to torture

“Why is it that every single time you come here you have to charge in and threaten one of the others?”

“It makes things a little more interesting,” Nebula declared resolutely, a certain note of smugness in her tone as she stood rigidly nearby and waited for Gamora to get out the supplies.

Gamora did not grace that with a response, simply sighing in reply as she continued gathering supplies to tend to Nebula’s injuries.

In her typical fashion, Nebula dropped in unexpectedly on the Guardian’s ship. After they had gotten over Nebula threatening Rocket within an inch of his life, Gamora had been able to slow down and actually realize that Nebula had come to her with injuries.

She had said that her primary reasoning for returning was to reclaim her spare parts for mods and upgrades, but Gamora had seen the way that she was favoring one side and seemed somehow even less comfortable than she usually was. Unfortunately, unlike her bones, flesh wounds were not so easily snapped back into place and brought back to functionality as her bones were.

She had not told Gamora that she wanted her to tend to the wounds, but Gamora was able to infer it easily enough simply from the fact that Nebula came with the scratches, scrapes, and thin gashes unbandaged.

Nebula was not one to leave such things uncovered for all to see, despite how tough and uncaring about anything that she liked to try to present herself. The mere fact that they were exposed screamed to Gamora that she wanted an excuse to come to Gamora and that she wanted Gamora to take care of them.

“Where’s the candy?” Nebula suddenly questioned, her voice as unbothered as she could manage, and Gamora easily understood that Nebula was secretly wanting more after the bit that she had before.

“You mean after you ate it all on one of your last visits? Groot was so upset that he started hiding it,” Gamora answered her, barely flashing a glance in her direction.

Nebula huffed simply, not a single bit of humor in her face despite the fact that Gamora could sense her amusement.

“Guess some have to learn the hard way about hiding things that are important to you,” Nebula stated, and Gamora felt the prickling of guilt barbing at her from her younger sister’s words.

“And some will never have to learn that lesson if it’s in my power to stop it,” Gamora retorted. Nebula did not say anything, but Gamora could feel the words brewing within Nebula as she held back the statement that Gamora could almost hear right now.

Gamora came over to Nebula, placing the supplies on the counter not too far from her as she looked at the other woman. Nebula remained still, stiffening slightly as she looked at Gamora carefully.

Gamora pointed to the stool next to them, her eyes locked calmly on Nebula’s own dark ones.

“Sit,” Gamora commanded, and Nebula hesitated stubbornly before finally complying.

Gamora resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the subtle attempt at defiance. Nebula was always trying to somehow convey that Gamora was not and would never be the boss of her.

Gamora doused a cotton ball in alcohol as she glanced at Nebula’s injuries, mentally evaluating how bad that she perceived them to be. They did not seem too terribly deep fortunately, and she found a bit of relief flooding her system despite the slight tenseness within her at the unfamiliarity of the situation.

Gamora stepped closer to her, holding out her hand as she met eyes with the younger of the two.

“Be still. It’s going to sting, so be ready,” Gamora warned.

“You know as well as I that I’m no stranger to pain,” Nebula simply replied, her voice quiet. Gamora offered a soft sigh through her nose, turning her attentions back to the task at hand as she allowed the cotton ball soaked in alcohol to touch a wound on the area joining her neck and shoulder.

Nebula remained completely still, and if it had not have been for the slightest sharpness in her exhale, Gamora would have thought that the injury was on an area where Nebula’s pain receptors had been neutralized.

With the confirmation that it was indeed not on a numb spot, Gamora worked quickly and as gently as she could. Of course, she was also working fast largely because she was not entirely at ease with the current situation. She did her best to control her every movement and make sure that she was not crossing some sort of an unspoken line, and she tried diligently to remain as calm as possible despite the fact that uncertainty was rushing through her.

“Your heartrate is accelerated,” Nebula acknowledged in a low mutter.

Gamora took in a soft breath, attempting to keep her heartrate at a normal pace. She did not want Nebula to know how uncertain she was about all of this mostly because she was worried that Nebula would never let her tend to her wounds again if the younger woman sensed her trepidation.

“I am trying to focus,” Gamora told her quietly, her eyes shifting momentarily to meet Nebula’s. Nebula did not say anything, looking straight ahead as she clenched her jaw.

Gamora straightened after she finished the exposed injuries on Nebula’s shoulder and neck where her shirt exposed her skin.

“Anywhere else?” Gamora asked.

Nebula was silent, and Gamora instantly knew that there was another spot. Gamora had suspected that there had been another because of the way that Nebula had been leaned to one side just barely when she came in.

However, with that being said, Gamora did not say anything, allowing Nebula to move at her own pace.

Slowly, her sister lifted her shirt to expose the deeper gash on her side that had been shoddily stitched in a hurry.

Gamora inhaled somewhat sharply, and Nebula’s eyes glinted as they shifted in Gamora’s direction. Gamora clenched her jaw and remained quiet as she stepped just a bit closer, starting to reach out for Nebula’s shirt. She moved slowly, not saying anything as she glanced at Nebula in a silent request. Nebula did not say anything, simply staring at the hand that was getting closer to her.

Gamora took a chance, and she gently examined the stitches as she studied it. It was not quite as terribly stitched as she had originally thought, but it still needed a few more to pull the wound more closely together and it definitely needed a bandage.

