#We're Just In Here Staying Out of Trouble! (ooc)

[avictimofthejazz]

Holiday Starters

//Shock and awe, but I will be altering my routine tonight because it is nearly Christmas! Does anyone want some Christmas-themed starters? Just hit the button if you do, and specify a muse if you want to see any of my crew in particular! 

[busycloudy]

The Love Potion

 *Sigh* Here we are, once again. This is the 3rd and FINAL part, hurray! 

 ft: The rest of NRC students

Tw: None, but if I need to add any please inform me!

 A fluff and crack fanfic

The reader is MC and goes by they/them pronouns. The reader is already in a relationship with these characters.

 Characters may or may not be ooc 

Hope you enjoy!

Ace Trappola

Bro really asked Crewel "So, do I have to attend my classes still, or...?" He used you as and excuse to skip classes, and somehow it worked. He brought you back to Heartslabyul with a big grin on his face. When Riddle stopped him and asked why he wasn't at class he just said "I gotta take care of my dear MC here" And Riddle just stormed off to ask a teacher about it. Ace brought you back to his room to hangout and chill since he had the joy of not having to go to classes. He was just casually going through his phone when you plopped your head on his lap. He gave you a quick peck on the lips, well was going to, until you cupped his face and smothered him in kisses. He was a bit taken aback but quickly recovers and a small grin grew on his face. He kisses you a few times all over your face, then returning back to his phone. Lovesick you was a teensy bit upset his phone was getting more attention than you, but you let it slide, for now. Jokes on him, he had 10x more homework than he did before. That's what he gets for using you as an excuse to skip class.

Deuce Spade

Why is he even surprised? It's just more trouble caused by Ace and Grim. He brought you back to his room and went to his classes, before doing so he gave you a peck on the forehead. After all his classes were done he went back to his room and started on his homework. You were wanting his attention so you walked over to behind him and put your arms over his shoulders. "Hm? Do you need something MC?" He raised a brow. "No, just wanted to cuddle" You innocently smiled. "Has anyone ever told you how cute you are? Your smile is brighter than the sun!" You said. Deuce blushed "T-thanks..." He mumbled. Once he was finished with his homework he cuddled you for the rest of the day.

(Deuce deserves more writing and love but I do NOT know what to write)

Cater Diamond

Cater was walking around the halls, scrolling on magicam, his finger gliding across the screen as he scrolled down. He saw some cute pictures of a cafe that had recently opened. Maybe he would take you there sometime-"Cater!!!" A familiar voice interrupted Cater's thoughts. It was Ace, and Grim, and Deuce holding you over his shoulder-Wait...Deuce holding you over his shoulder?!"What'd you freshies do this time?" Cater asked as Deuce put you in Cater's arms, trying to not seem so worried. Then Cater saw the hearts in your eyes, and he immediately knew. "How did you get prefect to drink a love potion??" Cater questioned. "It wasn't our fault! They was the one that drank the water!" Ace defended. Cater looked confused. "It's a long ish story" Grim shrugged. Cater felt a sudden warmth to his cheeks as something cupped his face. "Well, we're gonna go" Grim announced, the three then leaving."Aww, your cheeks are so squishy.." You said with a droopy smile. Cater blushed. "W-well..." "I could take so much pictures of you and show em off. You deserve to be seen my everyone" You cut Cater off. Cater felt the heat on his face grow. Ok, you're a bit good at making him flustered...If you continued he was gonna turn out like Riddle when he's mad."Instead of staying in the hallways we should go back to my room.." Cater mentioned. The time you were under the influence of that love potion Cater took many pictures of you, and some videos too. You was just too cammable! How could he not? Don't worry, he won't post anything without your permission! (The pictures were mainly for him to look back at and smile...)

Jack Howl

His ears twitch at the sound of 3 freshmans voices. "JACKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" they yelled, to which he simply sighed in return. "What is it this time!? Wait, why does prefect have hearts in their eyes???" Jack was puzzled as Ace quickly gave you to him. "Perfect drank a love potion, which was totally NOT my fault, it was all Grim's," Grim groaned in the backround "So yeah anyways goodluck taking care of them the potion doesn't wear off until tomorrow!!!!" Then he ran of with the other freshman. Jack was confused, to say the least, but alas took you to Savanaclaw.When he walked in he got some strange looks while you was being carried over his shoulder, but simply ignored them as it wasn't a big deal."Jack, Why ya carryin' MC over ya shoulder?" Ruggie questioned as he walked oast Jack."Ace, Grim, and Deuce somehow got them to drink a love potion, so now I gotta be with them" Jack shrugged."Oh, well good luck with that" Ruggie chuckled, then going his own way.Jack had finally let you down after you got to his dorm, then he got started on his homework while he let you hug him from behind. Offly enough, he was much more comfortable this way and it kinda helped him focus.

Soon enough it was 9pm, and he was drowsy, so he went to sleep, ans joined him so he wrapped his arm around you, placing a kiss on your neck.

Floyd Leech

He was walking around the hallways, upset because he hasn't seen his shrimpy all day! Where in the world could they be??? People moved out of his way, noticing he wasn't the happiest at this moment. He then felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around with a frown, which faded away when he saw you. "Aw~ Shrimpy where have you been?" He smiled as he took you from the troublemakers. Meanwhile Ace and Grim were fighting over which one should tell him, but Grim got shoved forward "Nya! No fair! You owe me tuna after this!" Grim angrily said to Ace. Ace rolled his eyes in response "What is it Baby Seal?" Floyd raised a brow. "MC drank a love potion..." Grim said. "Myah! Run!" Grim, Ace, and Duece then ran. Floyd huffed "How do you get in this much trouble so often shrimpy? Whatever, this may be a bit fun" Floyd smiled, then taking you to his room. He was supposed to be at monstro lounge, but Azul wouldn't mind. "Floyd, has anyone mentioned how adorable you are?" You brought up. "Eh?~ Thank you shrimpy, but I'd say you more adorable yourself, ehe~" He said in return with a toothy grin. You two had comments like this for practically all day, and cuddled when the day ended.

Epel Felmeir

Epel was in the Botanical Garden. Why? Probably for something in potions. He had a basket of things for his potions assignment and began to walk back on his merry way but heard a familiar voice.Grim entered the garden as you were being carried by Deuce and Ace. "Epel, MC drank a love potion!!!!" Grim squealed out of breath. "H...huh?! How??? Y'all troublemakers always causin' a problem for MC huh..." Epel saw you, hearts in your eyes, and was worried but also noticed how adorable you was. "Take your partner instead of admiring them all day long, would ya?" Epel put down the basket and took you in his arms, well, more like let you lean against his shoulder as he helped you walk back to pomefiore, but you get the point!Epel let you take a seat, then beginning to work on his homework. You and the other freshman were supposed to all study together today, but because of the love potion you obviously won't be able to.You walked up behind Epel, as you was beginning to get bored, and quite lonely at that, wrapping your arms around him and looking at his homework.You could practically feel the heat radiating off of Epel when you did this, which made you have a small grin.You had seen Epel get stuck on some questions, so you had graciously helped him, to which he thanked you for.Epel said it was starting to get dark and that you should get sleep, and you had gone to the bed, hut said "Hurry up and cuddle with me soon though..." in a drowsy tone, so Epel wrote his letter to his meemaw about this whole thing and you quickly, then cuddling up next to you with a small blush.

Silver

Silver was startled awake from his sleep with a yell. "SILVER!!!!!!!!!" Ace yelled.Silver jumped awake with a questionable look on his face. "Hm? What exactly is it you need, Ace?" Then he saw the look on your face. And your eyes.Silver had heard about a love potion from his father, and from potionoligy, and how anyone who drank one would have hearts in there eyes, and you certainly did."Take your significant other!! I ain't taking care of them all day!" Ace quickly gave you to Silver, then going off with Deuce and Grim.Silver was still a bit drowsy, but he needed to ask Lilia if there was any way to cure this.Silver walked into Diasomnia, you clinging onto his arm."Boo! Oh? Is that your little partner clinging into you?~" Lilia chuckled.Silver didn't have much of a reaction to Lilia's scare, as he was used to it at this point, but nodded his head yes, then saying "They had drank a love potion, considering the look in their eyes. I'm not sure how, but do you know if there's a cure?" "No, there's no cure that I'm aware of, so good luck with your clingy partner" Lilia said, then smiling cheekily.Silver walked off to his room, and you just continued clinging onto him. "Silver, your eyes are so beautiful... I could get lost in them" You smiled. "Being with you doesn't feel real, it feels like a dream" You continued to ramble on.

Silver chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. Your warmth made him get more and more drowsy, causing the two of you to soon fall asleep.

