#Hopefully next chap I can ask that question

[prince-simon]

holaa

curious fun question(s) to hopefully make you smile after so many when is the next chap out and are you still alive or have you already joined the holy god of gay? preguntas lol

what were wilmon doing (or not doing) when they spend the night at zarzuela after simon's attackers were caught while relearning each other ? (since the (physical) description is both vague and super detailed wtf?? haha) any unkown spicy or thoughtful thoughts you wanna share abt it? was the scene planned early on? what was changed in the process? and why? thinking back, how was it for you to write it in the middle of sm pain going on plotwise? did it mess with you? do you think this evening/night at simon's childhood room was fundamental in their healing and simon's trust in physical touch? could the awful situation have their love ripped apart (since wille was worried it'd not be as 'before') or was it always sure they get out of it together and in more or less one piece? is simon now wille's sunflower or his heather? ;)

mucho amor och churros to you <33

hiiii let's ignore that this ask has been sitting in my inbox for so long pls thank you for this ask i'm obsessed with it and it did make me smile when you sent it and it's also making me smile now but also pain!!!! bc it made me reread that specific scene. i've also dug around in my beta readers server for thought processes around this scene so hopefully this is gonna be somewhat coherent lmfao

was the scene planned early on? it really wasn't at all. and it actually was supposed to be a smut scene in the beginning haha i told my beta readers, yo, i think we're gonna have some coping smut and then over the course of a week (how crazy is it that that's 2 1/2 years ago now!!!) i wrote this scene

what were (or weren't) they doing? what was changed in the process and why) as it developed i got to a point where it just didn't feel right to show them having sex because it was such an intimate moment for them that even just writing it i felt like an intruder. i said to my beta readers at some point that wilmon can have sex off screen so i think it's very much up to reader interpretation at this point. but "on screen", in the chapter, they were really just touching each other and coming back into their own bodies and to each other

how was it for you to write it in the middle of sm pain going on plotwise? did it mess with you? it was. a lot. to put it simply haha. i mean generally speaking the entirety of chapters 10-12 were the hardest thing i've ever written, emotionally speaking. i think this little screenshot was me in the middle of that scene lol: and this one was after i'd just finished the scene (and the chapter): was the scene planned early on? it really wasn't at all. and it actually was supposed to be a smut scene in the beginning haha i told my beta readers, yo, i think we're gonna have some coping smut and then over the course of a week (how crazy is it that that's 2 1/2 years ago now!!!) i wrote this scene

what were (or weren't) they doing? what was changed in the process and why) as it developed i got to a point where it just didn't feel right to show them having sex because it was such an intimate moment for them that even just writing it i felt like an intruder. i said to my beta readers at some point that wilmon can have sex off screen so i think it's very much up to reader interpretation at this point. but "on screen", in the chapter, they were really just touching each other and coming back into their own bodies and to each other

how was it for you to write it in the middle of sm pain going on plotwise? did it mess with you? it was. a lot. to put it simply haha. i mean generally speaking the entirety of chapters 10-12 were the hardest thing i've ever written, emotionally speaking. these two screenshots were from in the middle of writing that scene and after i'd just finished it (and the chapter):

so yeah it definitely messed with me. i can't say how long in total it took me to write chapter 10 but i do remember having to actively take a day or two off writing in between and implementing some serious self care to make sure my own mental health wasn't completely plummeting. i think it was definitely good that i had my beta reader team behind me to suffer through it with me but also to help me cope and distract myself with silly things so shout out to them always!

was that night fundamental to their healing/simon's trust in touch? i think after the hell they've been through over the past couple days, they definitely needed that moment to remind themselves that they're still alive and that they had each other. so i guess, yes it definitely was fundamental to the healing journey going onwards. i think they needed it to be able to keep going bc we know that chapter 11 was a whole other shitshow but i think without that intimate moment, everything would've been even more fragile

could the situation have ripped them apart? i think if wille hadn't learned to love and respect himself and his own boundaries as well, it would've been hard for them to meet on common ground again, and if they'd stayed together it would've turned so toxic. but because they both learned and grew, they managed to push through (but in any scenario, i think they would've fought for their lives to stay together)

is simon wille's sunflower or heather? heather :)

thank you thank you thank you for this ask i had so much fun answering it and diving into that scene again! hope i wasn't rambling too much and you're satisfied with the answers hahah! <33

[writingattemptsxx]

Finn in Twisted Wonderland

Chapter 2: Exploring Campus

A school full of teenagers and staff, but what happens if instead of a normal student being teleported, a five-year-old comes along? Along with Grim breaking in to join him of course.

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It's finally done! This took forever. It's probably not perfect, especially with Finn seeming exactly his age, but I'm happy with where it is as of now and can use this experience to help with future chapters. Any feed back and/or what you want to see next is welcome, if anything at all.

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First chap here

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It wasn't a dream. There really was a kid in his school. Crowley woke up at his desk with a few books open, proving that fact to him. What was he going to do? He had dealt with teenagers. But this kid claimed to be five years old. How was Crowley supposed to deal with a five-year-old? He did seem well-behaved, but he cried a lot. He was a young kid and probably scared, so it was understandable. It was bad enough that Crowley didn't know how to deal with such a young kid already! But, with a crying kid? That cat, Grim, seemed to target that well last night.

He stood up from his chair and headed out of his room. The room he put the kid in was right next to his, so it wasn't much of a walk. He knocked on the door. “Little one… uh…” What was the kid's name again? Finn. “Finn, you should wake up now.” How is he ever going to explain this? He accepted a kid AND monster into his school. One as a student and taking partial care of the other. But, what option did he have?

He knocked again only to hear some slight stirring on the other side of the door. He opened the door. “Finn?” The kid was already sitting up as Crowley entered. He was lying on a simple twin-sized bed with Grim sleeping on the end of the bed.

“Hello, Mister… uh… What's your name?” Wait, did Crowley not give out his name? Last night was chaotic, so it's possible that it slipped his mind.

“Oh! Crowley! My name is Mister Crowley, the headmaster of this school. I'm the one who runs it.” Is this kid really five? What five-year-old uses ‘mister’ automatically?

“Thank you!” Finn beamed at him. He was definitely a weird kid. Crowley’s face must have betrayed his confusion. Finn seemed to notice it, at least. He got really close to the other’s face as he asked, “Are you alright Mister Crowley?”

“Yes! I'm alright, but you are five, correct?” He asked while lightly pushing the kid back. Finn gave a small nod in response. “Are you absolutely sure? Entirely sure?” He kneeled to be on Finn’s level.

“I’m sure.” He gave a completely confused stare and scanned Crowley’s features. An odd kid for sure, but at least he seemed well-behaved.

“All right then… If you don't mind me asking, what do your parents do? What are their jobs?” He could be a noble's son or just raised to be extremely polite for some reason.

He must have asked a sensitive question because Finn shrunk away and silently looked at the floor for a few seconds. Crowley was about to say that he didn't say anything he didn't want to, but Finn spoke up first.

“I don't… know…” Even his words shrunk back as he continued to talk, well until he said the next sentence. “Nanny says that they have very important jobs, though! She says they sell stuff! A lot of important stuff! Stuff that Mother and Father said I will learn about later.” So, Finn WAS the son of an important figure. Probably the son of some CEOs. Normal CEOs, hopefully. He should probably tell his staff about this, maybe they can help him find a way to send the kid home. He's probably missing his parents, plus a kid of important people missing is chaos Crowley didn't want to deal with.

Wait… what was he going to do with this kid? It was the first day of school for the year. He couldn't look after a five-year-old, no matter how well-behaved. At that moment, a certain grey cat with blue flaming ears and a pitchfork tail caught his attention. He did accept Grim on the condition he would look after the kid, plus they hadn't set up a school schedule for him. He was planning to have a meeting with the teachers during midday while they were on break, and he could discuss it then. He can talk to the rest of the staff within the week about them… if they're still here.

Crowley’s hand reached over to the sleeping cat. He started shaking him awake. “Grim, get up. You have to keep to what you promised.”

“Myah…” He only muttered in his sleep, still not waking up. Must this cat be so difficult? The kid got up before him.

“Up. Up now.”

“Myah?! What is it?! You have some nerve waking me!” His head popped up off the bed it was resting, ever so lazily on.

“You made a promise to look after the kid, so keep to it! I have work to do and a meeting to schedule because of you.”

“What do you even want us to do?! The kid’s fine here!”

“I'm not letting you sleep stuck in one room the whole day! Why don't you go and explore? You two should stretch your legs.”

“We don’t know the campus! What if we get lost?!”

“There's no better way to learn! Just stay near the building and paths, and you'll be fine. I've got to do work now. Bye-bye.” Crowley stood up and headed to the door, waving at Finn who waved back. At least the kid is well-behaved. Now to see about that faculty meeting...

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How dare he?! Didn't this man know who he's talking to?! The Great Grim, that's who! Fine. He should probably tell the other students they'll be studying with greatness. He hopped off the bed, standing on his back paws and motioned for Finn to follow behind. “Come on hench-human, you've gotta help me show everyone else that they'll be with greatness this year!” Hopefully, they have good stuff here at this school. They need greatness to help greatness.

“Where are we going? Are you sure we won't get lost like Mister Crowley said?” Finn was walking behind him, like a little duck following its mother, despite being visibly taller than Grim by two or so feet.

“That!… Uh,… We’ll see when we get there. And of course, we won't get lost! I'm The Great Grim! I won't ever get lost.” Grim grabbed the door that was left slightly open by the masked man, or Mister Crowley as Finn called him, and flung it open. He started marching to wherever he wanted. Finn followed trying, it seemed, to keep the same rough distance, but failing. He got distracted every so often, pausing to look at whatever caught his interest, then noticing Grim still walking and trying to catch up.

As they walked along, many people (who Grim assumed to be students) caught notice of them and started whispering. Who wouldn't take notice of the Great Grim and whisper his praises? Also, his small hench-human. He should feel so proud now. He's being seen with greatness.

They continued like this for a while until what looked like a shop caught Grim’s eyes. There were some flyers of discounted food in the windows. Grim was getting hungry and tired. Who wouldn't after walking for about an hour? He turned back to see Finn stopped in place a decent distance behind him. He was bouncing on his feet as tears were showing in the corner of his eyes.

“Hench-human? Kid? Ya’ good?” Finn’s attention snapped right back to Grim after hearing him, only to look horrified.

“I’m sorry! I’ll! I’ll keep pace! And! I won't ask to go!” His tears grew in his eyes threatening to fall and he babbled through most of his sentence. Was this kid going to cry?! He cries at nothing!

“Woah! You don't gotta cry! Let, uh, let's just go in there!” He motioned to the shop and sped away from the situation. Finn got a little shocked by the sudden speed-up then followed.

Grim pushes the door open and is greeted by a small jingling bell followed by a boisterous “Welcome!” from the other end of the shop. “What can I help you—” The man speaking trailed off as he looked around the shelves and noticed the two who entered the store. The man was dressed in a bright, almost neon-purple vest with a ribcage design. On top of that, he was wearing a dark purple, maroon-ish, blazer and a hat with parts dark purple, parts black, a red cloth, and a skull charm. On top of that, he has white bones painted over the brown skin on his neck and arms, alongside some marks underneath his magenta eyes. He seemed weird by Grim’s standards. A man seemed to be obsessed with skeletons and purple or something. Some of his braided hair was even dyed purple.

“Are you two supposed to be here? I'd love to help you two, but I can't sell anything unless you have money to buy.” He looked between them for a few more seconds. “Little imp, where's your mom and dad? You should ask-”

At this, Finn cut the man off looking around panicked. “Mother and Father don't like me calling them anything but Mother and Father!” Finn’s eyes finally went back to the man in front of him. “Even Nanny has to call them Mother and Father!”

“O…kay…? Then where are your ‘Mother’ and ‘Father’ or your nanny? Shouldn't they be here with you?”

Finn pointed at Grim. “Mister Crowley said he's going to take care of me while we try and find Mother, Father, and Nanny.”

Grim cut in, making his presence known. “Myah! That's right! He needed me to watch over the kid while he worked, and I said I would and even let them teach me, The Great Grim, as a student!”

The man looking at them just stayed silent and still for a good while. Out of nowhere, he moved to grab a phone from his pocket. He scrolled on it before a bit before tapping on the screen and it started ringing. It rang for a minute or so, being the only noise in the room. Once it finished ringing a robotic voice started only for the man to hit the screen, quickly silencing it.

He stood there for another minute or so before taking a deep breath in and yelling at his phone. “Why don't you answer?! There's a whole situation going on and I’m not dealing with it with no info and after being surprised by it!” His yelling made Grim and Finn jump back slightly, only for the man to sigh and turn his attention back to them with a smile on his face. “Sorry about that! I’m Sam, the owner of the school store here. Do you need some food or something? I can always bill Crowley.” He mumbled the last bit under his breath with an amount of venom that shocked Grim. It probably wasn't Crowley’s first time pulling a stunt.

Next thing Grim knew, Sam was looking at Finn, who was looking at begging the cat through wordless puppy-dog eyes. “Little imp, you don't need to ask him. You can just have some. Crowley’s going to pay if you’re worried.”

“What?! No! Of course, he has to ask! I was put in charge! The hench-human should always ask The Great Grim!” Anything should go through him! Grim’s in charge!

“And what? You're going to make him beg for food? And also, you shouldn't call a kid a henchman or a hench-human or whatever you wanna call him!”

“I was gonna say yes! And I'm in charge I get to call him whatever!”

Sam’s attention turned back to Finn. “By the way imp, what's your name?”

At the question, his eyes lit up. He brought his hand up and started tracing symbols onto it, focusing intently, and from Grim’s point of view, what he was tracing looked like letters. “I’m Finn Lawson and I’m from Highfield, Andrila.” He finished saying the copy of what Grim heard him say before, looked back up at Sam, and beamed a huge smile at him.

“Where?”

Finn’s face turned upset at the question. He started to repeat his whole act and saying but focused far more this time. “I’m Finn-”

He was quickly interrupted by Sam, which Grim was thankful for, he didn't want to hear it again. “No no, I heard you, I just don't know where it is. I'll just ask Crowley. He owes me this information by now.” With the last bit of what he said, his face turned mad and decently scary, enough to make Grim’s fur stand on end from instinct. He felt kinda sorry for the bird man. “Anyways, as I said, I’m Sam. I own the school store here. Do you need something to eat? And you don't have to ask the cat.”

Again?! How many people were going to call Grim a cat? This whole school would know who he was soon, he was sure of that. “I’m not a cat! I'm the Great Grim! You better learn that. It will soon be in history!”

Sam seemed unfazed by what was just said to him, offensively unfazed, in Grim’s opinion. “Right right.” He then turned back to Finn. “You want to eat anything? I have everything in stock, though the most I have for heating things is a microwave. Some microwaveable soup or noodles might be nice if you didn't have breakfast.”

The kid thought for a second, looking between Grim and Sam. Eventually, he said with a beaming smile, “Yes, please Mister Sam.”

