#we basically had no power all day even when i got back home... so i couldnt look up refs of how skirts work. oops 🤦‍♂️

[sunshades]

and by letting her wear purple the truth would've been plain for all to see...

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Wrong move | The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Summary: He thought you were in love with him....maybe he needs to show you how much you need him.

Warnings: SFW - Possessive!Salesman - Obsessive!Salesman - Controling!Salesman - Red flag basically - Unhealthy relationship - Power imbalance - DARK!Salesman - grammar mistakes -

Note: Not part of "Home Bliss", this is a different universe.

"No"

These were the words that have been in the Salesman's mind for a week now. His aparment, a place he used to love coming to since you were here waiting for him now felt like a empy box. Walls too grey to look at, too dull. The food did not have teaste and his bed felt too big.

When did things go wrong ? He did everything right.

Saw you one day at the local park, got enamoured by you. Followed you around, got to know your schendelure so he could see you from afar. Was able to hack your phone to know every last detail. Your social media were poorly secured. He got to know you like he knew his own skin, when he finally did approach you, you were already his.

And after two years, two years of beautiful moments together, perfectly crafted by him, each one calculated and made so you would fall more and more for him. He got you to move in with him, he was accepted by your friends, your family loved him, and saw him like part of it.

He was sure, centrain that this was the right moment. The perfect one. This was your favorite season, favorite month, perfect hour of the day and a well secured place so you would not feel pressure over it.

Some part of him wanted you to come to him willing.

But your words were marked liked fire. The exchange and after events lived rent free inside his head.

How he had managed to keep his facade he has no idea. The aparment (after you refused to get back) was the one that suffered his rage. All the expensive forniture was destroyed by him, some walls had blood by how much he had punched them.

He was a mess, a disaster. How could yo do it  ? After everything? Weren't you two the perfect match ?

A ding from his phone, the ding he had set just for you sounded.

"Sorry, I think its better if we stop seeing each other. I will pass to get my things soon"

The phone went flying. Were you breaking up with him by text ? When he had read all the exchange with your friends  ? Like how scared you were and how fast it felt. Why were you doing this?

And your doubts ? He never saw them, you seemed content by his side. And loved him like that.

But your personal diary on your phone said different. You felt trapped, like he knew too much, like he was not being honest.

Maybe he should have been more...severe? Showing you just how bad he could be, maybe he let your leash go too large and now he was paying the consequences.

But would he give up ? No. After all you were just confused, and scared, you just needed a reminder of how much you needed him. How he could be the only one for you.

He took the phone back, the screen broke but other functions working. He ignored your message and instead went to his contacts. He had many friends, friends that could ruin you completly.

"I need a favor"

Leaving him was the start of your nightmare.

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At first the relationship was fine. How does peopel put it ? Honeymoon? Well you two had it for very long.

He was the man any woman could ask for, gentle, caring, doting, never forgot a special date. And would get your favorite things.

But something was off. His eyes, the same dark eyes that sparked when he saw you, these eyes would change to sharp and cold around others. You felt like he was always on you, even when being away for work, he would just know when to send you a message or call you.

Would meet you randomly on the streets, knew when you wanted to do something even when you never mentioned it.

Something was wrong. Your gut told you to run from him but you did not know how. After all on the eyes of everyone he was perfect.

Then he asked to marry you, and you saw your chance. You could say you got scared and that things just did not work out after it.

But it did not go that way.

Once you had got your things from his aparment your Boss called, he had said how sorry he was but the company was cutting off some employees and you were one of them.

Your work, your dream work. The one you had passed years preparing yourself, tears and blood for it. The one that made your parents proud.

Ripped out from you with one call.

Then it came your social circle. Slowly your Friends stopped meeting with you, some removed you from their social media, and some blocked your number. You never got to know what was wrong, or what you did.

And later your parents, it was a shame losing your job, it was worse not being able to get another one.

"Sorry we are looking for something different"

"Your solicitude was read but right now we need another thing"

"We will call you"

Rent became impossible, and so you had to move back with them. Your mother was not happy, telling you how much of a failure you were, how your brother was making money overseas and how your sister had made a family.

Your father did not even look at you. Like he felt guilty, not even the company he used to work for would take you in.

Your days became a circle of sending out curriculums and doing your best to keep your parents happy even when you knew they did not want you there.

And some days you would go to the park and cry. Not caring if others saw you, your life was ruined, you had nothing. Maybe....maybe if you had said yes....

Checking your phone you saw the contacts, mom, dad, brother, sister and him. You were sure you had removed his number but it kept coming back. Maybe you were getting sick because of the stress.  Your finger went over the call buttom till you finally hitted it.

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He never wanted to see you like this, so broken, so out of life. Maybe he had insolated you too much. Let some lies to your Friends and mother that grew and now they hated you. Your father was a rough one, he had used some...other methods for him. But did coperate at the end.

"You dont seem so good" Were his first words and you looked down at your lap.

"Im sorry for have called you.., after everything"

"Dont say anything. I was glad I got your call. I wanted to know how you were doing" He lied, he knew you were miserable.

Only him could fix it.

"I have...well things have been bad" You addmited "I dont want to burden you with it, maybe this was a mistake"

You went to get up and leave but a firm grip on your hand stopped you. His eyes, cold and sharp like he was seeing his prey.

You, you were his prey.

"Sit" It was an order not a request "Lets talk for a bit more, maybe I can help you, for the old times"

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"Are you sure? (Y/N) you can still go back and say no" Your fathers voice cut off.

You were wearing a beautiful weeding dress, outside from a ceremenoy to take place.

"Dad...you have been saying that since I told mom and you that I was getting married. This is good, we actually made up and I even got my work back, with double pay. Was not what you wanted for me?"

Your father did not respond. He still remembers that night. The night your "perfect" boyfriend appear. When he told him how your life would be so bad you would be wishing you were gone.

"And if thats not enoguh, maybe leaving her limp like you will do the trick"

He had tried for many months to hide his injury, the injury that man had caused him and promised to do the same to you.

"Dad? Its your leg hurting? You are crying"

"No dear, im fine. A little emotional to see you go"

When the doors opened and he walked you in and saw the monster you were going to marry he felt like dying there. When he gave you to him he could see it, he was liking his pain.

"I will take good care of her" Were his only words, and by the time his eyes were on you it had changed.

Love? Obsession ? A twisted sense of care ? No one could tell, no one dared to ask.

Him ? He was just happy you finally accepted what was best for you.

Him, he was the best for you.

"Till death do us apart"

Not even death would be able to separate you from him.

[xmoriartea]

SVSSS!Sibling Transmigration 2: Electric Boogaloo

a continuation of this nonsense that ya'll seemed to enjoy

While Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe hold hands and jump into the abyss, Airplane is left holding no pizza with the sect on fire (and him-damnit. He could really use a pizza right now)

Shang Qinghua helped organize the Immortal Alliance Conference fiasco, but with his brother's guidance and Mobei Jun's shocking willingness to listen to both of them, Cang Qiong suffers only two losses that day: LBH and SY (none of the other major sects are so lucky, shifting even more power into Cang Qiong (and thus SQH/MBJ)'s sway as they planned)

Shen Jiu (named Qingqiu now ofc, but still Jiu-ge to SY) does not handle his part in this well at all. Did he shove LBH into the abyss? He would say no. He just maneuvered an awakening and unstable Heavenly Demon away from his brother. (Bro did NOT account for said brother to throw himself at LBH and basically take both their asses into the abyss. Not even Airplane saw that one coming tbqfh)

So yeahhh. SJ is not handling this well. While his brother is missing SJ qi deviates no less than two times which has Qing Ding and every peak lord walking on eggshells. No one mentions either of his missing disciples unless absolutely necessary around him. Unfortunately, he spends entirely too much time researching the abyss, tearing through every tome on the peaks

When the lords try to discuss a way to help SJ's instability, the mention of dual cultivation is floated once and while YQY is hand on the trigger to volunteer as tribute, the vehement refusal from SJ has YQY declaring it off limits without hesitation (there are some murmurs about this, but YQY takes pride in protecting SJ and shuts everyone down)

Airplane and SY know each other well enough that he knows SY would be devastated if something happened to SJ (he knows SY had siblings, that he misses them, that his heart aches twice for the family here and home and he won't let him come back to an empty bamboo house. Airplane knows the pain of an empty home and he will find something in his brain to fix it)

This leads to one tense conversation with SJ like "Look I know you fucking hate me but for SY's sake please just listen one time: your brother is coming home. I don't know how exactly, but we both know he's too stubborn not to" (this does not endear him to his villain son, but he would swear SJ glares a little less at him after)

There is then a Sun-Moon Dew Mushroom tier research saga but it's Airplane alone digging through tomes and notes and getting a little xianxia stoned to try and remember the obscure world building he created. (You know what he remembers? That's he created TOO MUCH world building shit while three energy drinks deep at 2am for any one man to remember!! Cucumber-bro get back here!!)

Meanwhile MBJ is playing a differently game entirely while every cultivator is stressed out of their minds. He's got a spy who is assisting him with power grabs that his father would never have imagined. He's courting a pathetic little mouse of a man. LBH is not a name that means anything yet. MBJ is THRIVING. Everyone else is in a drama and he's in a dating sim

And with two Shangs? The first time he does something too aggressive-demonic in his attempt to court a flailing sleep deprived Airplane, SQH is there to be like 'wtf do you think you're doing you beast?' Does SQH nearly get his ass beat for this insult to his king? Maybe a little bit. But!! Airplane gets woo'd! Without bloodshed!! (his own anyway. SQH picks his battles and cannot pry MBJ's desire to hunt big, rare game to prove his worth as a partner to Airplane which ofc leads to moments of the Shang brothers just standing over the corpse of some ancient-possibly-mythical beast just... in their living room on An Ding like 'wtf do we do with this? my king pls')

Of course, the plot finds everyone eventually. And however the fuck it happens, MBJ crosses path with a power-grabbing LBH, is forced to surrender to return home alive to his consort-to-be (MBJ is waiting for the MBJ title to be 100% his before cementing the courtship), becomes second in command to this brat, and goes home to his Shangs to lick his wounds (MBJ does not expect Airplane to shake his face and demand to know if there was a human cultivator with this half-demon brat and then demand to be taken to them if so when MBJ just 'wtf' stares)

Turns out, several years in the abyss even for the protagonist and a man who knows far too fucking much about abyss nuances for a human is still not an easy time Being human in the abyss? It's a dinner bell for every big monster that SY wants to just observe like the worst tourist. LBH cannot figure out why his shixiong keeps putting himself in danger like this (shixiong!! if you know the deadly thing is hiding in this swamp what if!!! we didn't!! go in the goddamn swamp shixiong!!!) But! That abyss knowledge is hard to beat. SY is able to guide LBH through safe routes and help guide him on his demonic journey (LBH ofc asks how his shixiong knows about any of this and SY panic changes subjects like a dozen times. Even in the back of LBH's head Meng Mo is like 'kid IDFK what this brat is but it's not normal and I need you to 1. understand that and 2. do not let him get away') And you know what is great for SY (and by extension LBH)? SY isn't juggling a persona that isn't his. He's allowed to come to terms with himself and his feelings on his terms. He gets to watch his white lotus LBH fight alongside him in the abyss and save his life and oh. OH. Maybe. Maybe he can have this? (SY being SY is still like PLOT EXISTS!! HAREM!! WIVES!! And look. He figures his own shit out a little bit, he's still a blind bastard. He doesn't notice how many wife plots he and LBH have stumbled into together, or how many LBH has skipped entirely. He can just be part of the harem, that's fine. He can live with that. Totally normal thoughts) LBH meanwhile can't even spell harem cause he only has eyes for this weird wonderful shixiong of his Given that the plot is a mess (happening, sure, but a MESS) they stumble into a new wife plot in the abyss (How was SY supposed to know full humans triggered nonsense plots down here?? It's not like LBH's human wives were ever down here with him!!) and so SY might be dying a second time. (Whoops! Whoops! Whoops! (Hey System? STFU if you have nothing useful to offer thank you!!!) But you know what could help this mortal cultivator trapped in the abyss? Demon qi. You know who has a lot of demon qi he doesn't know what to do with?? Best boy Binghe, that's who (they're both young and awkward and SY is dying and Binghe can't lose him. He can't be left alone again. It's declaration and promise and hope and when he kisses his shixiong he wills the transfer of qi between their lips and he can feel the way SY grows stronger in his arms with it) Let's just say that even when they clear the realm of the abyss that threatened SY, LBH still persistently insists that his shixiong share his qi mwah! (SY does not put up half as much complaint as he once might have over his sticky shidi) Also you know SY is going to find some horrific abyssal monstrosity and decide it's just the best and cutest most perfect and loyal pet (it's an honest to god nightmare and everyone they encounter is afraid of it and Binghe shoots it glares whenever it steals his shixiong's affections HOW DARE??) With SY's omnipotent abyss GPS sense and LBH sharing his excess of demon qi with SY, they're able to find Xin Mo, break the seal on LBH's powers, and then continue on his training montage (definitely too unstable to go back to the mortal realm early), also he has a fantastic anchor in SY at his side to soothe the Xin Mo urges and (don't ask shidi, pls he's begging) also teach him how to tame the sword

Cut back to several years of time passing, Airplane squishing his king's face, demanding to know about a human cultivator with this heavenly demon only for MBJ to (still face squished) say he wouldn't call the man at LBH's side human per se but if this is what his Airplane wants, he will take him with him to the meeting LBH has arranged for the following day (now please, let him pout and huff and receive head scritches)

Hey you know how people always get taken aback by Xie Lian being just absolutely filled with ghost qi??? SY is a cultivator, not a god, just a lad trying his best to follow that immortal master path, and he just spent SEVERAL years in the abyss and getting regularly dosed by HEAVENLY demon qi — this boy ain't right anymore, guys. He's definitely feeling some kind of demon-tier different™ after all of this and man is THRIVING because Now That's What SY Calls Lore

Please imagine heavenly demon LBH with a demon-touched SY holding demon court with their weird demon allies when MBJ shows up flanked by two totally human Shangs and the just.... the awkward staring these four members of Cang Qiong do at each other (LBH, oblivious to the spy on the mountain plots, just 'why tf is Shang-shixiong and Shang-shifu here??) (SQH looking at LBH and SY and just taking furious mental notes about these Developments and how this may affect his brother's safety) (SY and Airplane just seconds away from slapping the shit out of each other like cats in a bag just 'where the fuck have you been???' 'what have you done???')

Court gets to proceed as planned, but Consorts Shen and Shang make hasty exits together to figure out just what the fuck has been happening to Airplane's plot (There is minimal sibling-tier beat downs in the process and neither is free from sin)

Airplane explains that SJ is a mess and that they need to do something if SY wants to continue having a brother ('bro, he will go off the deep end soon if he doesn't find you but if he finds you like this BRO WILL GO OFF THE DEEP END!! DO YOU SEE THE PROBLEM??')

Their scheming gets them on the idea the Sun-Moon Dew Mushroom and between both their whipped demons, it's very easy to acquire it, cultivate it, and prepare it for SJ (ofc monster loving son SY shares some with a cute snake he sees, obviously)

SY sneaks onto Qiong Ding with their near ready science project and meets with YQY who is... not thrilled with the demonic influence all over his shidi's brother. But he listens, because end of the day they both care for SJ. SY can't risk SJ having another deviation if he sees him, so he entrusts YQY to present this fix to SJ: a way to repair his broken core and shed the scars of his past (ofc they both know he will be suspicious, but after doing his own research, he would take it in a heartbeat)

When SJ has a shiny new and powerful body, that's when LBH and SY return to the sect. No demon army, no attacks, no Huan Hua bs. Just two lost disciples making their return from the abyss. (There is much distrust. SQH plays his role as well as ever, siding with the other lords that certain tests must be passed to ensure they are not demons--- oh wait one of you IS a demon. and the other has been influenced by that one. Mhhh. Mhmmm. This is fiiiiiine)

SJ doesn't deviate! But he is! Mad! There is much yelling and shouting and disciples are made to run around Qiong Ding peak while every other lord just has to sit through the most chaotic family reunion.

But things can go back to normal from here right? Just casual transmigration, not plot threats? (System? System you're laughing. They're having a nice moment and you're laughing)

[fashion-runways]

hi!! new pinned post, because the last one had gotten long again-- if you want to read previous posts, here's the first one, here's the second one. the tl;dr from those is that my dad got wrongfully imprisoned abruptly, our place was raided, the cops broke a bunch of shit and took a bunch of our things and still haven't returned them, they left all the broken things for us to spend money in repairing, we had to spend money on a lawyer, trips to visit him, new clothes, medicine and food for him in jail, etc. it was a mess, way more details in both posts. he's back home now, with an ankle monitor because technically his case isn't being investigated yet, they haven't done anything about it at all, the case hasn't moved one ounce lmao it's great, always trust the judicial system and cops!! ugh, anyway!

we found a therapist for my dad who can help her deal with all the stuff he had to deal with while in prison, all the bullying, the depression, the starving, the separation, etc. he needs to get a bunch of other medical appointments, has to get surgery, among other things, but for now things are much better on that front. that being said, he did lose his job and my old redbubble account got suspended without a warning months ago, plus argentina's economy is... really bad right now. food prices rise every day, public transportation prices went up like a 200% in a couple of weeks, salaries are low and stuck there, subsidies are gone, the local peso keeps falling, we have an absolute psychopath as a president who spends more time insulting or threatening anyone who oppose him than caring about people. it's a disaster. for updates on argentina in english, this person on twitter makes very good informative threads if you're interested.

anyway, i used to make around 30/40 dollars a month in redbubble, and that used to help adding up to the donations i got here, and it got suspended, so now i make like 1/2 dollars on teepublic monthly. so... it's a huge loss. there's a lot of things me and my mom are in charge of paying-- groceries, power and water and gas, medicine (she's diabetic, i have some sort of chronic sinusitis), our dog and cat's food and medicines, wifi, phone bills, public transportation, healthcare, my dad's new therapist... so, you know, i really need anything people can donate. even if it's just a single dollar, literally any amount helps. i love fashion so much and i love this blog, i work really hard on it even when my brain says no, and i really appreciate how much you guys love it too. i love seeing people discover new styles, new designers, new things to be inspired by. so, yeah... i'm never going anywhere, but i do need help to basically stay afloat.

as usual, my kofi link is this one: https://ko-fi.com/fashionrunways and my teepublic link is this one: https://www.teepublic.com/user/dinah-lance. thanks for being around and sharing and reblogging my posts, thanks for asking questions about fashion, and of course thanks for helping to the ones who can, and thanks to the ones who can't too, i know how that feels like, don't worry about it. love you 💖

[itsrlymine]

hi lol i just wanted to share my success stories to motivate others 🩷

so for starters two years ago i was in college and absolutely MISERABLE. I was in my all time low episode. You can imagine-

Then during christmas break I snapped. I was like, enough is enough. I took a gap year, found a job I wanted to do. Problem was that for this job they are generally looking for confident extroverted people. I was neither of those things.

