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portellini · 5 months

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Deastra X Heimdall - Song quote

"Love's gonna get you killed, but pride is gonna be the death of you and you and me. (and you and you and you and me) - PRIDE. , Kendrick Lamar

Message: No warnings, chill fic. Testing the waters with this one. Deastra is the OC I made for GOW x reader fics, I linked the character info sheet below.

Word Count: 1.8k ish

Vibes While Writing: ultimate sped-up playlist for actual hot ppl

-> Deastra / y/n character info if something is confusing: https://www.tumblr.com/tia-00l/736839705205817344/deastra-gow-oc?source=share

Heimdalls" POV

Again, she's waiting by the hallway, waiting for her "giant" brother to finish with the All-father, my father. Never does she move, and yet I'm still required to watch her even though any of these drunken dim-witted gods could handle her easily. But no, Father insists that I watch her, for the sake of keeping her out of the business he has with that weird boy. So, for another reckless and loud night in the Mess Hall, I pretend to read one of Bragi's many scriptures while endlessly watching this fake god, and my gaze never falters.

"Hail ye jerk!" Oh, what is it now? I hiss to myself. An Aesir who's drunk out of their mind approaches me. "Might I ask what made the All-Father's son such a pain in everyone's ass!" He starts to slug towards me, and I move out of the way while grabbing his face and throwing him in the other direction. The drunk bumps into more drunks and now they're all fighting each other. I scoff and look back to the fake god. "..." Oh shit, where did she go?

Deastra's POV

"And thanks to that lovely drunken Aesir, I smoothly escaped that puppy's gaze." Ever since we arrived in Asgard, I realized that I never fully explored this new realm. I stretch out my arms to the sky, Tonight is the night I fully explore. I look around and wonder where I am. "Oh shoot," I think to myself. I am a bit lost. This Asgardian city isn't too hard to navigate, but I can't help but find this place repetitive to look at. The only thing that really catches my attention is what's beyond those walls. So that is where I'll go. Except I don't know how to get back to the lift, I used my shadow jump a bit too much and ended up in a random shadow beside someone's house.

"KRAA!" A sound of birds catches my attention and I look up. I see a murder of crows resting on top of a house. "Maybe I should do the same as them," I say to myself. Without voicing another thought I shadow jump to the roof of that house disturbing the crows and they fly away. "Maybe I should've chosen another roof," I whisper while looking around for the wall's lift. I squat down and look through a circle made with my fingers. I find it aaannndd I need to get close to the Mess Hall again. That's going to be a problem for me, the poor pup probably noticed I'm gone already. Sigh, I hope the murder scattering wasn't too obvious.

"Oooh it was quite obvious, Sunshine." I look up and see Heimdall towering over me. "Oh shit, how nice to see you here." I grin at Heimdall and he replies with a neverending glare. His face shows slight confusion and annoyance, am I thinking of something weird? Well, I am happy to see him, I just realized I can get him to be my guide.

"Since you're here already-", "No" Heimdall hisses. "I didn't even finish what I was going to say!" "You didn't need to," Heimdall crosses his arms and his glare intensifies. I stand up and avert my gaze from his. I can't help but be nervous. Maybe I should make a run for the lift right now? Can he stop me? Probably. "Don't bother running, you won't make it." Heimdall cocks his head. "How do you know that?" I jokingly say still avoiding his gaze. Oh wait, he has foresight, wait, does he read minds or intent? I forget. I should be more attentive around here.

"Does half of your brain not work?" Heimdall suddenly spits. "Don't think I trust you or think of you as a docile being to the All-Father. It's just what you say is literally what you think, and there's no ill intent." Heimdall steps closer to me and leans towards me. "What really goes on in that brain of yours?" His hand grabs my jaw and makes me face him. Our eyes interlock and he glares into my eyes once more.

I grow uneasy, not from the lack of distance between us, but the lack of awareness I have of his abilities. How far can he see in my mind? He scoffs and pulls his hand from my face. He steps back and turns his back to me.

"Tell me, do you see yourself as the unwanted child in your family." Heimdall looks back at me with a stupid grin on his face. "With what I saw, I can certainly confirm it." I wince at his comment. Never have I doubted the bond I have with my family, but the thought of being unwanted is something I can't get rid of, no matter how silly it might be. Father and Atreus have grown closer throughout the years, and their bond is special. Never have they done anything to make me think ill of my position as their family, it's just a thought that intrudes my peace at times. I notice that Heimdall has turned back to me and his expression is filled with amusement. He sees deeper in my mind than I can realize, rather, he sees the layer of my thoughts that I choose to reject.

"Quit it," I say. "Haha, no, I don't think I will." His grin widens. "Kratos thinks of you as a constant reminder of his past. YOU were there with him in that other world." Heimdall draws closer to me again and bends down to meet my face with his. His eyes pierce mine. "And I suppose it doesn't help that his regrets with his old family resurface with your presence." Heimdall tilts his head, not breaking eye contact. "Your so-called father will never feel for you as deeply as he does for that boy, and you know that." Heimdall stands back to his full height and peers down at me.

I smile back at the god before me. Sure, what he said bothered me for a moment and I began to feel bad for myself again. But what he said was only things that I've thought before. To add, those are my thoughts, not the truth. "I will admit that revelation of yours did hurt to hear," I say while I place my hand on my chest. "But at least if how I felt was true, I wouldn't turn into this realm's greatest jerk." My smile widens and I shadow-jump to an open field that headed towards the lift up the wall. Heimdall most likely saw this coming as he arrived there shortly after I jumped.

"Oh please, what did you mean by that?" Heimdall coos. "I am the Herald of Ragnarok, I am the one he seeks council within nearly every situation!" He continues to spaz about the many feats that would make him feel that Odin loved him truly as his son. "Out of all my brothers, I am the most competent and smartest!" I started to dull out his voice in my head, which was something he noticed right away and did not like.

Heimdall's hand pulls my shoulder making me spin around and face him. I've been in his situation with Kratos when his revenge was his sole priority. I've been with Kratos when he regretted his actions and I did begin to remind him of all his pains. I was in Heimdall's position of having a father who had no true want for you. Although, after he granted my life once more, he gave me his blood and even Faye's as a way of becoming their child, he changed and I was no longer unwanted. Even with Atreus's birth, I was never treated any differently. So thinking I was unwanted in my family is only a pain from the past that still haunts me.

"You know nothing of my intent or the feelings my father has for me!" Heimdall's voice is seething with annoyance. Did he read my monologue just now? The god's face twists. "I do the All-Father's bidding because I must protect Asgard and him. I don't do this because I'm trying to gain his attention like a needy mutt." That's not at all what I thought, did that slip from his mind?

"I may not have the same ability to read intent and thoughts as you, but I can read people to an extent." This time I step closer to the Aesir god in front of me and rest my hands on my hips. "The twisted, disgusting, despicable, and ruthless feelings that old man has towards his sons are vile. He treated Atreus much better than he probably ever did to you and your brothers right?" Heimdall's eyes twitch. "I don't have any ill intent towards anyone here just yet, because the ones I do have issues with are dead, and I frankly don't want any more bloodshed. To be completely honest with you, I pity the hell out of you, and you probably hate that." Heimdall steps closer to me, his eyes dark. "Don't speak another word." I back off once he says this, I don't mean to anger the people of this realm, let alone Odin's most favored tool.

I'm sure this ass in front of me is capable of love. Except the only thing he does love is maybe that Gulltopr thing and Odin. His familial love for Odin will never be reciprocated. I hate how much I relate to this thing. I can't help to think about it either.

"Do not believe that we are similar in any way." He hisses. "Being tasked to watch you has proven to be a pain. You've only been here for one day and I have grown to feel sick of you." Heimdall turns towards the Mess Hall. "You are a rare truthful but infuriating being that I no longer want to deal with. I can truly see there is no actual threat to you being here, so I don't need to bother with you right now." Heimdall storms off. Before he leaves, I can't help but blurt one last thing.

"HEY!" I shout out.

Surprisingly he stops in his tracks. "Your love for Odin is gonna get you killed, but pride is gonna be the death of you and me." Heimdall turns his head to me, his face filled with annoyance. "And what do you mean by that?" My mind is blank, I don't know, I just said it. "No idea actually, don't dwell too much on it golden boy," I say to him with the intent of peacefully ending what feud we just had. I recall what I was doing, going to the wall. I begin to trek to the lift once more, forgetting about Heimdall who hasn't looked away from me. The gods of this realm are much more tolerable than the ones I knew in my previous existence. I genuinely hope to co-exist with these gods, even Heimdall.

Note: Do y'all like it if I color code who talks? Or only if I do it partially.

#x reader #god x reader #gow ragnarok #gow oc #newwriter #heimdall #heimdall x reader #heimdall x oc #fanfic #heimdall imagine

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codenamehazard · 6 months

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.:Smack-Talk Smackdown:.

Chapter 22: Smack-Talk Smackdown

Hey guys!

I've been having this floating around in my head since the beginning of No Man's Land thanks to @rogueshadeaux and I talking about the crazy nonsense. So shoutout to her for handling my late night ramblefests!

Go read her story, InFAMOUS: Erosion! She's worked so hard on it and it's starting to get crazy!

Without further ado, let's jump in!

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“Where the hell are you going?!”

My ringing ears pick up the pigeon’s shouting as I storm out of his trailer, god I already knew Dove was a pain in the ass but now I learn that this birdbrain not only has shit taste in music, he can’t carry a fucking tune!! Jesus Christ, for once I’m thankful for my god-damn tinnitus as I would much rather listen to the high pitched whining than Dove’s bubble gum hyperactive ear-murder!

“Out!” I growl. “I ain’t going to subjugate myself to your shitty ass bubble-candy bullshit or your god-awful singing a second more!” I can see Dove’s about to say something, but I quickly shut the door as hard as I can before walking off. Thank God the HEMTT has stopped for a pit-stop, I was about ready to knock the beansprout out.

I can see Pangolin prairie dogging out of the building that the Convoy stopped at to see what the commotion is, but he shrugs before going back to whatever he’s doing. I’m guessing games of musical trailers ain’t uncommon. Whatever. I walk to the trailer of someone I know for a fact has a much more palatable taste in music than the tone-deaf pigeon. Kestrel.

I don’t care if she’s going to throw a fit about me barging in, I’d rather deal with that dumbass bird’s smart mouth than birdbrain number 2’s god-awful music, both in choice and singing prowess… At least her music taste could sooth my throbbing eardrums.

I grab hold of the door and slide it open, prompting a loud and sharp yelp from inside. I’m greeted by a face of shock that quickly changes to one of annoyance. Kestrel’s eyes glows hot as she glares at me

“What in the actual fuck, Cole?!” I hear the bird squawk out as she stands up from whatever she was doing to walk towards me, intending on barring my entry, but I jump in and shut the door before she could stop me. “I thought you were bunking with Dove!”