Oh, Lilia will DEFINITELY take a picture of this.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was on his way to Diasomnia since he had finished all his classes and wanted to check if Malleus was fine, and there he happened to see 3 freshmans and his significant other being carried at the end of the hall. "MC!" Sebek ran to the part of the hall you were at and immediately took you in his arms. It was silent for a moment, then Deuce spoke "MC, somehow," Deuce looked at Grim amd Ace, "drank some of a love potion. Crewel said the effects will only be around for about 24 hours" Ace bit his lip, expected loud enough yelling to make him go deaf, but instead it was silent. So silent you could almost hear crickets as Sebek had a look of confusion, anger, and, most of all, worry.The freshman slowly backed up, then ran away.You played with Sebek's hair, booped his nose, and kissed him so much on the way to Diasomnia Sebek couldn't help but blush. He entered the dorm and continued walking to his room until a Lilia appeared. "Ah? Why's MC here?"Sebek looked frozen. "Those idiot humans somehow got them to drink love potion" Sebek answered, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

Malleus's voice came about "They'll be just fine Sebek, there's no need to worry." Lilia interrupted "That's only if they had a tadge bit. Did they have a tadge bit?" Sebek responded, saying Deuce said it would only last 24 hours according to Crewel. "Excellent! Well get on your merry way then" Lilia chuckled as he went to get tomato juice. "Thank you Waka-sama and Lilia-Sama" Sebek did a half bow and left.Sebek couldn't really focus on his work. No matter how much he wanted to. All the complements, kisses, hugs from behind, everything you did just out him in a different thought process."MC, I need silence and complete focus to work on this homework" Sebek stated. "My soldier, you've been working on that foreverrrr, can't I just get a bit of attention? Please?" You had a look on your face Sebek found hard to say no to. "...Fine, but only for a few minutes!" Sebek slightly frowned, but wasnt the slightest bit upset.Unfortunately, Sebek had fallen asleep in your arms as you brushed his hair with your fingers.

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AHHHH IT'S FINALLY DONE!!!!! IT'S BEEN MONTHSSSSSS BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT!

Anyways, I hope you lovelies enjoyed! I will be writing more every so often, but I got this for now!

[diaconicon]

Could you write a connor stoll x daughter of Athena reader. Where connor watches the reader and another person do romantic kareoke and he gets jelous because he think the reader likes that person.

⬆️This was an anonymous ask, which I unfortunately lost because I accidently deleted it😭 I'm so sorry to whoever requested this, I hope you still find it in some way!

All my Loving

connor stoll x daughterofathena! reader

Summary: basically what the request says, made it a bit christmassy because its in less than a week (2 days now), and i miss the spirit

Warnings: none (I think), probs ooc everyone. We're just gonna ignore the fact that the Camp has the barrier that stops it from raining inside okay? I kind of forgot don't hate me love you guys xoxo. English isn't my first language, so there could be some errors

22nd of December. It was almost Christmas, and Camp Half-Blood was in a fuss between Christmas decorations, some of the campers packing to go back to their families the day after for the Holiday, and the preparations for the 24th and 25th for the other campers who would stay, everyone had something to do and somewhere to be, not leaving a lot of free time to wish everyone goodbye and a Merry Christmas.

Here came the Hermes Cabin, as always, to 'save the day' - as said by its residents. They decided to host a karaoke night on the 22nd as a sort of pre-Christmas celebration, so everyone could also enjoy it with their friends who would go away the next day.

Of course, everyone was invited - although it was still a mystery how the Hermes Cabin was always capable of pulling out all these big parties without getting in trouble - but you were still debating on whether to go or not, not being the most social type, and definitely not very inclined to be singing, but after contemplating for some minutes, you decided to cave in and go. Most of your half-brothers and sisters wouldn't be there, but, after all, Connor did ask you personally to come, saying that 'you would really do him a favour' because 'everyone was just so boring and no fun to be around', and you just couldn't say no to him, you were, besides, quite fond of both him and his brother and it would be rude to just not go.

I mean, you wouldn't have to sing anyways if you didn't want to, right? You could just go, have fun with your friends, have a few drinks, watch other people sing and, most importantly, spend a bit of time with Connor before you went back home to your family for the holiday's.

Well, you were wrong. Almost everything was going perfectly. You arrived at the cabin, said hello to some of your friends, poured yourself a drink, and then, as planned, you went to search for Connor, who you found in a corner next to his brother, who scattered away (not without tripping at least a few times) almost immediately after greeting you with a quick "Oh hello there, how are you? Everything okay? Hope you're enjoying yourself. Oh, just a minute, will you? I think someone's calling me - and then turning to his brother - catch you later, Con."

And that left just you and Connor alone, in an awkward silence. Although you were usually so talkative with him, it really wasn't so hard to open up when he was around. He always let you feel so comfortable without even trying, you guessed it was in his demeanour, the way he walked, the way he acted, you didn't know exactly, but he definitely wasn't much of an awkward person as you were, quite confident of himself, but quieter than his brother, calmer, which made him more likable in your opinion. He was fun to be around, very animated, but when needed, he could also be very sensible and almost a shoulder to cry on. He was just so.. warm, almost like the sun, or an oven! You weren't sure how to put it, but he did really remind you of freshly baked cookies, who were still warm ones out of the oven, but that you had to wait for to cool down before eating, otherwise it would be 'bad' for your stomach (at least according to your dad).

But maybe it was something in the air that night, the music was really loud and you already could barely hear yourself over the others singing, maybe it was Travis' abrupt disappearance, but neither of you said a word, not even a 'hello' or a 'how are you?' After some seconds, what must have felt like minutes, you decided to be the first one to break the silence, then you saw that he too wanted to say something, and opting to let him take the word instead, you leaned in to hear him better. But just then, some of your other friends called you, wanting you to come sing with them and even after making it pretty clear that you had no intention whatsoever of participating, they still dragged you out to the karaoke section, pretty much forcing you to sing at this point. Maybe you were exaggerating - well, you were definitely exaggerating - but at that moment, it felt like being processed to death, tragically waiting for a guillotine to cut your head off.

You didn't know how it happened, but you ended up having to sing a duet with some Apollo boy you didn't even know well, although quite cute in your opinion, you couldn't even seem to recall his name.

Not quite as bad as you thought it would be, the song went by really fast, and you could even say you had fun. After chatting a bit with the Apollo kid, finally remembering his name, and him suggesting to spend more time together once in a while, having enjoyed himself, you bid goodbye and immediately went back to find Connor, still a bit embarrassed by the public scene, which you still wished to have avoided.

Though, not being able to find Connor anywhere, you decided to ask his brother if he had seen him.

"Connor? I think I saw him going outside just a few minutes ago. If you see him, tell him to come inside quickly, will you? It's like freezing out there, and I don't even think he took his coat with him"

You thanked Travis, grabbed Connor's coat, which he left in the cabin (by demand of his older brother), and went outside as well, hoping to catch up with the latter, wherever he went to.

Travis was right. It was indeed freezing, and in the time you spent in the Hermes Cabin, it also had begun to snow. Realising this, your heart couldn't help but to warm up a little. You absolutely loved snow, especially in this time of the year, only adding more to the Christmas spirit already strong around the Camp.

You eventually found Connor after a while near the beach, the sand now mixing with the snow that was falling, secretly thanking the Gods that he didn't go into the forest or it would've been probably impossible to find him.

He was sitting on a random trench, with his back to you, looking out in the distance, to the stars or the sea you didn't know which, still not having noticed your presence behind him.

So, you carefully went up to him, anxious of approaching, like reaching out for a baby deer who would otherwise get scared if you were too loud. Not only that, but you were also anxious about what to say. He looked upset, and you didn't know why. For how much you tried, you just couldn't think of what could've made him so distressed. Was it something you said? Well, you didn't exactly say anything... was that it? Did he expect you to have said something? Had he wanted to tell you something before you were dragged away by your friends? Maybe it was just the change in the weather that affected him so much. It was always pretty warm at Camp anyway. Maybe it was something that had been going on all day, and you just didn't know. You only first saw him this evening, and he already looked pretty off.

Whatever it could've been, you decided to just go and rip the band-aid off. You would've to ask him directly what was wrong, so you could try and help and comfort him.

You were now not even a few steps behind him, but he was still oblivious of you being there (sometimes you asked yourself how he was still alive with how bad his hearing and reflexes were), so you extended your hand towards him, the one with which you were holding his coat, and poked him on his shoulder, finally capturing his attention.

'Here, put it on, your brother is going to kill us both if you don't', you said, referring to the jacket, trying to relieve some of the tension around the air.

He didn't protest and grabbed the jacket, but he still didn't say anything and turned away immediately, his face impassable.

You set next to him, and for a while, just looked at him, not saying anything. Anxiety filled your stomach up to the point you thought you were going to feel sick. He didn't look only upset anymore but actually mad. Angry. And you were so scared it had to do with something you did. In the fraction of time you used to contemplate on what to say and how to start the conversation you were clearly about to have, he beat you to it and started first.