But all through that time I was like “This is a new chapter. It doesn’t matter how I was before. Nobody knows it here.” I got hired.

This once success changed my whole mindset. I truly started believing that I have the power to change my life for the first time. That not everything is written ahead and I can’t change it.

Next examples:

I really wanted to go to this big ass concert in my country in summer. I know people who sometimes can get me tickets for free but they said they don’t know this organizator so it’s not possible. Did that stop me? Hell no-

In the next month before the concert anytime I thought about it, I considered it done. I was telling people I’m going already. A week before I got a message I got two VIP tickets ready.

Then my job contract ended in october. The managment told us they’d take us back for summer. But that’d be around may the soonest. Again, I was already telling people I’m going back as soon as I ended there. In my mind there was literally no other way my life could even go.

A week into november I got a call I’m starting in january, which was literally a dream for me. I had money aside and I also had a ton of plans in winter with my friends so I had the time to do them all. For the next two months I was partying and going to concers.

Now back in job I learned we are going for layover trips. Basically they send you somewhere for a week or so. Nice sunny country with a pretty paid for hotel. But once again- the older colleagues were insistent that as someone new I won’t get there at all, that I have no chance.

Oh boy- in one month I was in 3 destinations. Tanning, swimming, shopping. One of those (the longest one) I actually got to spend with probably my favorite homegirl at work.

At this point I didn’t even try to manifest it, I was just like “yeah, bet!” to all the people who told me I’ll be sitting at home on my ass.

The last example is just me having plans that I refuse to cancel (another concert actually 🤭) and another of those working abroad things. First of all, this trip is for 2 weeks with ROYAL payment, so ofc I did not want to give it up. But it looked like it’s gonna be at the time of the concert.

Before our new schedule came out, I was just thinking how that’s just NOT happening. Like ain’t no way. I’ll be going to that destination and absolutely will be home at the time of the concert. It will somehow work out.

It did.

“It will somehow work out.”

This sentence basically sums up my whole mindset. I don’t overthink it. “How is it gonna work?” I just let the universe figure it out for me. I just know it will be in my favor.

I tried manifesting before when I was at school. But my problem was that I always worried HOW it’s gonna work out. I was overthinking, trying to desperately do the mental gymnastics of how those unreal things will happen.

The moment I stopped this, simply shrugged and went about my day, those things started to happen.

Hope this motivates yall and helps you stop obsessing if you do. 🩷

"anytime I thought about it, I considered it done." ARE YALL LISTENING OR???? THAT'S HOW YOU GET ANY AND EVERYTHING OMG . I love this so much for you babes. You never have to sit down and worry about how it's gonna happen. You sit down and think about how it already worked out for you bc literally everything does. You better come back and keep updating us babes.

[dreamofbetterthings]

Finally Home Wolverine x mutant! Reader

Prompt: “I’ve spent forever thinking about what I’d say to you when I saw you again. Now that you’re here in front of me, I can’t seem to find the words.”

VIP: Logan Howlett aka Wolverine (Played by Hugh Jackman)

Universe: X-Men (Originally Fox), Marvel

Summary: Wade was a man of his word, and managed to get Logan back to his universe, right into the arms of someone he hasn't seen in ten years.

Warnings: This is a different ending from Deadpool and Wolverine. Minor spoilers for the plot. Reader is basically a modern-day avatar (The last air bender universe, not the Jake Sully blue folks lol) since all the good powers are already taken haha. Also, The Last Stand doesn't exist in this universe because I refuse to acknowledge the pain I had watching that movie.

A/N

Holy cow I took my boyfriend to see Deadpool and Wolverine, and we loved it! Originally, there were a couple of stories for these two individually that I had in my WIPS, but I just needed to get a couple of stories out while the movie was still fresh in my mind. The ending might be a little out of character for Wade and Logan, but I had no idea how to end it, so it is what it is. Once again, minor spoilers ahead for the film. I'll have another one out soon for you all.

Enjoy!

Logan was never one to be straightforward with his emotions. Nobody knew what he was thinking, or how he felt about anything. The only thing he managed to convey was anger and rage. Not now though. The party at Wade's apartment was in full swing, and everybody was having a good time knowing their existence wasn't on the verge of collapsing.

Almost everyone, anyway.

Logan sat on the couch and watched Wade interact with his friends, his newfound family, and that damn dog. He watched as they all smiled and joked with each other, passing food and drinks about. It was a domestic life that he hadn't quite learned to adapt. He almost did though, with you. Logan pulls a photo out of his jeans and a melancholy look spreads across his face as he looks at it.

"That's not fair, you can teleport!" Brushing what was left of the water balloon off your clothes, Kurt shrugs his shoulders. "You'll just have to be faster and catch me!" You quickly aim before he disappears again, leaving you without a target.

It was a sunny day, thanks to Storm, and Charles decided to give the students a break. With so much going on in the last few months, everyone was exhausted. He thought it would be a good idea to set up a pool and let everyone relax. Most of them were just kids after all, and they were pushed so much harder than they needed to be for the sake of a world that won't always accept them. They yearned for a day to be themselves, to be kids, and today, was that day.

Everybody was outside either in or by the pool. Students were chasing each other with water balloons and water guns. Others were taking turns jumping into the pool, or playing water polo, or volleyball. There was a barbeque off to the side when the kids got hungry, and of course, alcohol for the adults. The sun was out, and it gave a warm contrast to the nippy water of the pool. The X-Men team, the adults anyway, were sitting in lounge chairs or standing around, making sure the kids were being careful and not hurting themselves. Storm was even walking around and taking pictures of everyone having fun, mentioning she wanted to get them developed and put in a scrapbook. A memento of when life was easier and calm.

Then there was Logan. Off to the side drinking a beer, watching everyone have a good time. He wasn't much for the domestic life, as he didn't make a habit of getting close to people. But, these were his people, and he was thankful to find a community that accepted him as he was, even if he would never say it out loud. He watched all the kids run around, but his eyes always found their way back to you. You looked happy and relaxed, even when chasing Bobby or Colossus around with water in your hands. This was a huge contrast from how you looked during the missions you went on. It was a good look for you.

Logan was pulled from his thoughts when a sudden burst of cold hit his chest. Looking down, he noticed his once-dry black shirt was sticking to his body, water dripping from it. All the kids gasped and stopped their movements. Charles looked at his friend, a slightly amused look on his face. He looked around, trying to figure out who had just signed their death wish before his eyes once again landed on you. Standing next to the pool, you looked around, pretending like you didn't just water bend to hit him from across the yard. Logan did something that confused everyone. He simply grunted, wiping off his shirt before taking another drink of his beer. Everyone relaxed and continued to have fun, although slightly surprised at the lack of reaction from the stoic man.

You had stopped the antics and started talking with Scott, asking him how things had been with him and Jean. The last mission put a bit of a strain on their relationship. Your back was to Logan, so you didn't see when he put down his beer and started to creep up towards you. Scott noticed when he finally made his way behind you but decided not to say anything. After finishing his sentence, Scott quickly excused himself and stepped away. That was when Logan decided to grab you from behind.

You screamed from suddenly getting picked up and tried to reason with the man as he walked towards the pool. "Logan, come on, let's talk about this for a second. You don't have to do this. I'm sorry, please just put me down!" Unfortunately, your pleas fell on deaf ears, and the others sat there laughing as Logan hurled you into the pool. The kids all yelled in excitement. They'd been trying to get you in the water for hours. Had they known it was that easy, they would've splashed Logan themselves earlier. When you finally came up for air, everybody was laughing, and you even heard a couple of shutter clicks from Storm's camera.

Logan just stood there with an amused smirk on his face. You fake pouted before he came over to the edge of the pool with his hand out. "You shouldn't have splashed me." With a huff, you go over to meet him at the edge. "You don't sound too sorry about it." He pulled his hand away and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, I won't help you out." "Okay, okay. I accept your apology. Would you be so kind as to help me out of the pool?" He reached his hand back out, and you happily took it, only to shock him by pulling the man with all your strength into the pool with you. This got everyone laughing. Scott laughed so hard he fell to his knees. Logan finally came up for air, his poor shirt clinging to his body for dear life, and wrapped his arms around you to keep you from getting out.

He was smiling.

He didn't smile often, and it always warmed your heart to see those pearly whites. Storm ran up and managed to get a couple of photos of the two of you before running off again. "I think that makes us even." You shake your head. "Not even close, however, I don't want the entire school to think you aren't the brooding mysterious man that you waltz around as.” Leaning close to his ear you whisper so the kids can't hear. "So, if you want, you can make it up to me tonight." Logan stays frozen in place, his eyes following you out of the pool to look for a towel.

Storm had the photos developed later that night and slipped a couple under Logan's door with a note. "Don't worry, I didn't put these in the scrapbook. I think the fourth will be your favorite." - Storm

Logan's eyes welled with tears as he held the photo. She was right, the fourth photo was his favorite one. The two of you were soaking wet in the pool with your arms around each other, smiling towards the camera. The picture got crumpled over time, always in his pocket or folded out of reach, but he kept it.

He missed you.

Dear god, he missed you.

Your body was never found when the mansion was raided. He always assumed you were taken and experimented on. He would've rather you be killed instead of kept alive and tortured for who knows how long. After looking for you for what felt like forever, he finally gave up, assuming you were dead. The crumpled-up picture was the only thing he had to remember your smile, your laugh, you.

Logan blinked the tears away when Wade approached. "Hey there peanut. You got a second?" A grunt left Logan's lips. "What do you want?" The self-proclaimed marvel Jesus took his hand and pulled him towards the door. "I got a surprise for you, I think you'll like it. Don't worry about the party, we'll be quick." As the two men walk out the door, Wade pulls a TempPad out of his pocket, and Logan starts to protest. "I'm not about to do more universe jumping with you. Once was enough." Wade nods. "I understand, but I think you might change your mind once you find out where we're going." Before Logan can say anything else, he is pulled through a portal into a hallway that looks like a carbon copy of the one he was previously in. "I swear if I have to listen to another one of you assholes I'm going to kill you both." Wade shrugs the comment off. "It's not another me." He gets serious for a moment.

"I know I lied to you about being able to fix your universe, and I'm sorry. However, I did jump around and find someone that you've been missing for ten years." Wade knocks on the door and then steps back. It opens a few seconds later.

"Logan?"

You stood there, shock and disbelief on your face. Without a second thought, both your feet move until you collapse in each other's arms. A sigh of relief leaves the broken man's mouth as the war in his mind begins to subside. "It's me bub. It's me." Tears spill down your face as you hug the man who you haven't seen in years. The two of you finally pull away, and Logan turns to Wade. "How did you do this? I thought they were dead." The merc shakes his head no. "Took a while to track them down. I almost thought they were dead, luckily I was wrong."

A portal appears behind Wade as he reaches out to hand Logan the TempPad. "I couldn't fix your past, but I at least wanted to give you a familiar future. Don't expect you to, but come visit anytime. My door is always open. We'll miss having you around." Logan took the device from Wade's hands. He starts to walk through the portal before Logan calls him. Turning around, Wade sees tears in the older man's eyes. "Thank you." He nods, before walking through the portal, and everyone in his apartment smiles and waves goodbye, before it closes.

Logan puts the device in his pocket, before looking at his lost love. He reaches his hand out and touches your face, afraid that this is some sick illusion and you'll be ripped away from him. “I’ve spent forever thinking about what I’d say to you when I saw you again. Now that you’re here in front of me, I can’t seem to find the words.” You smile and take his hand in yours. "Well, luckily for us, we have the rest of our lives for you to figure it out." You begin to walk back into your apartment, Logan's hand in yours. He thought about visiting Wade again when the time was right, but right now, he had a life with you to catch up on.

He was finally home.

[lexsssu]

Light (Sung Jinwoo)

TAGS: Jinwoo/Wife!reader, a/b/o dynamics, yandere, possessive behavior, death threats, breeding, impregnation, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

‘E-Rank Hunter’ Sung Jinwoo, a title that followed him wherever he went.

Despite being a Hunter, his power was barely above an ordinary human aside from his slightly more durable constitution and slightly increased healing factor. 

So it’s only natural that he’d always get hurt. Hell, he’d even nearly gotten killed several times already too!

It’s not that Jinwoo wanted to be a Hunter in the first place, because aside from the danger, others also made fun of him for his weakness. Even the pay was surprisingly not that great.

Unfortunately, someone in his mid-20s who lacked any viable skills that could land him a normal, stable job could only work for the Hunter’s Association as one of their Hunters thanks to their medical aid. Had it not been for that, he wouldn’t have been able to afford the millions of won in medical bills he owed to the hospital that took care of his mother. 

It’s not even just his mother that he had to provide for, but there was also his little sister and…

“Look Yeonjin, it’s Papa!”

Worn out from another hard days’ work, E-Rank Hunter Sung Jinwoo felt all the fatigue in his body seemingly melt away into nothingness as the sight and scent of his wife and child soothed his weary soul.

“Baba!” Yeonjin babbled excitedly as his father made a beeline straight towards you both.

“Welcome home, honey.” You press a kiss to the corner of his lips, smiling up at him with those beautiful eyes he always finds himself lost in.

This is why even if he didn’t want to, he would still participate in these Association supervised raids.

No sacrifice is too great when it comes to his loved ones and regardless of how incompetent he was as a Hunter, Jinwoo will do everything in his power to ensure that they are cared and provided for.

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You’ve been with Sung Jinwoo ever since you were both just awkward teenagers in high school. When his mother succumbed to Eternal Slumber and left the two siblings to fend for themselves, instead of leaving you surprised Jinwoo and moved into their cozy little home and took it upon yourself to keep the house running.

While Jinwoo did his best to provide for the family’s needs, you would ensure that Jinah and the house was taken care of, this of course also included the man himself whenever he came home from a raid. You even managed to get a remote job that helped with the bills in spite of juggling that with your online college classes as well. 

You and Jinwoo had gone through so much together over the past decade so was it any surprise you’d end up married and with a child? 

Former friends and schoolmates might have tried to dissuade you time and time again to leave him, pitying you for spending your youth making ends meet and watching over your comatose mother-in-law, Jinah, and now your own baby.

But you don’t need their ‘advice’ when it all basically boiled down to having you leave your family because you ‘deserved better.’

They are already what’s best for you.

Why can’t they see that?

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“ How are you and Sung Jinwoo? Sorry I couldn’t check up on you guys sooner. Life’s been pretty hectic on my end.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t attend your baby shower before! I had an important appointment that I couldn’t bail out on back then. Why don’t we go out for coffee to catch up?”

“...way too long since we last got together! Our whole class is gonna have a reunion this weekend. Everyone will be stoked to see you and Sung Jinwoo there— ”

Beep.

You don’t have the chance to reply to the latest call you received from another ‘old friend’ when your husband pressed the ‘end’ button in one swift movement. Though his face looked impassive, his scent clearly revealed his agitation…not to mention the shadows that seemed to curl spread from the soles of his feet.

“First they tell you that I’m not good enough for you and that you should leave me, but now they’re all tripping over themselves just to get to me through you…” His lips stretched into a snarl, power rolling off of him in waves at their blatant shamelessness.

Jinwoo’s inner alpha snorted and growled, the mere thought of these impertinent swine daring to involve themselves with his mate even if to gain some sort of favor from him made him see red. 

How dare they?! He will rip and tear into their bodies and reap their souls to become his puppets if they so much as even approach you. Did they think he was bound by the rules of ordinary mortals? Foolish! 

The hunter’s alpha grinned diabolically, cackling from within the confines of his soul at thought of giving them their just desserts.  

“My big, strong alpha…Always willing to jump into the fray to provide for and protect us…How can I even think about choosing anyone else?” You crooned and purred at him, the soft sounds and your calming scent enveloping him and taming the shadows that once agitatedly tried to claw their way out of him to carry out his will. 

Burrowing into his arms, you embrace his waist and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as best as you could considering his height had also shot up recently. A few soothing kisses and kitten licks against the skin of his neck later, Jinwoo’s darkness ceased pouring out of him.

Because now he focused on wholeheartedly pouring every last drop of cum into your quivering pussy, thrusting weakly even as his fat knot plugged you up. Your lower belly bulged with the amount of cum he’d already fucked into you, but he still didn’t think it was enough.

At the rate he was going, he’s definitely gonna knock you up again.

Not that you were complaining. It was about time for Yeonjin to finally have a sibling to love.

[assassin-artist]

*slams in here* Ellie and Oliver- what the HELL does that dynamic look like. We know Ellie doesn’t go home often after moving out- and here is a wholeass half-sib who her mum is raising and her brother likes- who is a Kid but also holds SO much of their dad in him. Who says ‘maybe dad was right’ who wants to be ‘omniboy’, who keeps wanting to be present and put people down. I remember when Nolan was taken off by the other Viltrumited Ellie’s reaction on learning that was “good”. Looking at the entire situation and her place in the GDA which Oliver hates and the distance and the divide- I’m gonna assume she doesn’t like her half-sib, what’s the back and forth there?

Not pictured: Debbie on the ground having heart palpitations because Oliver keeps begging his sister to drop him from higher and higher. Here's a cute doodle of them being good siblings, before we get into the sad part (:

Since Ellie didn't go to Thraxa with Mark (it was her way of trying to soften the blow of Mark disobeying Cecil's orders - 'it won't be so bad if one of us goes and the other one stays, right?') she was as baffled as anyone else when he returned with a baby. She thinks about cracking some stupid joke about what he got up to while he was up there and how his gf might not approve, and then Mark tells her that, actually, this is their little brother. All the humor and jokey vibes leaves in an instant. She can put two and two together, of course, and knows who else Mark must have met up there even before she's told the details.

But back to Oliver specifically - I think Ellie would hate him in the beginning. She doesn't mean to, she knows that this baby isn't to blame for her father's actions, he had nothing to do with what happened on Earth the day their dad abandoned them all... but he's just... a living reminder of her father's actions. Nolan said during the fight that he'd just start all over again because the twins were failures - and, well, it looks like he kept his word. She doesn't hate Oliver, exactly, but hates how she feels whenever she thinks of him.

She can't stand to look at Oliver, can't stand being around him. She looks at him and the only thing she can think of is Omni-man leveling Chicago and abandoning his daughter to die. By the time Oliver is brought to Earth, she's already 18, which means she's already moved out of the house, and it's easy for her to avoid the new child.

She winds up getting mad at herself for hating him so much - she knows it's not his fault. She can't blame him for all of that, for all of her baggage. But I think she won't be able to bring herself to get over it until someone else intervenes - maybe Mark, or maybe Cecil has a little talk about it if he can clearly tell she's angry about all of this (he would definitely know about her intense hatred for her father). But I think the biggest change would be if Debbie talked to her about it. She'll tell her daughter "I don't blame you or Mark for what he did, so how can you blame Oliver?" and Ellie will finally decide that she's pushed this too far and needs to see him as his own person, not just an extension of their dad.