“Well that was before I knew how much of a walking tinnitus agitator he was” I growl and I rub my ears to try and soothe the throbbing. “At least you have good taste in music, so the choice is obvious.” I can hear her groan in irritation, but I can tell by her face, she can’t really argue.

“Grrrr… Fine! You can stay!” She shouts as she spins a crank wrench. “Next time you decide to be a prick, knock… And if you plan on keeping your hands, DON’T. Touch. My shit!” Her voice snarls as I feel her eyes bore into the back of my head.

“Oh yes, of course your royal bitchiness.” I scoff and Kes rolls her eyes before throwing her hands up in the air, akin to how I’ve seen Nix do those years before. She walks back over to… Whatever she was working on.

“I mean it, MacGrath. I don’t care that you’re the Beast or how strong you are, you touch my shit and I will cut your hands off!” She warns before crouching down by what looks like a mangled mess of metal and scrap, but on closer inspection, I see what it is.

It was her bike, or rather what was left of it.

Well… That explains her foul mood.

I lean back on a wall that faces her and the door and I look around the place. It’s… An interesting set up. On one side of the trailer, she has a mini-forge set up with the kit and kaboodle needed to make weapons on the go… Hell, I can see what looks like containers full of scrap and ingots. Then there’s the other side set up more like a bedroom, except instead of a bed, she has a hammock. Huh… Not a bad idea. I look at the shelves and see various things… Legos, rocks, a gameboy… A… Jar of feathers? Hm…

I turn my attention back to the bird as I feel the HEMTT shift, must be back on the move again. I watch her work and notice that… She doesn’t have her tendrils out. Odd, but okay. None of my business. She’s elbows deep in the scrap and working away. Curiosity starts getting the better of me as I never really got a chance to see the bike in its full glory before she wrecked it.

“So, what’s it based on?” I question.

“The base bike was a Kawasaki KX.” She grunts simply as I watch her switch out the wrench for her hands, using her power as both welder and cutter. I continue to ask questions about the bike, but she starts getting short with me.

“Would you just shut the fuck up?” She snaps. “I’m trying to focus on fixing this and you’re not helping.” Oooooh, she’s still sore about the bike. I grin to myself as I see an opportunity to stir up trouble.

“It’s a shame you had to go and wreck it.” I sneer, earning me a heated glare.

“Excuse me? You wrecked it, not me.”

“I wasn’t the one driving it, little birdie.” I snicker. “You were the one who crashed it.”

"Yeah because there was a murderous electric spider monkey trying to cook my brain meat while we were going 80, what the hell else was I supposed to do?" She pulls back, bumping her head and swearing before turning around to glare at me, hands on her hips.

“Not crash it.”

“And let you kill me? Hard pass! I’m still holding you responsible!” Sure… Whatever helps you sleep at night. “I oughta make you fix my bike since you’re the one who broke it!” The bird snarls as I smirk at her. She was the one who wiped out the bike, not me, but whatever. I look at the partially rebuilt menace of a machine before looking at Kestrel.

“Aight.” I chuckle. “Just don’t get pissy when I go and cut the break lines.” My grin grows as I watch the Gunsmith turned mechanic roll her eyes so hard, they would have rolled out of her head.

“Uh, did you forget who’s fixing the Amp, sparkplug?” She sneers as she twirls a crank wrench in her hand. Her body posture taking on a serious dose of attitude. “I kiiiiiinda can’t hold up my end of the bargain if I’m roadkill.”

“You survived that crash, I’m sure you’ll be fine with a brake failure.” I taunt with a smirk.

“Are you planning on juicing me up with some of that Beast power when that happens, hm? Because last time I checked, I’m re-enforced, not invincible!”

“Maybe if you beg.”

“Fat fucking chance!!” She scoffs. Her little snip kicks off a competition of wit and will. Insults and snarks fly back and forth and without anyone to interfere, the smacktalk can escalate freely and without interruption

I can feel something inside stir as we put each-other through our verbal paces, something I wouldn’t dare say to her or anyone. There’s… A feeling of… Excitement? I hate to admit it but that’s what it feels like. I’m… Starting to really enjoy this little game that our rage has turned into and I can see it in her eyes and how her mouth struggles not to twist into a grin that she’s sharing the same sentiments.

I have to give it to her, the girl can fight and her audacity is still as astounding as it was when we first clashed. Not backing down, not even to The Beast. Not even taking that title or the power it has into consideration of how I could fuck her up in several different ways.

It’s… Almost humanizing. Definitely refreshing.

The arguing and shouting continues to escalate, it becomes a blur with how second nature it feels to me, the only thing that snaps me out of it was a sudden grapple at my shirt and a pull. Soon we’re embroiled in a grapple match as we try to knock the other over. Me trying to use my strength while she uses her agility to throw her metal enforced body around and make me fall. The thing that stopped us is the sound of a crackling loudspeaker and a voice.

“WILL YOU TWO PINING IDIOTS KEEP IT DOWN?!?!” Mako’s voice roars over the speaker as we stop and stare at it, still grappling one another. “IF I CAN HEAR YOUR FOREPLAY OVER THE HEMTT AND INUYASHA TURNED UP AT FULL BLAST, YOU’RE TOO FUCKING LOUD!!”

What the hell?! What in the name of God makes her think that we were?? We were fighting!!

“If you two don’t either knock it off or keep it down, I will come over there and I will kick BOTH OF YOUR ASSES!!!” The speaker turns off with a click and the two of us stare at each-other before pushing each-other away. Kes dusts herself off before glaring at me. I can see it in her eyes she wants to keep going, but with Mako’s threats sucking the wind from the sails we just settle at glaring at each-other before exchanging one last insult.

“Bitch.”

“Dick.”

We walk back to our respective sides of the trailer, her to her bike and me to the wall. When I see that Kes has her eyes focused on her project, a small smile slips onto my face. I hate to admit it to myself, but that was… Fun.

I’ll have to mess with her again soon.

#infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #caper #blast shard caper #Mako #conduit ocs #Dove #Pangolin #Look at these idiots #I love them so much #Idiots #The lot of them

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larixxz · 4 days

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[𝕜𝕟𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕩𝕠𝕔] 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅”Goodnight..!” . . .

characters included: Genya Shinazugawa, Risa Hayashida.

(this might be a little short so sorry in advance😭🙏)

“CAW! CAW!”

The loud cries of a crow drew attention of some passers towards the animal and Risa Hayashida, the Dragon Hashira, while she was moving towards a town. She quickly offered the bird her arm as a place to rest and softly caressed his head.

Risa: “Long time no see, Naoki.” she smiled at the bird. “I see your wing is getting better now. You grew very beautiful feathers!” she remarked since the bird accidentally flew into a very dull, hard tree in the past week.

Naoki loves the attention received by her but stops himself from acting silly as he wants to be known as a very serious crow by the demon slayer ; “North-northwest! North-northwest! Your next mission is taking place in north-northwest! You are obligated, by the headquarters, to patrol the village Birakoshi this night!”

Risa: “Oh, I see. Is it far away from where we are right now?”

Naoki: “23 miles only!”

She chuckled at his “only” comment.

Risa: “Understood, big guy. I’m heading right over there!

Naoki: “Ke-ke-ke!” he softly cackled before flying up again. “Start running, start running! You won’t get in there if you keep the same pace!”

Risa rolled her eyes as she waved goodbye when the crow finally left her alone.

When it was time for Naoki to leave, she immediately adjusted herself to the new location. According to him, there were multiple complaints and announcements from villagers about demon’s night attacks to the Demon Slayer Corps but thankfully no one died, only some suffered minor injuries.

Risa: “23 miles, you say…”, she thought to herself, looking up at the bright sun. It was only 10 o’clock in the morning. “If I keep the pace, I should arrive around.. 4 o’clock!” she smiled to herself as she made her way there.

Except… it did not. The sun was slowly setting down when she reached the destination and all of the villagers were already preparing for the night. No problem, as soon as the moon shows up, the patrol will begun.

She remained at a distance, observing the little houses from afar and not making her presence known. If she would, maybe the opponent will realise and retire.

She has to be on guard, of every sound and every move.

After a while…

It appears that, in that particular night, another demon slayer just so happened to come across that area.

It was Genya.

Genya: “Crap, that bastard really got a grip on me! “he groaned to himself as he looked down at his injuries and wiped his foamy mouth. Currently, he is in his demon form.

“Whatever, at least I erased that demon’s ass out of this earth, hahah!”

“I’ll be a hashira, soon enough.”

However, even though his ability brings a great advantage such as regeneration, he also doesn’t want to be seen in this form so he quickly tries to find a shortcut to get out of there.

“Hm..?” Risa turn around for a second, hearing heavy thud of boots from afar. The trees were not helping her discovering the cause of those sounds, so standing up was the only solution. It couldn’t been an animal.

Risa: “Is that the demon that has attacked the villagers?!” she thought to herself, as she noticed a very predominant feature of this demon’s appearance: bright yellow highlights.

Risa did not had time to think- it has to be it! She needs to take that demon down or never. Her sword was quickly withdrawn out of it’s scabbard as she practically sprinted towards the opponent when, in reality, she mistook Genya for a demon.

He did not noticed or heard her until she stepped and snapped in half a small branch-

Genya: “Huh-“ his instincts made him turn his head around instantly; but seeing a blade 2 centimetres away from his face was not on his today’s list. His eyes widened and jumped away, confused by this encounter. “What the hell?!”

He took a better look at Risa and immediately recognised her, as he saw her multiple times at the Butterfly Mansion. The only question in mind that occured to him was; “Why?” Why was she attacking him?!

It did not helped when Risa began using her breathing techniques too. Everytime he tried to spoke up or notify her of the actual situation, she immediately shut him down with unnecessary thrusting kicks offered directly into his jaw.

Genya: “WHAT TH-“ Yet again, his sentence did not had the chance to finalize since she was already slamming him against the trees.

He hit his head a litte too hard, making his surroundings foggy but observed that the hashira was moving towards him closer and closer. He couldn’t utter a single word, only mutter gibberish.

Risa: “Save yourself the prayers. Demons like you will not need them in hell anyway.” she stated, grabbing him by the hair and raising the sword up, ready to slash his head.

“First form, Inferno Breath”

Risa: “Goodnight, demo-”

Genya: “I’M NOT A DEMON!” He finally shouted, making the hashira stop right at limit and nearly cutting the skin barrier of his neck.

“What?” She was a little confused and curious, as if she was demanding an explanation for his statement.