The newly dubbed ‘mister’ paused for a second. “Thanks for calling me mister, very thoughtful of you, but you don't need to do that with me. Just call me Sam. You aren't one of the students, just a kid. How old are you anyways?”

“Five.”

“You sound a bit old to be five. You sure?”

“Mother and Father said I needed to treat everyone proberly.” Pride emanated from the kid. So much that it almost made Grim burst out laughing after he didn't even say ‘properly’ correctly, even with the bravado.

“Well, that's nice. That's a good lesson. Do you want something to eat? I've got some soup I can microwave for you if you just sit over there.” Sam pointed at a tall but thin metal table with two matching stools. Next to it is a table with a microwave, plastic utensils, and some napkins. There was even a small sink. Everything Grim saw seemed completely decked out with whatever was needed.

Grim and Finn made their way to the small table while Sam went over to one of the shelves to grab something. Grim jumped up onto his chair and stood, changing the table from eye height on all four, to chest height standing on his back two legs. Then he looked at the kid on the opposite side of the table from him. The seat of the chair was level with his eyes, and try as he may, Finn couldn't lift himself onto it with how wobbly the chair was. Poor kid. If only he was more like The Great Grim, no height could defeat him then.

Sam appeared behind him, putting two decently sized plastic containers with thick lids on the table, then lifted the kid onto the seat. “Right, so you just need to let this microwave then cool down for a bit.” He opened one of the lids, letting Grim notice the holes it had circling a bit away from the center. He peeled a thin layer of plastic off then put the lid back on, finally putting it in the microwave for a few minutes before putting it in front of the kid. “Let that sit for a while and I'll get you a spoon. I'll first give the cat his so just sit for a second,” he said all of it while doing the same actions for Grim’s soup.

Grim put his hands on the table as Sam turned to put the second soup in the microwave. “Hey! I'm not a cat! I'm-”

“The Great Grim, yeah. I got that.” Sam turned back to them, grabbing two spoons, while putting Grim’s soup in front of him and giving him an extremely unimpressed expression. “Both of you, blow on it before eating, it's still probably a bit hot.”

They both immediately dug in, and it wasn’t too long until Grim was done. Just this wasn't enough! He raised his voice to get Sam’s attention who was looking at them behind the nearby counter while organizing some things. “Hey, you! Can ya get me more? I'm still starving.”

“You're already done?! And no, if you want more, pay for it. You already got one free and one is a fine breakfast.”

Seriously? Only one could never be the lavish breakfast Grim deserved. And he said he understood how great Grim was. The wait for Finn to finish felt like hours, and he was so done with this place. Can he see the rest of the school that was graciously allowed to teach him?

As if his wish was heard, Sam piped up. “Hey, you two. I need to go to the bathroom for just a second. You two just stay there.” He hurried to then disappeared behind a door with a toilet symbol and the word ‘Bathroom’ above it.

Hopping off his chair Grim decided it was enough of this place. His wishes were already answered, so best to use this opportunity. “Right kid, time to go.”

“What? But Mi- Sam just said to stay here!” Finn grabbed onto the seat with confusion and fear plastered over his face.

“He's known us for only a few minutes and the Headmaster himself said I'm in charge, so what I say goes. So, let's go.” Grim started to the door and he heard the kid jump down and shuffle to follow him.

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Grim took Finn a distance away from the shop. Every step further only made him want to freeze. Grim was put in charge, but Sam was an adult, and you always have to listen in to adults. At least that's what he was always told.

There were many people scattered around the halls and lawns. Do all these people just like waking up early? Was the usual wake-up time here different? Finn guessed he would usually be woken up around now, but a lot of people were already up.

Finally Grim stopped on a stone path with two rows of statues just in front of them. They all looked so pretty. Who were they? On one side, there was a lady in a crown holding a stick topped by a heart, an octopus lady holding out a paper, and a man with lion ears and a big scar. On the other side, there was a lady in a long dress holding an apple, another lady with horns in a cloak holding a stick topped by a ball, a man with a tall hat holding a stick topped by a snake, and a man with a flowy robe and fire hair.

Grim ran up to one of the statues, jumped on the block the statue of the person was on and turned back to Finn. “You know, they'll have a statue of me here one day too!”

Finn looked at Grim, then at the statues, then back at Grim. He didn't fully believe Grim, but he was taught never to deny those in power, and Grim was told to be in charge by Mister Crowley, an adult.

He walked up to Grim and the statue. “That's cool…” Finn’s lies are almost always obvious, and Grim clearly picked up on it. Ignoring Grim’s obvious displeasure, he reached out and touched the statue. The stone it was carved out of was rough and dense. It was a statue of a lady in a very fancy dress that reminded Finn of what he had seen from people visiting his house. She also had a crown. On top of all of that, she held a long stick, one that would be tall enough to hit the ground of the statue base she was placed on if she weren't holding it up. It has a heart on the very top of it, right above where she was holding it. It reminded Finn of the canes he'd seen before every so often but without the normal handle. “Who is she?”

“Dunno, looks rich with the crown and clothes.”

“You don't know the Queen of Hearts?” A voice from behind Finn spoke up. When they turned to face the source, it turned out to be a tall and lanky boy dressed in the same black outfit as all of the other nonadults they had passed before. He had messy short red hair and a red heart on the outside corner of his left eye.

Grim hopped down from the statue and walked closer to the boy standing in the middle of the stone walkway. “Queen of Hearts? Is she some kind of big deal?”

“She was a queen who lived in a mazelike garden of roses, long, long ago. She was really strict and wouldn't tolerate even a single rose off-color. Her whole kingdom was madness, but not one subject would defy her. Because if they did, it was immediate decapitation!”

“Wha?! That's seriously messed up!”

“Pretty cool, right? I'm a big fan. Like who would obey an only nice queen?”

“Yeah, true. Leaders should be strong. But anyways, who‘re you?”

“Ace. First-year of Heartslabyul starting today. Nice to meetcha!”

“Grim, the greatest mage ever to live, and this is my hench-human, Finn!”

Finn gave a very small and quick bow and shuffled behind Grim, which didn't do much considering Grim’s lack of height. He stared at the ground trying to avoid looking at the new person in front of him.

“Neat names. Also, going back to the first thing, do you know who any of these statues are?”

Finn looked back up at Grim, seeing him looking at all the statues before he looked back at Ace and spoke. “Nope. Notta one.”

Ace pointed at the furthest statue in the same row. The one with a man who had long hair braided into many parts, lion ears, a lion tail, and a big scar over one of his eyes. “That one’s the King of Beasts, he wasn't born to the throne but gained it through smart plans and schemes. When he became king, he gave the Hyenas equality and let them live on the same lands as everyone else.”

He pointed at the statue in between the Queen of Hearts and the Kind of Beasts. It was a lady with octopus tentacles instead of legs, a seashell necklace, and she was holding a partly open paper in one hand. “Sea Witch who lived in an underwater grotto. She gave her whole life to helping merfolk in need of whatever. Just with a price, that was a tad steep.” Ace then started on the other row, pointing them out starting furthest to closest.

First was a man in a long robe with fire hair, revealed to be the King of the Underworld who worked tirelessly to keep the Underworld in check, despite never asking for the job.

Second, a man in a different robe that had pointy shoulders, another long stick but this time topped with a snake, and a tall hat. He was told to be the Sorcer of the Sands, an advisor to the bad Sultan But through smarts, he revealed a swindler trying to trick the princess.

Third, a lady with a horned hood, a long cloak, and another held stick but this topped with a small ball. She was the Thorn Fairy who lived on a magical mountain. She was an extremely strong and powerful ruler, even compared to the others. She could make storms, cover her kingdom in thorns, and even turn into a dragon.

Fourth, and last, was a lady in a long robe and a crown and who was holding out an apple that looked like something was on it making a skull. She was revealed as the Fair Queen who was a ruler who put everything into whatever she did, even her looks, which she checked daily. She was also known as a master of making poisons.

“All pretty cool, right?” Ace had pride written all over his face after his little lecture. “Not like some little cat.”

“Myah?! What was that?” Grim’s fur stood on end, and even from behind him, Finn could see and feel small yet burning-hot flames coming out of Grim’s mouth at every word.

And at this, Ace burst out laughing. “Pfft! Hahaha! I- I can't anymore! Hahaha! Are you clueless?! The kid might have an excuse, but who beyond kindergarten doesn't know the Great Seven? You need to go back, kitty? Hahaha!”

“What did you just call me?! I'm Grim! The Great Grim! Not some cat or kitty! You should be groveling!” The flames were coming out only bigger and hotter. A lot hotter. Finn stepped back, away from the flames and the now growling Grim. Grim wasn't just a cat. Grim was who chased Finn through a long hallway. Grim has as much fire as he needed one breath away. Grim was the terrifying creature who made him so scared only yesterday.

“Groveling?! Ha! You're just some weird cat unable to even name history’s biggest figures! Anyways, I gotta go. This has been a blast. Byyyeeee!” Ace turned around and started to walk off, only to stop in place as a fireball shot by his head.

Finn turned around and ran to the statue furthest from them. He almost dove behind the lion-man statue and brought his knees to his chest and arms over his head while covering his ears. Tears immediately welled up in his eyes and his heart pounded in his chest as fast as it could. None of the sounds he heard went away from covering his ears, it only muffled. He tried to close his eyes but all he could see was the hallway he had run from Grim and the fire.

There was so much yelling. Some from Ace. Some from Grim. There was even the heat from Grim’s fireballs shooting by with high-speed wind moving them around. Whenever one of them hurled by, Finn’s eyes shot open showing more and more people crowding around yelling and only adding to the sound.

It went on for what felt like forever until one loud voice smashed through all others, enough for Finn to make out. “ENOUGH!” It created pure silence, allowing Finn to uncover his ears and open his eyes to see Mister Crowley and Mist- Sam push through the crowd. Sam spotted Finn and ran up to him, lifting him, clutching him to his chest, and started rubbing his back.

Mister Crowley stamped a larger key, one that was almost half his height onto the ground. “What is going on here?”

Finn turned his head to see through blurry, tear-filled eyes, the previously fighting duo scared and unmoving in front of the headmaster next to a black, charred, statue of the Queen of Hearts.

[heeracha]

ep 51. / ep 52. — the one with the ending, but not the end of the line. / alt ending.

end of the line. — p. jongseong

synopsis: thinking it was a hotline for people who just need someone to talk to, jay calls. but why did a clueless student answer? with jay’s phone call has a time limit, you, the clueless student, insists on staying with him until the end of the line.

pairing: jay x f!reader

content/genre: college au (wow shocking), slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): friends teasing friends, yk affectionate teasing, swearing, tell me if i missed something !! kissing, marriage talks hehehe

note: here's the playlist <3 okay omg last chap !! sjdkshfbsd okay a few notes, thanks to @prdxxxinvasion for enhancing the angst as always and giving ideas, @precioussoulofmine for reading and the bubs nickname idea and ofc thank you for reading this smau as a whole even though its not my best HBSDHBS but thank you sm u guys AAAA bubs and honey signing off :( <3 also you guys know later alt ending, u dont have to read if u dont wanna <3

you put the last set of books from the box to the shelf, dusting your hands off as you look at them. “was that the last box?” you ask, turning around. jay catches your lips with his, cupping your cheeks as you kiss back, softly giggling against his mouth. jay pulls away, wrapping his arms around your waist as he gives your temple a kiss.

“yeah, that was the last.” jay says as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “i’m so glad we moved in together.”

“me, too, honey.” you softly say, squeezing him. 

graduation was already a year ago, you two would always stay over at each other’s place. some days, his apartment, next week yours, until jay practically lived in your apartment for a month. you jokingly told him that he might as well just move in with you and now, a month later, here you two are.

“you know what i’m thinking?” jay asks, lightly pulling away as he rests his forehead against yours. 

“me, hopefully.” you say as your hands settle at the back of his neck.

“bubs,” jay calls, placing a soft peck on your lips. “i never stop thinking about you.”

you smile, closing your eyes as you hum. “and the other?” you ask.

“we should get a cat.” jay says and you giggle, looking into his eyes.

“that’s great idea, honey.” you say.

“yeah?” jay says, eyes lighting up.

“one question,” you say and he hums. “aren’t you allergic to cats?”

jay only grins, not answering and you raise an eyebrow. “i’ll let you name it ‘iguana’.” he says and you laugh, kissing his lips. 

“i love you,” you say. “but no.”

“but bubs,” jay huffs like a child.

“no, honey.” you say. “you’re allergic.”

“but bubs—“

“no.” you say and he pouts. “you’re cute, but i don't want you fighting for your life everyday.” you say, kissing his pouty lips. “i love you so much, jongseong.”

“i love you so much, too, my love.” he says. “i can never get enough of you.”

you smile. “so, what do you want to do today?” you ask and he hums, thinking, but in the end he only shrugs. “okay, what do you want to have for dinner?”

jay hums and you chuckle, knowing he doesn’t know either. jay smiles, shaking his head. “can i ask something?” he asks and you nod, pulling away from him as you lean on the back of the couch behind you. “why were you insistent on talking to me before?”

you smile. “are you still guilty about lying?” you ask and jay shrugs. “honey, we’re not perfect. i have done stupid things, too. i just cried instead of just talking to you. we wouldn’t have to go through that stuff if only i just talked to you.”

jay chuckles. “true, but…” he shrugs. “i rejected you, lied and then you thought i stood you up, i just… didn’t think you would still tak to me after everything.”

“you thought i stood you up, too.” you say. “are you regretting that we’re together?”

“no!” jay exclaims and you laugh. “i just want to know why.”

“you didn’t cause that much damage, jongseong. i was just shock is all, that’s why i didn’t talk to you for months.” you say, chuckling. “and when you want someone to stay in your life, you have to do something about it.” you smile and jay smiles. “plus, i know that this would have been something beautiful, i’m right, aren’t i?”

jay nods and you smile. “you still get nervous with me?” you ask and jay shakes his head.

“there’s no reason for me to be nervous, anymore.” jay says. “why should i be nervous? i feel the safest with you.” he says and you smile, opening your arms. your boyfriend immediately takes up the offer, hugging you as he rests his temple against yours.

“i love you, jongseong,” you softly say and he hums. “i will never get tired of saying that.”

“i love you, too, y/n.” he mumbles and you smile. “you know, we should just spend the whole day cleaning around.” he says as he stands up straight to look around. you look around the living room, and yes, it was still a big mess. it felt like the place was crowded with your things, even though you two didn’t have that much stuff.

“you’re right.” you say, “should we just place the shelf near the tv?”

“more space, yeah.” jay agrees as he starts to move the shelf and with you helping, even though he insists that he can do it. he starts to point things out, how they would look better and cleaner at another spot. you realized how thorough jay was. you always knew he hates mess, but you also knew he doesn’t like cleaning. maybe just when he’s not feeling it.

“you think it would be better if the coffee table was under the television?” jay asks and you look at the table. it does sound appealing because of the drawers, but it would feel empty in the center.