'Well, thanks for the coat. You can go back now if you'd like', he said, irritated, not once looking at your direction but keeping his eyes fixed on a vanishing point which you still couldn't figure out.

'Is something wrong? You know if something happened you can just tell me, I'm here to help you you know. Just.. please, I don't like to see you like this. You know if it's something I did, I'm sorry, I didn't realise. But just tell me, okay? I'm so sorry if I hurt you in any way.' You were desperate at this point, just hoping this would end soon. You'd never seen Connor this upset, and it quite frankly scared you a bit.

But just then, his gaze softened. He just couldn't stay mad at you, not like this, not seeing how much stress this caused you. He wasn't even mad at you. He could never be mad at you, not even if his life depended on it, he thought.

'No, I'm sorry, okay. Really. Just forget about it, I'm overreacting. It's nothing'. Although his voice was sincere, he felt like he needed to say more than that, much more, if he wanted to make it better. 'Look.. it's just that.. well. Just give me a moment, will you? I need to think of how to say this right.' It was now his turn to feel anxious, and he started picking at everything he could find to keep calm. His nails, the wood on the trench you two were sitting on, the zipper of his jacket, and so on.

You weren't doing much better, shaking your legs up and down, picking at the skin of your lips, and basically dying of anxiety. If you were exaggerating before, now you definitely weren't. You would've preferred the guillotine over this at any moment.

'Yes, of course, take all the time that you need. I'm here for you.'

And after that, it fell silent. The only sound you could hear were the waves of the sea and the snow falling on the both of you, and in the distance, a bit of the long forgotten party going on in the Hermes Cabin. You were now only waiting for Connor to start speaking. You wanted to say patiently, but it was eating you up inside.

A few minutes went by, and you couldn't take it anymore. You were about to say something before he beat you to it again.

'Okay, so this isn't going to be easy to say, but I want you to listen to me until I'm done. Please. I know I'm not the best speaker in the world, and I really did want to make this more worthy of you, more meaningful, but I'm probably gonna mess things up, so I'm sorry in advance, but just try and listen, okay?' He began, carefully, and you just nodded, following his instruction and waiting for him to continue.

'Okay so, well, I thought this was honestly kind of obvious already - he said this with a smile - but I really like you, and I mean really, since at least a few years I think already. And seeing you with that Apollo kid, I don't know it just made me mad, I thought I couldn't stand a chance against someone like that, so much more talented and what not than me. And not only him, I mean everyone. You're just so perfect in every sense, and I know you could do so much better than me, so I got a bit self-conscious, but that's it. I'm so sorry for worrying you. It really wasn't my intention to be such a dick, but my emotions got the better of me.'

You were left speechless. You really didn't know what to say. Not even a sound could come out of your mouth at that point. Luckily, it didn't have to because Connor went on before you could even think of anything to say.

'No, wait, don't say anything yet. I'm not finished. I want to say it better. This is definitely not how I imagined this. You know I made up so many speeches in my head, practising on what I would tell you if ever came the right moment. But I forgot all of them now, so I'll just have to figure something out,

'I am every second more infatuated by your presence, by your kindness, your beauty. You leave me without breath every time that I see you, and every time, just a bit more than the day before. Every time I look up at the stars, I'm reminded of you, perplexed on how the Gods didn't take you as the inspiration of such creations. Every time I look up at the moon, I can't think of anything else other than how your beauty surpasses even hers, how the reflection of the moonlight on the water isn't just an allegory of you. Because it's something so beautiful that you just can't take your eyes off it. How honey isn't scraped directly from your voice because it's even more sweet and warm than a cup of tea. You fill me with joy of which I've never experienced before, which I didn't even know was real. I'm at every second more and more confused on how all of nature doesn't revolve around you, on how it wasn't created for you and because of you, for at every thing I look at I am every constant reminded of you. If I ever was to meet Aphrodite, I know she would take your appearance and, although I can't dare say you are more beautiful than her or you know what would happen, I can say that in this world and all the universe you are one of the Gods' most beautiful creations. That if it weren't for Prometheus, I would steal the fire just for you, and you only, to keep you warm from days like this one. To keep you warm like you do constantly to me, by just your mere presence, by just an insignificant conversation you could have with me, which I hold dear forever and never forget. What I'm trying to say is that I don't only like you, no... no. I would hold up the sky full of stars and galaxies for you, I would go up to the moon to retrieve your lost items for you, even just to see your smile, to see you happy, to know that you are content. For you have already stolen my soul and hold my heart, I couldn't sell it to the devil, but I would, just to let him promise me to always keep you safe, that nothing could ever touch or hurt you. For you only I think and plan, for you only I ever want to live on. I love you, I really do, and I only hope for you to love me back at your own pace and time. But I could never force you to do anything. If you don't reciprocate my feelings, let's forget about this. Just go on with our daily lives. A simple no, or just a shake of your head, will silence me forever, I won't ever bother you again, I promise. But if there's even just one chance, a little bit of hope that you could give me a try, please don't let me wait for too long. Because how I am to take even one second longer of this I do not know.'

And with this, he stopped talking. He went completely mute, now only waiting for your answer, for a little hope.

But you didn't know what to say, how could after such a speech, such a confession? Anything you would say, even if meaningful, would never compete to something such beautiful and utterly captivating as this.

So you opted for saying exactly that.

'Connor.. I.. I'm really speechless, I don't know what to say, no, everything I would say could never compete with what you just did. I'm so sorry, but I really don't know how to own up to that.' You said with the biggest smile you ever had, which started growing since Connor began to speak.

'No, don't worry about that, just tell me, please. A yes or a no would be sufficient enough.' The poor boy was so stressed, but you couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't you mocking him or anything like that. It was a genuinely happy laugh, like you've never had before. He also started laughing at this, being influenced by you.

'Stop laughing, I'm serious. You're making me sweat cold here.' He said, finally lighting up from his serious stance.

'I'm so sorry, but I just really can't see how you could've become this worked up only because I was singing Last Christmas with some guy. Like, really, from all the songs Last Christmas, that's not even classifiable as a real love song.' At this point, you just couldn't stop laughing, completely captivated, almost not being able to breathe anymore.

'Hey! That's not true. It's one of the greatest love songs ever written. And I'm honestly quite offended you didn't sing it with me, okay. You know how much I love Wham!' Saying this, he also kicked your leg playfully. Finally, the mood was completely lightened up. Now, the interaction being like one of the many you had every day.

'Okay, now on a serious note', you began, and you could see Connor tensing up again, 'yes. And a million times, yes. I really like you, Connor, and I've had probably since I came to this camp. I could even say that I love you too.. but maybe for that, I do need a bit of time. But I do want to give it a try, and more than one if need to. Just don't make anything like that up anymore. Otherwise, I'd just look like a bad girlfriend, okay? I can't even come up with a good speech to convince my dad to let me adopt a cat, even think of confessing my undying love for you. I just think I need a little bit more time than you, but I'll get there eventually, I promise. Just wait until you'll get a Jane Austen type letter under your pillow.' You finally said, as sincere as you could. You were truly so happy, and you think you've never been this happy ever in your life (at least not until your dad would finally cave in and let you get a cat).

Connor, too, was happy. Oh, so happy, he thought he could break out in some type of dance right there and walk up to the sky to get a handful of stars to gift to you. But that was impossible, so he opted to wrap an arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

And like that, you stayed for a while, just you two together under the snow looking up at the stars and into the horizon.

'Don't worry, if we ever move in together, we're gonna adopt not one cat, but at least twenty, be sure of that.' He said.

Okayy this is it! I really hope you like this. omg, it came out so much longer than I was expecting. Also im so sorry it took so long to write but I was really busy with school! Also im honestly very happy about the ending. Hope you guys like it!

[soxma]

“COMFORT”

ooc!yuuji x reader

‼️ANGST‼️

this is my first fic and its very rushed so :’(

I looked at passerby as I continued to make my way home, something I couldn’t even call mine anymore as it felt like nothing but an unfamiliar melody. The air felt heavy, every time I breathed, I felt my lungs grow full of water instead of air. “I should move back to Sendai”, I thought. Tokyo was a beautiful place but a change of pace would be nice.

I made my way back to my apartment as I dropped my groceries on the floor, laying on the pile of clothes on the floor. My house was nothing but a mess. I could feel myself getting drowsy, slowly my eyes shut—not too long after my doorbell rings, “Yuuji!” I said happily jumping into his arms. “Heyyyy!” He smiles happily, scoping the scenery behind me, he frowns. “How long are you gonna live like this?”, “For as long as I can move on.” I buried my head into his chest, as he rubs my back for comfort. “I missed you, where have you been?” he lets out a soft laugh, “Sorry, Gojo kept us for a long time. He says the longer we stay the more disciplined we get..whatever he means..😒” he scoffs then he puts his hand to his head and smiles, “We have an upcoming mission, so that's probably why.” Whenever Yuuji has a mission my heart drops as he would come to my house looking like he’s on the brink of death, yet smiles at me and asks if there’s anything to eat. During those times I could only give him a teary-eyed smile back and say there would only be ramen, and he’d say “That’s perfect”.