Genya: “I am not a demon!” he repeated himself, with his more concise, angry usual tone. “I’m a demon slayer, dammit!”

Risa took a better time examining his face features. Surely, he doesn’t look like your typical average demon but how can he explain his predominant physical traits?

Risa: “What’s your name?” she simply asked, slighty moving the blade from his neck in order to have a chance to explain himself but not completely take away her sword out of his sight.

Genya: “…” he was a little hesitant but still did so; “.. Genya Shinazugawa.”

Risa: “Huh.”

After hearing him pronounce his last name, her eyes widened up open. She quickly withdrew her blade into the sword’s case.

Risa: “……Is he.. Is he Shinazugawa’s sibling?” she asked herself as she finally began to see the obvious similarities between the siblings.

Her face expression completely changed into a horrified one, her jaw hitting the floor.

Risa: “Are you Shinazugawa’s brother!?” she frightfully asked, hoping it would a no answer but seeing him nod to her question made her really embarrassed.

She quickly helped him get up and checking him up for any injuries. “I am so, so sorry! It was a huge mistake!”

Genya: “…It’s fine.” his voice quickly became more softer and lower. He looked away the entire time Risa talked to him.

Seeing him not so resposive made her even more anxious and internally screaming; “He hates me now, I know it!”

In order to make herself feel less guilty about the whole situation, she brought Genya to the Butterfly Mansion in order to get his wounds healed. She insisted, despite him being his to bring him on her back since he suffered a major injury in his right leg.

By the time they arrived, his demon form already disappeared and looked normal.

Risa: “We arrived! I don’t know if Shinobu is still awake but she should be.” she smiled, staring at the building for a few seconds. “H-“

Before she could speak again, he quickly got off her back and entered the mansion , only muttering a quick “Thank you.” It made Risa smile a bit awkwardly but still waved back at him, saying one more thing before ending their conversation;

“Goodnight, Genya!”

(sorry for any grammatical mistakes, it’s currently 3am, i lack sleep and english is my second language but i will definitely check it again in the morning after i wake up😭)

also, if u reached here tysm for reading and take a moment to appreciate my art piece hahah

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jwowwsboobs · 4 months

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15: Have any pets?

noo i dont but my sister has these loud ass birds only she n my mom like. EYE want a cat or a lil white dog 2 hate everybody but me & carry around w me as my lil purse dog … probably wont get one 4 a while but eventually…mayb. u never know. i just think it would b so cute

18: Are you scared of spiders?

if im outside…no thats theyre home im a guest in their house. if they r in MY house i WILL scream. sorry but u r not an honored guest here. the only exception is a daddy long legs cuz i know they dont mean any harm so i just pick thm up n put thm gently outside :) any other spider in my house is dying by shoe

51: Favourite food?

PIZZAAAAAAA 🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕i live 4 pizza i die 4 pizza she is my everything my bestest friend I love her so fucking much dude I love pizza

57: Do you believe in true love?

its like...a mayb like i dont believe in love at first sight i think thats a little ridiculous i think love is something tht u build but i do believe tht u can find love tht will last u 4ever u know wht im saying like lifelong friendship i think thts a kind of true love ... n i follow this account on instagram tht interviews couples in new york n asks thm how they met n wht they still love abt eachother n when i see those couples looking at eachother n talking 2 eachother i believe theyve found true love ... i think its out there but not everyone gets it or they do but its different thn mayb wht they want ...

#asks #romeo #THANK U <3 SENDING U ALL TH LOVE HOPE U R WELL I AM PRAYING 4 U N THINK OF U OFTEN W GREAT FONDNESS

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hualianff · 2 years

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Roomies 2 《1》

HC and HX begin the ultimate prank war and YY becomes the accidental victim of it 75% of the time.

After being smacked with flour, splattered with paint, attacked with a nerf gun (nipple & crotch shots), etc, it’s clear YY will never know peace again as long as he lives with these two bird-brained fools.

Paranoid in his own damn home…what a shame. For compensation, YY pays a little less than the other two when it comes to the rent. It’s the least HC and HX could do.

But now, as YY stands in front of the toilet with piss all over the floor, he briefly wonders if it’s best to move out entirely.

See, HX is an incredibly light sleeper. A noise as subtle as a floorboard creaking WILL wake him up, which is why he looks like death 24/7. (HC’s words, not YY’s, though YY doesn’t disagree.)

The thing that irks HX the most is stoopid HC going pee at fucking 3 AM and interrupting his beauty sleep! Cut to HX discreetly putting plastic wrap on the toilet seat at midnight, thinking it’ll be a good lesson for HC to think twice before pissing in the middle of the night.

Who would've thought that instead of HC, YY - who had had too much water before bed that day - would end up playing watersports with the godforsaken, plastic-covered toilet.

That night, YY made sure to wake both HX and HC up by yelling at them for involving him in their childish rivalry.

Still, the pranks continue.

Once, Hualian came back to an apartment with the lights turned off. Before either of them could reach for the light switch, a loud battlecry followed by the lights blasting on revealed a man dressed in all black, donning a white mask and a nerf gun as he charges at the couple-

Except XL is in the front. And he shrieks bloody mary while socking the mysterious intruder in the jaw!!

The man instantly drops the nerf gun and groans, sounding suspiciously like HX…

“Fuck. That fucking hurt,” indeed HX scowls, backing away. XL gasps in realization.

“Ah! He Xuan, it’s you?”

Standing behind XL, HC’s eye is the size of a whole ass saucer for a split second. Then, the dude just bursts out laughing. While XL steps forward to remove the mask and inspect the damage, HC makes eye contact with an exacerbated YY and begins choking on his spit.

However, in the middle of his giggle fit, HC is berated by a smol boyfriend.

“San Lang, don’t just stand there. Get me a wet washcloth!” XL demands with serious eyes.

HC: 👄👁

HC, still trying to catch his breath from cackling at HX’s misfortune, takes his sweet time with that washcloth. But a pressed “San Laaang!” coming from XL is enough to get him moving.

Meanwhile, XL gently holds HX’s face in his hands, apologizing for punching him. HX is more than aware that this was a consequence of his own actions, and tells XL as such. And shit, yeah, XL trained in martial arts growing up. That explains the dark, purplish bruise already beginning to form on HX’s jaw.

“Gege can let go of the dumbass now. I can take it from here,” HC’s saccharine voice chirps.

HX suddenly becomes hyper-aware of XL’s hands still cradling his jaw and a certain someone’s glare burning a hole through his head.

***

XL is naturally a very touchy person. After getting permission from them each time, he often hugs HX and YY upon greeting and leaving. All three residents of that apartment are touch-deprived. Plus, it’s not like they go around hugging each other so casually before.

But the way XL tucks so easily under their arms, arms wrapping around their middle and squeezing…how can they not love it? So every time XL opens his arms in invitation, every one of them swoops in for a warm hug.

HC is proud on XL’s behalf. He can tell by his roommate’s fidgeting hands that they secretly cherish XL’s hugs. Which they should! HC knows his boyfriend gives the best hugs! And the best kisses. And-

Not that those fools will ever get the chance to confirm.

***

XL often stays the night at their apartment because he ALWAYS FALLS ASLEEP. On the couch watching a movie while tucked into HC’s side. At the dining room table working on his laptop. Or he simply makes a beeline for HC’s bed as soon as he enters their apartment.

He’s a tired bby.

Whenever XL falls asleep, HC carries him to bed while HX walks behind holding XL’s backpack and YY brings the cup of tea XL was drinking. A group effort!

Once XL is settled into HC’s comfy bed, everyone lingers for a second to admire how cute and peaceful XL looks while asleep. A content whimper from XL breaks HC out of his trance, forcing him to do a double take upon realizing his roommates are in the same predicament.

Smack!

HC slaps their chests and pushes them away, all while HX and YY whisper-shout their complaints.

(XL sneakily smothers his smile into HC’s pillow.)

Sometimes, hours later, XL will wake up but HC still isn’t in bed with him! No boyfriend to cuddle him and provide warmth! >:(

Thus, burrito-blanket-XL wanders out of the room and demands HC come to bed soon.

Everyone once again coos at how adorable he is.

***

There’s no Hualian without Hualian PDA.

HC will be walking around shirtless with sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, and XL will stop everything he’s doing and just stare. Shamelessly.

HX and YY are DONE.

(YY: *passes a napkin to XL*

XL: “thanks! but what for?”

HX: “for the drool”

XL stammers out an excuse of “I DO NOT DROOL” and HC simply chuckles as he hugs XL from behind.

HC, kissing XL’s cheek: “I don’t mind if it’s Gege.”)

If the roomie trio is out in public and someone attempts to flirt with or ask HC out, HX and YY are fully prepared to step in and weaponize the harsh reality.

“There’s absolutely no way you stand a chance, not against Gege,” HX whispers through a cough.

“You’re trying to ask out an anchored man,” YY deadpans.

***

HX jokingly to HC: “If you and Xie Lian ever break up, I’m picking him.”

HC slugs HX’s on the shoulder for that one.

HC on the outside: “fuck you”

HC on the inside: “if Gege and I ever break up?” 😭

Later, in HC’s room...

HC testing out how much XL loves him cause that left him feeling insecure: “Gege, would you still love me if I was a worm? 🥺🥺🥺”

XL: “San La- what in- you-“

HC, borderline crying: “ANSWER ME 😭😭😭”

XL: “I- you know I don’t particularly like worms-“

HC: “IM JUST CHOPPED MEAT ARENT I??”

XL: “WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?”

HC: “PLEASE DONT BREAK UP WITH ME IM BEGGING YOU”

XL: 😧

XL: 🥺🥺 “YOU THINK WE’LL BREAK UP!?!?”

HC IN A PANIC: “GEGE MARRY ME”

XL: “SAN LANG!”

And with a firm slap to the chest - courtesy of a panicked XL - HC’s forced to calm down and actually THINK before he speaks.

HC: “OUCH NOT THE TITS”

YY AND HX IN THEIR ROOMS: 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

***

Sometimes, XL arrives at the apartment before HC. He has a key and everything - the unofficial fourth roommate.

And at this moment, another mouth competing for food.

YY and XL are currently staring at the lone piece of pepperoni pizza. XL turns to give YY the full puppy eyes. YY clenches his teeth and purposefully avoids XL’s face.

YY on the inside: “I GOTTA PUT ME FIRST 😭 I GOTTA PUT ME FIRST”

HX, just passing by: “why are you both staring at a piece of pizza…gimme” *snatches it and walks away*

XL and YY sharing a look, nodding at each other.