After that, I think it actually gets much easier for them. They grow really close, in fact. Mark has this worried older brother dynamic where he's always watching over Oliver and doesn't want him to do anything that could give him a scraped knee - Ellie, however, I think she's willing to break the rules with him a little bit. Debbie tells them "no flying in the house!!" and Ellie will just smile and whisper "I won't tell if you won't..." and they float the whole time they talk about Oliver's homework for the day or something. Little things like that where Ellie is willing to let him have fun with his powers.

I see how strict Mark is with Oliver because he's scared of his little brother getting hurt, and I think, well… Eleanor would be willing to take him on a minor mission with him in order to teach him the basics of being a superhero. She doesn't want Oliver to get hurt any more than Mark does, but she just has a different way of going about it.

Mark wants to protect Oliver from the world of being a hero by telling him he shouldn't do it - he tells his brother that he should just focus on being a normal child and save the hero business for when he's older. Ellie, on the other hand, can clearly see that Oliver is willing to sneak out and lie to his own family to do something he knows he's not supposed to be doing. So instead she decides, if I can't stop him then I'll just join him - if he's going to go out and be a hero, I'll go with him to teach him the ropes and make sure he does it right. She wants him to be good at it both so he can protect himself better if he ever sneaks out on his own again, and also so that he'll protect other people better too. His first solo fight caused some maaaajor destruction, and she's gonna tell him asap that he can't let that happen again lol.

And I think all of this makes Oliver look up to Ellie as the "cool sibling". Despite rapidly aging at a pace humans don't, he is still just a kid. So he just sees that one of his siblings won't let him do the cool fun stuff but the other one will and he goes "hell yeah" whenever he gets to hang out with his sister (':

Ellie being willing to teach Oliver about fighting and taking him along on one of her jobs is going to cause a HUGE fight with her, Mark, and Debbi, I fear. She's already moved out of the house, but I think she'd fly Oliver home to make sure he got back alright, and Mark will meet her on the way, already angry. He must have seen their fight on the news or something. First he's angry because "You're putting Oliver's life in danger by taking him out to fight! He's too young for this!" and secondly, which Mark might be even more angry about, is that Ellie still works for Cecil - so taking Oliver out on a job with her basically means she had Oliver working for Cecil. She tries to argue that they need to teach Oliver how to use his powers instead of just telling him to never use them, but I think Mark just disagrees with her too strongly about all of this. He doesn't want Oliver fighting at such a young age, and his anger about Ellie working with Cecil is probably still fresh at this point so he doesn't think he can trust her judgment right now.

When Oliver starts wearing the Omni-Boy suit, things get stressed between them. I imagine that during the fitting of the outfit, Mark will bring up that not only do the people on Earth not forgive their father for his actions, but neither does Eleanor. And Oliver likely gives the same reasoning as he gave before - maybe he can change her mind. He won't, though. He can't. I'm actually a little bit torn on how the reveal would go.. part of me thinks Ellie would get angry at him and tell him that he has no idea what that symbol means, the pain and grief it brings people to see it again - and another part of me thinks she'd just straight up tell him that she won't go on jobs with him anymore if he's wearing that suit. She tried hard to move past her issue with viewing Oliver as just an extension of their father, but this might just make her go back to that. Especially how defensive he gets over it, I think that could cause Ellie to get really mad. Eventually she realizes that they just have two fundamentally different views of Nolan, and she just puts her head in her hands and sighs heavily, unsure on what to do next.

In the end, after Oliver gets talked to about Ellie's anger by Mark and Debbie, I think they all just come to the conclusion that they shouldn't try to force the topic at all. Oliver has his views on their dad, Ellie has her own views, and neither of them are exactly wrong(although Ellie might argue otherwise)... So they can maintain their previous close sibling bond as long as their dad isn't brought up. It's a sensitive topic all around. Maybe she can look past the uniform after a little while, but it still angers her that Oliver won't swap it for something else.

When Ellie learns about Oliver killing the Mauler Twins, she tries to talk to him about how they need to protect people rather than hurt them, but Oliver will just give her the same argument he gave Mark - he's protecting people by making sure the bad guys can never hurt anyone again. I think she'd just look down at him with a pained, sad expression... and then she'd just leave. Mark and Debbie can handle this one, maybe. Or maybe they can't. Either way, Ellie can't be around him at the moment - not because she might hurt him, but because she's starting to see their father in him, and that scares her and fills her full of grief at the same time.

She won't let him turn out like their dad did. She won't let him do the things Nolan did. She loves Oliver - but she also loved her father before he betrayed them all. She doesn't know how to feel or what to think after all of that, and if she ever learned about Oliver saying 'what if dad was right?' (I think Mark would keep that to himself because he knows how Ellie would feel) all she can think about is the day Chicago was leveled.

[crazyinluvfix]

DON’T NEED SAVING - a klaus mikaelson oneshot

summary: when klaus brings his girlfriend to meet his family for the first time they don’t exactly welcome her with open arms. namely, rebekah. but as soon as she takes a dagger to her pride she gets ANGRY, and it makes klaus love her even more.

WARNINGS: swearing, depictions of anger / fighting, physical violence ( not domestic )

request: @ranisingsnew

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Klaus swore he would never let his power be dampened by something as frivolous as love - that he’d never be with a woman for more than a fling. He was too good for it. Too strong. Especially to fall for a human.

That was until he met Y/n.

One of his worldly escapades had led him to a place with architecture so beautiful, life so pure, and a certain spark so bold it could capture even him in its wonder.

All of this held his attention so tightly that he didn't even notice what was right in front of him until he hit it. Literally.

His typically sly, dark blue eyes seemed to flash a shade lighter for just a second when he looked up, growing wide at the sight before him. Something even more exquisite and awestriking than the scenery - something he never thought possible. Her.

She looked at him expectantly with an arched eyebrow as his brain practically short-circuited at the smell of the sweet blood beneath her veins.

“I-” he paused. “Sorry, love. Forgive me, I was in my own world,” his stare piercing, gaining back his usual strength after that brief moment of weakness, his signature smirk at home on his lips.

But his face practically dropped in surprise as her’s stayed just as it was; unmoving, unyielding, unimpressed, with arms crossed over her chest as she eyed him up and down.

Klaus felt unusually insufficient under her cold gaze, one that could rival his. He took a step forward, shaking out his shoulders to regain the intimidating presence he was so known for, folding his arms back at her.

“You’re not in a rush, are you?”

The look she gave was incredulous. “That depends, why are you asking?”

This one was feisty, he liked that, he liked a challenge.

His tongue swiped over his teeth with a slight chuckle before speaking again, the lilt in his voice that he used to woo any woman when he wanted to watch them crumble. “I’m new in town, I was hoping you could show me around,” he moved closer, “I’d love to get to know… the place.” A ring-clad hand reached forward to brush a strand of hair from her face.

But she got there before he could.

Her silence was deafening as she mulled the offer over. It wasn’t often that a woman could resist his charms for so long.

“If you’re so desperate to be in my company then fine. You can tag along but I’m not gonna be your little tour guide.”

The stark contrast between her sweet appearance and her fierce attitude was beyond alluring.

Klaus was willing to take anything he could get, feeling more like a lost puppy than he had in over 1000 years, and he was on her leash.

For days he managed to seek her out, every chance he got.

It was a means to an end, the usual end. At least, that’s what he told himself

But the less she fell victim to his charms, the more he was weirdly captured by hers.

Compulsion didn’t seem to work either - did she really make him so weak that he couldn’t perform such a basic function?

Instead, when she got defensive to his advances, it was like she put a spell on him of her own. She wasn’t a witch, but her mind games felt more powerful than any that he had met.

“What do you say we go and get a little drink, huh?” he leaned forward and looked into her eyes, waiting for her pupils to dilate so he could have her right where he wanted her.

“What are you doing?”

Klaus was abruptly taken aback, blinking rapidly as he let out a confused, breathy chuckle. “What do you mean? I’m not doing anything, love,” his eyes never left hers.

“No, that thing with your eyes,” she nodded, dead set on what she saw.

His only instinct was to try again, “You didn’t see anything.”

“There!” she caught it once more, causing him to take a step back; it was safe to say he was completely and utterly perplexed.

“You just did it again! What was that?”

Her eyes seemed to control him instead and he almost stuttered - he never stuttered.

This woman had him - the most powerful man on the planet - wrapped around her tiny little mortal finger.

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She and Klaus had been dating for a few months now. After weeks of his constant flowers, letters, paintings, and smooth talk she finally gave in. He couldn’t help but think she only accepted his efforts because she had wanted a break from trying to resist them, and this is what she thought at first too; that she’d let him win for a little while, maybe a couple of weeks, and then break it off.

But as the months passed, she too fell head over heels for him. Over this short time he had already revealed everything to her about his supernatural world, he trusted her with his life and knew that she wouldn’t say a word. Klaus hadn’t thought his attraction to her could get any stronger, but he was now the most whipped he had ever been. She was more than his usual affair or snack. She was his soulmate, he was sure of it.

But Klaus was a family man through and through, and he felt as if it was finally time for them to meet the love of his immortal life.

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“I will never let anything happen to you, you know that, right?” Klaus turned to look at his beautiful girlfriend who sat calmly in the passenger seat of his car - he seemed more nervous than she did.

I simply rolled my eyes and laughed, he was so protective it almost hurt. “I know, Nik. You’ve told me about a thousand times already.”

He just smiled. “I have. But I just wanted to warn you that they’re not always the most friendly bunch - obviously that skipped me.” He tried to end on a quip to ease my mind, something he wouldn’t have thought to do for anyone else.

His family had a very complicated history, and a lot of it revolved around him, so their feelings toward him fluctuated on the daily. It was a fact that he was the strongest; and even though he wasn’t the oldest he was by far the boss of the Mikaelson group. So if any one of them put even one bad word on my name he was more than ready to tear them apart.

I had heard all about the family drama - Klaus was undoubtedly one to gossip - but I knew I could handle anything they threw at me on my own, even if it was from an original vampire.

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“Welcome to my humble abode,” Klaus turned the key to the ornate wooden doors, swinging them open with his usual dramatics as he took my hand and led me inside.

My jaw immediately dropped. ‘Humble,’ definitely didn’t do it justice.

I had expected it to be nice, but this house was beyond lavish, stunning, massive - not the dark cave many would expect from a bunch of ancient vampires.

Klaus had obviously noticed the look of awe sweep my face because he laughed, that low chuckle he always did that set my heart on fire.

Subtleties in his eyes told me that he was glad I liked it so much. I had heard from many that they found my boyfriend incredibly hard to read, which was actually quite a shock to me because I had pried open the windows to his soul the very moment I met him.

He never freed my hand from his he led us into the main room. “Where are they?” he scanned the area and listened for footsteps upstairs since they did know we were coming.

“Kol! Elijah! Rebekah! Come down!” he shouted throughout the grand house and made me giggle. He really was the leader of the family.

A variety of shouts called back before three figures sped down to the bottom floor.

Two men and one woman. One of the men wore more casual clothes, a jacket over a button-up shirt and some jeans - much like how Klaus typically dressed - while the other wore a full suit at 4 pm on a Tuesday. They both practically scowled at the sight of me, but the blonde girl was the worst. I couldn’t tell if that was how her face fell or if she was purposefully staring daggers through me as if to telepathically wound me with her attitude - she looked like a blast…

Klaus then stepped forward, bringing me with him, a happy grin on his face, “Brothers, Rebekah, this is my wonderful Y/n.” His hand gestured towards me with a softness none of them had seen before, not that they cared.

I noticed how they all seemed to size me up. They were silent, but their mannerisms spoke louder than their words ever could’ve. The vibe that was given off immediately was that I was being judged.

Nevertheless, I chose to be polite, to be the bigger person - you’d think for people who had been alive so long they would’ve had the time to learn manners. “Nice to meet you all,” I offered a warm smile that none of them returned. Tough crowd.

Soon, the awkward introductions were over and we all went to sit in the living room. As we walked over Klaus leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “They’re always a bit cranky around this time,” smirking as he knew that they were vampires and would most definitely hear him. I could not help but let out a small laugh.

Klaus, of course, made sure I sat as close to him as physically possible when we got to the couch, his arm around my shoulder as everyone else sat on the other chairs around the room.

The conversation started light; ‘What do you do for work,’ ‘Where are you from,’ etc.

Meanwhile, the blonde who I now know to be Rebekah had not spoken a word, that was until she shouted out in the middle of my answer to one of Elijah’s questions.

“So, what do you want with him?” she referred to her brother and I could practically feel him roll his eyes behind me.

“Is it his money? Or is it that you want to become like us?” she assumed, the thought making her laugh out loud.

I felt Klaus’ hand tighten around mine and the way his chest rose when he took a deep breath in, “Rebekah.” His tone was strict, warning.

“Shh,” I ran my fingertips over his knuckles, quickly looking back to tell him it was okay before turning back to Rebekah.

“Neither, believe it or not,” my smile was sweet, but also slightly condescending. “I’m with him because we love each other, is that so hard to believe?” I made sure to keep my words friendly, even though I could not help the undertones of my annoyance at her insolence slip through.

“Hm,” she hummed shortly, practically looking down her nose at me from across the room. “It is, actually. Nik has never been one for love, right brothers?” she gestured to the two men for them to back her up, but it seemed like they knew to say nothing.

The scoff that left my lips was very much involuntary, but it seemed to add to her frustration which I admittedly took some pride in. “Hm,” I mimicked her sound, “that’s funny because he seems to love me an awful lot, at first I thought too much,” I giggled and the man in question did too, an effort to keep the tension light while subtly trying to keep her in her place. Which didn’t work.

“Interesting,” she didn’t sound like she cared in the slightest, giving up on making conversation with me and directing her next question to her brother. “It just shocks me, Nik, that you would go for her when you could have any woman in the world. I never thought you’d choose such an… average human.”

Klaus was practically seething, the more she spoke the tenser he got and the closer he approached to his tipping point.

“I mean,” she continued, clearly incredibly amused at both of our reactions, “why don’t you just dump her now and we could all just have a little snack? That’s what your plan is anyway, right? Dinner’s on you tonight.”

My hand stayed firmly on his leg to stop him from getting up, telling him softly that it was okay and that I had got this - I didn’t need saving, not from her.

“Where did you even find this chick?” Rebekah let out a shrill laugh but was quickly taken aback when she saw someone stand up in anger.

And it wasn’t Klaus.

It was an instinct to shoot up, and when Nik brought his hand to mine to get me to sit down I removed it and laughed back at her myself. “You know, you have some serious audacity, Rebekah,” I spat out her name as everyone watched on in suspense, waiting for the incoming catfight.

Her jaw dropped in disbelief, a choked sound coming leaving her throat before she returned, “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh,” I chuckled darkly, “I’m serious alright. You have no right to say anything about my relationship just because you obviously can’t get someone of your own. He’s your brother, you’re not his little lap dog. So hop off my dick little vamp girl and go find someone else’s to ride.”

The longer I sat there and listened to her kick-off, the more strength bubbled up inside of me ready to burst. Now that it was out I felt even better, especially when I saw her expression; eyes wide, mouth open, too stunned to get out more than a few intelligible stutters. Shocked that some ‘average human girl’ could fire back so strongly.

Meanwhile, as I spoke Klaus was watching over, but the smirk on his face was nothing but a proud one. He had to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing at how amazing this was - she usually carried such a sweet disposition, but the fieriness he was seeing now was definitely something he could get used to. He had always been a sucker for confrontation and riling his family up, and the fact that she could add to that made him love her even more.

“You little-” Rebekah spat furiously, slowly going to stand up herself.

I cut her off. “What? What else could you possibly have to say?” I looked at her expectantly, putting my hands on my hips, but she said nothing. “That’s what I thought. Now I see why Nik put you in a box for a hundred years. It’s been what? Fifteen minutes and you’ve already questioned my love, my loyalty, and shouted out death threats. You may be immortal, Rebekah, but you need to learn that that doesn’t make you a God.”

Every word I came back at her with only strengthened the grin on Klaus’ face - he loved his siblings in his own way, but nothing made him happier than seeing his girl stand up for herself and put them in their place. A few times he had to stop himself from getting up and intervening, but he couldn’t. He would’ve stepped in if he could tell this was taking a toll, but deep down he had always known that I was just like him, we were both just having too much fun.

Rebekah looked utterly defeated, clearly not used to having someone push back at her snarky comments so this was seemingly long overdue. So much so that I even earned a smirk and a look of newfound respect from the brother in formal wear, Elijah.

But that’s when blondie had finally had enough.

Within less than a split second, she sped over and grabbed me by the throat, pinning me to the wall at the back of the room and squeezing so my air supply was restricted, my feet dangling just above the floor.

“You dare speak to me like that, you filthy little…” she hissed, bringing her face close to mine and watching maliciously as my eyes grew wider.

But if I thought she moved fast, Klaus travelled at twice her speed in the blink of an eye, rushing to my rescue. His hands made quick work of prying her off of me and shoving her to the wall instead, reaching down to the back of his shoe where his trousers were baggy enough to conceal - and he pulled out a shiny, silver dagger.

I could do nothing but stand there stock still while the scene played out in front of me, the other brothers shooting up too but doing the same as me.

“Don’t you ever speak to her like that again,” his voice was low, yet scarily loud, but that’s not what seemed to panic Rebekah. No, she was focused on the dagger he held against her sternum, the point brushing against her top.

‘You take a dagger to her pride, I take a dagger to your heart.’ Klaus’ mind whirred with anger.

Just as she opened her mouth to plea for her brother's forgiveness or offer some half-assed apology which she would prove false the moment he let her go, he plunged the dagger into her chest. She let out a high-pitched wince as his eyes still burned into hers with pure loathing.

“Now, say you’re sorry,” he snarled darkly - so this was the Klaus I had heard about. Cruel, righteous, formidable. And the worst part; I wasn’t even scared. I may have gasped at the suddenness of his actions, but I could not help the feeling that arose within me when I saw him choose me over his own flesh and blood without so much as a second thought.

She choked on her own words, “I- I’m sorry.” Her eyes never left his.

His hand moved to twist the knife, releasing another squeak from the victim of his wrath. He spoke firmly and finally, as if this was her last warning, “To her.”

That’s when she finally turned her head to face me, “I’m sorry… Y/n.” It looked like it killed her to force out those words, but it was better than being killed again with the dagger that was hairs away from causing her to be put in a coffin for another century.