“it’d be empty here.” you say, pouting and jay hums, nodding.

“are you tired? i’m sorry.” jay softly chuckles and you shake your head.

“i look forward to cleaning with you more now.” you say and jay chuckles as you plop down the couch, never taking your eyes off of him. “besides, you being thorough will come in handy when we plan for our wedding.”

jay stares at you and you fall silent.

you didn’t mean to. but you wouldn’t lie of thinking about it, a couple of times. okay, everyday. jay is a little too husband material, it was his fault! you just know you two would be happy. very happy.

“i’m sorry,” you say, sitting up. “i…” you chuckle nervously. “i didn’t know why i said that, it’s too early. i don’t even know if you want—i’m shutting up now.” you say as your cheeks grow red. 

jay only smiles.

“i wouldn’t have pursued you if i didn’t want to.” jay says and a big weight was released off your shoulders, making you smile. “don’t worry,” he says as he walks to you, sitting at the coffee table. “i’ll make sure our wedding is perfect.”

he leans in, kissing your forehead causing you to smile and close your eyes.

“come on,” jay says, holding your hand. “cook dinner with me?”

“of course,” you say as jay stands up, pulling you with him as you intertwine your hands together.

you’ll never let go, you know. and you know he won’t let go, too.

until the end of the line, like you said from the very start.

[faiirybread]

undercover martyn︴ln4

⏳ in which..a girl streams to help her mom get better

CHAP. 1

❝and she spoke words that would melt in your hands ❞

march 03, 2023

📍massachusetts institute of technology

“thats all for today everyone, we’re gonna end a bit early, if you have any questions about the assignment email me after class.” the teacher said, wrapping up his lecture. y/n sighed, putting her laptop away, and gathering her pencils.

“y/n! wanna work together on the project?” her classmate, isabelle, asked. “yeah, sure! i have like, no ideas for it so that would be great.” y/n says with a smile. “awesome! i’ll text you.”

y/n finished packing up and walked out of the class, heading to the parking lot so she could go home, when she got a call from an unknown number. normally she would decline them, but something in her mind was telling her that she needed to pick it up.

so she did. she answered the call with a “hello?”

“hello, is this y/n y/ln?”

“yes, this is she. may i ask who’s calling?”

“this is charlotte, from florida hospital, we’re calling to inform you that sophie y/ln is here, you are on her form as an emergency contact.”

when she heard that, y/n gasped, “oh my gosh, is she ok?”

“she is being given medicine right now, but she requested that you come.”

“of course, thank you so much, ill be there asap.” she said, turning on her car and driving to the airport.

“thank you, have a nice day.”

“you too.” she hung up and kept driving, scenarios of what might’ve happened to her mom running through her head, until she pulled over.

head in her hands and gasping for breath, y/n started crying. crying because she was scared of her mom leaving her, just like her dad had, just like her friends had, but her mom never had.

and she needed to make sure she wouldn’t.

so, y/n pulled the car back on the road and drove to the airport, rushing in to find a kiosk that would sell her a ticket. she went to tsa, and upon seeing the extra security mark on her ticket, they pulled her aside for further screening.

after about 10 minutes of uncomfortable questions and searches, y/n finally got to her gate. which meant she had 20 more minutes of worrying before she could get on the plane. in the meantime, she pulled out her phone and started emailing her professors, explaining that she had a family emergency and would be absent for at least that day. as she had gotten a ticket so last minute, she was in the back of the line and had to squeeze into a middle seat.

after an hour squeezed in between two people in quite possibly the smallest seat ever, y/n got off the plane and called an uber to take her to the hospital. it pulled up quickly, and she got in.

“so, headed to the hospital?” the driver checked, looking at her in his mirror.

“yes, please.” she smiled to the driver and put on her seatbelt. “can you go fast, please? its my mom, i want to make sure she’s ok.”

he nodded and started driving, weaving in between traffic and quite possibly speeding at some points, but y/n didn’t mind. she needed to get to her mom, even if it meant she was in a bed next to her.

as soon as he pulled up to the drop-off area, she jumped out, and waved to him as a thank you. running into the hospital, she got in line to the front desk.

time seemed to pass slowly, seconds lasting minutes, minutes lasting hours, all the while her mind was running with possibilities.

what if she got in an accident? maybe she fell down the stairs? or burned herself cooking?

LUX’S NOTE..

welcome to undercover martyn! i hope you all enjoy (: im so sorry about the ending lmao, they have never been my strong suit. hopefully throughout this they get better though!

[thedreamworldlibrary]

Magia Chap. 4-Sara's 'Other Friends'

Next chapter, and a Sara-focused one! This one was my favorite to write! Maybe because Sara is one of my favorite characters, and I wanted to shed some light on what she’s been doing behind the scenes.

Big thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader.

Enjoy!

As Sara was walking to her office, she answered her phone and sighed, “Hey Winnie.”

“Hey, Sara,” Winnie replied. “Listen, I've been realizing you're lacking in souls. You said you had that Lewis kid in mind and I don’t see his soul.”

Sara sighed, “Look I’ll get his soul as soon as I can. Things have…come up, recently.” She explained.

Winnie growled, “Well you better hurry up!” He snapped.

Sara flinched on the other side of the phone, whimpering a bit.

“Litho doesn’t like waiting. I promised him a soul, and I better see one, or else he’s not going to be happy.” Winnie explained, before hanging up on her.

The female founder groaned in frustration, as she decided to go to her office, cool down, and think of what to do before Winnie or Litho did something to the facility. Sara was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t realize she bumped into her old teacher and current engineer, Eric.

“Oh, sorry Sara!” Eric apologized, struggling to hold the stacks of papers in his arms.

“N-No it’s fine. I should’ve looked where I was-” Sara was cut off as she froze as her eyes glowed pink.

Sara saw she was no longer at the facility, but in the forest, facing a burning house. She was horrified, stepping back away from the fire. She couldn’t run, or do anything just watch the fire burn as a familiar scream rang inside..

“HELP ME! SOMEBODY PLEASE LET ME OUT!” Eric screamed, banging on the door.

“Eric?” Sara asked. She stepped back, she didn’t want Eric to die. Out of everyone in this plan of immortality, she wanted to spare Eric. “N-No. Winnie…why…why him?”

“CARLY?! ANYONE!?” Eric screamed, begging for help.

“N-No! Eric!” Sara screamed as she tried to rescue him only for the roof of the house to collapse, cutting Eric’s cries off.

“ERIC NO!” Sara screamed, as her eyes went back to normal. She breathed heavily seeing she was back at the facility and not facing a burning building. 

“S-Sara?” Eric asked.

Sara slowly turned to see the older man, looking horrified. The papers he was holding fell to the ground.

“S-Sorry. I-I just…” Sara stuttered as the thoughts of Eric in a house fire plagued her mind.

Eric went over to her and hugged her tightly, shushing her and rubbing her back, “H-hey. It’s been a stressful few months, you and your friends need to take it easy for the day.” He said, in a soothing voice.

Sara sniffled and nodded, hugging Eric back. “A-Alright.” She replied.

Eric let go of the hug, ruffled Sara’s hair, and kneeled down to pick up the papers, “Once I pick all these papers up, I’ll let Lewis and Oliver know ok?”

“Okay,” Sara replied. She walked back to her office slowly, shut the door, and locked it. She slowly sank down to the floor pulled her legs close and buried her face.

At that point, Wiatt was right that she and Lewis did have powers. She wasn’t sure what Lewis’s was yet, but what she saw was a vision of Eric dying. She thought to herself, “Is my power time-related?”

“Wiatt, this is all your fault. You fucking idiot.” Sara whispered as she cried.

Sara quietly cried for about half an hour before calming down. She wiped the tears from her eyes pulled out her phone and called Winnie back. She had some questions to ask him, and hopefully, he’ll have the answers. Sara put the phone to her ear and waited for the Pegasus animatronic to call her back.

“This better be important.” Winnie groaned.

“It is.” Sara replied, “Where are you? I need to speak with you in person.”

Winnie smirked, “You know where I am,” He said.

Sara’s eyes widened knowing where Winnie was located. She hung up, unlocked her door, and looked around hoping no one saw her before stepping out of her office and headed towards the maintenance room. She looked around one more time before going in and shutting the door.

“Are you alone?” Winnie asked.

“I am,” Sara replied. “I made sure of it.”

Winnie groaned and stretched his body, tired of sitting around like he was broken. “Ah, finally! I hate sitting around like some rag doll.” He exclaimed. “So did you get the soul?”

Sara shook her head, which disappointed the Pegasus animatronic. “Before you get angry I have a question.” She stated.

Winnie groaned, “Not again Sara.”

“It’s important and I’ll get back on track with helping you.”

“Fine,” Winnie grumbled a bit, but Sara couldn’t make out what he said.

Sara pulled out her phone went to her photos and showed the most recent photo of Wiatt’s Jewelry Box. “Does this look familiar to you?” She asked.

Winnie looked at the photo and his eyes widened in shock. “Hey! I’ve seen that box before!” He exclaimed, “It was a family heirloom given from my grandfather to my father. What’s it doing in your hands?”

“It’s not mine. It’s Wiatt’s.” Sara replied, putting her phone back in her pocket.

“Who now?” Winnie asked, tilting his head.

“Just some friend of Lewis. He’s not my friend.” Sara answered. “Hey brought over this box, opened it and somehow all of us are acting strange.”

“How?”

“Well, for starters, did your family ever open the box?” Sara asked. If Winnie mentioned he and his family had it then sure she’ll get answers about how to cure her friends.

Winnie sighed, “We did, but all there was, was jewels. You couldn’t wear them, so we just let them sit on the high shelf as a way to organize books.” He explained.

Sara was surprised Winnie’s family opened the box, but nothing happened. So, why did something…magical happen?

Sara sighed, “Well for us…and this might sound crazy, but I think my friends and I got powers from the box.” She admitted.

Winnie stared at the female founder like she had two heads. He then snickered before going into full-on laughter, surprising Sara. “Oh, that’s rich! You, the other founders, and that Wiatt kid got powers from a box!” He laughed. “What’s next, one of those boys is my grandson!?”

Sara gave a light chuckle as if he wasn’t wrong.

The pegasus animatronic calmed down, and let out a sigh. “Alright, here’s what I’ll do. I’ll speak to Litho about this issue and see if he can issue you more time or let me do all the work.” He explained.

Sara sighed, “Thank you, Winnie.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Sara. Litho will still be angry about you not doing your job, and would probably make you do it for him.” Winnie said, inching close to Sara’s face. The female founder was frightened till Winnie pulled away and went off to where Litho was stationed.

Winnie walked towards a hidden area of the facility, an area that hadn’t been built yet, and the only thing there was caution tape. Despite working alongside Litho, Winnie was still  nervous talking to him.

“Uh…Litho it’s me.” Winnie spoke up.

A black shadow with multiple eyes appeared towering over the animatronic.

“Carlos? What brings you here? Is Sara doing what she was told?” Litho asked, calling Winnie by his former name.

“Uh…no, but she did ask me a weird question,” Winnie answered.

Litho glared as he circled around Winnie like a predator stalking its prey. “Why is that little pest so incompetent!?” He shouted, surprising the animatronic. “I thought I had that incompetent fool wrapped around my finger the day her life came tumbling down!”

“Well, uh…you’ve been around for a very long time Litho. So you must have knowledge of Sara’s question?” Winnie asked.

Litho glared, “this question better be important.” He spat.

“So, does a Jewelry Box with gems containing magical powers sound familiar to you?” Winnie asked, giving a sheepish smile.

Litho glared, but hearing about the Jewelry Box did sound familiar. “It depends, describe it for me.” He said.

“Well, it had four jewels painted on the lid, the box was wooden brown and rectangular in shape, and oh there was a red jewel that looked like your eyes,” Winnie explained.

Litho’s eyes widened before turning into a deep glare as Winnie described the box in full detail. Litho then leaned in closer as he growled at the Pegasus animatronic. “And none of you took it!?” He growled.

“W-Well it’s under the hands of a kid named Wiatt, he opened it and Sara thinks she, him, and her friends have powers or something,” Winnie replied, nervously.

Litho growled and used his puppet strings to pull Winnie close, his eyes glowing bright red. “That box is the reason why I LOOK LIKE THIS, you parasite!” He yelled. “It was the first time I was defeated, before meeting…”

“Meeting who?” Winnie asked. “The kid with the violin?”

“What do you think, Nicholson?” Litho asked.

“Oh. I get it now.” Winnie answered.

Litho dropped the animatronic to the ground as he continued to ramble about the Jewelry Box, “That box was created many years before I met that child. The four of them tried to stop me, but it wasn’t enough for them. Frankly, they're gone now.” He explained before chuckling.

Winnie brushed himself off as he looked at the demon, “So now what? Do you still want Sara and me to create immortality, or-“ Winnie was cut off by Litho.

“OF COURSE I STILL WANT YOU TWO TO HELP ME, YOU PEST!” Litho shouted, making Winnie flinch. Litho then calmed down and continued, “But keep an eye on Sara, her friends, and Wiatt for the time being. I’ll find the victims for you, in hopes it keeps Sara in line.”

“Yes of course,” Winnie replied. “In fact,” he smirked, “I may have someone in mind.”

Back at Eric’s office, Eric finally picked up all the papers off the ground and got them all organized. “Phew…finally got things done.” Eric sighed. He turned around to see Carly, relaxing on the couch in his office as she played a game on her phone.

Eric smiled but was soon interrupted by a text. The text was from a number he didn’t quite recognize. Thinking it was a spam message he was going to delete it until he saw the message started with:

“Hey, the Director here…”

Eric opened up the message and read it:

“Hey, the Director here! I left some important documents over at the household of Mr. Lewis Bright. Please go pick them up as soon as possible.”

Eric sighed and got up, which caught Carly’s attention. “Where are you going?” Carly asked.

“Got a message from the director.” Eric groaned. “He wants me to run by Lewis’s house to pick up paperwork.”

Carly got up, “can I go with you?” She asked.

“No Carly, best you stay here and keep an eye on Lewis and his friends,” Eric told her.

Carly groaned and rolled her eyes as she went back to playing her game.

Eric rushed out of the facility passing by Lewis, who was confused as to where his former teacher was running off. “Eric, where are you going, darling?” Lewis asked.

“Oh, the director texted me that I needed to pick up some important documents at your old home. I’ll be back.” Eric said as he rushed off in his car.

Lewis was confused, did Eric forget to take his medication again? He knew his former teacher had poor memory, but he started to take medication which helped at times. However, there were days when those poor memories would randomly kick in, even if he did take his medication. However, that’s once in a blue moon.

“Lewis,” Sara said. “Where is Eric running off to?”

“Something about some files being left at my house by the director.” Lewis explained. “However, I don’t recall any files left by the director.”

Sara’s eyes widened remembering her memories from her powers earlier. She hated remembering that, however, it was all connected…

The house in the woods…Lewis’s house was in the woods.

Eric…Eric would be in that house…and then…the fire…that dreaded fire.