XL catapults himself onto HX’s back while shouting to YY: “GET THE PIZZA”

HX BEING STRANGLED BY XL: “WHAT THE FCUK”

YY jabbing HX’s stomach for good measure: “GOT IT”

When HC and his comedic timing pushes the front door open, everyone freezes. XL has a foot on HX’s back -who is dying on the floor - and YY clutches the single pizza slice in triumph.

HC: 🤨

HC: “is that my leftover pizza?”

All eyes turn towards the pizza slice, which already has one bite missing.

XL: “San Lang, you always tell me ‘Gege, what’s mine is yours.’ This holds true, yes?”

HC: “yes, of course”

XL snatching the pizza away from YY: “give it here, sucker”

HC: “what on earth goes on”

Everyone’s stomach growls.

HC: “why didn’t you just order food then?”

YY and HX: *mental facepalm*

XL: “nom nom pizza 🥰”

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #yin yu #he xuan #modern au #cerdrabbes #slightly crack #dysfunctional dynamics

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@beans-bacon69 Silly lil one shot based on Beans-Bacon69 art of Bird!Sniper and Invisible!Man Spy from Team Fortress 2! I loved that art so much I felt a DANGEROUS amount of inspiration and absolutely needed to write this bad boy. Thank you to the anon who started this idea with a previous ask on Bean’s account, I take zero credit for the ask/post fic trend they started! Thanks for the wonderful idea Anon friend! Loved that adorable lil fic of Sniper x Spy for Beans too! So cute! Anyhow, please enjoy this one shot inspired by Beans-Bacon 69’s art! :3

Yer a Hoot! By TF2-Gremlin

There was a loud rustle of wings after the awkward as hell stare down. All Spy could really do was blink. Whatever happened, rather, gotten into Sniper, was just like a light switch. Well, this REALLY SUCKED. Being the daft BIRD BRAIN HE IS, Sniper literally spread his gorgeous copper rusty red banded wings and took flight to the nearest tree, where he was perching like a FREAKING BIRD. Oh, god how badly he needed a cigarette. And unfortunately, those and his favorite lighter were in HIS hands.

“SNIPER! SNIPER GET YOUR SKINNY AUSTRALIAN ASS DOWN HERE ZHIS INSTANT!” Spy roared, feeling his tight wrappings over his head and parts of his body his suit exposed to sun and the elements tighten a bit. Damn perspiration, always made his wrappings bunch and constrict. Plus stress was horrible for his gorgeous face. That bird brain was so going to be his dinner by the time he got his cigarettes bac-

“HOOT!” Sniper called loudly, half turned to Spy now. Originally, he had his back to him, so perhaps this was a ugh… Starting point… Those large eerie yellow orange eyes GLEAMED at him in the moonlight. The way his nose was shaped and how dark the shadows were framing his hunched over body made it look semi like a beak if he didn’t know any better. Mon Dieu, Sniper looked positively horrifying right now if he was quite honest. To say the least Spy was NOT enjoying himself.

“SSSNNNIIIIIPPPPEERRRRRR!!!!” He roared, flushing at not being in control. That was something he could not stand about him. His bloody unpredictability. Wait- DID HE JUST USE BLOODY?? LIKE THE SNIPER??? Gritting his teeth he grumbled to himself angrily, massaging his temple with a gloved hand. Oh mon dieu, this was going to be a long night. Once again he glared up at winged lover, from the base of a VERY large tree. No chances of climbing it, his suit would bet dirty! Not to mention the times Scout attempted it and fell out and broken a few limbs.

Medic was LIVID, each time. Medic kept losing a few parts from his fury, not that the man was very put together in the first place…. Swear that mad manic was related to Dr. Frankenstein, or literally was the monster from that outcome… or both. Even Soldier was stupid enough to try. That ended even worse than Scout’s encounters from the Medic.

Both ended up coming out WORSE than they entered. Honestly, it was utterly hilarious… Those two needed a solid lecture and Medic set them right back into their place. God he wish Medic were here, that man despite his lack of sanity would he incredibly useful right now. For the moment it was just himself and Sniper, who literally flew the coup. With his cigarettes, no less.

“Hoot?“ Sniper replied hearing his name, those unsettling massive orbs just staring down at him. The rate Sniper’s pupils grew and shrank gave him the absolute creeps! He HATED it when he did that. And the neck thing, oh that freaked him out so badly. Thankfully, he seemed extremely disinterested in doing any of his freakish owl things. Except hooting. That was getting annoying.

“Sniper this is your last warning! Come down at ONCE!” Spy snapped, stamping his foot. Several seconds pass. Sniper blinks, once, twice, a third time. Then… hooted. “HOO HOO!” Was all he got in reply. That did it. Spy flew into a series of French cursings, kicking and tossing sticks and anything light enough he could in outrage. During his little fit, something landed on his head. His left eye twitched. Slowly and carefully he reached for it.

Luck seemed to favor him, finally! There were few things the Sniper treasured more than his hat. Staring at the Stetson that landed on his head and now in his hands, the Spy GRINNED. Finally. He had a plan of action.

“Oooooooooooooooooh Bushmaaaaaaaaaaaan~” he said teasingly, now wearing his fiancé’s hat. A soft gasp escaped jis lips once he looked up. Uh ooooh. That’s. That’s bad. Sniper was no longer there. One thing he did forget, being part owl…. His wing beats were silent. Being a sniper, he was dead quiet. Oh, merde.

Wearily he took a single step back, and hit something. Warm. Uh oh. A heavy hand hit his shoulder, giving him a hard squeeze. A shiver ran down his spine. OH MERDE. Really he didn’t feel like turning around. Spy screamed loudly once he felt someone grab his waist and pull him close. What the-

Soft little hoots and the only thing Spy could guess was Owl equivalent to purring could be heard, Sniper stooping over and had his arms around his chest and waist. Sniper gently pressed his face into Spy’s neck, nuzzling him gently. The sound of some wing rustles meant he was very content. With a loud sigh of relief, Spy set his hat back on his head. That earned a soft smile from Sniper who kisses his cheek.

“Heh, love ya know yer a *snort* HOOT, right?” Sniper asked, barely keeping his laughs under control. Spy’s blue grey eyes shot open, before turning and grabbing the bushman’s shirt collar. HE COULD NOT BE SERIOUS!

“BUSHMAN, YOU HAVE BETTER BE KIDDING ME ZHAT ZHIS WAS NOT A JOKE ZHIS WHOLE TIME!!!!!!!!” He roared in absolute fury, shaking him furiously. Sniper was literally laughing so hard he was wheezing, struggling even to stand up. Tears began rolling down his face, as he did his best to catch his breath. Needless to say, Spy was SEETHING.

“YOU ARE HORRIBLE!” Spy cried out, cheeks burning badly. He huffed folded his arms and turned his back, visibly insulted and upset. There was a faint click and the sound of metal grinding against metal, and a spark. Spy blinked, and turned around. In his hand, Sniper carefully held a lit cigarette, and his favorite cigarette container and lighter. In his other hand, was a fancy box of French chocolates that he used to get imported from France before the factory went under. He hadn’t had any of those in 15 years- how did he-…

“Heh sorry fer the lil prank love… didn’t mean to upset ya today but… ya know Ah can’t help but be a bird brain under a full moon…” he offers sheepishly, that derpy smile he loved so much creeping across his face. The box had a little letter attached that read “Avec tout mon amour et mon coeur, Sniper.” Spy felt tears begin to sting his eyes, as he smiled and sniffled a little.

“Merde, you are such a birdbrain…” he said with a soft laugh, rubbing his eyes with the back of a glove and taking the cigarette, carefully hugging him. Sniper smiled, craning his neck neck to press a kiss onto his love’s forehead. “Ahm YER birdbrain…” he said softly, peppering Spy with kisses.

“I guess, how you said, Sniper… You are a… HOOT…” Spy says, trying his best to mock his Australian accent.

“God that was BLOODY awful! HOOT!” Sniper said, both looking at one other before bursting into laughter, holding one other in their arms under the bright moon. Sniper’s wings wrapped lovingly around Spy and both enjoyed the rest of the night together feasting on chocolate under the watchful eye of the moon.

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chrisbitchtree · 2 years

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The One With Billy & Steve's Trip to Poundtown Vol. 2

Harringrove Week - Day 6

Prompt - Exhibitionism

1.2k - Contains smut

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For months, Billy had not so subtly hinted that a video camera would make the perfect 25th birthday present for him. He would leave the catalogue from the local big box electronics store open to that page, and constantly recited the things that he could do with a video camera of his own. “Think of all the possibilities, Stevie,” he’d say as they laid in bed or went for a drive. “We could go Sasquatch hunting and I could bring back evidence, we could film our lives and show our future children that we were once cool, or I could make commercials for the store!”

Billy did have a point with that last one. They’d opened a small music shop the year before and had recently been talking to the local public access cable channel about running advertisements for the store during their programming. It would be too big of a cost to hire a production company to make commercials for them, but if he could kill two birds with one stone by using Billy’s birthday present to film it, he could justify the cost of buying the camera for him.

Steve had finally relented, putting a bit away each month until he could afford it. The other man had thanked him endlessly, and in true Billy fashion, the first thing he’d used the camera for was to film a solo sex tape for Steve’s viewing pleasure.

Steve had gotten hours of enjoyment out of it, both alone, and with Billy, using it as foreplay, or sometimes just watching it together while they jerked each other off on the couch. Steve thought back to one such time.

“Is that hot, baby?” Steve asked, stroking Billy’s dick, smearing precum down the length of it. “You like getting off to watching yourself on display for me?” On screen, Billy had three fingers jammed in his ass, and he was moaning Steve’s name like a whore as he stripped his dick at lightening speed.

“Yeah, princess,” Billy said, nodding, bucking into Steve’s fist, as he let out a loud moan. “It’s all for you. Always for you, babe.”

“Such a good boy, Billy. So good of you to do this for me,” he whispered in his boyfriend’s ear before taking his lobe between his teeth and biting sharply. Those words of praise did it for Billy, and he came, spilling over Steve’s fist. Steve stroked him through it, petting his sweaty hair. “I love you baby. Thank you for this.”

***

They’d loved Billy’s tape so much that it had inspired them to film one together. It had been a blast, thinking of different positions and filming angles, and the finished product, Billy & Steve’s Trip to Poundtown, hadn’t left the VCR in their living room for weeks, except to travel to the VCR in their bedroom. They’d finally had to cut themselves off when they found themselves watching it in the evenings instead of real movies or TV, fucking the living daylights out of each other while they watched themselves on the television.

It wasn’t long before they had a sequel in the works though. They spent even longer planning this one, renting professional porn films and watching them while they jotted down notes, trying to figure out the logistics of different moves.

“Babe, babe, come here! Check this out,” Steve would call to Billy, as the other man prepared dinner. “Do you think we could do this move?”