“You just bought groceries? Does that mean we're eating good tonight?” He gleamed happily, I let out a giggle and said “Of course, gourmet even.” We made our way inside my house, it was kind of embarrassing to show him such a messy home yet knowing him he wouldn’t have a care in the world. “How have you been doing, pretty?” He says laying his arms on the other side of the counter, as I prepared the ingredients on the other side. I closed my eyes and smiled, “Well, as you can see the state of my home—I’ve been doing amazing!” I sarcastically said. “That’s why I’m here to make it even better.” His hands make their way to my waist and lay his head on top of mine, “Would my lady be interested in having a little date today?” I could feel my ears get red, as I tried my best to focus on cutting onions in hopes I wouldn’t cut myself. “Do you even need an answer to that?” He chuckles in response, “I know you need a change of pace, my love. Just relax today.” He kisses my cheek, “If you need any help let me know.” I hummed in response as I continued to focus on cooking. His footsteps got farther as I could hear him open the bathroom door, aaand…close. I stopped cutting onions and jumped in glee. I put my hands to my face, feeling the extra warmth of it. I practically screamed internally. “Oh! I should probably finish cooking before he comes out!” I thought as I rushed to finish.

“Hey pretty, ya’ done yet?” He grins, “Yup!”, “How about I go pack up this food and let's go out for a picnic, yeah?” I smiled shyly, “Sounds good to me!”. We made it under a perfect tree that covered us with the right amount of shade, all of a sudden the air that was once thick finally lifted and gave me a breath of fresh air, and he was what made it better. We laid out the blanket, and the food. I couldn’t help but take a picture to capture this moment, showing Yuji in the frame. His hands laid on top of his legs as it showed him intaking the scenery, his face wasn’t in the picture yet it was the best one I had taken in a while.

The entire day was perfect, I had forgotten all my troubles having his hand in mine. It was as if the silence had finally been lifted with nothing else but our laughter. Catching up on the things him and I missed while he was away. The moon illuminated our pathway back to my apartment, we giggled like we were children again back in Sendai. His pinky intertwined with mine as we walked slowly down the pavement. “I had a lot of fun today, Yuuji.” He smiled widely, “I'm glad! Hopefully you forgot about everything and will move on forward after this.” He stops and smiles gently, “—Wouldn’t want my pretty girl to always be sad now.” With my face flushed I didn’t even realize we were finally home, “Can’t you stay for the night?” He sadly smiles, “I wish but I have training tomorrow, pretty.” He caresses my cheek, “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.” I lit up in delight, “Really!?” I smiled widely as I hugged him tightly. I quickly went to go prepare for bed before he could say anything, he giggled and closed the door cleaning a few things up while I skipped my way towards the bathroom.

He laid in bed with me playing with my hair, humming a tune. “Oh I almost forgot, I think I lost my phone in your house—”, he frantically looked through his pockets searching for his phone “—Could you ring it for me, pretty?” I nodded my head, grabbing my phone and searched the ID caller, ‘Yu Yu 🤍’ my phone vibrated as it rung, bringing it up to my ear, yet it went straight to voicemail, you called, and you called yet the call went straight to voicemail “Baby, did you pay your phone bill?” You looked up at nothing but an empty room, you looked around in confusion, “Yuuji?” You called out his name yet all you were met with was silence yet again. You frantically looked for him around your house yet it was empty. You stopped to look at your front door…shoes…there was only one pair. You dropped to your knees, as tears welled up in your eyes. Bringing your phone back up against your ear as it rang..and it rang..and it rang. “Sorry, your caller could not be reached at this time—“ you looked down at the ID caller, bringing down your phone and opening your photos app. The photo you took earlier during the picnic, surely he was there—yet you were met with nothing but an empty sky. Memories started flooding back as to why you were in the state you were at in the beginning

riiinggg…riiiingg..

Your phone rang. Not even looking at the ID caller in hopes you picked up wishing it was Yuuji, though you were met with a womans voice. “(your name)?” It was Nobara, “It’s been 5 months, how long are you gonna stay there?” I leaned my head against the wall, I couldn’t answer her. “Yuuji is gone! When are you gonna move on?!” Silence. Nobara stayed silent as well for a while until she finally spoke up “He was my best friend too, y’know? Knowing him he wouldn’t want you to stay in that hell of a place you have!” She screamed “He would want you to move on—“, “What the hell is it with you and moving on?!” I cried out, not being able to hold it back any longer, “I fucking miss him! I couldn’t even say goodbye! How am I supposed to move o—“ I stopped, as I realized. I hung up the call with Nobara as I couldn’t contain my tears any longer. 5 long months of having him gone, this was the first time I finally cried. “Today..”, “You appeared in my dream to spend one last moment with me, didn't you?” because you couldn’t say goodbye, because I couldn’t move on. The closure you gave me, I could only smile bitterly with tears streaming down my face. “You said you would wait until I fell asleep, Yuuji.”

[blueharborhq]

TASK 004 — RANDOMIZER #1

Happy September, everyone! As we celebrate (nearly) four months of being open here at Blue Harbor, we'd love to introduce something new and exciting: a randomized interaction task! This type of task is one that we'd love to incorporate more consistently moving forward in order to ensure that everyone is making new IC / OOC connections, staying inclusive towards others, and having fun! Unlike previous tasks, THIS TASK IS MANDATORY FOR ALL MEMBERS TO PARTAKE IN, excluding those who have joined or taken up additional characters following the date of September 1st. Don't worry, though, it's relatively simple! Underneath the cut, you will find every character of BH split up into smaller groups of four ( two will be of five ). These groups were mainly chosen by an online randomizer, with minimal admin interference to make sure that everyone was paired with as many different members as possible, most of whom they may not interact with frequently. That being said, considering the sheer quantity of muns and characters, there may be instances of repeats (For example: A, who has four characters, being in two separate groups with B, who also has four characters) — so don't be alarmed if that's the case for you! That just means more opportunity to chat with someone.

By October 1st, we expect all characters within a group to have at least one interaction individually with each other. This gives you all four weeks to plot and work out a connection— be it random or otherwise — with every character assigned to yours, and every mun in your group! These interactions do not need to be complex, nor do they even need to be written threads. Since this is the first time we're implementing this sort of task, we'll happily accept interactions like texts / calls / facetimes for this, so long as you keep in mind that they will not count towards activity. Ideally, these interactions will not be dropped and will surpass just one reply back and forth; we really want everyone to put the most amount of effort possible into this, rather than doing the bare minimum because it's required. PLEASE NOTE: We will be keeping track as best as we possibly can, and anyone who does not start the required interaction within the given time frame (who has also not opened up a conversation with us to discuss) may receive a friendly follow up! Rest assured, if you wind up falling into this category, you won't be in trouble in any way! We simply want to understand how we can make future installments of this task better for you and improve upon it for next time!

That being said, if you feel as though you cannot complete this task for any reason, please reach out to us. This task is supposed to be something fun and mutually beneficial for all, not a chore! Nor should it be stressful in the slightest. So if there is an element to this task that you are unhappy with, so much so that you feel like you cannot complete it, we need to know. We're willing to chat, help and compromise to make sure that everyone is having a good time! You can do so via the main's direct messages or either admin personally on Discord, as the anonymous feature will remain disabled for the foreseeable future.

Ahead of time, we thank each and every one of you for your cooperation!

GROUP 1.

Deacon Edwards ( Laine )

Elijah Falvey ( Kellen )

Leandro Contreras ( Stef )

Safiye Aksoy ( Kris )

Valletta Cambridge ( Emily )

GROUP 2.

Rafael Moldonado ( G )

Giselle Finch ( Kau )

Rachel Han ( Claire )

Dante Kidd ( Stef )

Madisyn Huang ( Soph )

GROUP 3.

Oliver Ashford ( Alyssa )

Ash Williams ( Em )

Ruby Morrisey ( Kau )

Estefania Betancourt ( Velouria )

GROUP 4.

Maximilian Mohan ( Frankie )

Halide Dursun ( Hanna )

Theodora Nowak ( Ceecee )

Sawyer Marshall ( Alyssa )

GROUP 5.

Dylan Westwick ( Claire )

Warren Pearce ( Hanna )

Grayson Heller ( Christie )

Valentine Finch ( Laine )

GROUP 6.

Juno Behar ( Stef )

Theo Bailey ( Mina )

Jack Lynch ( Aaron )

Grace Connors ( Krys )

GROUP 7.

Dilara Kaplan ( Stef )

Calahan Macarthy ( Manes )

Eliana Kendrick ( Sarah )

Leonard Katz ( G )

GROUP 8.