Sara snapped out of it and ran after her former teacher, “Eric! Wait!” She yelled.

“Sara! What’s going on?!” Lewis shouted, confused where his best friend was going.

“No time to explain! I need to stop Eric, he’s in danger!” Sara yelled as she jumped into her car and went to Lewis’s home, hoping to make it in time to stop the older man.

Lewis stood in shock and confusion, “now what’s going on with her?” He asked.

In the shadows, Winnie snarled and glared at Sara. “What are you doing Sara?”

[bunnywritesjunk]

Ruusaan | Captain Rex x Reader

Series summary: You missed your tropical planet, but coruscant had more to offer. You are a field medic in the 501st. you work closely with the captain in hopes of not losing your job. But how close is too close.

Chapter summary: Rex hasn't spoken to you in days. Hopefully this mission will give you guys some time to talk.

Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader

Warnings: Slavery, Suicide (Canon typical suicide), Rated R

Word count: 3k

Series Masterlist

Genre: Fluff and angst

A/n: Hello everyone, this is the start of a next arc. Rexy boy is getting a little serious ooooh. I'm gonna try to post chapter 9 really soon. I think after this chap or the next one y'all will finally get what you've been waiting for.

Chapter 8

Rex hasn't you in days. He needed time to process his newfound feelings. There’s only one person that could give him proper advice on how to continue. Rex hadn’t thought about relationships with anyone, especially before the war ended. Did he want a relationship? Would it get in the way of his duties? Before he could overthink he found General Skywalker. He was in the hangar speaking to a trooper and General Kenobi. Rex nodded at them in a small greeting.

“General, Trooper.” Rex said to the group.

“Morning Rex.” Skywalker greeted him back.

“General Skywalker, can we speak in private?”

“Sure.”

Obi-wan and the soldier left promptly.

“What is it, Rex?” Anakin asked.

Rex looked around, troops were buzzing around the hangar going in all directions.

“Uh, maybe somewhere more private.”

Anakin nodded and started leading him away to an empty hangar control room.

“Is there something I should be worried about?” Anakin asked the Captain.

“No sir”

Once they got to the control room, Anakin closed the door behind them and stood next to it looking at Rex.

“Well, I had a question for you. A hypothetical question.”

“Go on.” Said Anakin.

“Well say hypothetically, there’s a soldier who has taken a liking to someone on their team. Hypothetically the teammate is showing interest as well, but the soldier has not had any form of a real relationship before and has important duties to attend to. Should the soldier pursue the teammate or keep their distance?”

“Huh, and this is all hypothetical?”

Rex nodded.

Anakin smirked at the Captain.

“Well, I think the soldier should have as many experiences as possible.

Relationships with teammates can be complicated. Just keep doing your- I mean he should keep doing his job and keep the relationship quiet. I don’t think many people will mind.”

Rex looked down at his feet, thinking about what was said.

“This is all hypothetical of course.” Anakin winked at him and left the control room.

Rex replayed the questions that has been plaguing his mind for the past few days. He knew his body yearned for you. His mind was even more fond of the medic. He managed to control his urges but that didn’t stop his dreams from reminding him of his current issue.

What the General said did strike a chord with him. To have more experiences. Rex walked out of the control room and headed down through the hangar. He needed to talk to you, just not today. He was still reeling from the last time he saw you. He needed time to think about what he wanted to say to you. You worked with him, Rex wanted to be careful about how he went about explaining his feelings to you. He walked back to his bunk to check his holo-pad. There was an upcoming mission briefing soon. He made his way to the bridge.

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Slipping into your battle gear was no easy feat but you managed. You were being called to a special assignment. You weren't given the details yet but you were excited to get back into the field. After the Umbara incident, you got benched to make sure you're ok to go back into battle. Na'wi has been getting all the fun assignments, meanwhile, you're stuck on the ship. She even got called early to the mission you were getting ready for. Someone was supposed to contact you soon to brief you on the mission. You went through your pack to make sure you had all your supplies fully cleaned and stocked. You were a little nervous but you knew this mission would be better this time. Your holoprojector beeped in your pocket. You pulled it quickly and answered it. The holo materialized onto the device showing Na'wi and Anakin. You greeted them warmly.

“Hey girl, we're briefing you on the mission.” Na'wi said.

“Alright, hit me.” You responded. Anakin spoke.

“Well, This one is a little bit different from what you would normally do. But you can help us a lot.” You nodded waiting for him to continue.

“The people of the planet Shili have been kidnapped. We suspect it was Zygerrian Slavers with the help of Dooku.”

“Zygerrians?!” You exclaimed.

“Yeah, we figured that might strike a chord with you. We are going to Zygerria to infiltrate the system and get the Togruta people back to their home planet. Believe me, I have no desire to be civil with that scum. But, given your planetary history, you could prove useful.”

You looked down at your feet, processing the information you were given. Your planet has had issues with the Zygerrians for centuries. They saw your people as nothing but prizes to be won. Despite your planet remaining peaceful for all these years they still try to kidnap and enslave your people. They are a cunning and money-hungry planet.

“So you're going to use me as bait?” You asked.

“Not exactly. We need someone the Zygerrians will stop at nothing to have. You won't be sold, and you'll be with Rex, Ahsoka and I the whole time. Listen, you don't have to take this mission if it's too much.”

You knew the General wasn't trying to make you sound weak for turning the mission down but it bothered you anyway. You haven't seen action in weeks, not taking it would mean at least another few weeks benched.

“Alright, I'll help.”

“Great, you won't need your gear or armor, and wear something more...Traditional if you know what I mean.” Anakin said.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, ok I can do that.”

“Hey, that wasn't my idea it was her's” He pointed to Na'wi.

“Well, the plan will work better if she doesn't look like a Republic nurse. The rest of the Squadron will be holding down the fort on Shili waiting for you guys to return.” Na'wi said.

“Don't worry, we'll be in costume too. Our shuttle will arrive in the hangar in about thirty minutes. Be ready by then.” Anakin said.

“Yes sir.”

You severed the connection and put your holoprojector back in your pocket. You stared at the wall for a second before making your way to your closet. You saved a few outfits from your planet for when you visit home. You picked an outfit that you didn't care if it got ruined. It was a long orange skirt with embroidery and beading on it. It came with a matching one-shoulder crop top. You also grabbed a pair of simple brown sandals. It was considered a casual piece of clothing for your family despite the hours it took to make. You remember the shop you got it from, a kind old woman sized and fit it for you. You're sure she wouldn't mind making you another one. You took off your field nurse uniform and slipped into the outfit.

You set the clothes aside and went back into your closet and pulled out a large jewelry box. Jewelry is a status symbol on your planet. The more beads, shells, and gems you wore, the more important you are. You chose pieces that had little sentimental value as they would probably be lost during the mission. The Zygerrians would know that. You placed gold cuffs on your pointed ears, making sure your hair was done in a way they were very visible. You placed gold bands on your arms and rings into your nostrils. Some had beads dangling from them. You fastened some shells into your hair as well. Lastly, you placed a gold cuff onto your tail, it has a band of red crystal running through it, a crystal that can only be found on your planet.

You pulled out a black cloak to hide your clothing while you walked to the hangar. Not that you were embarrassed by your culture, but more embarrassed by what you were about to do on this mission. You wanted to draw as little attention to yourself as possible.

You walked quickly to the hangar, luckily avoiding most people on your way. When you got there you saw a small ship that didn't look like a republic ship. Ahsoka, Anakin, and R2-D2 were standing near the entrance. Ahsoka noticed you first, giving you a small wave as you approached. Anakin turned towards you, He was wearing a typical Zygerrian slavers uniform. You grimaced slightly at the sight.

“Alright, we're all here. Let's get this over with.” The general said.

You followed them inside the ship and saw Rex and Obi-wan dressed similarly to Anakin. Anakin sat in the pilot's seat, Rex his co-pilot. Rex looked over his shoulder at you and nodded. You didn't acknowledge him back as you were still a little sore from your last encounter with him. He turned his attention back to the ship and started to take off. The flight would only be a few minutes long so you leaned on the wall as the other spoke. As the ship drew closer to Zygerria, more ships appeared trying to enter the planet's atmosphere.

“Looks like Zygerria is a popular place these days.” Anakin said.

“Whatever is happening is attracting plenty of high-class scum.” Obi-wan added.

As the ship lowered onto the planet your nerves heightened. You didn't know what you were in for, but you had to trust your Generals and your Captain. Ahsoka placed a hand on your shoulder as if she could feel your emotions.

“Hey, don't worry. I'm in the same boat as you are. I'll be right with you.” She said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I'm also gonna be a bargaining chip for the Zygerrians.”

You hummed. “I see, well I don't know if that makes me feel better but at least I'm not alone in that.”

Ahsoka smiled and went to the back of the ship. You felt the ship land with a thud. When Ahsoka emerged she was cloaked head to toe. You pulled the hood of your cloak up to match her a bit more. The group left the ship, The Generals and Captain leading while you and Ahsoka followed behind. The planet was warm and sunny, a contrast to what you were about to experience. Walking towards the capital you kept your head down, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself. The city was...less than hospitable. There were slave auctions and animal fights. It disgusts you. As you were walking a Twi'lek man fell onto the walking path. A Zygerrian told him to get up.

“Get up, you useless skug.” The Zygerrian spat.

“Master, the bonds, they're too heavy.” The Twi'lek said.

The Zygerrian growled. “Tell it to my whip.”

He unsheathed his weapon, about to lash the man. A hand grabbed the Zygerrians arm.

“You don't want to do that.” Ahsoka stopped the Slaver.

You helped the Twi'lek up onto his feet silently.

“You dare touch me?!” The Zygerrian said to Ahsoka.

“Excuse my slave, friend. She is freshly caught” Anakin interjected.

Two more guards approached.

“Hmm, what have we here? You wear Zygerrian armor but are not one of us. Who are you?” The Zygerrian asked.

“I've come for an audience with the queen.”

“Then you have an invitation. We cannot just let anyone in to speak with her majesty.”

“No invitation, but I do bring news. News the queen will be eager to hear.” Anakin said with a smirk.

“I doubt that you're nothing more than a Brigand.”

“I wouldn't say that, especially when the queen learns you prevented her from hearing the news about Bruno Denturri.”

An observation droid floats in between Anakin and the Zygerrian.

“Halt, cease all hostilities. This man is to be escorted to the palace by order of the queen.” The droid said.

While the standoff was happening, Obi-wan and Rex snuck off unnoticed. The walk to the palace was short. Standing in the throne room was nerve-inducing, knowing what the Zygerrians would do to get their hands on your people. And here you are on a silver platter. The Queen had a few pet birds around her.

“Make sure all preparations are complete for this evening.” The Queen said to one of her servants.

When she glanced down at Anakin her face lit up.

“And fetch refreshments.” She called to them.

The Zygerrian that escorted you introduced Anakin.

“My Queen, I present, Lars Quell.”

“Hmm so, you're the man who claims to be acquainted with Bruno Denturri?” She asked Anakin or Lars.

“Yes, your Highness. however, when I spoke with him, he failed to describe your beauty.”

You sighed. This was the plan huh?

The Queen chuckled. “Really? And did Bruno speak of my intense hatred of him? Or did that escape his memory as well?” The Queen asked with a scowl.

The Zygerrian guard raised his blaster at Anakin. Anakin gently pushed the blaster tip away from his face.

“He needed not speak of it, your majesty. In fact, Bruno Denturri will not be speaking...Ever again.”

“What do you mean?”

“Bruno Denturri's dead by my hand. Here are two slaves from his palace, compensation for my efforts.”

Anakin grabbed Ahsoka's cloak and revealed her beautiful blue slave outfit. You would've wanted to know where she got it if it weren't for the circumstances.

“Unhand me, Brigand!” Ahsoka exclaimed.

“And this one I think you'll especially take a liking to.” Anakin walked up to you and took your cloak off.

The Queen gasped and stood up.

“An Igbo woman, she is rare. You impress me, Lars Quell, they are quite a prize. And to have defeated Bruno Denturri in combat? Well, you must be quite the warrior.” The Queen approached.

The servants bowed to her so you and Ahsoka followed suit. She circled you slowly, inspecting. She grabbed your tail and you fought the urge to pull away and hiss. She let go but replaced her grip on your face. Turning your head side to side and opening your mouth to see your teeth.

“What region are you from?” The Queen asked you.

“Yoruba.” You responded. Your tail flicked back and forth in annoyance.

The Queen hummed. “These slaves are certainly of fine stock. Bruno always knew how to choose a beautiful female.”

The Queen stalked over to Ahsoka and gripped her arm.

“Don't you dare touch me.” Ahsoka ripped out of the Queen's grasp.

The queen scowled “Though she will have to be processed. Her demeanor leaves much to be desired. I will bring in a friend of mine for the Igbo woman, he will pay nicely for her. What is your price for the Togruta?”

“With respect, how can I price the beauty of these slaves when I look upon the magnificence of your Highness, whose beauty would make the brightest star seem dull by comparison?” Anakin said.

Ahsoka looked at you and rolled her eyes. You shrugged in response.

“Lars Quell, you flatter me.” The Queen chuckled.

“No your majesty, however...” Anakin started whispering in the Queen's ear. She giggled.

“Lars, stop it, stop it! Hmm you are a bold one aren't you?”

“My reputation precedes me then.”

“Perhaps we can find a way to put a price on your slaves. Come walk with me.” Anakin and the queen linked arms and walked up the throne room steps.

You and Ahsoka followed. Beyond the throne room was a large balcony. The Queen's Twi'lek slave followed her with a tray of beverages. The queen took one and continued to speak to Anakin.

“Slavery is the natural order of things. The weak deserve nothing more than to kneel before the strong, bound to our service.” She continued.

“I will need men with your talents to spread our ways across the galaxy.”

Suddenly, The Twi'lek girl lunged at the queen with a knife. Anakin grabbed her forearm stopping her assault.

“Ah, let me go!” She screamed at Anakin. He released her and she fell back.

“You dare raise a hand against your master? Clearly, you require further processing.” The Queen said with venom.

The girl backed up to the balcony wall.

“No! I won't go back there!.” She said while climbing onto the wall.

“Wait, Stop!” Anakin lunged for the girl, but it was too late. She jumped.

You gasped and covered your mouth as you heard her body hit the ground. That poor girl was driven to kill herself because of these people.

The Queen sat on the balcony edge and sighed.

“Such a waste, but perhaps she was more trouble than she's worth.”

“But you Lars, you are proving quite resourceful, very well I will pay your price for this slave girl. It seems I am in need of a new servant.” She gestured to Ahsoka.

Anakin glanced once more at the body below. “She is my gift to you, your Highness.”

“You are a man of many surprises, it pleases me. My friend should be here shortly for the Igbo woman. Also, I wish you to be my guest at the slave auction, and to sit at my side.” The queen held her hand out for Anakin to take. He took it gently and led her away. Back inside the throne room, another Zygerrian guard entered.

“Your majesty, your guest is here.” He said.