Billy would rush in, knife in hand, ready to make his judgments. “Not only do I think we could do it, I also think we could do it better. Put it on the list.” The aforementioned list was becoming unwieldly, and they’d started thinking about creating volumes 3 and 4.

“Done,” Steve said, scribbling it down.

***

They filmed the sex tape concurrently with the footage for the store’s commercial, which they’d also put a lot of hard work into. They’d gotten a lot of footage of the store and merchandise, along with their employees, and had found themselves having a lot of fun with that project as well. They’d even gotten one of their employees gather his band, and they played a jingle for the store in the style of Pearl Jam.

After working on the commercial for weeks, the footage was ready to send off to Robin for editing. She had just finished film school in New York, where she lived with Heather, who she was dating, and had agreed to do them a favour and edit the commercial for them.

“Thank you again, Robin,” Steve said, calling her after dropping off the tape at the UPS Store. “This is such a big help. This could mean big things for the store, and Jake’s band. We sent it express, so you should get it soon! Let me know what you think when you get it!”

She assured him that she would and ended the call, and they moved onto other topics, discussing Robin’s film work and Heather’s recent return to school for a degree in art history.

***

Recently, business had really started booming at the store, and Billy and Steve had been putting in long hours at the shop, trying to keep it stocked and organized, since they didn’t have a lot of other staff, due to budget constraints. All thoughts of the commercial and the sex tape were forgotten until a couple days later when Robin called them.

“Hey Rob,” Steve said, greeting his friend. “Did you get the tape? Is there enough footage?”

“I’ll say there was enough footage. More footage than I’d ever want to see in my lifetime. Do you care to explain what exactly why I was sent a video tape containing over two hours of you two idiots fucking all over your apartment, labeled Billy & Steve’s Trip to Poundtown Vol. 2? Which I didn’t notice until after I’d already put the tape in the VCR? Why, Steve? Why does this exist, and why is it in my hands right now?”

Steve panicked, spitting out the first lie he could think of. “We sent it as a prank! It’s hilarious, right?”

“Ummmmm,” Robin replied. “I think you and I have very different ideas of what makes for a funny joke, Dingus.”

There was an awkward pause, then Steve had to ask. “How much of it did you watch?”

“Literally 30 seconds before I realized what was going on and turned it off.”

“Oh, well that’s good. Can I get the tape back?”

“Yes,” Robin replied. “I’ll send it back. I want it out of my apartment immediately. Are you sure you don’t want me to just dispose of it though, if it’s just a prank?”

“No no,” Steve said, quickly. “I want it back. We’re going to send it to Max.”

“You’re going to send a sex tape featuring Billy to Billy’s sister?” Robin replied, incredulously.

“Wait, did I say Max? I meant Dustin,” Steve spit out, hastily.

“Less horrific, but I still maintain that you two are sickos.”

“We’re not returning the tape until I watch it all!” Heather yelled into the phone. “I have notes on your performance!”

Steve could have died right then and there, and he would have been ok with it.

***

That night, when Billy got home from the store, Steve told him the whole horrifying tale. When Billy recovered from his laughing fit, he turned to Steve. “You know,” he said. “It could be worse. We could have sent our sex tape to the cable station!”

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #my fic #chrisbitchtree writes #lemon #fluff #humour

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axl-ul · 10 months

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The Flight of the Western Crane: Chapter One

(A reupload/repost of my fic/dark retellingof Journey to the West because the whole AO3 site, where I originally posted this, got taken down for now)

(General info about this fic/wip/retelling is here)

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Hot air was burning lungs inside out as it maliciously escaped the nostrils of a chestnut horse. Sweat was dripping behind the collars of armed guards. It didn't matter whether they dragged their feet or drifted asleep on the backs of equally exhausted horses, the sun didn't plan on letting any living creature out of its claws.

Out of the blue, one of the soldiers blurted out. His whisper carried words difficult to listen to or to admit out loud. At the same time, they were exactly what the royal guard had been thinking all along. "Why do we have to go through this hell when the wedding can be easily held at our own capital? It isn't like their country's any bigger than ours. Their economy is even worse..."

"Shut up! You want the princess or even worse the witch to hear you?"

"So? They're both inside the carriage. The chance isn't big."

"But it still exists. And you know well how the foreigner..." the commander mistrustfully narrowed his eyes. "Listen, she's got a connection. Dangerous ones. Keep that in mind sealed shut. The same goes for your foul mouth."

"Her? I get that she has a strange air 'round herself. But all she can do is to complain about a broken nail or the fact she's got minimum attention now being out of her circles."

"Idiot! Lady Wolf Witch holds to her title tightly for a reason. Especially nowadays when the Princess refuses to leave her side."

"She came to our town to 'advise' and see what happened. Or rather what didn't. Nothing good ever came out of this whole situation. The King is plagued by a disease. The Queen is no more. Drowned? My ass! That 'divine' golden mane was supposed to bring prosperity. Yet the girl who still got some spare milk on her chin must marry into the..."

"I said shut up! If you speak up one more time there will be consequences. We are getting underpaid. But our duty is to protect the rulers. This dynasty's led us for centuries. And because the Princess doesn't want to speak without the advisor, so be it. They're both above us."

"Yes. But they're foolish to think this will go well..." his younger subordinate refused to let the commander go. He was furious, just like the rest of the party, of the citizens, of the country. There was no way he'd give up in their quiet, yet heated argument. Diseases, poverty and famine claimed the final price. Who was to judge both of them if not Heavens themselves? Nearly nobody. Except for two curious black eyes which sought for the safety behind a thick embroidered curtain. They quickly retracted when a shadow passed over them. When those two dots peeked out again a wave of relief washed over them. Only a pair of cranes. As noble as the girl looking at them, even these birds had to look for a new place to settle.

The girl returned to her seat. Her green robes hung on her creating an illusion of a porcelain doll. A decorative hairpin crowned her long black hair which would otherwise naughtily slither around the porcelain face. Properly adjusting herself she let out a deep sigh. A droplet slid down her cheek. If anybody happened to hit into her petite frame Mei would surely rumble on the inside. No crane but a whole mountain found its nest upon her young shoulders.

Something warm touched her fingers. A hand. It yanked the lost soul out of her own little world. Equally reassuring glance welcomed her and persuaded her to lean into a hug. The woman embraced the Princess of the Great Tiger Kingdom. The witch's humming was all too calming for Mei in the summer's heat.

"Everything will be fine, Princess. I promise."

"I saw cranes, Márgerdra."

"I know. I did, as well."

"They're beautiful."

"Just like you. No need for worries anymore. Now hush, little one." The monotone rhythm of the smooth voice weaved a fine cradle. Wheels repeatedly bumped on a rocky path. Horses neighed from time to time. Everything was slowly becoming peaceful. The world was a blurry mixture of sounds, smells and unclear colours.

Then, a mighty thud resonated from the outside wilderness. The wood slammed, weapons unsheathed and the warriors roared. The chaos devoured the group. With the royal guards being occupied, a good half of the cliff, where the carriage with Princess Mei and her loyal advisor Lady Wolf Witch was standing, trembled.

The sound of their cries is getting weaker as they're now falling down to the unknown waters.

****

"Shifu!!! My legs hurt so much!" A deep voice scared off feeding sparrows so much that the flapping of their small wings nearly broke a thin branch as they took off. Two feet stepped on a few feathers they left behind. They were massive and fatty. The wrappings around the calves barely covered the whole body part. After all, not only old age made its signature on the piece of cloth. The regular routine of it being removed, properly washed, being dried up by the sun and finally put on again made sure dark bristles forced through.

Hooved feet shook once more before the pig demon collapsed on the grass under the tree. His pitiful lament prevented the flock from returning. Enormous belly jumped up and down while the stubble on a double chin trembled. Crocodile tears were on the verge of small sunken eyes. Both eyelids, red and swollen, shut hard. Zhu Bajie, occasionally labelled as Pigsy, filled his words with utter sorrow. Carefully crafted pleas must surely persuade his dearly Master to stop. Several hours of walking without taking a break were quickly getting on Bajie's nerves. To make it worse, his oldest brother promised to find some food. Yet, the brute was nowhere to be seen. At least, Pigsy can freely use it to his advantage, "Shifu, please, take a seat beside me. Rest well. Your legs must surely be in terrible condition. After all, you're so much more delicate than all three of us!" Suddenly, an unhappy snort made the demon jump out of his hide. Saliva dropped on his shoulder as he looked up. The pig's gaze met the grotesque face of the monk's dragon-horse.

"Don't intervene in our conversation, Bai Long Ma! You barely talk. So, you don't count."

"Brother, you shouldn't be this disrespectful to our fellow disciple."

"I wasn't talking to you either, Ol' Sha. Better bring me...ergh, I mean, better bring our Shifu some water. He must be tired from all the travels. Right, Shifu?" a smile formed on a pig snout.

While Bajie tried for it to remain as sincere as possible the sly glint in his eyes would give him away. Though their Master, the venerable monk Tang Sanzang, was so kind-hearted it was often easily blurred with naivety,"Wuneng, I appreciate how much you've learnt about kindness as I now see you fearing for my well-being. However, behave equally nicely to the others, as well. This world is filled with anger, hatred and spite more than enough. That's why we should spread compassion and sincerity. Tears you're shedding shouldn't be meant to appeal to our own ego. Instead, think of how Sha Wujing and Bai Long Ma do their best. Yet, you snapped at them. Ask yourself why." Sanzang's big eyes returned to his middle disciple.

He uncomfortably shifted in his place. Listening to Shifu's another monologue about the world's state was anything but new to him. He learnt his lesson several times. But on a hot day like this it was the last thing on his mind. That's when he remembered the ace up his sleeve. "Shifu, you're right about me being extremely harsh towards my brothers. But you know how bad I am with my emotions when there's no food around. We've been walking constantly. Just take a look at your own ankles. And you've been riding a steed this whole time. Now what about me? What about Ol' Sha over there?!" He grabbed a slimy arm of by-passing Sandy. The river demon's puppy-like eyes shot a confused stare. "He's been carrying our luggage the whole time. Oh, how much your limbs must hurt, Little Brother! I pity you the way I've never done so! If only we had only a small bite for you. Just that to reward you for your persistence. That damned monkey never gives a dam..."

"Brother. Language," Sandy whispered when he noticed disapproval in Tang Sanzang's face.

"Thanks," Bajie petted the bald head, "He never thinks twice about us! The whole day he jumps around and chews on a straw." The former Heavenly General continued in his rambling with a sly glint in two small dark eyes. Both arms flew around. Fingers fenced through air. Spit dropped several inches from the snout. All this happened while a silhouette painted a shadow on the boar's wide back.