Daniel Choi ( Krys )

Thalia Edwards ( G )

Ruairi Macarthy ( Riley )

Antonella Ibarra ( Talia )

GROUP 9.

Cassie Westwood ( Hanna )

Dahlia Young ( Krys )

Damian Escobedo ( Ceecee )

Lisha Katz ( J )

GROUP 10.

Sofia Escobedo ( Em - 2 )

Selina Vale ( Talia )

Leon Wozniak ( J )

Angel Wallace ( Sarah )

Trey Kingston ( Christie )

GROUP 11.

Jasper Finch ( Manes )

Phoebe Yates ( Soph )

James Bennett ( Eric )

Terry Lowenstein ( Laine )

GROUP 12.

Jia Kim ( Em )

Lainey Caldwell ( Nikki )

Jeanie Ramachandran ( Aaron )

Elspeth Sun ( Manes )

GROUP 13.

Berenice Henry ( J )

Isabel Guzman ( Alyssa )

Maya Jackson ( Krys )

Avery Chopra ( Bay )

GROUP 14.

Saul Weissberg ( Velouria )

Lincoln Welch ( Nikki )

Samuel Harrison ( Talia )

Liam Reed ( Em )

GROUP 15.

Scarlett Blackwood ( Caitlyn )

Antonio Beltran ( Ceecee )

Chance Underwood ( Kau )

Nilay Bailey ( Bay )

GROUP 16.

Arizona Ortega ( Kris )

Moshe Behar ( Riley )

Izulu Zakwe ( Emily )

Quintana Weisz ( Nikki )

GROUP 17.

Rory Anderson ( Ceecee )

Matty Foster ( Molly )

Lewys Stone ( Sky )

Micah Weissberg ( Frankie )

GROUP 18.

Josie Finch ( Em - 2 )

Nate Abadiño ( Kau )

Roman Daniels ( Soph )

Charlette Lowenstein ( Riley )

[yesimwriting]

Spiderverse huh 👀 how uh

How do you feel about spider-punk 👁️👁️

a/n ohhh he's so boyfriend idc, but i feel like in an accidental way?? like his official stance would be something like 'defined relationships mainly exist in order to further consumerism and marriage is just a way for the government to be more involved in daily lives, etc'

and he'd probably also say he doesn't like consistency so he doesn't believe in dating, but the second he has a crush on someone he's so done for,, like if anyone asks about the person he likes he'll be like wdym??? we're literally married? but to the actual person he'd do nice things but pretend it has nothing to do with them lmao

i feel like he'd be so supportive too, like you could do anything and he'd be like wow, amazing, show stopping, what a way to fight against the establishment!!

anyways here's a little blurb bc i love him (in this one, the reader works in the news world, nothing too specific, just that they have a camera and a reason to go out of their way to risk their safety to take pictures of an active villain attack/crime)

warnings: me writing a character for the first time (so potentially a little ooc), a person that knows nothing about british people writing a british character, mutually pining besties

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The whole thing had been an abrupt burst of chaos, and what no one ever talks about when it comes to any type of sudden disaster is the aftermath. Adrenaline starts to dwindle and you're forced to take in and process what happened.

You force yourself to breathe slowly as you examine your surroundings. The building across the street from you has sustained some major damage, but everything else still seems stable. Everyone you can see looks like they're safe and in the distance you can hear sirens. First responders are already making their way to the scene. That's a good sign, yet you can't bring yourself to feel relieved.

Not until a familiar blur of motion catches the corner of your eye. You step back, furthering yourself from the edge of the rooftop to give him some space. Knowing that he's okay enough to be swinging like that eases that tension in your chest. A fact he can never know because of how you ended up on this rooftop. So instead of smiling and greeting him the way you normally would, you cross your arms and keep your expression steady.

"Everythin' alright up here?" He keeps his tone casual, a subtle reminder that your best friend isn't your best friend right now.

You tilt your head, giving him a pointed look. You want to be as mad as you were at first, but seeing that he's uninjured always makes you lose any edge. He doesn't look like he's been hit or injured and he's standing in a way that doesn't favor a particular side of his body more than the other. He is, however, making a point of keeping an arm behind his back. Because he doesn't seem to be in any notable pain, you decide that your questions should wait until later, when you're somewhere where you can be concerned openly.

"Everything was alright on the ground." You lift the camera that's hanging from the strap around your neck. "...When I was doing my job."

He takes a step towards you, angling his head downwards and lowering his voice like someone might hear you even though you're stories above the people attempting to get through the aftermath of the incident. "You got plenty of photos before...I checked."

The last part is tacked on almost sheepishly, like there's something embarrassing about the admission. It takes you a second to get why. You didn't see him before he swung onto the scene, all business and not in the mood to even hear your justification for staying close to the action. That means your abrupt kidnapping relocation wasn't as sudden and unreasonable to him. He didn't just pluck you from the ground and place you on a rooftop he deemed safe enough at the first sign of increasing trouble. He had trusted you to take care of yourself until things escalated.

You fight to not soften. "Still." Tilting your chin up in an attempt to appear stern, you speak slowly. "You could've asked."

He sighs, shaking his head. "You would've said no."

"Yeah, and I would've been entitled to," you mumble, arms finally relaxing. "But...thanks." The second he pulled you away, the wall to the building you were standing closest to crumbled. Maybe you should give Hobie some credit for that.

"Y'know there was a barricade, and the authorities were saying somethin' about no press."

Ah. You knew he'd bring it up eventually. "I um--didn't notice."

He takes a step forward. "Didn't notice?"

"No, I was...busy."

"Doin' what?" He angles his head to one side and you're struck with the feeling that he finds this a lot more entertaining than you want him to.

You sigh. "Sneaking in through the back alley."

He lets out a breath that's suspiciously close to a laugh. You can picture his smile. "Atta girl, ignoring the regulations of a bureaucratic system that wants to keep the truth from the people."

A part of you is pleasantly surprised that he didn't take the opportunity to poke fun at what could be interpreted as a bit of hypocrisy. From time to time you like to gently remind him that nothing bad will happen if he doesn't go out of his way to break a rule because sometimes it's risky, especially with a secret identity. His response is always something along the lines of where's the fun in that?

"So I should have stayed down there?"

He pauses, not liking the turn this conversation is taking. Of course you can handle yourself and a bit of justified rebellion would never cause you any harm, but he can't exactly Spider-Man to the best of his ability with you there. It makes his attention drift back to you, to make sure you're okay. Was stranding you on a roof top the best solution? Maybe not, but you're stubborn and he had to act quickly. Besides, you never take these news reporting spats too seriously.

The corner of your mouth turns up, happy that you're winning this one. "You're sending mixed messages."

"You know how I feel about consistency."

You're about to say something else, a half thought out joke that never gets to develop because a nerve-inducing shout steals the moment. Your head snaps forward and so does Hobie's. "You're gonna have to..."

"Yep." He's approaching the edge the roof, but before he can leap off and into action, he turns. "Oh--before I forget--"

Hobie extends the arm that was tucked behind his back. He's holding something shielded by slightly crumpled, waxy paper. After a second, you realize the mesh of colors peaking out from it are flowers. Some of the stems making up the outer part of the arrangement are slightly bend and a few of the longer pieces have lost their petals. That does nothing to take away from how delicate they look. Your eyes grow wide at the gesture.

you reach out for them almost dumbly, "You got me these?"

He lets you take the bouquet, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his suit. "I uh--yeah." You grin as he clears his throat. "Snagged 'em from that soulless, corporate shop that drove out the last of the good ones. Thought they earned a bit of trouble and these reminded me of you."

Aw. He makes it so hard to be mad at him over abandoning you on a random roof when he does things like this. You look down at the flowers, smoothing out the edges of the paper they're wrapped in.

"They're a little outta shape, I co--"

"No," you shake your head, pulling the flowers towards you defensively, like he was trying to snatch them away, "They're mine and I love them, back off."

He holds his hands up in defense, "Alright, love, no one's taking 'em."

Your smile grows even fonder. "Good."

Another concerning yell reaches the two of you. "Gotta go."

"Wait!" He turns his head, but keeps moving towards the edge. "How am I supposed to get down? You webbed the door shut."

"I did do that," he pauses, but another loud yell echoes around the two of you before he can do anything. "I'll come back!"

"Don't--!" It is so hard to not call out his name sometimes.

He jumps, swinging away, "I'll make it up to you!"

You roll your eyes, adjusting your hold on the flowers. "Yeah," you mumble, knowing there's no way he can still hear you, "You better."

It doesn’t matter anyways, he always does.