Your heart pounded. You took a deep breath willing yourself to calm down. The man that entered was huge. He towered over the other Zygerrian guards and held authority. The Queen went to greet him.

“Ah, Jarok. Welcome, I have a wonderful surprise for you.” The Queen beckoned you over. You walked up to them calmly not looking him in the eye.

“Where did you catch her.” The Zygerrian now known as Jarok asked not taking her gaze off of you.

“She was acquired at Bruno Denturri's palace.” Anakin said.

Jarok placed a finger under your chin, lifting your head. You looked into his eyes.

“For years, I have been searching for one such as you.” His voice was firm and quiet.

“What is your price?”

[pdrrook]

I’m so excited for the new game! It’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to ask all the questions and spoilers about them. Just two very different questions if you don’t mind. What does the new game mean for Perfumare (like are you planning to alternate releases or just see where the writing takes you?) and (only if you’re taking asks) for all the new ROs, how do they generally show romantic interest?

And I am excited that you are excited! :D Can't wait to share the next chap and hopefully answer some, if not all, of the questions you might have!

"What does the new game mean for Perfumare" Nothing much tbh, I am still mainly working on PFM, and switching between the two when I hit a block.

"and (only if you’re taking asks) for all the new ROs, how do they generally show romantic interest?"

Ofc I take asks! Here we go:

Mirren is very much ‘behind the scenes’ romance, in a way that it’s obvious they are in love to all BUT the person who they are in love with. Doing MC’s work without mentioning it, dealing with MC’s issues and making their life easier? Check. They are also very blunt and to the point when the situation permits, they are not embarrassed by anything either., so they see no point in pretending they like MC less than they do.

Rez, similarly to Mirren, very blunt, as in ‘shout it from the rooftops’ blunt. Can’t keep their mouth closed once (key word being ‘once’ 🥴) they figure out they’re in love, nor do they want to really, will tell it to their friends, the person they meet on the market, MC straight to their face, in whichever order. Before the realization, they unconsciously do things they overhear other couples do like oh their friend told them they got their SO flowers, lo and behold Rez is giving MC flowers (with the roots and all, yanked straight from the ground) for no reason, just Rez being a pal haha (idiot). 

Saltire, contrary to the vibe, I guess, is rather innocent and inexperienced. They would seek MC out just to ask about their opinion about something or say ‘hi’, embarrass themselves horribly (feelings hello sheltered also), then run away as if affronted. Inwardly, they would be conscious of MC 24/7 which would make them seem snappy. Generally, tho, S is very transparent and wears their heart on their sleeve, but it’s easy to mistake their embarrassment for them being moody/annoyed with MC.

Malitiose is very straightforward, very flirty, butters MC up a LOT. But given that they’re a liar it can come off as fake, even when they are actually 100% honest. It also doesn’t help that Mal ‘molds’ themselves to MC’s expectations, or what they notice MC likes/wants to a certain degree, i.e. shy MC wants more boldness? Done. Bold MC wants someone more submissive? Done. It’s a tactic they use for more hmmm business purposes, but with MC it’s subtle (as in not forced, like they dip into and entertain different sides of themselves, not faking them entirely like they would for ppl they’re about to scam) bc they genuinely want MC to like them back (they are still evil tho so hello). They don’t, though, hide behind the mask they usually use around people, so when not being actively ‘seduced’ MC gets to see the most raw side of Mal, short-tempered worrywart and all.

Lotár’s very touchy, it’s kinda obvious if you pay attention to them because they usually don’t get close to people if they can help it (wary of getting a knife in their back, that's all), physically I mean outside of the wink wonk situations. But they are also very covert, so it’s not a fact that many people realize (like when asked, maybe 2-3 ppl would say that Lotár does that, MC can be included depending on the player). They have a habit of watering down their interest, i.e. when they mean ‘I need you,’ they would spin the situation around, so that it’d be like ‘I have the thing you want, you need me,’ which might also be obvious, because Lotár likes having a leverage over everyone and their mothers, but they also love playing hard to get as far as their help goes.

[goldfishlover73]

2, 8, 17, 22, & 23 for the fanfic writer asks! 💞

2. Do I reread my own fics?

Yes! This is a recent development!

The first fic I started doing this to was "A gutsy travel through time" I actually have it on my Kindle. I now go back and reread a lot of my more recent old stuff.

I'm actually looking forward to a time I can reread some of my more recent works (looking at you boba!!!) and are so far removed that I can look at it with fresh, non hate filled eyes.

8. Current projects!

Currently I'm working on three massive projects and one pet project. The three are in the revision stage and as my brain refuses to write new stuff.*

Which is fine! I have been dragging my feet with magical garment girls and it will need at least one (probably three) more good revisions before it's done! I'm hoping to have that done by the end of the year!

The other project is that hanahaki disease story. My goal is... May, but after some poor scheduling on my part for my last story, I'm not doing deadlines. Hopefully it will be ready by May, but it will definitely be done... By the end...of summer...

... No promises...

*my pet project is from my og fandom dcmk!!! It's not a story as much as a bunch of snippets!

I do have a dcmk id like to get done by December! That's my 20 years writing fanfic and I'd like to do a full circle before my anniversary 🥰

17. Anything learned while writing fanfic?

Loads! Marigolds are cabbage worm deterrents! How far San Diego is from me. The science behind baking. Naruto's plot. How to hide your search history.

Lots and lots and lots.

22. Will I know how it ends before I start?

Sometimes! You know where you start, you know where you end. The middle is questionable at best.

But sometimes I get lost on the road of life (whatever Kakashi says) and the characters want someone different.

That's... How magical garment girl got 15 more chapters...

But other times I just finish a sentence and... Stop. It will seem like a good place to stop and I reread it and try to go where I wanted but it just doesn't work. I guess this is where it ends. It's beautiful that way.

23 where to end a chapter!

This is tricky!

When I'm initially writing I kind of just stop "this is fine" and move to the next chapter. But after I finish the story (I Wait to post multi chaps until it's all done) I review chapter length and try to get chapters to the same length (unless I'm being artsy fartsy and change the pg length for some reason).

So usually they are the same length with a SD of a page or two. For magical garment girl, each chap is 7-10 pages on average. Misadventure was 4-6 until the time jump. Then they got longer on purpose.

Boba was a pain because I wanted them all to be at least 2-4 pages, but I didn't want to bloat it. So some were very short

I always try to have something important happen in a chapter, whether it's world building, character development, or story progression. Or setting up for one of those things. I don't want anyone to read something and think "what was the point?" (... Unless I'm setting plot up for later)

My biggest fear with a long fic is people getting bored while I drag out the plot (mgg 😭), but we're also here to have fun.

Not sure if I answered your question! TLDR: I don't know what I'm doing 🙃

Thank you for asking!! 🥰🥰🥰

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

chap 2 - the batclan and the wayne family

incredibly I managed to not only write a second (itty bitty) chapter but also update something within three days! amazing

here’s the link to the first part, hopefully it works but if not search my blog for ‘my writing’: https://www.tumblr.com/tryingahandinholdingapen/712989676879953920/the-batclan-and-the-wayne-family?source=share

here’s the link for reading on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46065967/chapters/116075239

or if you want to read the second chapter here on tumblr, click the read more below this chapter summary:

Cuckoo tries to explain the concept of a secret identity to Damian, but gets distracted because 'did Talia really not tell you there's more than one vigilante in Gotham, why, oh my god'

“The first thing you need to understand, is that your father is a member of both the Wayne family and the Batclan, but these are two separate groups. His identity as Batman is not well-known, nor are there any publicly known ties between the Wayne family and the Batclan. This must remain true.”

“Why?”

“This way is more efficient, and also allows for a healthier lifestyle for members. For example, people who are not willing to talk to or work with the Bats might be willing to with the Waynes – and vice versa – meaning that maintaining the public perception that they have nothing to do with each other effectively doubles potential allies and sources of information. It also means that, for example, your father is not expected to handle crime when not in the guise of Batman, meaning he has time in which he can mostly relax which is important for his health.”

Damian did not look entirely convinced, though he nodded to move on for now. Though he hesitated before asking his next question, scowling down at his feet crossed in front of him where he'd begrudgingly joined Cuckoo on the floor. Cuckoo watched him patiently, and waited.

“Why...why do you keep using plural? Members, Bats, Waynes? I thought only father operated in Gotham.”

“Ah,” Cuckoo winced, “See this is why it would have been better if I had been able to come earlier.”

They paused, gaze fixed on the wall.

Damian lost patience, insecurity twining his words as he asked in a harsher tone, “What do you mean by that?”

Cuckoo only shook their head, then began to answer.

“You are Bruce Wayne's biological child. This guarantees you a place in his family, and as part of the Wayne family, if you want it. The only reason this might be revoked is if you repeatedly attempt to kill or seriously harm other members.”

Damian twitched at the repeated plural 'members', but didn't get a chance to interrupt before they continued speaking.

“However, your father does also have other children so you would not be the sole heir as I believe your mother told you. Having a place in his family and in the Wayne family also does not guarantee a place in the Batclan.”

”What.” Damian's voice was very flat, and utterly furious.

“You heard what I said,” Cuckoo said, equally flat, unimpressed.

There was another brief pause as the child visibly fought against his fury and Cuckoo waited for him to regain control of himself before continuing.

“To become a member of the Batclan, you must first gain your father's approval as well as the approval of Alfred Pennyworth – known as Agent A in Batclan matters – who is your father's own father figure. This would allow you to begin preliminary training. To continue your training to completion, and to officially become a member of the Batclan and thus be allowed to operate in the field, you will also need to complete the training provided by your father as well as obtain approval from your predecessor.”

“...Predecessor?” Without his anger, the child just seemed subdued and a little lost.

Cuckoo's lips twitched into a gentle smile beneath their mask, and they leaned forward slightly.

“Let me tell you about the rest of your family.”

[ao3gobi17]

ETA on the next chapter of custody?

🥺🙏🏻

It's pretty much all mapped out, and a third written?? I was feeling a lil unsure about where to go, so now that's out of the way (at least till the next chap lol) I can hopefully start punching through it with some speed! Because it's only about a third written, I'm not confident on a specific ETA yet, but I will probably have a better and better idea over the next couple days!

(Also I'm still holding the question asking for a snippet and will reply as soon as I have a snippet to post - I think I wanna avoid the spoilers, but its mostly 'spoiler' bits I've written so far!)

<3

[masivechaos]

☆ remus lupin masterlist!

masterlist / marauders masterlist / request

❁- fluff ✾- angst

★ YOUNG REMUS LUPIN:

the five times remus denied his feelings and the time he finally accepted them ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 4.3k

the five times Remus denied his feelings and the time he finally accepted them everything is in the title ✾❁

i get it ! - remus lupin x fem! slytherin! reader | 3.7k

Y/n and Remus started dating but knowing that the rest of the marauders wont like her because of her house, they keep their relationship secret. And it turns out that they were right, when the boys find that they’re dating, a certain Sirius Black don’t seem do appreciate her company. ✾❁

i'll kiss all of your scars ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 2.1k

Y/n and Remus grew closer lately, a little too close for Remus. It’s not that he doesn’t like her, it’s even the opposite, he loves her for as long as he can remember but he can't handle the rejection if she learns he’s a werewolf. ✾❁

only you, only us ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 1.8k

Remus is in love you with you, but how could you ever feel the same when Sirius exist? He's so perfect and Remus can't help but feel jealous ❁

pyjama pants ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 1.7k

Remus is in a bad phase and doesn’t want Y/n to see him like this. But she doesn’t care, she’ll stick next to him until he calms down. ❁

healing my aching soul ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 1.6k

You ask Remus out on a date but he refuses for a mysterious reason ✾❁

kiss you when i wake up ! - drunk! remus lupin x gn! ravenclaw! reader | 1.5k

You are late for a party and Remus has the great idea to drink while waiting ❁

you'll be alright ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 1.3k

You never thought life after graduating could be this stressful but hopefully your boyfriend is always by your side to comfort you ❁

love you through eternity ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 1.3k

When everything seems lost in the darkness, Remus is the light you need. ❁

when we are older ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 1.1k

During your monthly after-full-moon cuddle session, your plans about the future get more and more concrete and you both become surprisingly shy ❁

just kiss me ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 1.1k

Remus finally has the courage to kiss you but for a reason he ignores, you refuse it and it hurts ✾❁

the prettiest wife ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 1k

A rainy day with your loving husband ❁

bookshop meeting ! - remus lupin x gn! reader | 1k

You finally can buy this book, but apparently you are not the only one interested ❁

smile ! - remus lupin x gn! reader | 0.6k

"i hate everyone" - "except me right?" - "especially you." ❁

backyard boy ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 0.4k

Backyard boy by Claire Rosinkranz ❁

untitled ! - remus lupin x gn! reader | 0.4k

untitled by the cure ✾

you do? ! - remus lupin x gn! reader | 0.3k

remus takes care of you when you are drunk ❁

plainsong ! - remus lupin x gn! reader | 0.3k

plainsong by the cure ✾

★ SERIES:

coffee lover ! - remus lupin x gn! reader | 4.7k

Remus had just moved in and new neighbourhood means new habits

CHAP. 1 - new habits | 2.2k ❁

CHAP. 2 - strawberry biscuits | 2.5k ❁

CHAP. 3 - tired | 2k ✾❁

CHAP. 4 - sweet comfort not out yet!

CHAP. 5 - book for a coffee lover not out yet!

CHAP. 6 - dedication and happy ending not out yet

★ WOLFSTAR! PARENTS:

you remind me of him ! - wolfstar! parents x fem! daughter! reader | 2.6k

Y/n lives alone with Remus Lupin and doesn’t know anything about her other dad. But when a certain Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban everything changes. ❁

you really are cool ! - wolfstar! parents x nb! bi! reader | 1k

You spent a lot of time lately questioning your identity, but you can rely on you dads who seem to be supportive. ❁

there's maybe something... ! - wolfstar! parents x he/they! nb! lesbian! reader | 1k

as much as you try to hide your little secret, your dads can read you like an open book ❁

unlovable ! - wolfstar! parents x gn! reader | 0.9k

your friends just cancelled your plans but Remus and Sirius are there for you ✾❁

[arlecchno]

mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

three | him

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your first encounter with viktor at the campus grounds led to a murder the next day. scaramouche thinks this case is not it for the both of you, and he needs to work on his personal space. childe seems to get the hint of the blooming relationship, while you two are still a bunch of oblivious junk heads.

warnings: swearing, slight protective scara, another childe appearance, oblivious scara lmao, mention of weapons and murder

a/n: chap 3 is here! sorry for the delay, midterms' been kicking my butt and it's only the first week of it. i have another week of midterms so hopefully i can finish up chap 4 by saturday or sunday so that i can focus on my studies 😵 happy reading!