As soon as Klaus felt she had been sincere enough he ripped the blade out, his face still serious as he wiped the blood off on the fabric of his jacket. “Go,” he said plainly, not even wasting his energy on looking up from his hands. All three of them listened - I assumed that upon his revelation of the dagger (which none of them knew he had so close), they now were thinking only of themselves, fleeing the scene before they met their fates again.

They all vanished in one quick woosh leaving only me and Klaus who had shifted back into my sickeningly sweet Nik once more upon their departure.

I hadn’t even noticed that I had been clutching my chest this whole time, only taking it off when he moved his gaze to me and that wicked look in his eyes softened instantaneously into one that made me feel right at home, hurrying to me to make sure I was okay.

Without having time to even register everything that just happened I was encased in the arms of my saviour, him resting his head on top of mine while a hand moved up to gently stroke my hair. To anyone else, thinking of him acting in such a caring manner after being so ruthless would’ve been unimaginable. But to me? It was all I’d ever known.

“Shh. You’re okay, love,” he cooed before pulling back slightly and cradling my head in both his hands, bringing his soft lips to plant a tender kiss on my forehead.

I looked up at him like he was the only thing in the world; the way he had looked at me every time since the day we met.

“I’m sorry that I exposed you to that part of me, it was something I had hoped you’d never see.” Apologies didn’t come naturally to Klaus… that was, to everyone but me.

Nothing was said, I let my actions speak for themselves as a genuine smile formed on my face and I hopped up onto my tiptoes to kiss him fervently. He seemed rather shocked at the sudden change in tone, but it’s not like he was complaining. Instead, he happily reciprocated my movements, a mischievous, goofy grin left on him in the wake of my lips as I pulled back.

“Don’t apologise,” I shook my head at him in reassurance, “I thought it was sexy,” biting my lip in a teasing manner as I put his racing mind at rest - he truly was such a sweetie behind closed doors. It was honestly a shame the world would never see him the way I did - but then again, that would mean I would have to share him, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise.

His bright blue eyes lit up as I spoke, in a way as if to ask ‘Really?’

In response to his silent appeal for confirmation, I nodded.

“At least you’ve met them now so you finally know what I mean when I complain about my family,” he used a tone much lighter than before now that he wasn’t shouting or apologising.

A laugh escaped me, causing me to quickly cover my mouth, “I guess you weren’t joking, huh?”

Sighing in reply he shook his head in embarrassment, thinking he should’ve never taken me here in the first place. “Come, let’s go somewhere else, somewhere nicer.” His head cocked to the side as he held out an arm for me to cling to, signalling for us both to leave.

My hand graciously slipped forward to meet his request as we walked toward the door, looking up at him one last time. “You’re my hero, Klaus Mikaelson.”

Upon hearing the giggle I let out after my words his smile only widened. “Always and forever, my love.”

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[dearhargrove]

Please pls pls write for Eddie Diaz🥺

Sleepover

Eddie Diaz x reader

summary You're on the way to pick up your son, Liam, but it's hard to get him to go home when he's begging to sleepover at his new friends house. Turns out you don't mind as much when you met said kid and his dad.

word count 995

tags fluff, reader simping over Eddie, kind of open ending

a/n I got this idea randomly so I hope you like this <3

part two

masterlist

“Liam!” You call out when you spot your eight year old son busy playing with another kid. Usually whenever he heard you he'd come running; with every year he turns older you expect his clinging to reduce but it never does. Not like you mind, he may be eight now but he's still your baby.

But today he just glances and waves before continuing to giggle and talk with his new friend.

You're surprised as he usually never stuck with one kid, most of the time he'd even stay by himself. It worried you, even when you figured he just preferred to be by himself and did it by choice and not because he was left out.

One of the teachers at the side shrugs with a smile after seeing Liam and his new friend.

You approach them and put a hand on Liams back before bending down and kissing the top of his head. “Hey, buddy. Did you make a new friend?”

He grins and nods eagerly, “Chris! We've been playing all day. He's my best friend!” You chuckle at the eager introduction and wave at Chris, who looked almost shy if not for the cute grin.

“Well in that case, it's nice to meet you, Chris.” He politely holds out his hand, “It's nice to meet you too, ma'am.” He says quietly and slowly. You melt on the spot and gently shake his hand.

Your son stands up quick enough to knock the top of his head into your chin, leaving you to grunt in pain as he excitedly bounces in his spot. “I have to sleepover at Chris' house!”

Your eyebrows raise as the two boys continue making plans about tonight. You don't want to be the killjoy but for one you had never met the other parents nor had they met you. Otherwise you would've easily agreed; you were just happy Liam had finally made a friend.

“Alright, boys, I'm afraid this won't work out… We don't even know if Chris parents are going to agree,” you say and pointedly look at your son who's about to pout (you couldn't resist him and you would not let him make you feel bad about making a reasonable decision).

“My dad will say yes. He always says yes.” Chris says seriously and pushes his glasses up with his index. You smile as both of them look at you with equally big, pleading eyes.

“I will say yes to what?”

You almost give yourself whiplash with how fast you turn around because whose voice is that sexy? You'd never heard anyone talking that attractive.

And surely when you look at him you basically faint. Brown hair that seemed to be a grown out buzz cut, brown eyes and white teeth with a grin that makes your heart actually stop for a second.

“Sleepover!” Liam yells and then turns shy when the man looks at him with a smile that should be illegal to look that good. “A sleepover? That sounds exciting.” He gets even more attractive in your eyes when he leans over and kisses Chris’ head in greeting. So he was great with kids too? Wow.

He then fixes his gaze on you and you do everything in your power not to fluster as he rakes his eyes over you and back up to look right into yours. “Hey, I'm Eddie. Chris is my son.” He extends his hand and you shake it before remembering to introduce yourself as well.

He smiles at you through it and if it wasn't for Liam gently clinging to your hand as he and Chris watch you and Eddie talk you'd have actually lost it.

“So these two want to have a sleepover?” The boys both yell in agreement and you laugh, shushing your son a bit. Eddie looks at you with a questioning look and you shrug your shoulders. He had something trustful about him and with the way he acted with both the kids he already checked a few boxes.

But still, this was your son and you wouldn't leave him overnight with - practically - a stranger.

“My dad is a firefighter, he will protect us.” Chris mentions and you look at Eddie in surprise. He chuckles a bit bashfully but nods, “I'm with the 118.” You hum in recognition, “I work at the dispatch center.” He looks surprised now and you chuckle as he comments, “That's a coincidence.”

After that conversation flows easy and after probably fifteen minutes is Liam who pulls your sleeve with an impatient pout. You coo and pick him up with ease, letting him wrap his arms around your neck as he sleepily rests against you.

“Chris is clingy too, I feel like I shouldn't be indulging him so much, but…” Eddie starts and you see him ruffling Chris’ hair with a fond look as the boy looks at his dad with pure adoration.

“It's hard to resist. Yeah, same here.” You hum and both of you laugh a bit.

The teacher takes note of both the kids being picked up and you start walking to the parking lot after getting the backpacks. Chris is on crutches you note and slow your steps for him to comfortably keep up.

“Sleepover?” Liam asks again after - you were quite sure - a nap. Eddie tilts his head and looks at you, giving you the chance to decide.

Wow. So far he's more than just a green flag.

“How about we do a few meet ups first?” You suggest and both boys groan but ultimately agree.

Eddie nods and after letting Chris into the car he turns back to you and holds out his phone with a small smile, “Just so we can, you know, organize their play dates.”

Your heart actually stops for a second before resuming twice as fast and you take his phone to put your contact in.

“I'll see you around.” You smile and wave, Eddie grinning too as he waves and gets in the car.

[starsfic]

Early Stone Monkey Found

Summary: Pigsy comes home early.

Just like his visits to the noodle shop, Sun Wukong found himself settling into an easy rhythm with babysitting Qi Xiaotian.

Every Tuesday to Friday, he would come by in the morning in time to see Pigsy and Tang off. When the door was shut and he was sure they had left, he would take his and Xiaotian’s glamor off, and the two would chill around the apartment. He would make lunch at noon and then put the glamor back on for a quick trip to the park before Tang got home at three. Tang didn’t have classes most Mondays and weekends, so he would spend that time trying to research who had enough power to glamor a stone monkey for so long. So far, his watching had produced nothing- nobody popped by to check on Xiaotian. If they were, he wasn’t noticing anything, which was a whole other concern.

Still, babysitting Xiaotian was great. He helped teach them monkey things, such as grooming. Xiaotian loved to draw and loved to watch all of the various shows made about him. Wukong always walked away with a bunch of drawings to hang up around his cottage. He was even starting to teach Xiaotian some things about magic and self-defense- nothing that required actual power, since Xiaotian was so small, but basics and such.

He couldn’t deny the thrill that raced through his heart when Xiaotian was able to smoothly recreate one of his katas.

So, despite the concern and the lack of information, Wukong was enjoying himself.

He shouldn’t have been.

He got complacent.

Today had been a rainy day, one of the few that the Weather Station legally had to allow, and it was pouring, in a way that suggested that it was more than human technology. If Wukong poked his head out and focused, he would be able to see some dragons over the city, encouraging rain.

“Sorry, bud,” he said, turning to Xiaotian with a smile. “Looks like no park today.” That was fine. He knew plenty of rainy day activities. 

“Aww…” Xiaotian’s eyes were glazed over with disappointment, a sight that actively hurt his heart.

“How about we make something? Something easy!” Wukong offered, mind going over several recipes he had memorized. “I bet your dads are gonna be soaking wet when they get home, so it might be nice for them to have a treat!”

Xiaotian’s eyes warmed up at the idea of making something, losing that disappointed glaze for excitement. He was willing to bet that they were thinking of Pigsy, over at the noodle shop. “Can we make ice cream?”

Oh! It wasn’t warm, but Wukong knew an easy ice cream recipe. “What kind?”

“Chocolate and mango!”

“Well, let’s see if you guys have the ingredients!”

Turns out Pigsy and Tang had mangoes, condensed milk, heavy cream, but no pure vanilla extract or cocoa powder. While Xiaotian was busy changing into clothes that could get dirty, Wukong summoned a clone and sent him out with money. Five minutes later, the clone came back with soaked fur and a grumpy expression, but a bag full of the ingredients.

“Looks like we got everything, bud!” he said, throwing the bag over his shoulder as Xiaotian came scampering back in. “How about we start with the chocolate?”

The recipe was easy enough after digging out the mixer. The main issue was making sure that Xiaotian didn’t spill anything when they poured something in, but Wukong had more than a few curious little ones wanting to help him cook in the past. All that was really needed was steadying hands and a wet cloth to wipe up any little spills.

When the chocolate ice cream was set in the freezer (with a little spell to speed up its freezing), Wukong set to chopping up the mango. Thankfully, unlike other little ones, Xiaotian didn’t ask to help with that task, most likely thanks to Pigsy. They did hum happily, their tail wriggling, at the sweet smell of mango and its juice filling the kitchen.

“Do you want the core?” Wukong offered.

“Yes, please!”

As Xiaotian scraped the rest of the mango’s sweet flesh with their teeth, Wukong set to work making the ice cream. He hummed as he began to scrape the fruit chunks into the ice cream-

The door slammed open. “Hey, we’re back!”

Wukong bit back a swear as he dropped the knife. Thankfully, it barely grazed his foot. He waved a hand and felt his glamor pop back up. Footsteps were coming around the corner. Xiaotian yelped as he grabbed their head and pushed the glamor over him.

“Dadsy!” they squealed as the couple turned, their tail merrily-

Fuck.

“Gods, it’s pouring!” Tang said when he and Pigsy turned the corner, fussing with his hair. “We both had to leave, otherwise the street would have flooded!”

“I think-” Xiaotian tackled Pigsy before he could finish.

“Dadsy! Monkey King and I made a treat for you!”

“Aww, kid, you didn’t have to. I think-

Pigsy stopped. Tang’s eyes went wide.

Oh fuck.

“...why do you have a tail?” Pigsy said, his voice suddenly quiet. He turned and Wukong felt himself freeze. “Why does my child have a tail?” he said, his voice colder.

“Uh…so…” How to best explain this? “Long story, but-”

For some reason, he let his glamor fall.

Silence descended.

Tang broke it with a scream. “SUN WUKONG?!”

The apartment descended into noise. The scholar was screaming. Pigsy was screaming, torn between shock and rage. Wukong was screaming, both because it was loud and Pigsy looked ready to grab that cleaver and-

Soft sniffles broke through the loud apartment.

A thick blanket of silence descended as all three turned to Xiaotian.

Xiaotian stood there, worrying their tail in their hands, big fat tears rolling down their cheeks.

“Oh no-” Pigsy started before holding his arms up. “Kid, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice.” Xiaotian didn’t wait a second to rush into the offered embrace, pressing their now-fur-covered cheek to the pig’s neck as they sniffled. The pig rubbed his hand up and down their back in a comforting, soothing motion.

“Are…are you…” Xiaotian’s tail smacked solidly against Pigsy’s stomach. “Are you mad at me for lying?”

“What, no! Never!”

“You did tell us that he was Sun Wukong,” Tang reminded the child.

“I’m not mad,” Pigsy said, nodding with his partner’s words. “Plus, look at you! You’ve always been cute and cuddly!” Xiaotian gasped out a laugh. “Now you just look like a plushie, like Ms. Noodles!”

“Yay!” Xiaotian grinned in pure delight. “Ms. Noodles is the best!”

“Yes, she is!” Pigsy then turned to him. His expression darkened, just like when he threatened his life that first babysitting session. Logically, Wukong knew that there was really nothing the pig demon could do to him. However, the demon was also a parent and, if there was one thing Wukong had learned…

A parent would fuck you up for their child.

“But I want the full truth.”

“Fair enough,” Wukong said with a nod. “But, first, Xiaotian wanted to make a treat for you guys.”

“We made ice cream!” Xiaotian said, suddenly kicking and thrashing until Pigsy set them down. “Mango and chocolate!” They stopped, that glaze of disappointment forming. “But, the mango isn’t done yet…”

“Oh, bud, don’t worry,” Wukong said, snapping his fingers. Tang gasped, eyes going wide as gold sparks snapped. “I can finish it and freeze it. How about you guys get bowls and spoons?”

Xiaotian gasped.

The set up was easy. Wukong finished whipping the ingredients together as Pigsy pulled out bowls and Tang pulled out spoons. Xiaotian insisted on getting the chocolate ice cream out, as well as sprinkles and whipped cream. He didn’t fail to notice that the bowls were right next to where he was mixing, allowing the pig to glare him down.

Fair enough.

With a quick freezing spell, the mango ice cream was done.

The small group assembled their sundaes and sat around the table. Xiaotian stuck the mango pit in the ice cream before taking a big scoop of the chocolate mango mixture. Their eyes lit up. “This is good!” they chirped, their tail waggling merrily.

Tang pulled his spoon away from his mouth. “It is! It’s just as good as Pigsy’s noodles!”

False, but it got Xiaotian to beam like the sun.

“So,” Pigsy said, ignoring Tang’s comment to glare at Wukong. “I think an explanation’s due.”

Right. Yeah.

“So, the night Xiaotian disappeared…they was taken by an old enemy of mine. He somehow saw through Xiaotian’s glamor and thought they were my child. He called me and I came when I heard that there was a child involved.” He would have to be blind to see the tension that seeped into both men’s forms, both at the memory of Xiaotian’s abduction and the idea that Wukong was Xiaotian’s father. “I had no idea that there was another stone monkey around with such a powerful glamor.” Wukong allowed the gentle king to fade away, replaced instead by the seasoned veteran. “Whoever put that glamor on Xiaotian, they’re powerful and, to be honest, probably dangerous. I thought the best way to find out whoever it was to get close.”

“...have you found them?” Tang asked quietly. “Is…Xiaotian in danger?”

“No, not as far as I know,” Wukong admitted, his pride burning. “Whoever it was, they’re either powerful or somehow know how to get past me.” But, he could mull over his hurt pride later. “I also thought it would be best to have Xiaotian learn a bit about being a monkey.”

“It’s been fun!” Xiaotian said, their eyes tinged with concern. “Can Monkey King still come hang out with me?”

Wukong bit back a coo, but a noise from Pigsy’s side made him turn. “What was that?”

“Are…are you going to take them?”

Wukong’s heart nearly snapped at the question. Or maybe that was his spoon. “What?”

“I mean,” Pigsy said each word like it hurt. “They’re a monkey. They deserve to be with someone who can help them. I’m not their dad-”

“Pigsy!” Tang snapped, in a way that had suggested this had come up before. “Look, we’ve discussed this-”

“No,” Wukong had to speak up. He could feel that this was an old fight, and Xiaotian was still right there. Plus, he knew better, especially after Red Boy. “Why would I? Xiaotian clearly loves you both.”

“I do!” Xiaotian chirped, licking at their spoon, smiling with those big brown eyes. “Dadsy’s the best!”

Pigsy’s face flushed as Tang cooed, any annoyance gone in the face of Xiaotian’s overwhelming cuteness.

“See? I can’t separate a family, not one that loves each other so much.” Wukong popped the last bit of ice cream in his mouth, feeling a little satisfied smile form, both at the taste and his sentencing. “But, with you two in the know, I can help Xiaotian more.”

“How?” Pigsy asked.

“Oh, visiting Flower Fruit Mountain.”

Silence dawned, only to be broken by two loud “REALLY!”s. Wukong felt his smile grow into a proper grin as Tang scooped up Xiaotian, the two chattering at each other in their overwhelming excitement.

Pigsy leaned forward. “You definitely know your words. Neither of them are going to stop talking about this for weeks.”

“Yep!”

[anyydidi]

WRITING THIS POST BECAUSE I'M SO SICK OF PEOPLE MISCHARACTERIZING FORD!!!!!!!!!

Before we begin, everyone is entitled to their opinion. If you really think Ford wouldn't truly care, you do you.

That being said, I feel like people who claim that Ford wouldn't do a single thing to bring Stan back if their places were switched do not understand his character at all.

Don't get me wrong, I don't think that he would open the portal. At least not right away. The one thing I agree with is that Ford wouldn't put the life of his brother above the whole planet like Stan did. He realizes the threat of the portal and Bill too much to do that.

But have people forgotten that Ford also loves his brother? Yeah, he was angry, bitter and resentful, but he wouldn't have just let Stan die in the multiverse. Especially since that would be entirely his fault he got stuck there in the first place.

For people thinking, "But Ford was too blinded by rage! He didn't care for Stan until after Weirdmaggedon!", have you seen the show? Have you read the journal? Through everything that happened, Ford kept a photo (tattered and worn, obviously taken out a lot) of him and his brother in his left, inner breast pocket which is the one closest to the heart. If that wasn't enough, for those who haven't read the journal, Ford kept reminiscing about and mentioning his brother before the portal incident. Even though those lines were often crossed out, it was obvious that at least unconsiously he had Stan in mind a lot. And at the end of the journal, it is written that he worked day and night, to the point of passing out, to bring Stan's memories (and essencially Stan himself) back. (Oh and have we forgotten about the absolutely shattered expression he had when he erased Stan's memories? You don't look like that for a person you don't deeply care about).