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a/n this was really fun to write! so if you like this and want more spider punk or spiderverse from me, feel free to send an ask

[seajellyx]

an apple a day 2: electric boogaloo. chaos edition

octavinelle taking care of you while you're sick and doing an absolutely job 👍 [bc i'm still sick and it sucks] octavinelle x gn!reader, all together, ambiguous relationship warnings: non serious illness, possibly ooc, octotrio being smart dumbasses, even dumb smartasses, if you will, not proofread, honestly it's just me bullying them

an apple a day part 1

azul somehow sniffs out the beginning of your sickness before you yourself are even sure. i don't know how but he tells you to take it easy and get more rest.

once you become full blown ill he just sighs and banishes you to bed rest, this whole time he's been quite gentle on you and it's really surprising, but you're not complaining so you follow his orders and go back to your dorm.

the leech twins quickly notice your absence and inquire their boss about it, but only after harassing everyone you know and stalking around the campus looking for you.

azul breaks the news of your illness and they all stand in silence for a moment, thinking.

see, sickness in the animal world is rare, but serious, especially in the ocean

so these three dumbasses definitely thought you were gonna die for a bit, before common sense kicked in and they realized that they have access to medicine. and fucking magic.

jade, the only rational one, just looks up ways to help you.

can't be that hard! floyd bounces out of the room with the full intention to "take care of his shrimpy!"

azul shakes his head, sighs, and sends jade after him to make sure you don't die

the two pick up some supplies, then bust into your dorm like they've got a warrant or something, effectively waking you up from your nap

"w-what... the?"

"wow shrimpy, you sound awful,"

"yeah thanks. what are you two doing here?"

"we're here to nurse you back to health, of course."

"uhh..."

they actually take pretty good care of you. sorta

they get you everything that you need, and somehow know what you want or need at any given moment and immediately fetch it for you

after telling them your symptoms, they try to assuage them in any way they possibly can, making sure you stay in bed, turning off the lights or closing the blinds, opening up the windows (if it isn't cold out) to bring you some fresh air, or placing a cool towel on your head if you have a fever.

jade takes this opportunity to subject you to several different tea brews. most of them are pretty standard, but some are a bit bitter. he tells you that they're medicinal herbs.

to be very honest, these two do not know what bed rest actually means, because the several mommy blogs they read didn't specify

so floyd and jade (but mostly floyd) have been making quaint conversation to keep you entertained

you let them know that you should actually be sleeping and they finally shut up

they sit by your bed, unless you ask them to leave, and jade works quietly while floyd plays a game on his phone, or whatever floyd does in his spare time

if you're having trouble sleeping, jade will recommend white noise, calming music, or melatonin. floyd begins singing you a lullaby unprompted. but it's okay because he has a nice voice.

azul ends up coming around bc when he asked the tweels for updates all they did was send him cryptic messages and blurry photos of floyd snooping around your dorm.

you wake up sometime later to the sound of your kitchen being quietly destroyed, the three come in, holding a nice, hot bowl of soup for you, and a mug of tea

you ask them about the state of your kitchen and jade tells you to eat your soup

it's surprisingly good! and not at all suspicious

while you eat, azul asks you how the tweels have been taking care of you and floyd immediately tries to defend himself, very inconspicuous and convincing, good job floyd

you tell him that it's been okay, and that you're still alive, so that's something.

after you finish eating, the three bid you goodnight

at least one of them is watching over you until you fall far into sleep

you wake up in the morning and the dorm is empty

making your way downstairs, you find the place surprisingly tidy, maybe even cleaner than it was before.

overall they do a mediocre job and you don't die.

they're hella suspicious though, floyd has probably hidden several pranks in your house while no one was looking and now jade has the layout of the place memorized.

azul was the only normal one.

wait, if they were all taking care of you, then who was running the lounge?

[vewyscawywriting]

Reaching Heaven

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Ulquiorra x f!arrancar!reader

Wordcount: 1376 words

Tags: doing the deed while flying, established relationship, rewritten from an x oc fic that I wrote for myself, probably ooc

Summary: You've always wanted to fly, and beg Ulquiorra to take you flying around Hueco Mundo. In the air, so close to him, you realize how badly you want him. Now.

Held tightly, Ulquirora's arms around you, his tail curled around your waist. You were not afraid of heights, and felt absolutely safe in your lover's arms, but you still felt the thrill run through you at the thought of being so high up. Ulquiorra's powerful wings held you both airborne, sounds of the air creating a soothing atmosphere, but it could not dampen your excitement. Above you was the deep darkness of Hueco Mundo, below you the endless sands stretching out before you. You held your lover tighter, body flush with his. The ground below was far, dunes of sand flying by unchanging, making it look like you were going much slower than you actually were, but the wind in your hair told you otherwise, making your stomach do flips in excitement. Had you asked a friend with wings to fly you around before? Absolutely. Had they complied? Well, yes, begrudgingly after you had asked so many times they had grown tired of you. Ulquiorra required much less persuasion, which wasn't to say he required none at all. He, however, was much more likely to allow your whims as long as they didn't let him go against Lord Aizen. And so, fly you did, and those earlier small rounds around Las Noches couldn't even begin to compare to this. The speed, the thrill, the closeness to Ulquiorra your lover-

Innocently your hips made contact with his and you were distracted from your thoughts for just a second to realize how much you wanted him right now while you were still flying. 

Your excitement was palpable, Ulquiorra's wings steady, and your grin ear to ear as you rutted your hips into Ulquiorra's just once. Was it a dangerous game you were playing? Absolutely! But being an arrancar for so long had taught you one thing; there was a usually high risk involved for a high reward. 

Peeking at Ulquiorra's face from below, you saw no indication of him being upset or feeling a certain type of way after your action. He must've thought nothing of it, dismissing the action as accidental. But there was nothing accidental about the second time you grinded into him, noticing his frown deepening as he glanced at you for a second. A sigh escaped him as he asked you with a monotone voice what it was you thought you were doing while still in the air. 

"Nothing," came your easy lie, hugging him innocently and looking up at him though thick lashes. "Is something the matter?" Then to change the subject: "It's so amazing to be up here. I wish I had wings myself, but then again I wouldn't be able to hold you as we're flying like this."

He hummed, no other sound coming from him as he took the answer with more than a little suspicion, eyes once again ahead to see where he was going when he felt you move against him again. Well, now he was sure what you were doing, although the why still escaped him. 

"I thought you wanted to fly?" He asked, already looking for a place to land, as you were seemingly done with flying and wanted something else instead. "We've only been in the air for 10 minutes after you begged me to take you to the skies for days. It seems you need to be taught patience before we do anything like this again."

"No, stay up," you said, slight whine edging your voice, "I want to fly."

But your hips held no sign of stopping now, rubbing against him insistently as he felt himself get affected much faster than he should.

"It's dangerous to stay in the air like this, woman. You need to cease this behaviour before you get yourself in trouble."

"I trust you," you replied with a full on whine this time, and Ulquiorra would've gotten angry if it didn't arouse him so much. "Your wings are so big and strong- I like the sensation of being up here, please let me." And without giving him time to answer you wrapped your legs fully around his slim waist, feeling his tail wrap tighter around you to accommodate the new position and to make sure you weren't going to fall as you grinded against his growing erection harshly. Skirt hiking up your hips, making him catch a glimpse of soaked black panties. Your mouth found his' as you kissed him deeply, tongues intertwining as his eyes closed for a fraction to let the sensations wash over him. The rhythm of his wings faltered slightly, but quickly picked up again when you broke apart. 

"Yes," you mewled, voice pitching higher as you rubbed yourself closer and closer to orgasm, shivering in his hold as you looked down, feeling the wind in your hair and the rush of speed as it aided to add to the knot in your stomach. 

It was difficult for him to keep steady at this point, pre cum making a mess of his hakama as he felt your wetness seep through as well, a wet patch for sure forming on his uniform and a groan escaped him. Meanwhile you brought yourself so close it felt like you wanted to be inside his skin, crotch never leaving his' as you rubbed faster, head thrown back as you came against him from the stimulation. Ulquiorra shuddered, entire body feeling electrified as his wings froze for just a second, making you drop a couple of feet as your moan turned into a yelp, only to turn into a louder moan from the feeling in your belly. 

"Shit," you gasped, throbbing against him so intensely your toes curled. You just came, but it wasn't enough by far. You needed him inside of you right this moment, wetness seeping down your legs now. Moaning his name, you pressed against him so hard it almost hurt, and he decided you needed to land. Now. 

His dick strained against his hakama as he reached the tall ruin of what appeared to be some sort of tower. Much faster than he'd thought, though it seemed like an eternity of not being able to be inside of you. He was impatient, which was so very unlike him, but the intensity of the throbbing of his dick made him unable to think straight.

Roughly you were pushed against the wall, legs still around Ulquiorra as greedy fingers grabbed at your thighs, lips already glued to your neck as you moaned out his name. His other found found yours as both worked on getting his hakama off, but the moment his dick was freed neither of you attempted any further undressing. So impatient were you both that your panties were quickly pushed to the side before Ulquiorra pushed in, wetness leaking from you as he thrust in with very little resistance.