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

“what the hell…” scaramouche mumbled, looking at the text you sent him.

annoying ass

BRO

come down to the campus park

now

URGENT‼️

he sighed. “just when i thought i could rest, i’m fresh out of the shower too.” he grumbled. quickly taking his clothes, he got ready.

whatever that might be, hopefully it's not one of her stupid shenanigans, he thought.

throwing on a simple beige t-shirt and some pants, he stepped out of his room. he took his keys and wallet along with his phone, making sure the door is locked before heading out.

you groaned. it's been 5 minutes and he still hasn't come down yet. you stared at the phone, read, it said.

you really don't have the patience for this. you darted your eyes towards the view in front of you instead. looking at your surroundings, you made sure no one is close so that you could tell scaramouche what happened previously.

archons, can he be any slower?

“what in the world could you possibly need for you to make me come down and kill my rest time?” scaramouche’s voice popped up behind you. speaking of the devil.

“goodnes! finally, you're here. you have no idea what just happened!” you whisper-shouted, shooting him a look to sit down at the park bench beside you. scaramouche let out a sigh, but obliged anyways.

“if you don’t start talking i will actually leave you here” he muttered, taking a seat beside you. he leaned back, getting comfortable on the seat first before looking at you.

you rolled your eyes at his words.

“you couldn't believe who i just met!” you said, taking a sip of the drink you bought at the campus cafe a few blocks away.

you looked at scaramouche.

“want some?” you questioned, pointing out to the drink.

he stared at the drink for a couple of seconds before snatching it away from you. “you owe me one after making me come down here for you.” he said, taking a gulp of the drink before looking at it.

strawberry tea, it’s one of your favourite tea flavours, he thinks before shaking off his thoughts. “continue.” he ordered.

“so um i basically met viktor. viktor stepanov. the guy that is our suspect!” you whisper-shouted again. “at first i didn't really recognise-“

“you what?” scaramouche suddenly interrupted you. he was frowning, thinking of something you really couldn't tell what.

“let me finish, dude.” you rolled your eyes. “i didn't recognise him at first glance but then he introduced himself-“

“wait, wait.” he interrupted again. he was pinching his nose and groaning. what could he be possibly be so mad about, you thought.

“you met him? y/n, do you know how dangerous that can be? what if he had something on him? he's a serial killer for archon's sake! who knows what he could be bringing along with him!” he rasped. looking at you, he frowned again.

you were looking at him weirdly as if something’s wrong.

finally registering what he said earlier, he went blank. what am i doing, he thought.

“ugh—sorry. it just slipped out. i know you're a great detective and i'm aware that you can defend yourself if anything were to happen.” he said, rubbing his forehead while doing so.

“are you okay at least?” he asked.

“yes.” you said firmly. “i'm fine, scara. no need to worry about me. like you said, i'm pretty capable of defending myself. and he wouldn't dare to even do such a thing at the campus ground. not when there are litters of students everywhere.”

you looked around the campus filled with countless of students to prove your point, before darting your eyes towards the person beside you.

scaramouche sighed, bringing a hand to brush his indigo hair back. “i know.” he looked away, paying attention to his surroundings instead. taking a few seconds to relax, he speaks up again. “you can continue.”

you stared at him, furrowing your brows. he will never let that go, will he…

“anyways, i met him by coincidence. i was sitting on one of these benches when he approached me suddenly. i introduced myself first, he then did the same, and that's when i immediately recognised him.” you said, remembering your first encounter with him.

“i'm viktor. viktor stepanov. a pleasure to meet you.” he says, holding out his hand to you.

you blinked, taking your time to register his words. slightly widening your eyes, you almost lost your composure.

what the actual fuck, you screamed internally. this was not how you expected your first encounter with him to be.

you expected that you’d meet him in your first class with him which is mass communication. or maybe get paired up with him on a project or something, but definitely not like this. you blinked again, realising that you might’ve acted suspicious.

you cleared your throat. you held out your hand to him, shaking his hand. “i'm sorry, i seemed to be distracted just now.” you made up an excuse. hopefully he doesn’t catch on my lie, you thought.

you're a pretty good liar yourself so it'd be a shocking if he were to find out you were lying.

he brightened up. “oh? and what might be the cause of it?” he asked innocently.

“oh! um…” you tried to find your words. “you're a pretty attractive guy, is all...” you mumbled before widening your eyes.

what the hell, y/n! out of all excuses! you could’ve just said you saw a squirrel at the tree behind him or something, he’s a serial killer for archon's sake! that is not attractive at all! you scolded yourself internally.

“ah… thank you?” viktor paused, retracting his hand from yours to rub his neck. “i get that quite a lot, but i honestly don’t really see it” he continued, slightly embarrassed at the compliment you gave him.

you really want to hit yourself through a wall right now.

“um, yeah sorry about that” you said sheepishly, scratching your cheek. “anyways, what year are you in?” you asked, wanting to end this awkward moment as soon as possible.

“i’m actually going on my fourth, i’m graduating next spring.” he replied. “what about you? it’s uncommon for students to transfer to other campus' in the middle of the semester.”

“ah… about that. it just so happens that i was offered an opportunity to transfer here. my old uni isn’t as cool as this” you made up an answer.

“i'm taking mass communication and criminology, on my fourth year as well.”

“no way, i take mass comm too!” he grinned. “do you have any classes on tuesday morning and wednesday evening? if so then it’d be nice to sit together! i have mass comm on those days.”

“...sure? i don't really remember my schedule yet so we’ll see.” you said. please let this conversation end, i need to report this to scara asap, you thought.

for someone who goes on a killing spree on a daily basis, he sure talks a lot. maybe he's not our prime suspect, you think again.

“cool! we’ll see on tuesday. hopefully we get to meet each other again.” he said excitedly, before looking at the watch on his wrist.

“ah, i really need to get going. i'm late for something” said viktor. “well, i'll see you around! it was nice meeting you, luna. hopefully we can be good friends.” he smiled at you, before waving and going off his way.

you swear you saw a glint through the backpack he's carrying on his shoulder.

“and that’s basically what happened” you said, turning to scaramouche to see his reaction. he was at lost for words, slightly twitching his eyes.

“come on.” he suddenly stood up. “we’re continuing this at the dorm. it’s getting late” he says, taking a look at the sun that’s slowly about to set.

most students are gone now, getting ready to end their day in the dorms.

you two didn't really do much that night except for binging a movie together on the couch, while also bickering with scaramouche for taking all of the snacks for himself.

the next morning wasn't that great either.

staring off at your laptop screen, you watch childe’s reaction slowly turning into shock after you told him what happened yesterday.

“are you kidding me?! we just got a new case today about viktor!” childe shouted, rummaging through his desk to look for the case file.

you looked at the time on your laptop screen in the meantime, 8:45 am. there’s the weekly briefing today so all of them are probably at the precint by now, you thought. i really miss my desk…

“look” childe said, showing the case file. “ah wait, i'll show you through the screen so that you can see more clearly.” quickly opening the case file from his desk computer, childe shared his screen to you.

“yesterday. killed someone off a few miles away from campus.”

you almost spit out your coffee.

“what the hell?” scaramouche joined you, looking over your shoulder to the laptop screen. he was making breakfast while you were sitting on a stool at the kitchen island.

as much as he looks like someone who can’t cook, he surprisingly can do it very well. better than you at some point too. you totally don’t envy him.

“dude, i told you i saw something glint in his bag! it was probably his weapon!” you smacked scaramouche, who is now focused on the screen.

“archons, if i had known i could’ve taken a pic for evidence!” you lowly cursed to yourself.

“don't beat yourself for it. you definitely don't want your cover blown on the first day there.” childe blurted, stopping the screenshare. “you have a class with him on tuesday, correct?”

“…yeah. 9 am, mass comm.” you said, looking at your phone for your schedule. “scara has a psychology class with him too on the same day. what time was it again?” you asked, looking over towards scaramouche who's right next to your face.

“3 pm, i think.” scaramouche replied before moving to the kitchen counter besides the stove, whisking away the pancake batter at the bowl on his hands.

“i don't like how we’re going to classes again. i’ve already learned everything so why should i learn it again? stupid case... and that woman too! why the hell make me suffer?” he huffed, pouring the batter little by little onto the hot pan.

“oh, yeah. talking about captain, how's it going over there?” you asked childe through the screen.

“nothin’ much, we have a briefing in a couple of minutes. signora made me do cleaning duty yesterday, in which i made her buy me a couple of drinks in return. smooching off people’s money is my favourite thing to do” childe quipped, twirling his finger at the air.

"hopefully when you two come back you'll take me out for dinner and drinks, i miss getting crazy with you two, especially y/n. oh how i'd love to see her face when she takes her first sip! what a lightweight she is." childe continued, satisfied with the face you were making through the screen.

you let out a groan. “cheap ass.” you hear scaramouche say, looking over towards him. the pancake was all done and he was getting the plates and utensils for breakfast. you turned back to the screen on your laptop, slightly smiling.

“what?” childe asked.

“nothing.” you said, just in time for scaramouche to slide over the food on the kitchen island.

“done.” said scaramouche, taking a bite of the pancake on his plate. he hummed, acknowledging his cooking skills. you took a portion of the pancake and put it on your plate.

“what are you guys gonna do today? childe asked.

they act like cat and dogs most of the time but now they act like lovebirds out of nowhere, they probably don’t even realise it, childe thought.

“hm… nothing much? i need to do some organising at this dorm since there are a couple of things that needed sorting out. i don't know what this guy is doing later, and i couldn't care less for it” you said, pointing out to the short male beside you with a fork.

reaching out for the syrup, you pour it down on your pancake before taking a bite. you moaned and swayed your feet in contentment.

“and that guy you're talking about just so happens to be the one cooking up your breakfast, and possibly your lunch and dinner too. given how you suck at cooking, you're probably gonna set this dorm on fire.” he retorted.

you glared at him while munching on the pancake he made.

“i'm probably gonna help her clean the dorm. and i'm gonna head out later too, i need to run a couple of errands outside of campus” scaramouche continued, looking over to you who's eating messily.

what a messy woman, he thinks, seeing the syrup dribble down your lip without you even realising.

without a second thought, scaramouche grabbed a tissue. while you were busy talking about whatever crap with childe, scaramouche yanked your chin towards him with his hand and wiped off the syrup on your lips.

your breath hitched for a moment.

it took a few seconds for him to wipe the syrup off before retracting from you, acting as if nothing happened afterwards. you blinked, staring at scaramouche who's now throwing away the tissue in the trash can.

“what?” he raised his brow, looking at you. “you had syrup on your mouth. you should really learn how to eat properly. wouldn't want to turn off any men with your disgusting way of eating.” scaramouche spat.

while the two of you were having your moment, childe on the other screen was stunned.

what in the world is happening, he thought.

i exactly remember how they were going off on each other's throats the other day when picking a restaurant to go to and now they're acting like domestic lovers in a tv drama. childe shook his head, confused on the current relationship within the two of you.

he’s been in the field for the past 2 years. though still pretty new to the precint and way younger than you and scaramouche, he for sure knows this isn't just about your ongoing rivalry between each other. it's way more than that.

whatever, i'll let these two sort it out themselves. whenever that is.

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neutral, chap. 9 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary george presents ghostbur and tommy a letter from king eret, who offers ghostbur the opportunity of his life (or death?). the boys keep you clueless to ghostbur’s dilemma, and you’re instead distracted by an urgent letter from technoblade which leaves you needing to get to him as soon as possible. the boys assure you that they’ll be fine and they’ll protect neutral in your absence, but an unexpected visitor makes an appearance just after you leave..

warnings swearing, mentions of death and war

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“morning, tommy,” y/n greeted when he finally dragged himself out of bed and into the kitchen. “i was just about to make breakfast. any suggestions?”

“uh..,” tommy hummed through a yawn. “i dunno. ghostbur?”

“i said french toast,” the ghost muttered quietly, a cup of hot tea already in hand.

“sounds good,” tommy nodded, taking a seat next to ghostbur at the table.

“you two are tired this morning,” y/n commented as she gathered her ingredients. “stay up late last night?”

tommy and ghostbur shared a look. “yeah. i guess.”

y/n gave them a curious look over her shoulder but decided not to say anything further. “alright, keep your secrets. i’ll figure it out eventually.” she hummed to herself as she moved to preheat the stove, and tommy drew his eyes to the table.

he didn’t know if they’d ever tell her what happened the night before.

“hey, you two.” the boys looked up from the game they had been playing to see george had entered the kitchen. he held out a letter to ghostbur. “it’s from the king.”

“eret?” ghostbur questioned, taking the letter with confusion.

george nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets as the boys looked to the regal, rainbow seal on the envelope. “he said it was urgent.”

ghostbur nodded. “thanks, george.”

“no problem,” george nodded in return. “take care of y/n for me, alright?”

“yes, sir,” tommy waved before george turned and left the house. wilbur broke the wax seal. “what do you think eret wants?”

“im not sure,” ghostbur muttered, his hand pausing opening the envelope. “they’re kind of unpredictable.”

“you think so?”

“i know so,” ghostbur sighed, finally taking the letter out of the envelope and unfolding it. tommy leaned over to read it with him.

it was two simple paragraphs of a letter, the handwriting neat and the message to the point. when tommy finished, he noticed ghostbur’s grip was tighter on the page. tommy’s wide eyes whipped up to his friend. his brother.

“holy fuck.” ghostbur’s distressed eyes turned to him. 

ghostbur gulped, looking back at the letter. he voiced, as if speaking it would make the idea any more real to them, “eret wants to revive me.”

“holy shit.”

“do you want a cup of tea, tommy?” y/n asked politely, snapping him from his thoughts of the night before. his head snapped up to see her gazing at him patiently. he finally registered her question.

“oh, sure,” he nodded. she handed him a warm cup. “thank you.”

she hummed in response. “you know, there are tales about what terrible things can happen to boys who don’t get enough sleep.”

tommy raised his eyebrows with a sarcastic look. “im not five, y/n.”

“i know,” she laughed as she mixed her batter. “im not either, but i completely believe in the nightwalker.”

“oh, you’re just as bad as phil,” ghostbur chuckled as he took a sip of tea. y/n gave him an amused glance.

tommy sighed, setting down his cup and resting his elbows on the kitchen table. “alright. i cave. what the hell’s a nightwalker?”

“you sure you wanna know?” y/n sighed dramatically. “i mean, you’re not five, tommy.” ghostbur let out a loud laugh at tommy’s deadpan expression.

“i can’t win with you, woman!”

she laughed out as she began to place soaked pieces of bread onto the pan atop the stove. “im just saying-” she cut herself off, looking over her shoulder as her brow furrowed. they allowed the room to engulf in silence, but tommy noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

“what-” y/n shushed ghostbur when he attempted to talk, quickly wiping her hands off. they strained their ears in the silence once more, and that’s when they heard it; the distance whooshing of distorted wind and distant calls.