Still not enough to believe that Ford cared about Stan before Stan's sacrifice?

Let's talk about the fact that when Ford was at his lowest, that being paranoid, sleep deprived, tortured by Bill, drowned in guilt, and completely alone, he reached out to Stan? He says it himself, "I needed help, someone I could trust." After everything, he still trusted Stan to an extent and believed him to be his last hope. You don't give trust like that to people you truly hate.

Ford was self-absorbed and egocentric, but also hurt and betrayed. That feeling came from a misconception, but that doesn't make it any less valid. It is understandable that he acted towards Stan the way he did, with venom and bitterness. But we can be angry at people we love and still care for their well-being.

How I said earlier, I don't think Ford would really open the portal. He wouldn't risk the entire world for Stanley. But I do think he would do anything in his power to be able to bring Stan back safely. You cannot be telling me that he'd be able to live with the guilt and not do anything about it if he could. After all, in his head, it would be his fault. He got tricked by Bill, he built the portal, he made Stan come to him and showed him the portal and he wasn't able to let go of the journal and fought Stan for it. I'm convinced he'd still throw some blame at Stan for some of the fight to make himself feel better at first, but after some time he would just blame himself completely (the same way I think Stan did with the science fair incident). The guilt for all of that would eat him alive.

Let's not forget, Stanley worked for 30 years, basically half his life to bring Stanford home and I believe Ford would be willing to do the same. He would just go about it differently. He would either try to get rid of the threat of Bill and then be willing to upgrade the portal and turn it on again, or maybe try to find a completely different way to get Stan back from the multiverse, or in the end something entirely different, I'm not fully sure.

What I am sure of is that Ford wouldn't just let Stan be stranded in the multiverse without doing absolutely nothing. Maybe he wouldn't succeed, maybe Stan would actually have to find his own way back home because Stanford wouldn't be able to find a solution without risking their entire universe. But Ford would at least try, give it his all, because despite everything, he still loves his brother. Differently than Stan loves him, because Ford is a different person than Stan, but he still does.

So I beg you, people. Stop taking Ford's complex character from him. He can be a selfish, self-centered asshole, but he's not heartless.

[robinavxtch]

aftershocks

michael ‘robby’ robinavitch x heather collins

| “you need to stop blaming yourself,”

“that’s fucking rich, coming from you.” |

a/n: this is basically what i think happened following pittfest with these two<3 love ya ! - anna

shoutout to @mads198-9 for being my beta reader, you’re the best 🫶🏻

wc: 4.8k

warnings: angst, angst and more angst. brief mentions of addiction, alcohol. oh and angst.

Heather opened her eyes, stretching out her still tired, and achy body. She looked at the clock.

3:00AM.

She groaned. She had fallen asleep right after getting home, after Robby told her to go home and relax. She had had the glass of wine, sat down in the shower, and then curled up and felt the weight of the world lift off of her as she slept.

Grabbing her phone, she powered it back on. A few seconds later she watched as the screen illuminated, followed by a rush of notifications. Her eyes widened as she saw the missed calls.

Robby, Dana, Robby again, Dana again. And then Robby a dozen more times.

Then, the news headline followed the phone notifications.

Shooting at Pittsfest | ACTIVELY UPDATING

Heather immediately sat up in bed, opened her phone and called the one who had spent hours trying to reach her.

Ring…Ring…

On the third ring, he picked up. She didn’t even give him a chance to speak.

“I just woke up and saw the news. Saw all your calls. I turned my phone off when I got home and—Jesus Christ, I’m sorry Robby. I’m so fucking sorry.”

She heard him breathing on the other line, not saying anything.

“God. The one day I fucking leave early…it must have been hell. I’m so sorry. So so so sorry—“

“Heather.”

“I can’t believe I actually turned my phone off. I’m a trauma doctor! We never turn our phones off and for a damn good reason! I—“

“Heather. Stop.”

His voice was rough, raw like he hadn’t used it in hours. She stilled, her breathing slightly faster than usual. She began to nervously pick at her fingers with the hand that wasn’t holding her phone.

Robby didn’t say anything. They stayed on the line in silence for what seemed like eternity until she broke it.

“Are you okay?”

He could have laughed, could have made a witty retort about how that was such a stupid question to ask, but he was so drained. Just tired and empty.

“No,” came his response.

In all the years that she has known him, he has only ever answered no to that question once. And it was on the worst day of his life.

She paused, making sure to think through what she was going to say. That it would be the right thing. That he would answer.

“What can I do?”

He let out a small laugh. But it wasn’t a happy or amused one. It was one of exhaustion. Dry and bitter.

“Unless you have a fucking time machine and can restart the shift, I don’t think there’s anything you can do, Collins.”

She bristled slightly at the use of her last name. It was such an odd formality for three in the morning.

Robby ran a hand through his hair, groaning slightly, waiting for her to respond.

“You and I both know that if I could do that, I would, Robby. But I can’t. So answer me honestly. What do you need from me right now that I can easily do?”

Her voice was soft, but there was edge of defiance in it. The stubbornness he knew all too well. He knew he had to give her an answer, despite him just wanting to tell her to forget about it and go back to sleep.

But he didn’t say anything.

“Robby,” she sighed, a hint of desperation in her voice.

“I’m fine. I don’t need anything. Especially not right now.”

He was lying through his teeth, and she could tell. She didn’t even have to see his face to know that it was scrunched up in agony. That his features were layered with exhaustion and his eyes closed.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she said, her voice quiet as she started to get dressed.

He heard the rustling and sighed, running a hand over his face, “I’m fine. I’m serious.”

“When was the last time you ate something?” She asked, ignoring his last comment as she pulled on an old pair of sneakers.

He paused, thinking. He couldn’t remember the last thing he ate. Maybe it was a the sandwich at the end of the shift? Hours ago? He couldn’t recall. Of course, he didn’t want to admit that so he just stayed silent.

Heather took that as an answer.

“Do you want food? I can come over.”

He exhaled, “Heather it is three in the fucking morning. You are not bringing me food.”

She grabbed her purse and keys and began to walk across her apartment, phone still in hand.

“Robby?”

“Yeah?” came his gruff response on the other end.

“I’m bringing you food. I’ll see you soon.”

She hung up, leaving him no room to protest. He sighed, putting his phone down. He was still lying in bed in his sweatpants with no shirt on.

He got up, slowly, throwing on an old Led Zeppelin t shirt and a different sweater— one that wasn’t stained with the horrors of the day, and walked out to his living room. Sitting down on the couch, staring at the TV with nothing playing. With nothing but his racing thoughts to keep himself occupied.

After about twenty minutes of silence, he snapped out of it, looking up as a soft knock came from the other side of the door.

He stood up, cracking his neck before walking over and opening the door to reveal Heather, in very casual clothes holding two large bags of Chinese food.

But not just any Chinese food, his favourite place.

She walked in, letting the door close behind her. He studied her carefully as she placed the bags down and began unpacking the food. Her movements were brisk but purposeful- ones he’d seen her use at the hospital. She laid it all out, setting the fortune cookies aside, then turning to l him, holding out a box of shrimp fried rice and a pair of chopsticks.

“Here. Eat.”

Robby took the box from her begrudgingly and opened it.

“You didn’t have to do this you know,”

“Oh shut up. Eat.”

Her voice was light, but the look on her face told him that if he didn’t take a bite of the food in his hand within the next three seconds, she was going to force it down his throat.

He nodded, taking a bite. Closing his eyes as the pitt of hunger in his stomach that he had ignored until now thanked him.

She sat down in the chair across from his couch, and took a few bites of her food before looking up at him.

“Again, Robby. I’m so sorry—“

He cut her off, “Stop apologizing. It’s not your fault at all.”

“I should have been there.”

“I sent you home for a reason, Heather.”

His tone was light, but there was a definitive air to it.

She exhaled sharply, her gaze never leaving his, “You should have sent someone to come get me.”

He snapped, a brief second of anger flashing across his features. “I couldn’t really afford losing another staff member. Between you and Langdon—“

“Langdon? Where the fuck was Frank?”

He held her gaze, examining the look of suprise on her face. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply before opening them again.

“Frank won’t be working with us for a while.”

Heather nodded, although not understandingly, “Why?”

Robby paused before telling her. And watched as her eyes widened in suprise, shock, and inevitability landed on anger; what he had been feeling all day since finding out.

“Fucking hell,” she cursed, “I had no idea.”

“Yeah. None of us did.” He replied shortly, his voice harsh.

“I’m sorry.”

“Again, not your fault.”

“I’m still sorry. You had one of the hardest shifts of your life without either of your R4s.”

He nodded, not saying anything. He just took another bite of his food.

Heather swallowed what she was chewing and cleared her throat, causing him to look back up at her.

“You—uh,” she exhaled, “How many patients did you see? Or how many did the ER see…?”

He swallowed, but it wasn’t because there was food in his mouth.

“112.”

He knew the exact number— of course he knew that. She wouldn’t have expected him not to.

Heather nodded, taking another bite of her food, “And how many pulled through?”

“Six of them died.”

“That’s not what I asked,”

“But it’s what you meant.”

She gave him a knowing look. He returned it. The steam off of their rice lingering in the air between them. The only sound the clicking of the clock on his shelf.

“I’m sorry.” She broke the silence.

“I need you to stop saying that.”

“But it’s true.”

“Stop.”

He continued to stare at her. And she stared back. Neither one of them wanting to back down.

Eventually, Robby’s shoulders slumped and he leaned back on the couch, continuing to eat. He finished, and placed the box down on the table beside him.

“Thanks for the food, by the way.”

She nodded, also finishing her rice. “Anytime.”

He stood up, “I’m gonna get a drink. Do you want anything?”

“Water?”

“I was thinking something stronger for myself, but I can get you water.”

He tried to crack a smile. A brief attempt to break the ice that had settled in, trying to lighten the conditions under which they were meeting. Make it slightly easier for both of them.

She begrudgingly smiled back, admiring his attempts, though knowing that the hard conversations were far from over.

“You have wine?”

He nodded, “Yeah. Always. I’ll be right back.”

Robby went into his kitchen and bustled around, finding glasses and bottles, pouring himself a scotch on the rocks and her a glass of red. He walked back out and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling slightly, taking a sip of the wine.

He sat back down and turned to face her again, his eyes sunken and sad.

“How are you feeling?”

Heather knew that he was deflecting. That he didn’t want to talk about the day, and would rather focus on anything else.

She gave him a knowing look, “I’ve been better. But I’ll be okay. It’s not the first time it’s happened to me.”

His eyes widened slightly, but his expression remained the same, “At work? You’ve miscarried before at work?”

She nodded, “Twice.”

He ran a hand over his face, “Jesus Christ Heather, I’m so sorry-“

“Hey-“ she held up a hand to silence him, “No apologies. Remember?”

Robby nodded, taking a sip of his scotch. The ice crinkling against the glass.

Heather took another sip of her wine, and the two fell silent again. They were both thinking, both processing.

Her eyes widened and she put her glass down and looked at him. “Jake. He was at Pittfest. You gave him the tickets is he—“ she stopped talking, watching how his face contorted in pain. Her lips parted slightly.

“Jake’s fine.” Robby managed to get out. His eyes closed. He swallowed harshly, refusing to let any emotion out.

Heather’s shoulders sunk in relief, but she knew there was something else. She waited for him to speak again.

“His girlfriend, Leah.”

“Oh,” the realization was soft as it escaped her lips.

“We couldn’t— I, couldn’t save her.”

She nodded, once. “She was one of the six.”

He nodded again, his hands beginning to shake. The ice rattling in the glass once more.

“Is Jake—is he—?” the words were lost on her lips. She didn’t know how to ask the question.

“He hates me. Doesn’t want anything to do with me. I don’t blame him—“

“Robby—“

“I killed his girlfriend—“

“—you didn’t kill anyone!”

The silence that fell between them was almost deafening. Robby’s head was looking down at the carpet beneath him. His hands twitching almost involuntarily.

“You didn’t kill anyone.”

Heather repeated her statement, but her voice had softened.

He nodded, letting her know that he heard her.

“I-“ his voice cracked, faltering slightly, “I did everything- literally fucking everything I could. I exhausted every resource. Every drop of blood we could spare. Hell, I even donated some of my own. I used Abbot’s too. And it still wasn’t enough.”

She spoke again and her voice had somehow gotten softer than it was before.

“Sometimes our best isn’t always enough.”

Robby nodded, remembering how he was the one to tell her that after her first loss years ago.

“I know.”

His voice was raw and stained with emotion as he took a shaky sip of his drink. A drop of condensation fell onto the carpet below.

“You did your best and it wasn’t enough to save Leah. But you did manage to save 106 other people. They will get to survive and live their lives. Because of you.”

“But Leah won’t.”

“No. She won’t. And today will stay with you. Leah will stay with you. But I need you to try and focus on the good. You know that’s how we stay sane in this job.”

His lips twitched upwards involuntarily, “When did you become the one to give me the pep talks?”

She continued to look at him, holding his gaze, “This isn’t a pep talk. This is me being honest.”

“Right,” Robby nodded, “Honest.”

“I need you to believe me, to trust what I am telling you.”

He made a sound. Not one of annoyance or understanding. Just a sound.

“Do you trust me?”

He continued to look at her. Steadily holding himself up until he nodded, sharply.

“Good.”

She picked up her wine glass again, taking another slow sip of it. Waiting for him to speak. He took another sip of his own drink, letting the sting of the scotch coat his throat.

“Thank you—for coming—“ he cleared his throat, “For being here.”

Heather nodded, “I’ll always show up, you know that.”

He nodded, averting his gaze from hers, “Yeah. I know.”

She stood up, and walked over to the trash from their Chinese food. She began cleaning it up.

He turned and watched her, “You don’t have to do that y’know. I can clean up,”

Heather smiled softly, “You’re awful at letting people help you, you know that right?”

She put the garbage in the trash next to the kitchen.

Robby nodded, “I know, I know. You’ve mentioned that before.”

She smiled again, though halfheartedly, picking up two of the fortune cookies and throwing one to him. He caught it in one hand and his lips twitched upwards again.

“I still can’t believe you remembered my favourite Chinese place.”

Heather scoffed, a smile still toying on her face, “It’s a pretty damn good Chinese place.”

“Oh trust me. I know.”

She sat down on the couch next to him and began to open the cookie- the plastic crinkling as they both opened them. He cracked the cookie in two and pulled out the piece of paper, unfolding it.

“Self blame builds walls; self forgiveness builds bridges…” Robby read aloud.

“Hmph” Heather muttered, “Fitting.”

He rolled his eyes but smiled softly, “Open yours,”

She unfolded the piece of paper, “The weight of the world is not yours to carry alone.”

“Also fitting,” he commented, prompting her to smile again.

“Looks like you need to blame yourself a little less.”

Her tone was light but her words weighed heavy, her eyes sad as she watched him.

“That’s pretty fucking rich, coming from you,” he retorted, his defensive side poking out just a little.

“I never said I didn’t blame myself for things,” she responded, almost too calmly, “But for this? For what happened today? You can’t blame yourself. You just can’t.”

He closed his eyes as his body tensed again. She watched him carefully.

“Everyone that lost someone today is going to blame me, because they need to blame someone.”

“And I understand that. But you don’t need to add yourself to that list, okay?”

Robby didn’t respond and she grabbed his hand, not harshly, but not softly either.

“Okay?” She repeated. Her gaze was steady and she was watching him. His eyes were still on the carpet in front of them.

Heather squeezed his hand, just enough so he could feel it, “I need an answer, Robby.”

He lowered his head a bit, his shoulders sank, and he pulled his hand away from hers, “I could have done more.”

“No. No.” Heather spoke, her voice harder than he was used to hearing, “I am not letting you go down this spiral. This was not your fault. I need you to understand that.”

Robby looked at her, his expression meek as he listened to her. He nodded once, not saying anything.

“Do you understand me? I need to hear you say it.”

“I understand you,” his voice was low.

“Say the full thing.”

He groaned, “Heather—“ His head fell downwards again.

“No. Say it. I’m not letting you do this. I need you to say it.”

He didn’t respond and she leaned a bit closer, putting her hand back over his, leaning down so that she could look up at his face.

“Michael,” she whispered, “This was not your fault.”

His first name almost felt like venom on her tongue. She hadn’t called him by it in years.

Robby’s eyes widened a little at the use of his first name, and he looked at her. Really looked at her. He saw someone who he once loved, but still cared for staring back at him. Trying to help him, trying to break down his walls that he spent so hard building back up.

He inhaled shakily as he felt her start to rub her thumb softly over the skin of his hand, a minuscule, yet soothing gesture. He continued to stare at her, neither of them moving, neither of them breaking.

“It’s not my fault,” Robby whispered.

As he spoke, one tear slipped out and fell onto the top of Heather’s hand. She didn’t flinch and continued to look at him, as more tears slipped through the cracks of his hard exterior.

She nodded slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements and using her other hand, raised it to his face and wiped away a few of the tears.

“Say it again,” she whispered, “Say it like you believe it.”

He flinched slightly at being told what to do, especially by her. But he inhaled again, closing his eyes as more tears threatened to fall.

“It’s not my fault.”

As he said it a second time, he felt lighter. His eyes opened and she was nodding again, her own eyes sparkling with tears that she wouldn’t dare let fall. The two stayed that way, staring at one another, neither of them speaking but so much being shared between them regardless.

After what felt like eternity, Robby spoke again. This time, his voice was quiet, almost too quiet. Like if he tried to say it any louder the moment would be over.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back.”

She squeezed his hand, her gaze filling with determination.

“You will.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Because I know you.”

Robby studied her.

The way her gaze never once wavered.

The way her eyes shone both with sadness and support, with a small sense of admiration and respect that he knew she harboured for him always.

The way that underneath her calm demeanour and exterior, she was still the girl he had met on her first day of residency during his second year of being a senior attending. The girl that was once scared, he watched grow into an outstanding doctor.

He knew she was right. That he would be able to face another day at the hospital. But right now it felt impossible, almost nauseating. The thought of walking back through those doors.

As if she could read his thoughts, she squeezed his hand again. For a brief second.

“You will keep being the great doctor that I know you are. Because there will always be patients-hell, even doctors that need you.”

Heather paused, unsure of the next few words that were about to escape her lips.

“I need you.”

She exhaled shakily.

“Heather—“

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it?”

He held her gaze, watching as her face turned against her and her eyes softened even more under his stare. She inhaled again, her hand still in his.

“You know how much I care about you, Robby. I know you know that. But I just…can’t.”

Her words felt like a knife to his heart, “You can’t what?” His voice was dry.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. Forget it. Please.”