Once more Wujing wanted to warn his brother in a fearful tone, "Brother Bajie, don't disrespect Brother Monkey behind his back. Please."

The plea only fuelled Pigsy's willingness to take out his anger, "Brother who? He never refers to me as such. I'm always an 'Idiot'. Nothing more! Even after three years of fellow travelling. There's no way I'm calling that caveman a 'Brother'."

Pigsy almost didn't manage to finish the sentence when two burning coals awakened in the silhouette's skull. Immediately, an arm with blackened fingertips flashed right past Wujing's nose. It grabbed the demon by a large ear and tugged on it. The hand quickly came back to its owner with wailing Bajie in its grasp. The motion was so brisk, Friar Sand saw only a yellow-red smudge with a tint of dark brown. A deep but raspy voice followed the vibrant colours. The tone was menacing and snide at the same time as the person hissed, "No need for that, Brother Daizi. Fortunately for you, I forgot my stone tools back at my cave. So now I got only this watermelon to crush your dense head with. What do you reckon? We can at least test whether it's sweet enough." With last words on the tongue sharp teeth clicked dangerously close to the pig's ear. The sound and the thought of having his head damaged by anything sent shivers down his spine. Dark, almost black, nails dug deeper into flesh. In no manner he'd be ever able to escape the hairy limb. The only hope was his Master intervening. Venerable Sanzang of the Great Tang Dynasty in the East needed just a little push for that.

"Big Brother! You're finally back! And with an armful of fruits. Veggies too, I see. You're such a role model to us. Fighting off demons, subduing them. You scout the area. You fetch food and water. Never ever I've seen you let our dear Master lie on the rocky path," the disgraced general forced his honeyed mask back on. "Why is it then you say I called you a caveman? You're a hero! The Handsome Monkey King of Mount Huaguo. The Great Sage Equal to Heaven. If so, it was but a slip of my tongue. You see I haven't had much time to practise speech lately. What's more, your hands are youthful and mighty. Your Majesty certainly sees it's mashing my poor, poor ear. Why don't you loosen the grip slightly?"

"I don't know myself, Brother Bajie. I thought you might help me with giving a good reason," teeth shone while the oldest brother's lips parted in a malicious smile.

"Oh, dear Brother Wukong! My apologies. Truly! I didn't mean to. Not at all. I've been starving, thirsty, fatigued even. And I unrightfully took it out on you. But violence isn't an answer. As monks ought to spread kindness. What's more, people in this world need compassion and sincerity. Why don't you look at our collective misery? Shifu, please, tell him something! I'm doing all I can. But his stubbornness can go only so far!"

"Wukong, that's enough! It is not right that Wuneng disregarded you..."

"Disregarded?! Shifu, he was downright slandering me," thin fingers loosened. The voice became quieter. Surprise shone in dark amber eyes.

"Don't interrupt me, Wukong. You've been well off so far. Continue in your path. Forgive Wuneng. He made a mistake. But he's already realised what he did was wrong. Release him and reconcile."

Bajie broke free and ran up to Sanzang's feet, betrayal marking his ugly features, "Shifu, is that all?! No Headband Tightening Spell? He attacked me! You spoil him too much, Shifu. Please, he bullies me on a daily basis. You see it with your own eyes. 'Idiot this, idiot that.' He kicks me, he refuses me to have my share of meal. Yesterday evening, he even pushed me down the hill when I went to..."

"Wuneng, I see your suffering. Don't think I turn a blind eye to it. However, sometimes you say and act on purpose towards your oldest brother. Because I see both of you coming far from your..." the young monk's peaceful smile froze when he noticed his disciples trying to hide annoyance from what seemed to be another monologue. "I'll be glad if you could come to an agreement. Reconcile and move on. Life offers much more than fruitless bickering."

After facing each other, the disciples approached each other and with visible disgust shook hands. If that wasn't enough already, they had to hug themselves, rough remarks escaping their mouths. But Tang Sanzang's human ears couldn't possibly hear such petty words. Whether those were promises of burning the other one's hide or poisoning their food nobody felt like getting through another round of lecturing. One can go only so far. Gentle souls like the venerable monk are no exception.

Meanwhile two demons parted away, their youngest brother managed to set up a camp. Sitting in the cool shadow, they broke the silence several times. But after less than several words they'd give up and go to their separate places. So did the sun rays.

Air finally started moving. Clouds chased by it soon revealed the rising moon. Colours mixed on the sky painting a marvellous view. Crickets played their tunes. Grass moved like waves of the deepest sea. Nature brought the sweet aroma of the late summer's evening to travellers’ noses. Big shining moon, wild flowers, intoxicating smell of fruit and loud harmony of insects let them all swim in their own memories. Childhood in ancient monasteries. Star-like eyes of divine Chang'e, the Lady of the Moon. Tranquil flow of the river and fish chasing every wave. Little monkeys running around, playing with whatever they could find in the treetops of Mount Huaguo.

"Tiger or tug?" so-called 'caveman' smirked to himself, long tail wagging around. Weak moonlight outlined his slender figure on a branch. One leg over another and chewing on a straw he found earlier he let memories about his sweet home come back to him. The warm sun welcomingly kissed his forehead when he first emerged from the stone. The surprise when he first saw his hairy body on the water surface. He could feel his little monkeys playfully climbing over him and much more. His red cape's flailing around his feathered crown. He's clothed in pure gold and his magical power pole Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand. Drinking, singing and laughing was he all the time. Stealing? Never, only a friendly borrowing from his dragon neighbour. Even more, he'd never dare to make himself unrightfully immortal - his hand must've slipped when he was holding all records of the Book of Life and Death. Whether the Jade Emperor indeed made a suggestion to add His Majesty among other significant deities for the Heavenly Peach Banquet was none of his business. After all, to them all he is just a mere stable boy, though they truly named him Bimawen, the Manager of Heavenly Stables. The monkey demon who was born from a stone atop of a divine mountain. The one who uncovered many mysteries of life and death. The one who had followed Patriarch Subhuti for many years. Yet, those who fly too high are usually met with the hardest falls. And so, for his arrogance he was unable to hear the merciless pounding of war drums of those who were once offended by the Monkey King of the Waterfall Curtain at Mount Huaguo, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong himself. The mightiest of all demons ranking as high as possible so none of the Heavenly Army was able to beat him. Not in a fair fight.

Although, look at this pitiful demon now. An old man in a lad's skin. He was no longer bringing joy where he came to. Only disgust and bitterness followed his steps after five hundred years of imprisonment under the Mountain of Five Elements. Now, here he's sitting in ragged clothing watching the monk sleeping on the ground. If anything happens to his young Master, he better be damned.

Though, there's a saying going around that no demon has a soul, Wukong cannot help himself but shake his head upon the thought of Sanzang getting hurt. The boy released him with the permission of Buddha three years ago. He saved him. Some disgraced demon, a parentless monkey. What he saw in the deviant on that fateful day would forever stay a mystery to Wukong. On the other hand, Wukong shouldn't poke his nose into this anymore. Asking for more trouble definitely isn't on his list. Only escorting the monk right to the lands of the Western Paradise.

Did Monkey King owe him? At the beginning, maybe yes. Until the monk pulled out the cursed headband. Did he think it was the right thing to do? Kind of, depends on the point of the view. Did he take a liking to his Master and brothers? Certainly. It was the only thing Wukong was sure of in recent days.

A flapping of large white-black wings pulled the monkey out of a labyrinth that had been building up in his mind.

"Cranes? This late in the evening?"

"Maybe something scared them off, Ol' Sha. Now shut it and give me the soup."

"Exactly, Bajie," Wukong landed lightly on his feet, "some beast made them get out. Wujing, put the fire out. Shifu, please, get slightly closer to this stone." As the young man did, his oldest disciple marked the ground with his magical staff. The circle shone brightly for a moment. Then the light died out. A powerful barrier was set up.

Although mouths opened to ask something, the fallen warlord paid no attention to them. He just loosened reins around the tree trunk so the white mount could run away. Just in case something, anything, happened. Only then he jumped back up to the place he occupied earlier.

"Good night."

"Wukong?" curious brown eyes shot up.

"Yes, Shifu?"

"So, at the crack of dawn we're setting out for..."

"Nowhere exactly. Wujing didn't locate any city or village on that darned map."

Sanzang furrowed his eyebrows, "Wukong, no cussing."

"Yes, Shifu." Wukong forced himself to ignore the Idiot's low giggle. Another silence followed. Wukong swore his group was beginning to finally fall asleep.

Suddenly, leaves and branches cracked under the big tree. "Big Brother, Shifu, we'll arrive there soon, right? To the West, I mean. Even if we're slightly lost..." Sha Wujing whispered. His bald head hung so low his red beard brushed against bluish skin.

"We're not lost, Sha Seng. Just because we're in the wilderness in the centre of nothing doesn't mean we don't know where we're going. Or where we came from. Now sleep."

"Why are we going in the same circle for the second day, then?" There was a genuine interest in Friar Sand's words. His puppy-like eyes combined with the long-awaited question and Sanzang's concerned face pierced through Wukong's spine and ribs. The monkey pouted. Little fists formed as he took a long and sharp breath. Soon, he decided to let go and just exhaled. The rush of blood in his ears disappeared as quickly as it came to be. They were all confused. He was no exception. The only difference was Wukong would never admit to that.

"Good night." his last words lazily slipped away from thin lips.

****

The golden heavenly wheel hadn't come out yet but the group of travellers was drowning in sweat. The humid climate allowed mosquitos to fly around freely without worries of being burnt by the harsh sunlight. Their never-ending poking severely decreased an already miserable mood. Pigsy's nonstop complaints didn't help either. However, once the buzzing stopped Bajie cheerfully yelled out, "Told you! Hold onto your breath and those little pieces of...well, those small innocent creatures will disappear." Alas, his happiness won't last long. In the heat of his small victory, Marshal Canopy didn't notice a small bee landing on his right ear. While he talked and danced the insect struck its noisy target. The brownish creature stung Zhu Bajie with all its raw power delivering a painful blow.

"ARGH!!!" The pig demon jumped up. His screech mixed with squealing and echoed throughout the whole grove.

"Wuneng!"

"Middle Brother!"

"Where's that bastard?! No bee could EVER deliver such pain!" crocodile tears poured down his face.

It didn't take long to hear someone chuckling. The cracking voice was coming from above their heads. There was a dark shadow hunching over in the nearby larch.

The fiendish eyes flared up in the morning mist. The scrawny monkey man briskly hung his torso upside down and faced his junior in unnervingly close proximity. "Well, here is your bastard, idiot. With your fruits and a fan so you can finally shut up about the..."