“that’s the nether portal,” y/n spoke quickly, rushing out of the kitchen. the boys exchanged a look before following her down into the basement.

when they entered the portal room, a piglin was waiting for them. standing at nearly nine feet tall, tommy took an unconscious step behind ghostbur as the piglin swept his intimidating vermillion gaze over their trio. but his eyes locked on y/n, and he presented her a letter. a common theme of the last couple hours, tommy noted.

she took the letter, nodding politely to the piglin. he nodded in return with a soft snort before stepping back into the portal and disappearing back into the world beyond it, leaving only the remnants of a hot breeze in his wake.

tommy finally stepped forward when y/n unfolded the letter. “what is it?”

y/n gasped softly. “it’s from technoblade.” tommy looked back to watch ghostbur frown as y/n scanned the letter. “he’s hurt.”

“hurt?” tommy repeated, turning back to y/n.

“he’s hiding out at a piglin village,” she spoke slowly as she read, placing a stressed hand over her heart. “he says he got hit with a withering effect, took a couple bad hits to the shoulder.. he’s holding up, but resources are low.” she looked up to tommy, and he immediately saw the panic in her eyes. her hands were now shaking, her eyes wide and voice low and serious as she said, “he needs help. i..” she ran a hand through her hair as she let out a shaky sigh.

“hey, it’s fine,” tommy assured, placing a hand on her shoulder. “go help him.”

she shook her head, closing her eyes as she spoke, “no, i couldn’t leave you two-”

“y/n,” tommy cut as she looked back at ghostbur. she looked back to him. “we’re gonna be fine. i can cook now, ghostbur can..”

“tell you what to cook,” ghostbur offered.

“yeah. sure.” y/n smiled at the boys and tommy repeated, “we’ll be fine. go help our guy.”

she nodded. “i’ll go start packing.” she reached the doorway before remembering, “oh my god, the french toast!” her pace quickened.

neither of them spoke until they heard the trapdoor close after her. 

“have you thought any more about eret’s offer?” tommy asked quietly.

ghostbur shrugged, his gaze drawing to the floor. “couldn’t sleep last night, if that means anything.” tommy nodded, pursing his lips. “im not going without telling y/n, though. she deserves to know.”

“i agree,” tommy voiced. “that means you have more time to make your decision, then.” when ghostbur didn’t say anything, he continued, “‘cause who knows how long she’ll be gone with techno.”

“hopefully not too long,” ghostbur grumbled as he turned his body to the exit of the room. “shall we get some french toast?”

“as long as it’s not burnt.”

...

“there’s plenty of food and ingredients in the fridge, but make sure you’re tending to the gardens,” y/n listed quickly as she filled a satchel with potions. tommy tried to internally list them off as she packed them, but he found she had a few that he was unsure of. in any other moment, he’d question her under the sun went down. but she needed to leave. “the potatoes will be ready in a few days, you just need to dig one up to see if it’s ready before you harvest all of them. just make sure you replant, since potato season is nearly over. if anyone stops by, tell them im sorry, but please offer them a meal and be kind, tell them i’ll be gone a week at most. my recipe book is-”

“in the drawer to the left of the fridge, i know,” tommy spoke. “and the gardening book is right next to it.” y/n closed her bag, offering tommy a smile as he continued, “we’ll be fine, y/n. it’s only a few days.”

“i know, just..” she shook her head and guided them to exit the small potion room in the basement, making their way to the portal room. “i worry. i hate that i can’t be everywhere at once.”

tommy shrugged. “would’ve made the war a lot easier, im sure.”

she nodded with a considering look as ghostbur joined them. “probably. i’d rather not test the theory, though.” tommy chuckled and she offered him another smile. she opened her arms to him. “be safe.”

“i should be saying that to you,” tommy scoffed, returning her embrace. though tommy could admit, he felt uneasy about her going into the nether by herself, her warm embrace and the scent of sweetness lingering on her skin brought a kind of comfort to him just before she pulled away from him and turned to ghostbur. she was going to be fine; he was sure of it.

“wanna give me the speech about potato farming?” ghostbur joked, holding his arms out to her.

she shook her head with a laugh. “i know you kill every plant you touch. tommy’s in charge of the garden.”

ghostbur’s jaw dropped in offense as she hugged him, giggling into his chest. he couldn’t help but grin down at her, and tommy had to look away before he admitted to himself that the sight was endearing.

“be good, boys,” y/n smiled, shifting her bag and quiver on her shoulder. “treat neutral well.”

“yes, ma’am,” tommy nodded, and y/n offered one last wave before stepping into the portal. she was gone in a quick flash of purple and hot air. “so,” tommy sighed, turning to ghostbur, “what do you want for lunch?”

ghostbur raised his eyebrows. “chicken tacos?”

tommy threw his hands up as they began their walk out of the basement. “i can’t only make chicken tacos! there’s no growth in skill if i make the same thing over and over!”

ghostbur let out a scoff mixed with a laugh, earning him a curious look from tommy as they reached the ladder. “you sound like y/n.” tommy rolled his eyes as he climbed the ladder, ghostbur following after he lifted himself to the floor above. “she really is becoming your mother.”

tommy gave him a curious look when he reached the main floor. “did she say that to you?”

ghostbur shrugged. “she said you’re starting to feel like a child to her.” tommy raised his eyebrows, averting his gaze from his friend. “is that a bad thing, tommy?”

“no,” tommy said immediately. “it’s just..” he felt himself flush and nearly cursed himself. “she feels like a mother to me, so, it’s fine.”

ghostbur grinned at tommy’s embarrassed expression. “aw, tommy!” he slung an arm around the blonde’s shoulder, ruffling his messy hair with his other hand. “you have a mother figure!”

“ow, cut it out, man!” tommy yelled out, feeling his cheeks heat up further.

“no, it’s cute,” ghostbur laughed out, pinching tommy’s red cheek as he tried to wiggle away from the taller man. “you and y/n are an adorable mother-son duo! it’s precious!”

“no, it’s not!” tommy groaned, trying to push ghostbur’s cold hands away from his face. “i take it all back, y/n’s my worst enemy!”

“too late now, tommy! you’ve told me too much!”

“am i interrupting something?”

all motion stopped. the boys turned toward the main entrance of the home, ghostbur’s arm still slung around tommy’s shoulder as they both came face to face with a masked, cross-armed dream.

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flight plan

disclaimer: this takes place in pre-you-know-what times - if you’re actually sick, do not do what B does here. alright, on to the suffering :)

Back when B booked their flight, the 4 am boarding time and 2 layovers seemed like a great exchange for saving a few hundred dollars while flying across the country. But now, with a head that feels like it was stuffed with cotton, a gate change that forced their leadened body to trek across the entire airport, and an additional 3-hour delay before their final 4-hour flight, they were beginning to question their penny-pinching ways.

In a nearby terminal, a fussy infant screamed, and it took everything for B not to scream back at them: I hate it here too! Their nerves were frayed, their whole body ached to the bone, and their head felt like it was in a vise grip.

It hadn’t felt this bad this morning - heck, they wouldn’t have left if they’d felt this bad - but the changing cabin pressure and constant temperature shifts from hot, stuffy terminals to icy planes were wreaking havoc on their poor, rapidly sickening body. They’d been up for 18 hours. And now, they had no choice but to ride it out and power through the last leg. They hug the paper cup of tea they’d grabbed at a nearby cafe close to their chest, trying to hold back their frustrated tears.

They just wanted to be home.

B shifts on the hard terminal seat as they wrap up a third agonizing hour of waiting, willing the passengers ahead of them to board more quickly so they could just get home to A, who they’d been missing all week. But the miserable minutes ticked by, and B kept having to blow their tender nose with their precious (and dangerously dwindling) travel pack of tissues. As they massage their aching sinuses, B feels a tap on their shoulder. Turning, they recognize a fellow passenger from their previous flight extending another full pack their way.

���Here. You need these more than I do.” They extend the gift, and B gratefully accepts. The stranger nods, and heads back to their luggage to wait out the boarding process.

After what feels like an hour, B’s group is finally able to board the flight. From their boarding pass, they knew they’d be stuck in the middle seat, but their heart lifts a bit when they see their Kleenex-wielding savior in the aisle seat next to theirs, who waves and gives them a small smile as they let them through. On the window seat side, a sour-looking individual scans them up and down, raising an eyebrow when B coughs roughly in their elbow.

“Sorry…” B sniffles. The sour-faced person rolls their eyes and turns their attention to the window, and B shrinks in their seat, embarrassed.

“Just want to be home, right?” Their aisle friend smiles sympathetically, and B nods weakly. “I know the feeling. Name’s C.”

B introduces themselves, and the two make amicable small talk during the pre-flight checklist, finding out that they both called their destination city home. As the plane takes flight, B winces - the pressure change makes their head ache, and their sinuses feel like they’re going to explode, along with their ears. The dry air of the plane irritates their chapped nose, and they close their eyes and grip the armrest till their knuckles bleach, trying to breathe through the pain and praying it doesn't get worse.

It gets worse. On top of their pounding head and runny nose, B discovers like all the other planes, this one's an icebox. Once they reach cruising altitude, B apologetically shuffles by C to head to the bathroom, hoping that by some chance it’s warmer in there. In the dim light, B’s stares at their haggard reflection – their feverish eyes are glazed and watery, their raw nose is bright red, and their peaked face is wan and drawn, coated with a sheen of sweat. Hopefully A would still recognize them, they thought humorlessly.

The bathroom is just as frigid, and B’s stuck with a stream of lukewarm water that barely heats their cold hands. Back in their seat, the throbbing headache continues to build behind their eyes, and their throat desperately cries out for something to drink.

As if they could hear their thoughts, C leans over and pulls a small bottle of water from their personal bag. “The flight attendants came by with drinks while you were up - figured you could at least use some water.” B gratefully accepts and murmurs their thanks, and the cool water feels like heaven as they gulp it down.

After, B pulls the paper-thin flight blanket up to their chin - at this point, they didn’t care what the travel magazines said about how dirty they were. But it’s no use. The cold plane air sinks into their aching bones, and their body shivers to make up the difference. They close their eyes and wriggle around in the seat, trying to find a comfortable position that still allows them to curl up and get warm while exhaling as few germs as possible – and if there's any mercy at all, to fall unconscious for the next 3 and a half hours.

“Will you stop?” The window passenger glares at them. “It’s bad enough you brought your germs on here. But now you can’t even sit still?” Tears pricked at B's eyes - being sick always made them more sensitive - but before they can squeak out an apology, C leaps to their aid.

"Lay off," C snaps. "Can't you see they don't feel good?" The other passenger huffs indignantly, and presses closer to the wall of the plane. C's eyes don't leave them, and they stretch their hand out tentatively toward B. "May I?"

B nods, letting their eyes close, and C gently lays a cool hand across their forehead, clicking their tongue at the heat. "Well, I've definitely flown with healthier seatmates than you." B tries to laugh, but a cough seizes their lungs, and they double over to try and contain it as best they can as C gently rubs between their shoulder blades. When they finally catch their breath, they rest their head on their knees, exhausted from the exertion. From their prone position, B checks their watch. 3 hours and 26 minutes to go.

I'm going to die.

Slowly, B sits up and stiffly straightens their blanket with as little movement as possible. A draft floods their section of the plane, and B longingly eyes C’s unopened blanket tucked in the seat pocket, trying to quiet the incessant chatter of their teeth.

“You cold?” C frowns.

“Freezing,” they whimper through clenched teeth. “And I hurt all over and I just want to go home and I miss A and I’m so tired.” They didn’t mean to break down, but two twin tears slip from their eyes as they try to stop their lip from quivering.

C’s quiet for a moment, then stands to rustle around in the overhead compartment, and returns with a small bundle.

“Lean back,” C gently commands, and A obeys and closes their eyes. They’re immediately draped in warmth, and open their eyes to see a thick, fleece-lined jacket being tucked over them, along with a soft travel blanket over their legs. They try to protest, but C shushes them.

“Being sick is already miserable without being stuck in a tin can in the sky. Besides, these flight blankets suck." C gives B's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and B nearly melts at the touch.

“And look, if you don’t want to, it’s fine - you don’t know me - but you can use my shoulder if you want to try and catch some sleep.”

In any other moment B would be mortified, but they're so spent that they just nod weakly and surrender to the offer of comfort. C pulls their unused blanket out and folds it into a sort of pillow, clicking the armrest down between them, and B collapses onto them in a boneless heap. Sleep tugs at the edge of their vision, but there's one lingering question on their mind.

"C? Why....why are you helping me? You've been nothing but kind and you don't even know me."

C's quiet for a moment. "Last year, I tried to do the same thing you're doing – power through an 8-hour flight home with a blossoming case of pneumonia. Cough, chills, headache, the works. About 2 hours in, I was about ready to jump out of the plane." They chuckle lightly, but B hears the wistful note in their voice. "It was absolutely miserable, and all I wanted was someone to hold my hand and tell me it’d be okay.”

C turns to look at B. "But nobody did. Not a single soul. So I vowed that if ever I found myself in a position someday to help somebody home, I’d do it.”

The words are so achingly comforting and desperately sad, so soft and generous and B feels like they should say something, affirm that yes, helping a random sick passenger was damn close to sainthood. But instead, sleep wins over, and they nestle closer to C as they tumble into a soft, dreamless sleep.

it feels like they’re asleep for minutes, but when C nudges them gently, they realize that they’re descending. They’re home.

The wheels skid on the runway, and the journey off the plane is a blur of sound and color and too-bright lights. B is only vaguely aware of C’s arm around their waist, guiding them through the crowd and to the baggage claim area. They must have told C which suitcase is theirs, because they blink twice and it magically appears at their feet.

“C’mon now, B. Almost there.” C gently guides them forward, and B wills themselves to power through the final few minutes.

“Do you see A anywhere?” C asks, squinting through the crowd of people. B can barely focus their eyes, and they’re losing hope, when all of a sudden - they see them. A. Holding a small paper sign with B’s name and a stuffed animal with a small red heart in their arms, waving wildly. They’re beaming, but the smile falls from their face as they see what condition B’s in.

“B - what happened? Are you okay?” B can barely whisper A’s name, and A pulls them into a hug, gently whispering reassurances, that they’re home and safe.

“Bit of a rough flight, but B hung in there,” C smiles, passing B’s suitcase to A. “They’re not feeling too hot, but I think they’ll make it.”

Suddenly, B releases A and stumbles back to C, throwing their arms around them. C’s thrown off balance by the strength of the hug, but manage to compose themselves and pat them gently on the back.

“Thank you,” B whispers. “So much.”

C blushes. “It was nothing. Just don’t forget to pay it forward.”

B squeezes tighter. “You deserved help. You still do.” C says nothing, just swallows tightly, and B feels C’s arms tighten ever so briefly around their waist.

A rush of dizziness floods B, and C gently guides them back to A’s waiting arms, before handing A a scrap of paper. “Listen, it’s none of my business - but can you give me a call in a couple days, just so I know they’re feeling better?”

A takes the scrap and smiles. “Absolutely. It’s the least I can do to thank you for keeping old B from falling apart in public.” B grunts indignantly, almost asleep again, and A strokes their hair and smiles.

They make it back to the car, and A manages to maneuver a limp B into the passenger seat, tucking them in and cranking the heat on their side. B blinks their eyes open and smiles guilelessly. “Go home now?”