That last word was a plea, and Robby knew it. He just nodded, continuing to hold her hand in his.

Heather looked at the clock that sat on his bookshelf. It read 4:47 AM. She had almost been there for two hours. She knew he needed sleep, judging by the lines that continued to crease his tired face.

He followed her gaze to the clock, clearing his throat.

“If you need to go, you can,”

She turned back to him, shaking her head softly, “I was more thinking that you need to sleep.”

He shook his head lightly, “I don’t need sleep.”

“Robby. You need to sleep.” She held his gaze, “I can leave—“

“No.”

His response came out faster than he expected and he paused, collecting his thoughts. His next words coming out barely a whisper, shielded with vulnerability,

“I don’t want to be alone.”

She nodded once, letting go of his hand and standing up,

“I can get extra blankets from the closet and crash on the couch. I don’t mind. You won’t be alone.”

Robby nodded, “Okay.”

His sleep deprivation was catching up to him, and his body physically ached as he stood up, stretching. He winced as almost all of his joints cracked.

He went down the hall, and she heard the bathroom door close. She walked to the closet and dug out the extra throw blankets he had, making herself a makeshift bed on the couch that they were just sitting on.

A few minutes later, the door opened again and he came out holding a small bag- one that she recognized instantly as being the overnight bag she kept at his apartment when they were together.

“I think—“ he cleared his throat, visibly a bit sheepish, “I think that there’s still a toothbrush in here.”

Heather nodded, taking the bag from him, “There should be, yeah. Thanks. I didn’t even know you still had this.”

Robby shrugged, “It was under the sink. Behind a few things”

She unzipped the bag and looked at it. Her belongings from three years ago completely untouched. Like frozen memories. He had kept it, all these years.

She tried to brush off the pangs of sadness that were beginning to form in her chest, digging through the bag and pulling out her old toothbrush.

“I’m gonna get changed. You uh—,” Robby’s voice was gruff, the tiredness seeping into it, “You know where the bathroom is.”

Heather nodded, smiling softly at him as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she looked around at the familiar tiny room. The white LED light was almost blinding as she stood over the sink, putting the toothpaste onto her old brush.

It was odd. The taste of the toothpaste was the same. The one they shared for months. She spit it out as fast as possible once she was done, rinsing her mouth out with water.

There was a single soft knock at the door just as she finished splashing water onto her face. Dabbing with a towel to dry, she opened the door to see Robby standing there holding what looked like a pair of boxers and an old t shirt of his.

He didn’t hand it directly to her, but spoke quietly.

“I know you didn’t plan to stay the night, and I know you’re probably okay to sleep in what you’re wearing, but if for whatever reason you’re not I dug these out for you.”

Heather looked at the clothes he was holding and back up at him. She nodded once and took the clothes from his hands.

“Okay. Thank you,”

A small smile ghosted his features as he leaned ever so slightly against the doorframe, studying her. She held his gaze, and crossed her arms.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

He paused before answering, “Just reminiscing.”

She gave him a knowing look before tearing her eyes away from his. A soft sigh escaping her.

“Go to bed, Robby. I’ll finish locking the place up.”

Because she knew how to.

“Are you sure?”

Heather nodded, “Yeah. Besides, you look like hell.”

He chuckled. The attempt at breaking whatever was between them didn’t go unnoticed. He nodded, conceding, taking a step back from the doorway.

“Okay. Goodnight.”

She smiled softly as she closed the door to get changed, “Goodnight.”

As the door closed, Robby walked back down the hall to his bedroom. He sighed, running a hand over his beard before crossing the threshold, lightly tapping the door behind him to close it.

He didn’t realize it hadn’t fully closed until he was already lying down in his bed. And he didn’t care to get up and shut it. His eyes drifted closed, the only sound being Heather’s footsteps, after she opened the bathroom door.

As quietly as possible, she turned off all the lights in the apartment, and locked all the doors. She plugged her phone in beside her with the spare charger he kept in the living room, and lied down on the couch, trying her best to get comfortable.

After what felt like hours of trying and failing to find a position she could fall asleep in, she looked at her phone, tapping the screen to illuminate and reveal the time.

7:34AM.

She cursed softly. Her back was hurting on the couch and she knew sleep wasn’t in her future if she stayed lying there on it.

In her severely sleep deprived state, she stood up, grabbed the throw blanket and carefully, but successfully navigated the dark halls of Robby’s apartment, reaching his door and pushing it open ever so slightly.

“Robby,” she whispered. She could see the outline of his body in bed, not moving.

“Robby-“ she whispered a little louder this time.

“Hm?”

There was a soft grunt of acknowledgment from where he lay. But he didn’t move. She spoke again, her voice slightly louder than the whispering had been.

“I can’t sleep on the couch. It’s killing my back. And you can say no but is it okay if—“

He didn’t let her finish her sentence. Just murmured in agreement and moved further over to his side of the bed. She watched him move and she just stood there. Unsure of whether or not she should actually go in.

Robby opened his eyes ever so slightly to see her silhouette briefly illuminated by the moon that was shining through his window. He could almost feel the apprehension radiating off of her.

He patted the space beside him with one hand, “C’mere.”

She quietly walked over to the opposite side of the bed and carefully climbed into it. Pulling her throw blanket over her, to not fully get under the covers.

Everything smelled like him. The blankets, the pillows. Him. Heather blinked hard a few times, trying to push the thoughts out of her mind.

Robby was facing away from her. But she knew he was still awake based on the way she felt his body tense beside her every time she moved, even if it was the smallest shift.

She rolled over, so that she was facing his back. The familiarity of how she used to sleep in this very bed was almost overwhelming. She took a shaky breath, quietly trying to exhale.

Robby was wide awake. He felt every breath, every movement, hell, he could probably even feel every thought she was having.

He didn’t roll over, but he moved his arm backwards, searching for her hand in the dark, finding it and grazing his fingers softly against hers.

Heather almost jumped at the contact, but her breath only hitched slightly.

“It’s okay.”

She heard him whisper, causing her body to relax, but not fully.

“We’re okay. This doesn’t mean anything.”

At that, her body fully relaxed, and she brushed her fingers in reflex against his, signalling to him that she heard him.

He shifted his body ever so slightly to make himself more comfortable, not moving his hand from hers, and eventually, after a while of listening to the other breathing and enjoying the comfortable familiarity of it, they both fell asleep, their fingers just barely intertwined.

[heavqn]

Coriolanus as the peacekeeper, being completely mentally unbalanced, possessive and controlling, while he fucks the reader who is totally naive and can't refuse since Coriolanus is basically keeping her alive and feeding her, it all happens in the cabin. and they are almost discovered by her friend Lucy Gray.

It can include size difference perversion, Coriolanus has a hyper fixation with how shy and naive the reader can be, manipulation, doubtful consent.

Can you add any plot? I'm not a fan of angst though. If you take it, I THANK YOU.

i loved this request!! i kind of went totally overboard and i don't think i stuck to your request quite well but i hope you still enjoy it 😭

cw; fingering, sort of controling? coriolanus, allusion to piv but there isn't any. usage of yn like three times. i think that's all. not my finest writing, apologies </33

Being in District 12 was no party. It was as miserable as life got, until she met Lucy Gray of course. Lucy Gray had taken her under her wing, no doubt becoming like a sister to her. She taught [ y/n ] her favorite songs, her favorite stories and even let her have some of her pretty dresses.

She was basically part of the covey though she had known her for such a short amount of time. When Lucy Gray was reaped, she felt like she was too. A part of her went into that arena with Lucy Gray and she was frightened everyday until she came back unscathed. 

With Lucy Gray’s infamous return to the District came plenty of singing and dancing back in the Hob. It wasn’t until Lucy Gray was a bit way into her song when she noticed a familiar pale, blonde-haired boy watching her. Though the realization of who he was had been cut short by Billy Taupe and his drunken-state, she was both shocked and excited to know he was there.

The next day, she saw him yet again. Maude Ivory had made way to them though and she had to leave. But it didn’t stop her from inviting him to the lake, promising him only the covey knew of its existence.

On the way to the lake, Coriolanus had made his acquaintance with a few others from the covey. One in particular stuck in his mind though; [ y/n ]. She had a quiet tone and was a bit clueless to jokes that others made. He noticed how she stayed close to Lucy Gray, whispering to her and then looking at him.

And if the shyness and naivety hadn’t got him, seeing her come up from under the water definitely did. Her hair clung to her back and the make-shift bikini she wore did little to cover her boobs as he saw her nipples poking from under the fabric. 

He was fascinated by her. She was dumb, to say the least. Usually such things would turn him off and make him go the other way, but he reveled in the way she clung to his every word once the two had become close. 

They often spent time together at the lake; his idea. This particular day, he had convinced her to go skinny-dipping. “What if someone sees us?” She had questioned, voice quiet as if anybody was around to hear her. Only the covey and him knew about the lake; she knew this, he knew this. The possibility of anyone coming out this late wasn’t likely.

Though he had to admit that the thought did cross his mind as well. So he prompted her with another idea, “We could go to the cabin instead.” His intentions would’ve been clear as day to anybody else, but she was entirely lost. “What are we gonna do in there? It’s boring.” She pouted. 

Most nights at the lake were spent listening to him talking as you nodded along, pretending to understand what he spoke of. So when you made your way inside the cabin and got comfortable on the rickety bed, Coriolanus started to speak about his home. 

“I can’t even imagine what the Capitol is like.” She told him in response to his question of if she’d come home with him. “It’s amazing. Organized, powerful. Nothing like the districts. I think you’d fit right in.” His words had her shaking her head.

“I couldn’t leave twelve. My family is here; Lucy Gray is here.” He rolled his eyes. “You’d be with me. I’d buy you the finest things the Capitol has to offer.” The thought of leaving the covey left a bad taste in her mouth, but the promise of pretty things had her looking up at him with curiosity.

“What kind of things?” She questioned. He smiled, knowing he had piqued her interest. It was too easy sometimes. “Clothes, jewelry, makeup. Anything you can dream of.” His hand had made its way to her arm, caressing it as he watched the way her eyes lit up from his words. “Even flowers?” He let out a soft laugh, “Even flowers.” 

She fell into him, back meeting his chest as his arms wrapped around her waist. “You know what else the Capitol has?” His fingers went under your shirt, dragging across the skin of her abdomen. She felt that tingling sensation she often got when she was with him. 

While they talked a lot when together, she’d also had sex with Coriolanus a lot. It wasn’t a hard thing to convince her into. Her first time was in the lake; it wasn’t comfortable or convenient, but he was a desperate man. She had just talked about how she was a virgin and he was immediately interested in taking that title away from her. So it was no surprise when the next time they met up, he had her under him once again and every time after that.

He told her that she owed it to him. He was protecting her; would she rather it be him or some pervert from the district? He knew what he was doing and he gave it how she liked it. He guaranteed that none of these boys could even dream of doing it like him and she agreed. He was unfairly good at it and knew what had her cumming in no time so who was she to deny it?

She was dragged out of her thoughts as his hand went further under her top, moving to grasp her boobs. She let out a shaky sigh at the feeling, listening to him speak. “I asked you a question.” He reminded her; his voice deep and firm in her ear as he his hands continued venturing her body.

“What else?” She responded, not necessarily caring for anything else at this moment besides being held close to him. “Lingerie. You know what that is?” He questioned her, and the way her face screwed up let on that she didn’t have a clue as to what he had said. “I don’t know what that is.” She admitted softly, feeling embarrassed he had once again caught her in a stump.

“It’s a type of clothing women wear. Nice and lacey; Bet you’d look real good in it.” He spoke to her in that same deep voice he always did, but it felt heavier this time. He was building her up just so he could break her. “What do you think?” He shifted the conversation back to her, knowing she’d get riled up.

“I think–I think it’d be nice to try it on. Is it like a dress?” She asked curiously, not quite envisioning what this lingerie was that he spoke of. He laughed at her question, taking his time to trail his hands down the length of her skirt. “No, no. It’s like an undergarment; Ladies wear it for men.” He tried to explain, feeling her body melt into him as his fingers went to push her skirt up, giving him access to the place he wanted.

Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, again. “So it’s like fancy underwear?” Hearing the word underwear only brought more of her innocence to his attention. “Exactly. Now you’re getting it.” He praised, fingers trailing on the inside of her thighs, inching closer and closer to where she needed him.

“What makes it different from regular underwear?” She was curious now. Ladies wear it for men? Ladies always wear underwear, she thought. He smiled at how interested she was in this topic, but it was clear she was struggling with her words in the way her breath hitched and how she melted impossibly closer to him, when he finally got to the cotton of her panties.

“Well, you don’t wear it everyday. It’s for special occasions; For times between a man and his woman.” He told her, finger playing with the hem of her panties, teasingly snapping it back and into her skin. “Like–Like us, Coryo?” Her voice was but a whisper when she shyly asked the question.

He reveled in the way his pants tightened at how innocent and naive she was. It made it impossible to hold back the way he smiled into her neck, placing open mouthed kisses over her skin. “Just like us, bunny.” He whispered in her ear, finger finally slipping under her panties and going to feel how wet she was.

“Got you all hot and bothered just from a simple conversation. We haven’t even kissed and you’re already soaked.” He teased her, fingers coming out from her panties to show her just how wet she was. “‘m sorry.” She squeaked out, feeling embarrassed at his words and seeing his fingers covered in her juices did nothing to help that feeling.

He swore he could’ve cum right then and there. The way her body tensed up at his words, and the way she became beat red when she saw his fingers; he was ruined. He wanted nothing more than to be inside her, watching as she squirmed to take him; she would be so thankful for it, a mix of “please” and “thank you” ‘s no doubt on her lips with every thrust.

She was obedient; sometimes too obedient. He just craved one time when she would slip up, so he could punish her. But he knew she never would. She listened to his every word, and she’d be damned if she upset her Coryo.

He squeezed her hips, telling her she had nothing to apologize for. “It’s a natural thing. Nothing to be ashamed of.” He told her, the words like honey as they slipped out of his mouth. “Just don’t be getting this way for anyone else. Promise?” He all but commanded her, quickly discarding her panties before placing her right back in front of him; back to chest. “I promise, Coryo. Only you.” She was quick to agree with him; it’s all she’s good for. Simply a parrot of his words, aiming only to agree and copy everything he said. 

He didn’t give her anything else but the feeling of his fingers rubbing her clit as a response. The lack of warning had her surprised at the touch, shocked for a second. But he used his other hand to hold her back against him, keeping her still and pliant. “Don’t move, bunny.” He scolded her, continuing his assault on her delicate bud. 

It was hard to not move, but she persevered. Keeping her composure against him as she let moans and whimpers slip through her lips. “Coryo,” She called out his name, looking up at him with her soft eyes, silently begging him for more. 

“Need something?” He questioned, a smirk evident on his lips from how still so she was yet her mouth moved so much. He knew what she wanted, he just wanted to hear it from her. She spoke softly, the words not quite hitting his ears, but he heard her. Though he chose to tease her once again. “What was that, bunny? Gonna have to speak up.” His fingers ghosted over her entrance, feeling the way her legs so easily fell wider, giving him more room. 

“Need your fingers. Inside me, please.” She pleaded again, a little bit louder than before but no doubt quiet compared to the sound of her heavy breathing. “Why didn’t you just ask?” He smiled sickly at her, leaning down to kiss her as one of his fingers slipped inside her.

The moan she let out had his tongue easily slipping into her mouth, mixing their saliva together as their tongues glided over one another. He made quick work of putting another finger in her, curling them as they went in and out of her. The squelching sound of it all made her cringe on the inside, but the pleasure he was giving her was more interesting to act on. It was all too much; she broke away from the kiss, forehead still against his.

“Thank you, thank you.” She fed him her appreciation, knowing it was exactly what he wanted. She didn’t mind giving it to him either. She was thankful he chose her, thankful she was the one who had his fingers inside her. “Such good manners, bunny.” He responded, feeling her hand trail onto his head, grasping at practically nothing as his buzzcut allowed him little hair. 

He put yet another finger in, picking up his pace altogether whilst his other hand moved to rub her clit. The feeling of him on her skin, everywhere, had her on fire. She was going to burst into flames. She almost did–Until a sudden rapping was heard at the door.

“[ y/n ]? Are you in there?” The voice called for her, now recognizable as Lucy Gray’s. She stayed silent, not wanting to rat herself out, but when Coriolanus whispered into her ear, telling her to respond, she had no choice but to.

His fingers didn’t let up, and now he was kissing at her neck, interested in what she was going to do. He didn’t quite care about being caught; she was the one naked with his fingers deep inside her. “Yes, I’m–I’m in here!” She called back, unsure of what else to say?

“You okay honey? You sound awfully out of breath.” Lucy Gray voiced her concern, worry laced in her words as she moved to turn the door knob. “Yes! Yes, I’m okay. Please don’t come in.” She yelled back shakily; she was getting closer to the edge and if Lucy Gray came in, then it would all go away.

“Are you sure?” She questioned, wanting a final answer before she left the girl alone. “I’m s-sure, Lucy Gray. Nothing to worry ab-about.” She tried to assure her, hoping her words did what she wanted. It was getting hard to breathe with how quick and tentative Corriolanus’ touches were, nonetheless talk.

“Okay. I’ll leave you alone now.” Lucy Gray spoke to her. Whether Lucy Gray was still standing at that door or not, she couldn’t keep quiet now. His fingers curled right where she wanted, and his other hand was not letting up its assault on her clit.

“Coryo, Coryo.” His name fell out of her lips easily, arching into him, legs growing shaky at the feeling she was having. “Talking to your friend like that as if my fingers aren’t inside you right now. Such a dirty little girl.” He chastised her, but his words held no real malice.

It wasn’t long before she met her release, cumming on his fingers. Even then he didn’t stop, continuing to drag out her high. “‘nough. Can’t take more, Coryo.” She told him, shakily pushing his hands away from her. He all but laughed, doing as she asked.

“Can’t even take me inside you, bunny?” His voice was teasing. But the second she heard those words, she was up at his disposal. Ready for anything he gave her.

[danvazini]

I’LL LOVE YOU TILL THE DAY THAT I DIE —

“have you ever lost someone you’ve loved and cared with your entire being without them ever being your lover?” the redhead asked her therapist, and the raven haired woman just stared at her.

now playing : Birds Of A Feather by Billie Eilish

(📓) angst , main character deaths, suicide, heartbreak, depression, grief, some comfort?, starving mentions, lara stops taking care of herself, depression, guardian angel mention, manon visits lara a lot in her dreams, college au, lara goes to manon’s grave a lot, non idol au, lara never gets closure after manon’s death, also lwk karina from aespa as lara’s therapist , established relationship (best friends), no one gets a happy ending.