Head thrown back as Ulquiorra's name fell from your lips in needy moans, uncaring about how loud you were being. After all, you were in the middle of nowhere, there was no need to stay quiet for once, as he hummed his pleasure into your neck. A slight nip was his response to your hands pulling at his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him further into you as you moved your hips in rhythm with his. 

The height was still apparent, and a sinking feeling every time you opened your eyes only heightened your pleasure as Ulquiorra held you steady against the wall of the tall ruin. The stone ledge below you crumbling with very sharp thrust of his hips, but the fear only drove you further towards orgasm. A breathy moan of his name and a shudder racking your body as you came again, milking Ulquiorra's dick for all it was worth. A growl came from him as he too toppled over the edge, pushing into you roughly as both of you rode out your orgasm. Outfits ruined at the bodily fluids now covering you both, running down your legs and down the tower. 

"That was nice," you said, a smile in your voice apparent as you gently kissed Ulquiorra on the mouth. "We should fly again soon."

A scoff was your answer as Ulquiorra tidied you both up with a slight frown at the mess. "Don't count on it, woman."

[spitzobsessed]

Warning for little swearing, ooc and possible spoilers.

This is a spur of the moment fic, best described as a "what if scenario" one'd think of in the shower. Because I love my Agent and he deserves to fight the Republic in every way possible.

Bear in mind that I've never played past Coruscant of the Trooper story. So of course this fic is set on the first planet, and the spoilers refer to the end of Ord Mantell planet arc for Trooper. Oh yes, this has nothing to do with Agent's story.

aand im rambling, sorry, sorry

___________

That was it. The end. Some few minutes left to accept what they'd done.

They were no longer Republic soldiers and in less than an hour they will no longer be in Republic space.

Commander Harron Tavus battled his doubts in silence, not letting anything to show on his face. After all, there was no turning back now. The team seemed to be having a better time dealing with their choice.

Commander however.... Loyalty turned out to be a trickier bitch than he thought. And back when everything was clear his loyalties were clear. They haven't changed, not really. He had a Squad to keep alive and a Republic to serve. But if the choice was between his Havoc and some bastards issuing orders from the safety of Coruscant, he knew who came first.

If the Republic deemed the Havoc unimportant enough to just leave them to die, well, the Havoc would treat the Republic appropriately.

At least the Imperial officer was smart enough to keep his expression neutral. Had the fascist scum tried to gloat, Harron would not be held responsible for his actions.

...

The shuttle was ready to be boarded when the guards shouted. In a moment over two dozen blaster rifles were aimed squarely at the intruder's chest. Commander heard Fuse swear under their breath. He agreed with them. Walking right up to them, as if oblivious to all the weapons trained on him, was the newest addition to Havoc. Sergeant Aaden Challe had a complicated expression. He stopped right in front of Harron and Imperial officer, after making a show of looking around at everyone gathered. He pointedly let his gaze linger on the warhead stripped to the shuttle.

He was a dead man for coming here.

Harron felt cold at the realisation. He had no choice but to kill the new guy now, for there was no other way. He did prove to be quite patriotic. That was why Harron ordered him to stay at the base.

Why was he here?

"You should not be here,"

"You went silent. Base Command feared you were dead,"

It would be better if they were right.

Commander looked at Sergeant. There was steel in the other man's eyes. They both knew what had to happen.

Imperial officer seemed to miss how tense the situation was becoming:

"Deal with the intruder, Commander Tavus. We're on a tight schedule."

Soldiers around them did not lower their rifles. But this was a chance to keep the stupid boy alive. He will be in trouble afterwards but at least he would be alive.

"This has nothing to do with you. You should have stayed at base."

"You're defecting from the Republic. And what's this, a passage fee?" - Sergeant Challe nodded at the warhead. - "What, you think the Empire will welcome you just like this?"

Havoc tensed. They knew that warhead was their ticket to freedom. The Empire would not accept them otherwise, and that admiral had wanted the weapon badly enough to negotiate their future.

Harron saw Wraith inch closer to Challe, syringe ready in hand. Sedative, probably, she kind of liked the guy.

Just keep his attention on me.

"The Republic doesn't care about us. During a mission to Ando Prime, they simply left us to die. I have no intention of letting that happen again."

Challe twitched an eyebrow, as if forcing himself remain impassive.

One more step.

"You have a future with them. We made our choice."

Wraith lunged at Challe, and some of the soldiers startled. Which was a mistake because blaster shots were fired and as Harron with the rest of Havoc took cover to return fire, they barely noticed Sergeant catch the woman and pin her down, all in a fraction of a moment.

"Halt!"

In the following silence the adrenaline rush felt overwhelming.

Harron took in the situation: imperial officer stood proud while the rest took cover.

He turned to the Sergeant:

"Trooper. Surrender now or be executed."

The man in question sat still for a moment, holding Wraith's hands. Then, slowly, he let go of her, and put his hands up. The Officer motioned to his men and a pair immediately put away their weapons and rushed to the surrendered man. They confiscated his weapons and handcuffed him. Wraith stood up and walked toward the rest of Havoc.

It felt surreal to watch the Imperials herd - prisoner now- Challe into the shuttle while their officer simply watched. He then faced Harron:

"This concludes our business on Ord Mantel."

The man then gestured for the Havoc to board the shuttle. And so they did. Some of the soldiers followed them inside, and lastly the officer and his escort came in.

...

The atmosphere astonishingly was equally grim and awkward. At least, among the Havoc Squad.

Harron could see it in the others' gazes that they were.. worried. For the new guy, most likely, and what would become of him, and more importantly, what would the admiral do about the uncounted for Republic soldier.

The flight off Ord Mantell and from the system was not long. It felt like an eternity still.

...

Half an hour later and the telltale shudder of exiting hyperspace went through the shuttle. The grand finale, thought Harron, as the Imperials began preparing to disembark.

Then, their shuttle entered the docking bay of an Imperial Destroyer, and landed, and everything grew still in waiting.

The entrance opened and Harron was politely led out and onto the deck of the bigger ship. He noticed the others being led out similarly and as he took in the bay he understood why. There, in all his imperial glory stood the admiral who would accept their defection and the "passage fee". Harron stood in parade rest, about to greet the man, when behind him Sergeant was led out as well.

Harron did his best not to react as Challe was led forward, unarmed and hands bound. For such a dire situation, the younger man held himself surprisingly well.

"Release him."

What.

Harron did look around that time, but the Admiral's attention was squarely on Challe. Who was now rubbing his wrists.

"I do appreciate that, Admiral."

"Hm. We'll talk later. Adjutant, show the good man the guest cabin." - an inconspicuous man walked up and quietly instructed Challe to follow. - "Now, to tha matter of the former Havoc Squad-"

"What's going on?!" - who would- Ah, Gearbox, the one to meet and insist on the safety of their addition, was known to care about young soldiers under his command. - "Why are you taking Sergeant Challe? Where are you taking him? Wh-"

"I believe you have no authority to interrupt your superiors," - the Admiral spoke over Gearbox, sounding both annoyed and disgusted.

"Sergeant Challe is no threat, he was not supposed to even be here," - Harron tried to sound nonchalant. The situation made little sense.

"And I have no value as a prisoner nor do I possess any valuable information?" - Challe stopped half the hangar away from the group. He did not sound upset or accusatory, no, but something in his voice- "Commander Harron, are you trying to dig my grave?"

Sergeant turned to face them and those words-

He was mocking them.

Laughing at him.

"Cipher Ten, I can handle this. Thank you for your aid with the mission," - the Admiral dismissed Challe and started telling something to him but Harron heard nothing. Cipher. Cipher agent of the Imperial Intelligence. The most dreaded tool of the Empire apart from Sith. Challe was- No, no, that couldn't be.

"Is that true?" - Fuse sounded breathless, and this time Harron was certain that feeling of being hit in the gut was a shared experience. - "Were you- "

"Were you sent to spy on us? Or kill us?" - Needles finished for him. There was hate growing in his gaze, and as Harron quickly glanced at Wraith, her face too was turning into a mask.

But Challe- Cipher, Cipher Ten admiral called him, resumed his walk after the adjutant. Instead, the Admiral spoke:

"Cipher Ten was supposed to determine the validity of your promise. To ensure this defection wasn't a cowardly ruse to harm the Empire. And to make sure the warhead was not sabotaged. You understand," - Admiral then gestured for the men to follow him. - "Now, Commander Tavus, we have a lot to discuss. Let us relocate to my office."

[snickerdoodlles]

"To be fair kidnapping Chay wasn't Vegas's fucking plan" anon, have you forgoten about the men he sent to kill Chay on the last episode? Maybe Gun gave the order but Vegas was the one that knew where Chay was...

Vegas who by the way was going to gleefuly execute Porsche to break Kinn, bff roadtrip be damned.

People truly are grasping at straws to justify their hate for Kim, and they can!! Whatever floats their boat! But all those characterizations are very ooc, and we all should stop pretending otherwhise.