"Wukong!" the monk's vigorous voice cut the starting argument, "Stop that bullying of yours right now. Please."

"He was asking for trouble..."

"You attacked him."

"No, it was the bee."

"Big Brother, we clearly saw your tail on the insect," Wujing's voice cracked anxiously. His heart almost missed a beat when Monkey King snapped his head towards him, fury unleashing from his amber eyes. He was a dog that could bite and fight. There was no doubt about him not doing so. Wujing could do barely more than pull his head in between trembling shoulders and wait for the storm to simply pass by.

"Yes."

"No!"

"Brother! Why do you hate me so much?"

"So you can write something new into your lost diary, daizi!" Wukong withdrew a small notepad from behind his waist sash. The item flew across the air and landed right into Bajie's surprised face. "That's not mine."

"Must be! No-one's taking along such a trashy thing on a journey like this."

Sha Wujing raised his hand, hurt deeply carved into his expression, "It's mine, Big Bro..." Unfortunately, nobody seemed to notice or care about poor Sandy.

The pig demon opened the diary with suspiciously raised eyebrows. His gaze fell down on a little smudged but elegant handwriting, "First of all, Shifu, are we allowed to steal?"

"Of course not!"

"There you go, monkey! You're a liar and a thief. Not that you were any different back then..."

Bajie's remark hit the nerve. "Says a womaniser! You're drooling every time we go by some young girl or a woman."

"Both of you, stop it! Calm down. Wukong, breathe in. Don't let your emotions take over you," Sanzang's shaking voice only added to Monkey King's boiling blood.

"Or what? Will you recite the mantra, Shifu? Meanwhile this idiot will scream some nonsense?!"

"Shifu, look at how much you've spoiled him!"

"Me and spoiled? You always cry and complain. You barely do any work, lazy lard. You gorge everything. Everything! When there's a fight around, you rather run away, not even asking for help. And Shifu still tolerates you. But I'm still the bad guy..."

"Shifu!!!"

Voices gradually raised and created an absolute mess of unintelligible noises. Raspy and powerful yelling dominated. But it was soon replaced by screeching or trembling smooth tenor. It went back and forth, seemingly without an end. Wujing only patted the transformed Dragon Prince and stood away from the clamour. His fish-like eyes searched his surroundings. Yes, he wasn't as good in scouting as Wukong and the land certainly wasn't his speciality. But that doesn't mean he's not capable on his own.

Pines, rocks, some flowers, more pines and again more rocks. The fog always leaned towards the wet floor. Nothing indicated that nature was out of the ordinary, at first sight. However, the demon's eyes picked up something of an unusual colour for such a dull environment. Red.

Wujing's sight fell back to his fellow pilgrims. "They won't stop any soon, will they, Bai Long Ma?" With a simple question he parted with Dragon Prince Ao Lie and carefully approached his discovery.

Frogs woken up by self-invited guests were croaking and hurriedly jumping out of the youngest disciple's way. Sandy's heart was beating so fast it might have outrun Jade Emperor's celestial steeds if it had any legs. His palms were watery. Sweat streamed down his bare neck. He wasn't as brave as Wukong nor did he have Pigsy's sly spirit. He even lacked his Master's way of words or Lie's strong legs. Yet, he continued forward. He must protect their beloved Shifu and his seniors.

Branches cracked. Toads continued in their cries of help. Wind picked up slightly. It almost blew off his simple hat. Flat feet walked on the cold stone path soaked from the nearby stream. The sight of the small clearing was right in front of him - an enormous pile of rocks from a collapsed cliff, a corpse of a horse and a broken carriage. Its once golden and red parts were everywhere emerging from under the heavy stones or downright stuck into soft mud. When he fixed his eyes on those closer to water, he noticed a trail filled with blood. Lots of fresh blood. If it weren't enough his nose picked up on a strange smell. Unable to properly identify it, Wujing prepared his spade-like weapon. One never knows what dwells in the dark depths of the unknown.

As he was slowly closing the distance with the bigger part of the car, he whimpered, "Hello? Anyone ther-...?!"

Sandy's legs nearly gave up when a warm hand clasped his mouth. Luckily, Friar Sand quickly recognised the dark brown fur tickling his nose. At that moment, the river demon realised that not only Wukong approached him unnoticed but Tang Sanzang and Zhu Bajie were also present.

"Quiet, Ol' Sha. There's a demon somewhere around," he sniffed like a hound, "it's hidden."

"What do you suggest, Brother Monkey?" Wujing managed to pull the hand lower.

"We better get out as quickly as possible. We can't afford to lose any more time or to risk Shifu's well-being."

"Weren't you a king? The strongest of all demons?" Thin fingers clenched hard. They pressed against Wujing's cheek. The pressure might sooner or later leave a bruise behind. Almost inaudible sucking of air made Wukong realise he was unconsciously hurting his junior. Though not a word slid away from his lips his eyelids covered big eyes.

"That was a long time ago," Wukong was too tired to cover up a deep shame in those words. Dragging his juniors and Master away from the place of the incident, he suppressed the flow of discomfort. Although the start of the day was more than terrible for him Wukong felt nothing like exposing his group any further. His sensitive nose was a great helper most of the time. Throughout his centuries long life he learnt to listen to his guts. Relying on instincts had never been a bad thing.

Silently, Wukong took over Bai Long Ma's reins and made Sanzang mount him. For now, he made a small note to treat his little brother a bit gentler. Bajie too. If the idiot stops provoking. But Sanzang… Monkey mustn't let him down any further. It was no longer just about his deal with Bodhisattva Guanyin. At the end of the day, the group was all he had left...

****

The sudden light made the young woman blink as she opened her dusty eyes, "Márgerdra? Márgerdra?!"

Somebody slithered their arms around her from behind, "That's fine, Princess. I'm here."

"Thank goodness, Márgerdra. I thought for a second that I was... you were... that both of us..."

The blue-eyed woman wiped her tears away in a swift motion. She let the small head lie on her shoulder and shushed. The voice coming from soft lips was equally delicate, "Don't worry, Your Highness. We'll find our way back to the guards."

"What if they're...?" The word was a burning coal on her tongue. Disgusted, she only swallowed, not allowing it to escape.

"Then... We'll go on our own. We'll find help."

"You think so?" Unwillingly, untrust flashed through the young face.

"Of course. You are the Princess of the Great Tiger Kingdom. You're the hope of your people. Whatever happens you must stay..." Lady Wolf Witch cut herself. Alive. The sound resonated within all too loudly. "...well. You've come a great way. You must continue to lead, just like your forefathers and foremothers. If you don't, the only one who'll feel the biggest grief will be you. But you're strong. I've known about it since our first meeting. Remember that."

The sheer willpower woke up the true tiger spirit inside Mei. In a moment, she turned around and hugged her protector. Witch's eyes popped out. Although she'd just spoken about her strength the fragile looking frame undoubtedly caught her off guard.

"Thank you...for taking care of me. I'll make you proud. Just like I made Mother proud," Mei snuggled under Márgerdra's chin. Her chest was rising slowly. But when she exhaled her breath was weakly trembling. How strange.

One eye as blue as the morning sky while the other one was bathing in the deep ocean. They veiled in a watery curtain but those long lashes mercilessly swept the tear away. The advisor’s gaze settled on the girl yet Márgerdra wasn't looking anywhere. Everything became a void. A hollow vortex. She longed for something...someone to call out and reach out. Maybe...

"Márgerdra?" Mei gritted her teeth. Once the effects of bitter liquid on her lips wore out, she began to feel numb pain in her leg.

Not batting an eye, Wolf Witch started treating the limb once more, "I'm listening, Your Highness."

"I hope it shall be just as beautiful as yours. No more malice or intrigues."

"What do you mean, Mei?"

"The palace. My soon-to-be. Everything. My new home."

Upon the last word reached Márgerdra's ears she smiled weakly. Melancholy landed in the nest of her distant gaze. She could feel cold hands stroking her hair. The memory of burnt incense filling her nose. The promise she heard so many times rekindled strange warmth.

"Yes, home. Your Highness."

The flapping of a big crane flying to the sun let itself carry into distance.

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List of chapters:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Epilogue

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anxious-logic · 2 years

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Meeting

hi hello yes depression sucks, 0/10 do not recommend, creative output stops with no warning!

Ships: pre-romantic Janus/Logan, platonic Remus/Logan, platonic Remus/Janus

Word count: 1,154

AO3 rating: T

Warnings: some swearing, pov overactive/anxiety brain with intrusive thoughts but no worse than canon

Summary: Remus bounced anxiously on his toes, humming to himself in bursts of energy. He couldn’t help glancing around him for both of his friends (right? They were his friends, that was the word, right?) even though he knew that with the secluded area of the courtyard he was in, he would hear them before he saw them.

This was going to be the first time Logan and Janus would meet.

Logan had been his - well, “royal companion” was the official term for it given by those nosy bastards in the court who decided that Remus couldn’t associate with anyone without a title, but Remus preferred friend - for more than ten years. He’d been “courting” Janus for months now. The fact that they hadn’t met yet could be surprising for some.

Some, but not Remus, because he may have slightly just a tiny bit been pulling strings in the background to keep them from meeting each other. He still wasn’t exactly sure why he was doing so - in fact, was still kind of telling himself it was just coincidence that they hadn’t met - but he had a few guesses.

(The louder, easier ones were along the lines of hesitancy regarding the chaos and shenanigans that Logan and Janus would doubtless create together. Uncharacteristic for him, yes, but he could play it off as finally being proper for the court, carrying those heavy, heavy, too-heavy standards for perfection for once , being able to race over the finish line that just seemed to always move further and further and further away and-

Well.)

(The quieter, less-fun, truer ones included fear of jealousy or abandonment when meeting someone of their own station, who they didn’t have to think about treating differently in public or private, who they didn’t have to think about collateral damage from assassination attempts with, who wasn’t going to squish and break like a fragile little bird being squeezed when everything, the pressure, the expectations, the responsibility, inevitably tipped over into too much. )

He twisted his fingers together nervously, his bouncing turning into nervous pacing two steps one direction-turn-two steps the other way-turn-two steps one way-turn. His brain was just too loud, it wouldn’t shut up, thoughts and noise and stupid voices were filling it up and coloring it orange and purple and green and red and yellow until it all blended into a puke-brown static that blocked his own actual thoughts.

“Remus?”

Remus’s head snapped up at the sound of his own name. The static dissolved slightly, the fogginess fading into just a translucent film over his own thoughts, as he took in the sight of Logan, professional and put together except for the worried crease in his forehead.

“...Hi.”

Remus winced at how unsteady his voice was, and Logan took a step forward. “Are you all right?”