A smiles and presses a soft kiss to their forehead. “Yes, love. We’re going home now.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 314: ...Or You Live Long Enough to See Yourself Become the Villain

Previously on BnHA: Some random assholes were all “let’s throw exploding spears at All Might and see if it activates his Conqueror’s Haki” and SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS, IT DID!! Elsewhere, Lady Nagant confusingly tried to capture Deku alive by shooting him in the stomach, but to be fair I guess that’s what happens when you send an assassin to do a bounty hunter’s job, so yeah. Deku was all “ouch”, and then because this is a shounen he basically just straight up forgot about it, and did a big fancy Smokescreen thing, and then activated his mildly incomprehensible new ki-blasting quirk which he got from the Third. En and the Third were all “hey Deku maybe let’s not just impulsively activate all this shit in the heat of battle when you don’t know how to use it yet and you’re already injured,” and Deku was all “thanks for the quirks guys but I’ll take it from here” and snuck up on Nagant and grabbed her arm and so now what’s going to happen I wonder.

Today on BnHA: Nagant is all “[shoots Deku again]” because of course she is lol. Deku is all “tell me about AFO!” and Nagant is all “why would I tell you anything?” and then proceeds to tell him her entire life story which is FILLED WITH SO MUCH MURDER, YOU GUYS. Holy shit. So basically she was an assassin for the HPSC, which we already knew, but somehow it’s one thing to know that, and another to actually see her running around capping dudes in the forehead and being covered in more blood than the elevator from The Shining. Anyway, so you’ll never believe it, but all that murder had a negative impact on her psychologically, and eventually led her to question everything she believed about hero society, and so she killed her creepy boss and was promptly sent to Tartarus. This extremely fun chapter ends with Overhaul showing up all “HI, HELLO, I’M STILL HERE”, because for some reason he is still here. Why are you still here, Overhaul.

“the beautiful Lady Nagant” oh you know your audience don’t you Horikoshi

well all right then! so I’m guessing this means that she is not, in fact, going to roll over and die just because Deku’s out here all “GOT YA!” like they’re playing a game or tag or something. ffff may the manga gods have mercy on our young suicidal protagonist

lmao so Deku is all “GOD I’M SO SMART, WHAT A GOOD STRATEGY I HAD, CAPITOL JOB THERE OL’ CHAP, CAPITOL” and lol, okay. I mean, it was a good plan though. but I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop here

“I’ll make you give me information on All for One” well there you go, lol. Deku Angst arc still fully engaged. still no light in his eyes either of course. just a lil chaotic ball of sleep deprivation and rage

lol, fucking THANK YOU though

oh my god what the hell did she do to him lol

did she shoot him with her elbow??? fucking look at this?? THIS IS WHY WE LISTEN TO HAWKS oh my god Deku are you dead

WHAT’S HAPPENING, IS THIS GOOD OR BAD, WHO’S WINNING

things that I wish I could tell from this panel which I unfortunately cannot tell

did she stab him or shoot him?? can you imagine if it was the former lol. why does Horikoshi keep stabbing all my kids. look Kacchan now the two of you can match

did she actually hit him or did he get away??

or did she hit him and then he jumped away?? just, what

well anyway, so now Deku is asking her why she sided with AFO, but he seems a lot more pissed off than when he was interrogating Muscular, though. probably because she shot him three times. fair enough

oh my god

does Lady have a blog here on tumblr dot com?? -- does Horikoshi have a blog here on tumblr motherfucking dot com?? why do I suddenly feel like this man is out here sneakily reading up on all our discourse

oh my god Deku it’s almost like getting up close and personal with someone who can shoot custom bullets from any distance and any position with deadly accuracy was a terrible fucking idea

IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD WARNED YOU NOT TO ENGAGE WITH HER AT ALL COSTS. IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD HAD THE FORESIGHT TO DO THAT sob. can you imagine how much shorter this series would be if characters actually listened to Hawks. Hawks, and Momo. why do we even let anyone else run the show ever

OH MY GOD

DEKU, RUN

OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING

this looks a lot like what happens to me whenever I play One’s Justice. those fucking combo attacks that you can’t fucking escape from and so your character just has to stand there getting their ass whalloped repeatedly while you wonder why you paid $40 for this

but anyways though. so Lady who did you kill?? I bet they deserved it, don’t worry I forgive you

(ETA: ANYWAY SO FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT LADY NAGANT DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HER ENTIRE LIFE. aside from murdering all those innocent people and shit. but there were CIRCUMSTANCES, and THEY WERE EXTENUATING, OKAY.)

-- holy shit

looks like the HPSC arc is back on the menu boys

so are we about to learn that the HPSC was going full Hydra on people’s asses? secretly dispatching anyone they deemed a threat to society?? “taken care of” as in you fucking shot them??

so then was the “hero” she killed actually one of the guys who was giving or carrying out these orders?? holy shit Lady, up until now I’ve mainly just been stanning you for your flawless eyebrow game and metal af quirk, but this shit could actually get real very quickly, and I am prepared to genuinely and sincerely love the shit out of you depending on what we learn next about your backstory

oh my god?!?

so wait, hold up. am I reading this right?? basically the HPSC started murdering vigilantes because they were worried they were gaining too much of the public’s favor?? holy fucking shit???

oh my GOD oh my god

“it’s been a while since I scarred you all with the dead dog and the graphic slaughter of an entire innocent family, huh,” Horikoshi says thoughtfully. “anyway so what do you all think of my new creation, the Spaghetti Bullet.” well, Horikoshi, so you know that squished-up face that Kermit the Frog makes sometimes? yeah. that’s what I think, if you must know lol

holy hell the juxtaposition

I’m actually kind of surprised to learn she had a lot of fans? what with her M.O., I was expecting her to have been an underground hero like Aizawa, but apparently not? then again I still have absolutely no idea how any of that works. I really need to read Vigilantes already

oh snap

nothing like a sweet dose of assassin trauma to finally round out our BnHA Trauma Bingo!! well done guys, we finally collected all of the traumas! hooray!

noooo Ladyyyyyyy

holy shit what a fucking chapter. like, this man promised us an assassin, and went and fucking delivered. I was not expecting it to be this dark, lol, but holy shit I am here for it

you know, at some point you have to start questioning the logistics of this, though

I mean, how do I put this... her quirk isn’t exactly subtle. that murder scene from a few pages back looked like the first season of Dexter for fuck’s sake, that’s not exactly “disappearing” people now is it?? and I mean, her bullets are literally made from her own fucking hair; it seems like it would be impossible not to leave any evidence behind. did no one start to wonder who the fuck was going around murdering all these people? or did the people who asked too many questions wind up getting conveniently “disappeared” themselves??

and hey, speaking of asking too many questions

holy shit is he blackmailing her??!? or no, wait -- what the hell is he reaching for in his pocket boy you better not

(ETA: what exactly was this man expecting fdslkjd. “uh oh my unstoppable hair trigger assassin who is literally always armed is asking questions, better announce that I am going to shoot her and then reach into my pocket veeeeeery slowly while she stands there all of two feet away.” how did this guy ever function as the head of a shadow government with these decision-making skills, I’m genuinely baffled.)

OH MY GOD LADY YES

this. right here. is why “run the fuck away” was damn good solid fucking advice. oh shit. but my god did this dude have it coming

so wait lol has she just been narrating all of this out loud to Deku this entire time

okay but can we just stop for a moment and appreciate the fact that they’re having this deep conversation about the dark secrets of hero society right in the middle of their intense mid-air sniper free-for-all lol

holy shit you guys, Nagant’s the one that should have made the tell-all video. I mean, no offense to you, Dabi, I’m sure you worked very hard on your video and did a ton of crunches every day so that you would look good with your shirt off while you told the world all about how your dad was a jerk. but seriously...

this is already like 100x more convincing than what he put out. also, gasp, is it another flashback

yes it is oh my gosh

so the HPSC Chairladyperson whom ReDestro killed used to be this guy’s direct subordinate, huh? I wonder if she kept the whole assassin program going after she took over. can’t say I was feeling any particular kind of grieving way about her death before, but certainly not now lol

but unfortunately Nagant has finally lost me at the same place where all of the villains inevitably do, which is to say when they somehow make the dubious mental leap from “society sucks and is bad” to “let’s just be openly fucking evil lol, worth a shot.” because when heroes murder innocent people and cover it up, that’s obviously bad (and I mean, it absolutely fucking is lol, don’t get me wrong); but when villains murder innocent people straight up out in the open without giving a fuck, they’re righteous revolutionaries? just -- is there really no non-murdery middle ground here?? I guess that’s what Deku and co. are for, hopefully

anyways oh shit Deku seems to have spotted something?? and he’s doing something weird with Blackwhip what

oh, he spotted her, I guess

lmaooooo

new favorite Deku panel right here. a masterpiece

oh my god you guys our little boy is starting to grow up before our eyes

you love to see it. and you can tell with those elipses that he’s gearing up to say something really cool and determined and badass like the shounen protag he is, yes please, Deku ilu so much please do your thing

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

IS THAT A TEENY TINY LIL EYE SPARKLE THERE OMG. still not anywhere close to his usual standard, but that’s some clear resolve there in his eyes there at long last! it always shines the most clearly when he’s being true to himself and his ideals, so I love that it finally shows up again here, when he’s reaffirming his resolve to help others no matter what

uh oh so what’s Lady going to do now

is it time for a trump card?? kinda sounding like it’s time for a trump card

???

I lied btw, this is my new favorite Deku panel. but anyways what is she up to now lol

ohhhhhh, lol

why does she seem shocked, lol. here I thought this was part of her plan, but apparently she forgot all about ol’ “Look Ma, No Hands” back up there

and so I guess that’s it for this week! so we’ve learned basically everything now about Lady and her quirk and her history with the HPSC and why she agreed to work for AFO. pretty much the only question that still remains is why the hell she decided to drag this asshole along for the ride! because I still cannot figure that out dsklkjlkf

(ETA: actually now I’m kind of wondering if they maybe have some past connection we don’t know about yet. when exactly was Nagant sent to Tartarus? is it possible she was ordered to track down and kill Overhaul at some point before that, but never got around to it? or something else along those lines? idk but now I’m curious.)

anyways Deku, I know that your empathy has no bounds and that you’re on a “saving villains” kick right now, and good on you... but also, if you decide to just like, skip all of that shit just this once, absolutely no one will hold it against you, I’m just saying. just, all I’m asking here is maybe let’s think twice before we start trying to reform guys who imprison and torture little girls for profit. I think maybe that’s a good place to draw the line. next week is going to be a very interesting chapter lol

[creepypocky]

I hope it's not too much trouble but 👉👈. Could you maybe do a Toby x Reader, where Toby crashes at the reader's place to get patched up from a messy mission. It was an emergency and the Reader is someone he can trust. While the reader patches up his gashes in the bathroom, he can't help but say "fuck it" and go in for a kiss. Toby immediately retracts when he realizes what he's done, but to his luck, Reader also wanted a kiss. Can it be introverted fem reader? If it's okay with you 💗

Yess babe, I can do this.

So sorry this took a couple days to get to! My computer internet was out for awhile!

Forgive me if this isn't the best, I'm still getting better at writing actual fics. :)

Warning: So much fucking fluff

|| Ticci Toby x Reader - Crawling Back To You || 🖤🦇🥀⛓

Raindrops that fell from the night sky lightly pattered against the window, and there you were, a nose in your book as the candle on the table beside you flickered. It was a very quiet night, yet a feeling of suspense filled the air, barely noticeable but there. This was a usual occurrence, where you just sit in the comfort of your own home since after all, it’s your favorite place away from all of society and problems.

Suddenly, you hear the door behind you swing open and you quickly close your book and put it down, making your way to the familiar form. You see toby breathing heavily and you quickly shut the door as he takes off his cracked-ish goggles.

You had met Toby a few months back by accident when he thought you weren’t home, he was going to kill you but ended up being too tired and instead got to know you. He told himself he would kill you the day after but he just couldn’t somehow. Eventually months passed and during that time frame you two became fairly close, but how close, is the question.

“Toby! My god, take off your shirt, it’s soaked.” You said in a worried tone, making him huff and rip his shirt off his body. He looked frantic, violently twitching and cursing under his breath. He almost seemed to almost not even notice you were there as he grabbed at his head in anxiety.

“What the hell happened?!” You ask, but your curiosity is cut pretty short as you notice the blood gushing out of the wound on his abdomen. You frown and grab his large hand, making his head shoot up and your eyes meet his, and he almost immediately calms down from your gaze. “Hey, it’ll be okay.” You say softly. He never once looks away from you, only a few seconds pass before you see him slowly nod and his twitching comes to a stop, making you smile at him.

You take him to your bathroom where your medical supplies is. “I... I thought I told you to be more careful.” He looked up at you with his brown eyes and they were filled with an emotion you couldn’t even recognize. You almost forgot what you were doing as you stared into them. After a few seconds though, you clear your throat awkwardly and open the medicine cabinet to take out the peroxide. You also grab a cloth and soak it under the warm tap water so that you can press it against his wound. You knew he couldn’t feel pain but you still knew he could bleed out.

You notice his nervous twitching going from his hands to his neck, and as you’re cleaning the gash on his abs you look up to see his face unexpectedly close to yours.

“(Name)... T-Thank you.” He says quietly, making you smile at him and nod. “No, I mean...” He trails off, making you raise a brow at him curiously. “What-”

You suddenly feel his cold hand on your face and the next thing you know, you feel his chapped lips caressing yours, and you simply just stand there in shock as you keep pressing the rag to his wound. 

It was clear to you now, of course. All the random visits, the disappointed feeling you couldn’t help but have when he ever had to leave, the kindness and trust he constantly showed you despite being a serial killer, you were in love with him. You had fallen in love with him a long time ago.

Before you were able to finally kiss back, he pulls away from you and you see regret in his eyes. Guilt immediately fills you as you examine his expression. “I.. I’m so-”

You cut him off by quickly grabbing his face and pulling him back to yours, moving your lips against his and you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for him to kiss you back. He finally does after a few seconds and you let out a breathy sigh into his mouth as he moves his hand down to feel the back of your neck and push you closer to him, making you wrap your arms around him as you continue to move your lips together.

Eventually, the both of you pull away for air as a string of saliva connects the both of you and you breathe heavily from the tension. Your cheeks are heat up as you see the passionate look in his eyes. You forehead presses against his and and close your eyes in the sensation, the both of you have just completely forgotten about his injury and just hold each other lovingly. “Toby...” You whisper, your words catching in your throat as you meet his affectionate gaze again.

“I love you, (Name).” He says with a genuine smile that you’ve seen from his often lately, making you let out a happy laugh as you bury your head in his neck, softly kissing it as you take in his musky scent. He rubs your back soothingly as you say his promise back to him.

The rain kept pattering against the windows as usual, but at least the heartbeat you two shared in each others arms lightened the atmosphere.

~~~

Hopefully this is what you wanted! Thank you so much for requesting this, I smiled writing this. :)