(💚) i haven’t written for my babies in a while so heres a little marz angst since they haven’t got one in agesssss. of course, i literally don’t wish this type of pain on anyone, not even my worse enemy (i actually would). as stated this does contain a lot of heavy topics, so if you cant read this one then you can always find a light hearted fic somewhere on my page, and be sure to take care of yourself.

previous katseye works

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it was almost midnight, on a cold and rainy night when lara was making her way back to her dorm room which she shared with one of her friends, when she walked in her roommate was gone which was expected becaue she worked till later in the night.

while she was showering, her phone rang. she stopped her shower for a bit, to answer it. she heard a friend on the other end hysterical, she was crying, basically screaming down the phone. lara was able to calm the girl before she told her what happened.

upon hearing this information laa's body just froze up, she didn't know what to do. her friend on the other end, sophia, was calling out to her despite not being able to form anything herself. lara just told her "thank you for telling me" before hanging up, she couldn't even put on anything.

despite not being changed, the indian woman laid in her bed, crying as her reality sunk in further as the moments passed on. she had just recieved the most gut wrenching call of a lifetime, one she prayed she'd never have to get. she didn't know what to do, she felt so empty so fast, like a half of her died.

"the signs were there though" lara read the messages people were leaving on her phone, it sounded so insensitive. she turned her phone off, laying on he back, sniffiling, "we swore to never leave each other" she whispered.

lara sighed, her head was pounding from how much she cried. she stayed in her room that night, her roommate coming home to no sign of lara aside from her car outside. the house was quiet, the ginger would walk upstairs, and knock on lara's door.

"hey..? are you okay?" megan didn't want to just intrude, but she was worried. she heard lara faintly reply, "yeah", which she just assumed was her being tired so she went off with her night. but something in the air continued to mess with her.

megan finally powered on her phone and saw she had 40 missed calls from daniela. see, it wasn't out of the norm for daniela to contact megan but the two weren't known to interact much outside of work but they attened the same university but here she was calling her, and 40 times was alot.

megan called the blonde woman back, assuming that it'd be daniela explaining why she needed megan to cover the rest of her shift and well, it was that but not exactly what megan thought to hear.

"megan?" she could hear daniela's choked up from the other line, "yeah? what happened?" megan asked upon hearing the blonde's voice. "it's about manon." daniela got out, making megan's heart drop.

okay let’s wait, first let's give some backstory on them, this friend group and who manon is. the group consists of six different girls, who all have somewhat different personalities, but somehow they seem click together well.

they all met in university aside from the youngest, yoonchae. yoonchae was really close with megan, due to them going to the same high school. the ginger introduced the brown haired girl to the others, she clinged to sophia the fastest due to their personalities, being so similar and them sharing the same habits.

the group was literally inseparable. honestly, anyone who saw them knew they were such a close friend group. everyone basically had a role, manon was the oldest of all the girls so she'd kinda be the "mom" while sophia was the leader because she always knew what to do in almost every situation.

and of course the other four girls had their roles in the group and it all just fit so perfectly. so where did it all go wrong? what was so bad about this night that sophia and daniela were blowing down lara and megan's phones?

what did the pair hear that made them so sick and numb? well, let's start off with yesterday. daniela and manon had been rooming together for a while and so they did their mornings routines together. for the last week easy, manon had been feeling down.

daniela could feel how heavy manon's energy was, it made her feel terrible herself. that morning daniela woke her up when she got up and took the swiss woman with her to the bathroom. "wake up you big baby" daniela tapped manon, pulling her attention away from the wall she stared at while she spaced out.

it was about that time of the year, manon had been experincing this for so long that she would just let it happen and wait for it to pass but daniela couldn't let that happen. the blonde had plans with the ginger woman, but she decided to bring manon along.

"ughh i wanna stay home" manon mumbled while daniela handed her some shoes, "no you're coming out and lara's gonna be there" which almost sparked something in manon, she really loved lara, and i mean loved.

see, manon had a much deeper bond with lara compred to the other girls, they connected on deeper levels compared to what they would with their dormmates. manon basically beat daniela to her car, and they drove over to megan's house.

when they arrived, lara was the one to open the door and running to manon and pulling her into a tight hug. they both giggled at the impact because they basically ran into each other, lara picking manon up with ease.

daniela walked inside of the house, seeing megan was in the back, somewhere in the backyard. "hey meg" the blonde said, appearing behind her. megan was crouched over, doing something, but daniela didn't question it.

it seemed megan was always up to something new. literally seeing her just doing shit was the most normal thing ever. it wasn't outside of her personality really. daniela went and set her stuff inside of the house before coming back with megan.

lara and manon were in the living room, this time just cuddling one another. it felt like time stopped everytime those two were together. their lives always felt like the were moving too fast, their brains were always thinking and they literally could never rest.

when they were together though? it felt like a paradise, no stress, no worries, they just felt like they're floating. you may think though, all the girls are around the same age, or about the same age, and so they all should have somewhat of a more equal experience level and they all should connect on such a deep level.

and that's right, they actually do, together. but manon had feeling for lara, she loved the redhead so much it would literally hurt her and she hated when she was feeling down because that meant she wouldn't be 100 around lara but the indian woman's energy always brought her back.

"i don't know were i'd be without you" lara whispered against manon's chest, and manon chuckled, "i think i know where i'd be" and lara perked up, "where?" and manon just shook her head, "it's okay", dismissing the entire ordeal but it made lara think.

she sat up completely, "manon, you know i love you, right?" and the brunette' eyebrows furrowed, "yeah..? why, what's going on?" and lara held her hands, looking at her, "i'm worried about you, why did you say that?"

and manon swallowed, "i just, haven't been 100 recently and today you made me feel better" and lara felt a rush of relief come over her, and smilling before kissing manon. "i'm happy i did that for you"

lara pulled the brunette back to her side, this time manon's head was restin on lara's shoulder, while she flicked through random things until megan and daniela cameback from outside doing who knows what to be honest.

some time passed before the latina and chinese women came through the door, "okayy let's go" you can hear megan say as they walked into the main room, where lara and manon were. the pair got up and made their way out with the other two, megan gave lara her keys and she rode with daniela.

but instead of going to the location, lara drove her and manon to a mountain peak. once they made it there, the pair got out of the car and went to sit somewhere random. something was in the air, manon felt like confessing right then and there —

something stopped her though, but the rehead could feel she wanted to say something. "did you wanna say something?" lara softly asked, her voice was always so light it warmed manon's heart everytime she heard it, "uhm, no....??" manon said, questioning herself while answering lara.

the indian woman couldn't bring herself to force manon to speak, so she left it alone despite how much the brunette would try, "i just wish you were able to read my mind" manon sighed out, making lara look back at her, "maybe just let me inside your mind, i might be able to find what you're trying to say."

and manon gave her a tight lip smile, and lara just chuckled before looking off. the pair sat in silence before the indian's phone chimed, she opened the message and seeing it was from daniela, "where did you two runoff to now?" and lara replied, "somewhere in the mountains" —

it all felt so right, that day her and manon were happy, so what happened within those two days that she just gave up? manon was known to miss alot of days of their classes, honestly it worried everyone that knew her. she'd disappeare for days at a time then she'd randomly come back.

but this time, she wasn't coming back. see, the day after her and lara's little run off from ther friends, they all spent the day out having the time of their life. manon was so giggly, so giddy and happy. you couldn't tell if anything was bothering her because she was so lively.

she went home before daniela did, well, to her own personal home not to the dorns, you see, manon had other plans. the brunette woman went under her bed, grabbing a box that she had been preparing for the longest time.

"today's the day" she said, sighing to herself. she didn't want to have to leave the girls she just met but it was that time. the brunette grabbed what she was using, her method of choice being overdosing. she had used the prescription her therapist had put her on a while ago that she wasn't taking regularly.

manon sat at her desk, writing down five different notes for each of the girls, leaving them a sweet message each personalized for them and all having a similar ending message with something along the lines of —

"don't blame yourself for this, you've done all you could and words can never thank you enough for giving me the happiest years of my life that i was never able to touch on my own"

when it came to lara's note, it was much harder for manon. she felt like she was abandoning the red haired woman but she also felt like lara could understand her. she could feel that lara would understand why she decided to just end it all now instead of continuing to fight for any type of happiness without being distracted or depending on someone else.

while manon wrote lara’s note, she had already taken the pills. as time passed, her eyes began to feel heavy, her phone was ringing under her body as she laid in her bed, but she wasn’t able to move. by the time that her phone sent the caller to voicemail, she had already passed out.

the caller being daniela, asking if manon was home, but it went straight to voicemail so she just texted the swiss woman and waited for her response. it was rather late in the night so daniela didn’t feel right forcing her to reply just yet but that would be proven to be the worst mistake daniela could ever make.

now i know what you're thinking, "why don't they just go over to manon's house and check on her?" — well, she never gave the look that she neeed to be checked on, the common misconception when it came to depression or one with suicidal thoughts.

it didn't begin to worry daniela until the next day when all of her calls continued to go to voicemail. she went to manon's house, knocking on her door but the brunette never came to answer it.

daniela took the spare key from under her sun visor in her car then went back up to manon's door, unlocking it and her house felt oddly cold. daniela didn't really bother to question that, honestly it was the last thing on her mind.

the latina woman ran upstairs to manon's room, knocking on the door. "her car is in the driveway" daniela thought to herself, before opening manon's door. at first she just sees the woman laying in her bed, so she began to just assume that the swiss woman was just tired.

but as she walked closer, she noticed manon wasn't breathing, she in fact hadn’t moved an inch since daniela walked in the house. daniela began to panic, shaking her friend trying to wake her up before manon ended up on her back and daniela tried picking her up.

she laid the woman on the floor while trying her best to revive manon, not having any idea how long manon was there. she called the emergency serivces, her hands were shaking as she cried, whispereing to manon, begging her to wake up and just say that it as a joke, that it's all just a prank.

but by the time the paramedics made it to manon's home, she was already dead. they tried everything they could to bring he back but nothing was working, and they asked daniela questions but she couldn't answer any of them.

daniela was frozen, seeing them put a sheet over manon's head and carry her out of the house, she felt her heart breaking into a million pieces, it felt like time had slowed down, basically stopped. it felt like that until someone tapped her shoulder, they asked daniela to come to the back because they found her notes.

daniela picked them up, and thanked them before going back to her car where she completely broke down. she didn't know what to do, she know she had phone calls to make now but she drove to sophia's house first.

the black haired waman had just gotten off of work, her night shift in the hospital, she had just got to her door when she saw daniela's car pulling into her driveway. sophia was lost, they had their tests soon and this was around the time she had to study before classes which were in a few hours, why was she here?

sophia walked off her porch, seeing the blonde woman get out of the car, "dani? hey why are you here?" sophia questioned but from the way daniela looked, it told sophia something had happned.

daniela just stood at the front door, her face red and eyes were puffy from how much she cried, she felt discombobulated. she had already called lara while she was driving to sophia's place, checking on her to see if she even knew but the red haired woman told her she was okay so daniela knew it'd be much harder letting her know what happened to manon.

daniela made it inside of sophia's home before telling her, the black haired woman just furrowed her brows, the information not registering in her brain. "this has to be some kind of joke, "manon isn't coming back" you're playing with me" sophia said doing air quotes, playing it off — but daniela shook her head, the fillipina woman stayed in denial until it clicked in her head, her heart started feeing heavier as time passed.

she felt like she was having an anxiety attack, she called lara, she didn't know why, hell daniela didn't even know, she was walking out to her car to get the notes manon had left for them. that's when sophia had told lara, but the call was different.

lara answered the phone, you could hear the shower water running in the background hile sophia was crying to lara, "l-lara.. m-manon ...she" you could her lara trying to calm down sophia, the shower water stopped before the indian woman spoke "what about her? what did she do?"

"she didn't make it" sophia got out, and lara felt her entire world stop. she didn't feel anything anymore, everything felt so cold all of a sudden, she couldn't even process the words, her ears began to ring.

the younger woman just simply replied saying "i-i'll call you back, thank you for telling me" sophia looked up, seeing daniela walking back up to her, with the papers. "those are her notes?" and daniela nodded.

the other two girls didn't know what was going on, at least they had no knowledge of what happened to manon by this point. megan was at work, covering someone else's shift while yoonchae behind in class to help the staff and teachers set up for the celebration they had going on later that week.

daniela decided to call megan after she got off of work, they tried to act as usual, how they'd treat any other day since thats what manon asked them to do once recieving the news but it was hard for them, harder for daniela since she saw them carry manon's dead body out of the house.

after daniela told megan, you could hear the ginger just laugh it off "yeah, no. she didn't do it." megan was in denial about her friend's death, daniela kept trying to tell her that she saw them carry manon out but the ginger wasn't listeing.

"i'll call you when i'm home" megan said, just laughing it off which worried daniela and sophia so they decided to dirve to megan and lara's place. the drive from their house to the ginger and red haired woman's home was a 15-20 minute drive.

by the time they got there, megan's car was already in the driveway and they knocked on the door. megan opened it, and automatically hugged daniela. the blonde woman held her in a tight embrace, rubbing her saying it was okay.

megan was in heavy denial just an hour ago, what happened that made her realize it wasn't fake? she heard lara crying, and asked her what was going on, lara tried beating around the bush but they know each other too well for them to lie to each other and lara ended up telling her the truth and thats when eveything clicked for megan.

the group walked inside, megan telling them lara was in her room. sophia walked upstairs to lara's room, to check on the indian woman but she had cried herself to sleep. sophia opened the door, and saw her laying there. sophia walked up to the sleeping girl and sat beside her, placing her hands on lara's back gently.

she could feel lara shifting in her sleep, her heart was heavy after this and it was the same or all of the girls. everyone grieves differently and in reality everyone was hurt but they had to put on a facade, a look to throw everyone away from suspecting things.

it was working until lara had a terrible mental breakdown during one of her classes, that made them question what was going on. lara normaly would cover for any of her friends absences if she was there to do so but by this point it had been a little while since manon passed, and like stated, she missed a lot of school.

lara and manon were taking at least one similar course, and that was the exact class lara had her breakdown during. the teacher pulled her aside and asked, "what has been going on with you?" the techer whispered to lara, after they walked out of the room. "i just.." lara sighed, trying to lie to her teacher about something but she couldn’t.

lara already felt so overwhelmed with all that was happneing, she just ended up telling the teacher, which her teaches gaze softened while she spoke to lara. "it's none of my business but i think you should try going to therapy. " and lara nodded, wiping her tears off of her face.

"i'll sign you out for the day, saying you have a family emergency or something similar. you'll be out until you can gcome back, what about the other girls?" the teacher was refering to the rest of their friend group and lara just shrugged her shoulders, she was overtimulated and the teacher quickly picked up on that.

"i'll email the other teaches and tell them to allow them to be out until they feel better" her teacher said before nodding and gabbing her bags from inside of the class then leaving. lara would go back home, feeling the emptiness that filled the house now, she went upstairs after leaving her bag in the car, falling face first into her bed and just sighing.

while lara laid in her bed, she could feel her heartbeat against her pillow. "lara?" the red haired woman heard a familiar voice, making her sit up. lara felt like she was going crazy, no one else was home but to make sure she called out for someone but no one answered.

once the house fell dead silent again, she heard the same voice speak, "i'm sorry". this made the indian woman start thinking to herself questioning who could be talking before she let the voice sink in her head, was it manon? it sounded like her, but, no, that’s impossible.

lara tried drowing it out, she put some headpones on and played some music, laying in her bed and as her thoughts slowed down, for the first time in so long lara was relaxed. while she slept, she heard the brunette girl again.

"hey, lara. i'm sorry for leaving you so soon" the swiss woman said softly, lara could feel the warmth of the clothes manon had on, she could feel the brunettes heart beat and she could feel the embrace.

lara cried as she hugged manon back, "i love you so much, you know?" manon said, it felt like lara was listening to an old voice message manon had recorded for her but it was all sureal. she could fee the hug, she finally felt somewhat happy with manon holding her.

"you were an amazing friend, but lara, i need you to do something for me" manon said, holding eye contact with lara, her thumb wiping across lara's cheek to wipe her tears, "i need you to stay strong for me, i need you to live out life for me. do what we planned to do for all these years"

lara nodded and she could feel manon kiss her forehead, manon smiled to her before lara woke up. everything that happened she could feel, touching her face she could feel the tear that fell down her cheek but she felt better now.

a few hours after this lara decided to start looking for therapist, finding one that was highly rated out of the entire city. lara contacted the woman and she was able to make her appointment for the next day, and that's exactly what she did.

the morning of the appointment, lara woke up happier than she did any other day, yeah she still had the anxiety but for reason she was more okay with this. she got dressed that morning and wore the perfume manon always said she loved on her.

lara got in her car, and mapped out where the location was. while she drove, she could hear little voice speaking, but it was all manon's. she payed attention to them and it as all little things manon would do or say while they drove anywhere.

lara smiled to herself while she thought about their litte mountain date, that stayed on her mind until she made it there to meet her therapist.

the raven haired woman greeted her with a hug, "hello, you must be”, she said as she went through her schedule after breaking the hug, “lara raj?" “yes that's me" lara nodded, and karina suggested they go inside and get the sessions started.

"so what seems to be bothering you?" karina asked, "well it's been the death of my friend. i was really close to her" lara started, and continued to explaining her and manon's connection.

karina nodded as the indian spoke, then began giving her some advice on how to handle this chapter of her life and helping lara being to accept this being her reality now. lara took notes while karina spoke, taking every bit of information given to her and planning how she was going to make that appear in her actual life.

soon the days turned into weeks, those weeks turned into month after month and now it was the day of manon's funeral, lara was far from prepared for this.

building up to the day, she hadn't seen manon or even heard her voice, but here she was in her bathroom getting ready for the day that she knew would drain her beyond her capacity. — the day she had been dreading.

she had been so mentally exhausted ever since that night but today she wanted to try to not let it get the best of her, "hey lara?" lara heard manon's voice again while she spaced out, she was straightening her hair when the brunette called out to her.

it had honestly been so long that lara felt like she was going crazy again, today was the last day manon's body would be exposed to any type of sunlight — that it would be above ground. "thank you for not giving up like i did" the brunette said again, lara shook her head, trying to drown it out but it was like manon was in the room with her.

or, well. she literally was, when lara walked out of her bathroom, she noticed a small dip on her bed, like someone was sitting there, it was manon. now, lara couldn't see her but the swiss woman saw her. "you look so beautiful today" manon said as she looked at lara's outit.

it was color cordenated to manon's favortie colors, different shades and everything to match all that the love of her life enjoyed. "lara, be strong today" manon said, lara noticed the dip in her bed getting lifted before feeling that same warm air pass by her.

she could feel the gentle woman's hand around her waist while she pulled her into a hug, the light weight of manon's head touching her chest, gently weighing on her. "i love you" manon said, "even where i am now, i still love you so much" lara felt like she couldn’t breathe for a second, and she started crying. as the tears fell down her face, the indian woman could feel manon wipe it for her.