So Gamora proceeded to fully tend to the place on her side. And only after she had finished, did she actually say something to Nebula and address her negligence.

“Why didn’t you take care of this?” Gamora asked, her eyes sharply watching Nebula as she awaited her response. Nebula barely glanced in her direction, examining Gamora’s handiwork.

“I stitched it,” Nebula smoothly answered.

“Not well,” Gamora challenged, and Nebula’s lip curled up just a little as she looked at Gamora for just a moment longer than she had before.

“I didn’t have time. I fought some of Father’s army earlier and this was the first place I stopped,” Nebula stated, her voice as detached as ever as she pulled her shirt back down and over the now-bandaged area. She stood up, straightening, and Gamora shook her head.

“Why didn’t you take care of it before? You were on your ship, and getting your spare parts back was not that urgent,” Gamora persisted, and Nebula just scoffed.

Gamora could sense the irritated defensiveness in her younger sister, but she had already sunk herself into this one, so she was not about to back down. She understood Nebula wanting Gamora herself to tend to the wounds, but she did not understand Nebula’s negligence to a wound that could have been infected if not properly tended to. It was insane to be this reckless, and Nebula had been taught better.

“The parts are urgent. I told you a long time ago to bring me back my things that the fox stole— which no one ever brought back— so I am overdue for repairs thanks to you,” Nebula barbed, straightening to her full height as she looked down slightly at Gamora.

Looking up at her, Gamora resisted the urge to take the bait. Nebula could be terribly frustrating at times, but she did her best to keep patience. Gamora gritted her teeth and replied.

“Please, that’s no excuse. You wanted to come. And you would do so at the expense of yourself even though it was a stupid move,” Gamora informed her plainly. Gamora instantly saw Nebula’s eyes flash with anger. Gamora steeled herself, readying for a confrontation of some sort.

However, to her shock, Nebula suddenly clenched her jaw and looked the other way. Gamora just watched her carefully, not entirely sure whether she should let her guard down or not. Nebula was known to be explosive at best, so Gamora always remained ready when they were in these sorts of tense moments.

“I came,” Nebula stated simply, not elaborating, but the emotion behind the two simple words themselves told Gamora everything she needed to know.

Gamora swallowed, mustering her strength as she hesitantly reached out to place her hand softly on Nebula’s shoulder. Nebula instantly flinched, turning her head to look at the hand resting against her.

To Gamora’s surprise, she did not move away.

Gamora took in a soft breath.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” Gamora stated, her eyes searching for Nebula’s and hoping to meet them, and the unspoken words between them were practically screamed.

I’m glad you decided to come to me.

Nebula did not say a word, but Gamora felt her loosen a bit underneath her hand. Gamora softly squeezed Nebula’s shoulder, her thumb gently rubbing circles as she stood next to her younger sister. Nebula still was not looking at her, and Gamora felt a sudden protectiveness wash over her as she looked at her younger sister standing there in front of her.

Despite the fact that she was taller than Gamora, she somehow seemed small in that moment. She was the little sister despite her actual size and skill, and there was a childlike quality to her as she stood before Gamora and allowed the affection that Gamora was offering.

Gamora swallowed, feeling the urge to hug her but holding back for the moment as she gazed at her.

“Just… promise you will be more careful from now on. I care about what happens to you,” Gamora carefully phrased her words.

She wanted to tell Nebula she was worried about her without actually using those words. In this sort of moment, it was hard to tell how Nebula would react to things, and she did not want to use words that could indicate that she thought Nebula could not handle herself. That would simply set her off, and Gamora wanted to keep from angering her since she was being so uncharacteristically controlled about all of this.

Nebula finally looked at her, those inky black eyes staring into Gamora’s own. Gamora held her gaze patiently, remaining quiet as she stared into it. She could not help but think of the first time she had looked into those eyes.

It was a time long ago. Thanos had decided that since Nebula could never see Gamora’s moves coming, she needed improved eyesight, which was how she earned the blackened gaze she had now. It was nightmarish when it happened, but it had slowly become a part of Nebula, and yet another part that Gamora did her best not to consider too deeply for the sake of her own sanity.

Nebula blinked, exhaling as some muscle in her jaw tightened with the clenching of her teeth. She raised her head just a little, looking down at Gamora as she straightened just a little.

“I make no promises. But… I will do my best,” Nebula told her, the words barely a breath as she answered the older sister. Gamora looked at her for a moment longer before nodding. She hesitantly brought her other hand up to touch Nebula’s other shoulder, and Nebula remained stock still.

Gamora offered her one brief glance before moving in carefully and hugging her, bringing her down just a little to more closely match her level. Nebula was stiff, but she was not as terribly stiff as she had been when Gamora had first hugged her a while back. Nebula scarcely breathed, and Gamora felt a relief overcoming her as Nebula’s hands tentatively made their way to her back to touch her softly. There was less hesitation this time and Nebula seemed to be slightly more prepared to handle it now.

Gamora let her head rest against Nebula’s shoulder, standing there and aiming on holding her for as long as Nebula would let her. She was careful not to hug her too tightly because she did not want to hurt the injury on Nebula’s side.

However, if it was hurting Nebula, she did not seem to show any signs of it. In fact, she just leaned slightly harder into Gamora.

She would always be her sister, and Gamora would always be there to patch her up.

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