Remus resisted the urge to shake Logan by his shoulders and make him realize how much was at stake right now. “Just peachy!” He tried to smile at Logan, but he could feel how too-big and too-toothy the expression was.

“...I’m going to pretend I believe you,” Logan said dryly. “If you want to talk about whatever is going on, I am available. You are aware that if I believe you are doing anything detrimental to your own health-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Remus said dismissively, waving a hand. “You can and will and have hauled my ass out of bad situations.”

Logan nodded once. “Good. I just wanted to remind you and provide emotional support if necessary.” He smoothed down his vest, straightening nonexistent wrinkles and brushing away nonexistent dust.

“Mhm.” Remus felt the phantom tingling return to his hands, and settled for repeatedly clenching his fists instead of smashing the wooden bench behind him into smithereens the way his stupid brain was telling him to. His eyes rapidly skimmed over everyone in the courtyard, searching for any hint of the distinctive bright yellow that Janus wore in every outfit, regardless of the stupid old fucks’ dislike of the garish eyesore of a color. (Remus liked it, though, of course he did; if he had the slightest bit more control over what he wore, he would do the same with the poison-acid-green that he favored.)

“Jan!” Remus shouted as he saw a flash of yellow coming around the corner, startling Logan. He frantically waved a hand in the air, trying to get Janus’s attention. When he felt the tingling in his arms and hands subside a bit at the action, he continued, even though Janus was already making his way towards the alcove where Logan and Remus were standing.

“Hello,” Janus said as he came into hearing distance. He stopped and glanced at Remus before continuing, covering the slightly awkward pause. “If Remus had remembered his manners when he exited his room this morning, he would have introduced me to you. My name is Janus, and we are in a false courtship. How are you two today?” He looked Logan up and down as he held his hand out; not in a way like he was assessing the level of danger he posed, Remus had seen that look enough, but in some other way that he wasn’t familiar with.

Logan smirked minutely at Janus’s jab, his posture relaxing slightly as he grasped Janus’s hand and shook it. “My name is Logan, and I am Remus’s royal companion. I’m doing well, thank you. And you?”

“Well enough.” Janus released Logan’s hand as he turned to Remus, and raised an eyebrow. “However, I believe Remus would say something different.”

Remus gave a nervous half-smile. “I’m fine,” he said unconvincingly.

“That’s bullshit,” Janus said flatly. Remus saw him sneak an appraising glance at Logan, who hadn’t blinked at the swear at all; of course he hadn’t, he was Remus’s best friend, he was used to the lack of propriety.

“I would agree,” Logan said. “Shall we walk, and convince Remus that there is nothing to worry himself about?”

Janus smiled pleasantly. “Certainly.”

“Excuse me, I’m still here,” Remus complained, but didn’t argue when Janus and Logan continued to ignore him. Janus held out an elbow to Logan, who blushed slightly as he took it.

…Wait.

Remus pulled up short as the realization hit him. Janus had been looking Logan up and down, and seemed to be teasing him, but not in the same way that he teased Remus. Logan blushed when he took Janus’s arm, and was standing just a bit closer than propriety would typically allow. There was only one possible conclusion to be drawn from this.

He sprinted to catch up to his two best friends as he sent a plea to whatever god might be taking pity on him that he wouldn’t be forced to endure the inevitable romantic pining for too unbearable a period of time.

(And that he wouldn’t be designated as the third wheel once the two of them got over themselves.)

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crowwbones · 1 year

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I graciously give you sustenance

lmao so hi hello it is I, a dumb bird, here to offer the TD Fandom a very simple fanfic. No real brain power needed as it just straight up follows the first season episode for episode except there’s two new people joining the main cast. Tobi, a sweet trans masc game streamer that I created, and Mira, an enby spray paint artist with a hatred for authority that my partner made! I honestly started writing it as a joke HOWEVER people started to actually read and enjoy it? So I felt morally obligated to keep going??

So basically I’m close to the halfway point in the first season and I barely have time to write due to college so if a 7 chapter wip fic sitting at 31k words sounds fun, feel free to read~

I’ll link my ao3 as I have other plans for this “series” as well as other fandom shit here

And a little blip of the first chapter if you weren’t already interested plz read it seasonal depression is kicking my ass and i’d appreciate the serotonin--

Maybe a summer camp TV show wasn't the worst. Maybe it was just the people he was going to be stuck here with for eight weeks that was going to be the death of him. Tobi was one of the last few to arrive so he didn't really get to hear anyone's names. And from what he could see, no one really looked friendly besides the larger guy in the back. Everyone else looked so mean and angry. The nerves were definitely starting to get the better of him as he pulled his hat down a bit, the purple fluff he called hair blocking his green eyes from accidentally making contact with someone else and somehow starting a fight. Even after falling into the questionable lake water, there was no way he could look these people in the face. They were damp and annoyed.

"This… will be fine. It's a gameshow. It's not like they can kill us." Tobi smiled, trying to convince himself that this entire situation wasn't sketchy or anything.

"Won't stop them from trying." The low monotone voice beside him chimed in with his pep talk, spooking the poor guy for a second.

"Ah hah.…right. Yeah. They wouldn't let someone actually die though, right? That'd be super bad on their part." He turned on the tree stump he had claimed, facing the only person to speak to him so far. They were tall, even while sitting down. He himself only stood at a whopping five foot nothing, so it wasn't unusual for him to basically break his neck to look up at people. He couldn't see their eyes past the mop of blue hair they had, long bangs flopped out from their beanie.

"They probably would." They crossed their arms and fell silent again. Tobi stared for a moment and hummed nervously, facing forward again as Chris waltzed up to them. He didn't even look like he fell into the lake with them.

"Alright! Glad to see you all made it here. Damp. Not my problem." The man seemed to be fairly used to the cameras being on him. It made Tobi wonder if he's done a host show before. "Welcome to Camp Wawanakwa, where you campers will be staying for the next twelve weeks, facing some pretty gnarly challenges in order to win one hundred thousand dollars!" That made the rest of the contestants forget that they were still wet, the promise of that much money practically making them cream themselves.

"First off, before we let you chow down, it's time to divide you into teams! Up first, the Killer Bass!" Chris rattled off the names of the contestants, Tobi being one of the last ones called. He let out a sigh of relief. Being called early meant less people would be looking his way. As Chris began calling the names for those on the opposing team, Tobi faced his maybe new friend again.

"I'm Tobi by the way." He gave them a happy smile. Which was returned with a glance and a nod.

"Mira." Their voice was still monotone but it was nice. A good change from everyone else's loudness.

"Do you use they them or have I been mentally misgendering you the entire time?"

"Call me whatever I guess. But yeah, they she is what I use."

"Rad-"

"Excuse me, am I interrupting something?" Chris crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the two of them. Without waiting for a response or excuse, he went back to smiling and directed himself to everyone once again. "With that, you guys will go unpack and meet in the mess hall in half an hour! Each team has their own building, guys on one side, girls on the other."

Tobi was a bit bummed that Mira wasn't going to be on the same team as him, but the majority of his team seemed…. Okay. Maybe. He wasn't paying much attention, but he could hear one of the girls mix up communal and communion as he headed off to the right bunk house. So she didn't seem to be the brightest crayon but she was probably super nice at the very least. It was a shame that they were on separate teams. The purple haired boy pushed the door open to the room, staring at the bunk beds before scurrying out of the way for the others. Top bunk would be too sketchy for many reasons. He hastily tossed his bag on the nearest bottom bunk and took the blanket off the bed, hanging it up to block off his bed from the rest of the cabin. He had packed an extra blanket anyway, one much more comfy and way less scratchy than that one. Tobi hopped out of the bed, making sure the blanket would hold with a couple tugs.

"Tch, the hell is that for? We're all guys here, man. Hiding something cause you're a wuss?" Tobi froze for a second before looking at the other guys who were all staring at him, mostly confused. The tall one with the green mohawk was the one talking, arms crossed and eyes narrowed at him. Why was he going to have to room with the class bully?

"I can't have privacy?" The fact that he was short wasn't going to stop the sass.

"Nah, that's just weird." Was his name Dustin? A 'd' name felt right but he couldn't remember it right now.

Tobi just shrugged and hummed to himself as the others exchanged glances, the party guy snickering with the other one with red hair and glasses. He really wished he paid attention to their names. He climbed back into his bed and began unpacking, ignoring the others for a while before he heard a thump on the bunk above him and felt the entire bunkbed shake and move as someone climbed up to the other mattress. Great. Just what he needed. He sighed and finished up, heading out again to kick his few mostly empty bags under the bed before heading to the door. Green Mohawk jumped down next to him, sharp blue eyes staring at him.

"Headin' out already? Don't wanna steal more blankets and make a whole fort?" Was he really trying to tease him for this?

"Well, they said we'd be eating so yeah. And I'm just fine with the one." Tobi kept walking, flinching as his hat was snatched off his head.

"Weird hat. What's with the dorky little spikes?" He held it by the bill, looking at the short orange horns that sat on top of the black hat.

"It's just like that. What's with the lack of keeping your hands off other people's stuff?" It was Tobi's turn to cross his arms, glaring up at this jerk who had a good foot and a half on him in height. Everyone else in this cabin was freakishly tall besides the quiet guy in the sweats and beanie.

"Just curious's all. You just almost look more of a nerd than the nerd." Tobi snatched his hat back and put it on his head, backwards as it's meant to be. He rolled his eyes and headed out the door, looking around the camp. A scream broke the mild peace of the outdoors, drawing everyone's attention. All the guys ran out of the cabin, besides mohawk, and towards the other teams' girls' side, Tobi following along. He pushed his way into the room and couldn't see anything past the many people and the loud shrieking and yelling from everyone. Something about there being a cockroach? Tobi moved towards Mira as she stood in the corner, a smirk on her face.

"Is there really a roach?" She gave a curt nod and chuckled as DJ smashed one of the beds. Tobi furrowed his brow and stood on his tiptoes, struggling to see the bug until it was right at his feet. He took a step back, so focused on the bug that he barely reacted to the axe slashing the bug in half just a little too close to his feet. Green met blue and his heart sort of stopped. That shouldn't have been nearly as attractive as that was. Blush came over his cheeks under the eyeliner stars he drew on himself as the other smirked and stood up, axe slung over his shoulder. Tobi blinked a few times, trying to etch-a-sketch reset his stupid baby brain. The chaos handled, people filed out of the cabin and to the mess hall.

"What a dumb start." Mira looked down at Tobi, at least, faced down towards him. "Let's just go. I can't stand anymore of their bickering." They jerked a thumb at two of the girls, Lashawna and… He was going to say Heather, as they glared daggers at each other. He at least caught their names and maybe a few others here and there.

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