"please don't cry" manon whispered before kissing lara's cheek, "i'll see you soon, i promise. i have to go now, i love you" those were the last words lara heard from manon before she killed herself that day, but here she was hearing them again from manon's spirit.

lara nodded, "i love you too, darling" lara softly said, opening her camera and seeing manon smiling at her and waving before disappearing again. lara sighed as she closed her phone, putting on her shoes before grabbing her keys.

lara attened the feuneral and she handled it much better than she thouht she would've been able to. after they buried manon. everyone was geting ready to leave but lara stayed back.

she sat near where manon was buried and just looked at the sky, she began to disassociate from reality the longer she was there, it felt draining.

even though she came in so confident and handled it better than expected, she still felt every last bit of energy that was left in her body completely leave, while she just stood there, watching her casket going down.

she didn’t cry at all, not until now. lara felt weak in this moment, she felt like she was just a bag of flesh, something dead but was living still.

she tried getting up after a while of sitting there, but something pulled her from going away. she stayed there for another thirty minutes, and when she tried to get up, she was able to this time.

she looked down at manon’s grave, then the obituary that was in her hands. she had to drag herself to her car, driving home but after that day no one saw lara again.

and when i say no one — i mean, nobody. not even lara and megan’s cats had seen her, lara never went back to their home, she went back to her family home, that was now hers and she stayed there.

the days soon turned to months since anyone had last gotten any contact to lara, she was still grieving, deeply buried in her bed. she would always sleep, and as odd as that sounds she’d taken sleeping medicine to do so because that was the only time she was able to see manon.

and i know, wasn’t she still in therapy? — yeah, but she stopped going after a few appointments. the funeral really broke her, so bad to the point where she couldn’t even function normally.

but then a knock came at the door — she got out of bed, but her head was spinning. “shit how long has it been?” she said, sitting back down trying to make sense of time and what day it was.

she stood up and was able to make it through the hallways holding onto the walls, her head was pounding but someone was also knocking on the door. — she made it downstairs before opening it, seeing a worried sophia.

her eyes were squinted while sophia’s brows were furrowed, “lara..” thats sophia was able to make out, she looked at the way lara looked. she looked so, sick.

she walked into lara’s house as the redhead turned around, saying something about her head hurting and sophia hurried behind her. "lara? are you okay? no ones heard from you in months." sophia said, the worry was obvious in her voice.

lara sighed hen she sat down, "i'm .. i'm okay" she said, trying to keep her eyes open but sophia was already in front of her "come on lara, please be honest. this is nothing like you. where is the same lara we had two months ago?"

"she died, along with manon" lara said which took sophia back, " i thought you were in therapy and gettng help lara, thats what you would alway said and show us." but lara just chuckled, "soph", making the filipina look at her.

"yeah?" the indian woman just sighed, "its easier to sell off that i'm doing better but in reality, i'm really not, i mean for fucks sake look at me!" lara yelled as she pointed to her body. sophia gasped as she looked at how thin lara was, yeah she saw her earlier at the door but she didn't exactly look at her body.

sophia stayed for the rest of the day, trying to get lara to at an be active again, but at some point sophia left to go upstairs and lara hard the voice she yearned for. "hi baby" she could manon gently say, she looked down on the seat next to her, seeing a small dent, like something or someone was there.

"it's been so long, i know." manon softly said, pulling lara on her shoulder. "i saw you last night, you know. i decided to take over the plushie that you sleep with" manon said and chuckled. which made lara smiled, she just listened to manon while she poke smiling to herself.

it felt like she was in another universe now, she actually felt happier and like she existed. it lfelt like the real world stopped for a second, lara started crying again. she hadn’t cried in so long, the flood of emotions was too much for her.

manon soon left, lara feling the emptiness of her actual life and noticing that sophia was already behind her. "i'm gonna get goi- lara are you okay?" sophia said when she saw lara's face. "no no, yeahh, i'm fine soph. thak you." lara said and sophia smiled, "you're welcome"

not long after though, sophia left, which lara just went back upstairs into her room. she laid in her bed, staring at the plushie manon got for her and just laid there while her brain began to static.

her vision slowly grew blurry as time passed, and soon everything went dark. the echo of heartbeat began to grow louder, her ears began to ring.

soon all the sounds stopped, her ears fell dead silent, everything was silent. lara’s heart wasn’t even beating anymore.

it worked.

[danieyells]

@2flowerz NOW I CAN POST THEM LOL HERE'S ED TO START WITH

PERVY OLD VAMPIRE IS AN ABSOLUTE GOOBER. . .he's also very very tired. But he has a very nice reaper taking care of him and a friendly dog that wants him to go outside more, so he has people who love and care for him even though he's. . .a little troublesome haha.

also I changed the format from previous posts and added the specific times and seasons and such for each dialogue! this should help lessen some confusion about how to get them.

July 22nd 2025: added Year 2 birthday lines

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"Ah, there you are. I've a favor to ask of you— come to my room and I'll explain."

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"Oh? It appears we have some letters. Alas, my eyesight is not what it used to be. Read them out to me, would you?"

well maybe if you didn't stare at your tablet all day. . . .

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"I have much to learn about the human world... Rui is teaching me a lot, but I cannot seem to divorce myself of careless blunders."

y'know, it's good he's trying to learn anyway. 400 years old is never too late.

"What did I do before Darkwick? I eked out a humble existence in Eastern Europe. Hm? The most powerful vampire? No, those are just rumors. "

didn't you confirm it yourself in the main story though--also if he was living in eastern europe for the past 400-ish years i wonder if he saw lyca when he was young, even if in passing? then again eastern europe isn't exactly small.

"I was taken by a sudden whim to travel abroad. I had heard good things about Japan so I came over to play, but alas, I was captured."

so he went to japan just to have a nice time for a while but the Institute decided to keep him trapped in Darkwick. . .and then they didn't listen to any warnings or concerns he had. . .no wonder he doesn't give a shit what's going on around here, why would he? They abducted him while he was on vacation--and for what?

"I have no interest in harming humans. After all, they die so quickly. They should enjoy their short lives while they can."

"(cough cough) Oh, it's you... I'm feeling worse than usual today. I don't suppose you could carry me to bed?"

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"(yawn) Good morning... What time is it? ...Still that early? Wake me up again at midday, would you?"

honestly Ed? Mood.

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"If this is about a mission, I can't help you, I'm afraid. I leave such day-to-day duties to Rui, so I suggest you ask him instead."

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I'm more or less confined to this house most days, for various reasons. I'm on my best behavior. But I'll do what I can to support you from the sidelines."

y'know, he's offering to help a little even at Affinity 3 and that counts for something in my book.

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"My favorite channel should be posting a new video at any moment... Sorry, but could we continue this tomorrow?"

you have not yet reached the stage of friendliness where you're more important than a youtube video lmao

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I don't suppose you know where Rui is? How troubling... My YouTube video has stopped playing..."

well at this hour i'd check either the bar or his room???

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Oh, it hurts... I cannot seem to shake this ache in the place Rui touched me earlier... I think I'll rest a while."

so it seems like either his limbs pop off/part of him breaks open when Rui touches him, or he suffers a great deal of pain for an extended period of time, maybe his body actively fighting extremely rapid necrosis? Rui did say that he basically insta-kills anyone who isn't super strong, so Ed being in excruciating pain instead of dying or losing a limb now and then makes sense.

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"I can't survive much sunlight. Without my parasol, I can barely go outside... (sigh) It really is quite punishing..."

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Sounds like Lyca's having fun, from all that yapping. I think it's good for him to develop some temporary bonds with humans at this time in his life."

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I felt the urge to go stargazing, so I went to a hill nearby, but Towa was there already and he chased me away."

TOWA STOP BEING MEAN HE actually he probably would have bothered you and if he smells like a corpse to you that would have been annoying even if he didn't talk to you BUT STILL DON'T BE MEAN.

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"You ought to be getting ready for bed. Me? Oh, I'll turn in soon... Just one more YouTube video."

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"Are you going for a walk? Take care not to spend too long in the garden. Humans are rather susceptible to the miasma there."

WE NEVER DID LEARN ABOUT THE MIASMA. WHAT'S UP WITH THE MIASMA WHY'S THE AIR IN OBSCUARY FUNKY.

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Do you realize that human society is controlled by a shady cabal of elites? There are many videos about it on YouTube."

I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING FOR HIS LAPTOP TO BE TAKEN AWAY OR TIME ON IT RESTRICTED. . .HE'S INTO CONSPIRACY THEORY YOUTUBERS HE'S GONE TOO FAR DOWN THE RABBITHOLE

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"The ghouls are rioting again? Ah ha ha ha, they certainly are full of energy. If you'll excuse me, I was in the middle of a YouTube video."

he simply does NOT GIVE A FUCK lmao the ghouls could be dying out there and he'd probably shrug it off. Maybe keep an eye on things with his sixth sense or have some bats watch. Maybe that's part of why so many ghouls dislike him? he doesn't have any concerns for their plights and problems?

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"How strange... I can't find my other sock. I could have sworn I put it here... Have you seen it?"

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"Lyca made a mess again? Ah ha ha ha. Try not to judge him too harshly—he's not human, after all."

i think even for non-humans there's some cleanliness to be strived for. . .even pigs are pretty clean animals from what I hear. . . .

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Rui? Is my lunch ready yet? ...Oh, it's you. You wouldn't happen to be feeling heartsore, would you?"

he's asking if you're sad because he feeds off of tears more than blood. . . . .he wanted to see if you'd cry for him. . . . . . .wait how does Rui usually go about doing this!? Does he cry every day for him???

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Rui has his tavern work at this hour. He made sure I had everything I needed before he left, though."

ed's all cozy in bed with a nice bottle of tears and his fully charged tablet, all the dirty laundry's off his floor and everything--and now you're here! everything is perfect.

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Has night fallen already? Do keep in mind that my vitality returns at this hour. You really should be more careful."

i'm kinda getting Taiga vibes here where as his affinity goes up he kind of clearly wants to eat you more, except where Taiga kinda tried to keep away from doing it until Affinity 24 where he snaps and ties you down and starts hurting you, Ed just starts warning you 'you're in danger being around me right now' lol. When he tells you to be careful he makes the sadist face, so he is telling you to be careful around him specifically. . . .

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"You can't sleep? Come, close your eyes. I'll hold you in my arms until you surrender yourself to the land of slumber."

isn't Ed's skin cold. . .I feel like it may be hard to sleep like that for most people lol then again maybe he'd be perfect for temperature regulation?

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"Ah, thank you for coming so early. I slept even worse than usual last night... The cleaning can wait. Let me rest my head on your lap, would you?"

'the cleaning can wait' huh. . .is this another Jin situation where he's started to expect you to clean up his room all the time lmao I MEAN RUI ONLY CLEANS IT ONCE A MONTH SO A LITTLE SUPPLEMENTARY CLEANING WOULDN'T HURT. . . .

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"How are you finding Obscuary? Anomalies live quite differently to humans, so you're adapting to it remarkably well... Perhaps you're predisposed?"

'hey i know you're probably scared about becoming an anomaly that will harm your loved ones and all but you may already be showing signs so you should just stop worrying and join us!' also do they really live so differently. . .so far the main difference is cleanliness lmao

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"My, where did the time go? Talking to you is just so relaxing. Why? Perhaps it's because I know I could feast upon you at any moment."

in Japanese he says something like "The sense of security of being able to strike at any moment"--he's saying he could bite you and you're so comfortable with him you wouldn't even put up a fight before he could do it. He's making his 'sadist' face, but I think he means it in a 'you're relaxed around me, and it makes me feel comfortable to' way. . . .or not. He could just mean that he appreciates you as easy prey 8D

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Really. You became embroiled in another petty human dispute? How absurd you humans are. Come here."

he feels so bad for you and always getting involved in some shit. . .you know you wouldn't have to do any of this if you abandoned your humanity and just became an anomaly?

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"So, you've come sneaking into my room in the middle of the night? You really are a wicked girl. What were you hoping for? Go on, say it."

Do you want him to feed off of you? Or do you want him to feast upon you? Or were you just that starved for his company? I feel like he's willing to put aside his tablet for you at this point, especially if you're coming into his window late at night for a little tryst.

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"Being with you brings up old, old memories... Perhaps it's because you remind me a little of her."

well he is hundreds of years old, so of course he had lovers in the past. . .I wonder if she was also mortal, and if he refuses to see humans and anomalies as compatible because of heartbreak. Or maybe he doesn't get heartbroken like some humans do, and it's just nostalgia. But for someone who struggles to remember things sometimes to have old memories stirred up, I think that's a good thing. He must feel quite old at this point, but having someone around who reminds him of being even a little younger must be nice, even if he doesn't think it will last. . .then again maybe that's part of why he seems like he encourages you to become an anomaly in his character stories. Because he'll get to have you around for longer.

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"The plants in our garden become rather lively in the spring. See? There's a little cannibalism going on over there."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"My favorite channels have been updating more frequently than usual of late. I suppose humans really do experience spring fever."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"(yawn) I look more tired than usual? Must be the spring weather... Goodnight."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Cherry blossoms are fascinating organisms. Born carrying the stench of death and falling all too soon... Just like humans, really."

i don't think most humans smell like death(unless we're referencing the poem about sakura trees having corpses beneath them to make the petals pink again) but go off i guess--also it makes it seem like he wishes humans lived longer? funny thing for a guy who thinks humans aren't compatible to say.

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"Obscuary is lovely in summer. It's so dark and cool, with a lovely miasma breeze. I've no desire to step outside its confines."

honestly living in eternal night during the summer doesn't sound bad aside from all the bugs. but the tentacle plant in the garden probably keeps most of them away, so. . .obscuary in summer sounds lovely.

(between 11am and 4pm)

"How the sun mocks me... Vampires across the nation are advised to avoid going outdoors unless absolutely necessary."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"It was so hot this morning that Rui was walking around after his shower in just a towel. A sight for sore eyes, I must say."

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH HE IS BISEXUAL. in Japanese he says that Rui was walking around soaking wet and that he's incredibly handsome but doesn't mention the towel--so Rui may have been wet and bare naked walking around Obscuary. . . .

(between 8pm and 5am)

"My air-conditioner? I believe I have it set to 64 degrees. Hm? You're cold? Humans truly are such fragile creatures."

that is almost 18 degrees celcius for the non-americans! it's not that cold imo but it's definitely a little chillier than most people like their personal space.

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"Humans take extra delight in their meals during the harvest season, do they? Interesting. Perhaps I'll follow suit."

lap up your tears nice and slow and sensual--

(between 11am and 4pm)

"The stamina and physical strength of a vampire is dozens of times that of a human. We don't need to work ou— (cough) (wheeze)"

YOU GOOD BUDDY YOU STARTED COUGHING WITHOUT EVEN MOVING i mean i get it i have asthma but still--

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Ah, the curtain of night closes. Now that the days are becoming shorter, my physical and mental health have much improved."

does that mean you don't need help getting dressed for a while--

(between 8pm and 5am)

"How beautiful the moon looks tonight. Its light is such a comfort to us non-humans. You look rather lovely bathed in it too."

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"(sigh) Even in the dead of winter, Lyca is so full of energy in the mornings... Just try to imagine waking to him barking in your ear."

that explains why you lock him out of your room lmaoooo

(between 11am and 4pm)

"What do you think of my dressing gown? Rui made it for me. It's surprisingly warm."

MOM RUI STRIKES AGAIN MAKING HIS BOY COZY CLOTHES FOR THE WINTER

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"(cough cough) I only took a few steps outside, yet I felt as though my heart froze over... It's best not to leave one's room on days like this."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"They say that on cold nights like this, humans long for the warmth of another. Well? Shall I provide it for you?"

DO YOU POSSESS THE WARMTH OF ANOTHER SIR I RECALL YOUR SKIN BEING DESCRIBED AS COLD

His birthday (Year 1): (November 10th)

"Having you celebrate my birthday makes all these long years of life worth it. How old am I? A gentleman doesn't tell."

given your estimate was 'idk 400 i stopped counting around 300' i think it's less you won't tell and more you can't tell lmaoooo

His birthday (Year 2): (November 10th)

"Yes, it is my birthday today. You wish to know my heart's desire? Hmm… If I were to say an eternity spent with you?"

Asking a lot but. . .perhaps it could be arranged. Proposal ass birthday wish lol

Your birthday (Year 1):

"It's your birthday, is it? I'll have to give you a present. What do you want? Go on, tell me."

Your birthday (Year 2):

"Happy birthday. Yes, Rui and Lyca were making quite the fuss about it this morning. Come by tonight. We can celebrate."

You might think he sounds less enthusiastic but truthfully. . .if he's inviting you over he might already have a gift planned rather than waiting for you to say what you want. Which I think is a good sign!

New Years: (January 1st)

"Happy New Year. I heard it's a tradition in this country to impart small monetary gifts. Here, for you."

OTOSHIDAMA GET!!!!

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"My, is this for me? I'm touched. I don't usually partake of human food, but I suppose I'll make an exception."

it's about the symbolism! it's the principle of the thing, even if the chocolate tastes bland to your vampire taste buds!

White Day: (March 14th)

"It seems that today those who received chocolates on Valentine's Day are supposed to return the favor. What a conscientious country this is..."

yeah but what'd you get them tho--

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"Oh, I'm burning up... I'm not long for this world... Won't you grant me one last request? ...No need to make that face. I'm joking, of course."

Halloween: (October 31st)

"Trick or treat. I'm a real vampire, you know. Give me your blood, or I'll play a trick on you."

probably the only time he's directly stated wanting to drink your blood lol

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Merry Christmas. Rather amusing for a vampire to celebrate a holy day, don't you think? Let's fill tonight with magic and wonder."

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"I'm going to lie down a while. If you need something, ask Rui."

(13 affinity and above)

"Hello? Oh good, there you are. It would be troublesome for me if you were to disappear. Let me know next time you decide to wander off."

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'D BE TROUBLESOME. I guess it's because you clean up after him and help him and stuff. . .and at higher affinities maybe he feeds off of your tears and/or blood. . . .

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"Well, hello there. It's been a while. Come over here—I've been looking forward to your return."

OUR SLOPPY LIL VAMPIRE BOY. Flirts, drinks tears, minds his own business, and is on his best behavior despite that he was abducted by Darkwick. They should be thankful he's not angrier, considering he's apparently strong enough to LEVEL A BUILDING ON HIS OWN. As his affinity goes up he seems to be more comfortable around you, although that comes with the concern that he expresses less human thoughts more openly. . .which isn't a bad thing, imo. He should be allowed to be an anomaly. He's not harming or preying on you, just saying he could and that he's dangerous. But he also just seems to like physical affection and flirting and having you do chores for him so he can be lazy. . . .

I love him lol he's stinky