(re this and this)

answering this one month late but exactly anon, exactlyyyyyyy. Vegas has a lot of extremely complicated feelings about his cousins which mostly express themselves in the form of "i need to overcome Kinn any way possible, up to and including killing my new friend and/or destroying him by killing his brother." Vegas could've easily kept quiet about knowing where Chay is--Gun was relying on Vegas to keep him updated on Porsche and look into him. Vegas was holding all those cards. but, as Vegas had warned Porsche, Vegas's only goal during the finale shitshow was to protect Pete, and Vegas played every card he had (including Chay) to make sure Pete made it out of that compound alive and safe from Gun's coup. we don't even know if he'd actually tucked Macau off somewhere safe first or not--obviously Vegas looks out for Macau throughout canon (and personally i do think he ensured Macau was safe before riding off into the gunfight), but he also could've just left Macau at home or school or whatever, because Gun wasn't going to rely on him for the gunfight and Kinn never dragged other people's brothers into his fights.

i'm veering off into headcanon territory instead of canon here so i'll shush, but my general point is that i hate hate hate Chay & Vegas fic that doesn't do the legwork of them working through their wildly messy canon relationship first, because the only person Chay has a worse relationship with would be Korn. and for good reason! Vegas is responsible some extremely crappy stuff Chay goes through! he outright tries to kill Chay's brother multiple times! Chay and Vegas don't have any relationship prior or afterwards where they might make up or better understand each other! Porsche might not hold shit against Vegas, but he's also the world's worst grudge holder and sympathizes with Vegas's shitty situation, whereas Chay doesn't have that context and is canonically much less forgiving than him ("lets just leave uncle to suffer the loansharks while we runaway from his problems hia, we're not responsible for his trouble hia" anyone?)

similarly, i have a lot of issues with fic that makes Chay hate on Kim (in general, but especially when he has just a golly swell relationship with Vegas out of nowhere) because the only thing Chay's ever upset with Kim over is Kim's mixed messages. he didn't give a shit about Kim secretly being mafia, because frankly they were not in a deep enough relationship yet for Kim to owe him that secret, and Chay's canonical response to that was literally "so you're mafia. now i know. but did u like me?" (king). fandom makes so many jokes about Chay living a wattpad dream life, yet thinks he'd be blind to the "you were my mission but then i caught feelings oh no" genre?? lol nah. i'm joking here, but Chay was only (understandably!) upset that Kim implied he didn't care about Chay and then sent a lot of mixed signals showing that he DID and Chay just wanted a straight answer. which...Kim does give later, in the form of protecting him in the finale and the emotional whopper of "why don't you stay" (i'm not getting too into my beef with fandom's treatment of that, but Kim reached out to Chay with music, aka their favorite form of communicating and shared passion!! not to mention that is a fucking whopper of emotions and explaining his feelings. HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING, he knew his message would reach Chay dammit)

like. whatever. people are going to have different characterizations of these guys than me, and there's a lot of different takes on their various relationships to explore, which is fine!! i have a LOT of apparently unpopular takes about how i characterize Chay's various relationships which i can keep to my spaces, but sometimes...idk man. i really wonder what show some people are watching, because some characterizations are so wildly different from the characters in the show i watched

[tobiasdrake]

This is so complicated.

Before we can even think about "Why is Yakou dead", we need to first interrogate why Yakou is here. Yakou broke into Amaterasu HQ with Fubuki and Desuhiko in tow. There are two major questions regarding that.

The first is how. How did they even get past the biometric scanner at the front gate? My tentative answers are either Desuhiko's Disguise can fool biometrics (because superpower) or they rode in on a troop transport of some kind.

The second question is why. Yakou showed us the Slaughter Artist death threat letter but. Like. Why would he care?

Fink's going to murder an Amaterasu employee in the most secure location in the entire city? Cool. Whatever. You do you, man. Why's that our business? I was involved because Makoto dragged me into it. What's Yakou's excuse? Why would he care?

Yakou wasn't exactly a gung-ho agent of justice or anything. He wanted us to keep our heads down and stay out of trouble. Breaking into Amaterasu HQ (to protect Amaterasu personnel no less) is super OOC for him.

Why would Yakou care? He wouldn't. Not about Huesca. Maybe about the homunculus thing; He was pretty gung-ho about taking Huesca into custody so we could make him tell us about homunculi. But would he care enough to go to war with Amaterasu over it?

And on the other side of the coin, why would Fink kill him? Huesca, I understand. Why Yakou? You just pulled off the impossible murder of the century in the Most Locked-est Room Ever and now the place is crawling with police. But you're going to stop escaping for five minutes so you can stab a random unrelated third party?

No. There's no reason Fink would do that, right?

This feels personal. Both Yakou's sudden OOC determination to gamble it all for a chance at facing Fink and Fink's inexplicable decision to waste time and risk getting caught to murder Yakou. These two have a relationship.

Could FInk be the Holmes to Yakou's Watson that he was talking about? If so, then he might have a Forte, which could bridge the gap in how this crime was carried out. Oh, or perhaps he killed Yakou's Holmes, and Yakou wants revenge.

I dunno. Lot of questions. Lots of possibilities to consider. Not much opportunity to investigate the crime scenes. Nor does it seem like the scenes hold much answers for investigation to find in the first place.

Dead detective. What's it look like? We both lost someone today. Though, I will grant you, yours is the greater loss.

That's seriously your takeaway? Yomi is the most incurious person I've ever met. No wonder his underlings were so bad at examining crimes.

My initial read of Peacekeeper leadership was that they're so corrupt they don't even care who goes down for a crime, as long as they get to look good by nailing someone. But given how hard Yomi rants about "I HAVE BROUGHT PEACE AND JUSTICE TO MY CITY!!!", I'm beginning to wonder if he's really just the dumbest motherfucker ever to put on a badge.

I cannot tell if he's spinning narratives to justify whatever he wants to be true, or if he's genuinely this awful at interpreting events unfolding in front of his eyes. Dude's breakfast toast could come out too crispy on one side and he'd deduce, "The coffee maker is conspiring to deceive the toaster oven into burning my toast. The coffee maker must be destroyed."

...I mean, I once accused my co-investigator of the murder so I don't have room to talk. But. Still.

Did you honestly expect any different out of Yomi? No, Yuma, Yomi's not going to bend over backwards to save the life of a man he wants dead.

Huh. Yuma Yomi. Similar names. That's funny. Maybe we're both homunculi, and our makers aren't very creative. :P

Honestly, Fubuki, I don't think there was anything you could have done. Even with foreknowledge, at no point since we entered the bottleneck that is the lab's security chambers could you have possibly averted this.

Plus, Yakou probably would have made an excuse to get away from you if you had managed to. I think he meant for this confrontation with Fink to happen. Maybe didn't mean for it to end like that. But I think this is what he came here for.

He doesn't even have anyone to impress. He's not trying to look good for some nebulous superior officer. The only superior he has is Makoto, who he despises.

He really is this incurious, isn't he?

Oh man. Yomi's bad day is about to get a lot worse. :D

Though the fact that Vivia and Halara are on the premises means we may have to consider them viable suspects for Fink's identity. I KNOW I KNOW but I mean that sincerely this time.

The most likely answer for Fink's identity is. Like. Some guy. He's a famous hitman. There's no reason to assume anybody here is secretly Fink when he could just as easily have come in from the outside via Awesome Hitman Skills.

But if we do wind up having to Whodunit Fink, our suspect pool is basically Makoto, Halara, and Vivia at this time. Robot Researcher doesn't have the body type for it and Yomi was in the lab when Fink was passing me in the hall.

That's not so bad at all, given that it's Yomi and his personal squad. Shows you exactly how intimidated Halara is by these dipshits. These are bargain bin beatdowns.

So apparently Vivia is as badass as Halara. It's hard to get a good shot of him in motion. He seems to leave a blur effect behind him as he moves.

All of that lounging is him storing energy for ruining your day when you fuck around.

For context, Halara Bullseye trickshotted that coin into a fucker's eye. It's lying on the floor right now beneath the Peacekeepers' feet. They're just making sure Yomi knows that they will pry it out of his cold, dead fingers if he gets handsy about it.

I love Halara so much. We see that particular coin with Halara a lot, and they often use it as their opener. They did something similar at the Clock Tower back in Chapter 1, trick-shotting the coin into a Peacekeeper as a distraction. I wonder if that one specific coin has any deep significance for them personally?

Questions for later. We are in a fucking brawl, LET'S GO!

And by "Let's go", I mean, "Go to a place where the violence is not happening and let the people who can break cops in half with their bare hands, y'know, do that." We shoved Desuhiko at them and now Bestie and I are free to run like hell.

No. Stop that. Without your save-scumming powers, we never would have been able to penetrate Huesca's lab, where we were then cornered by--

Oh. Shit. Um. You saved me from getting shot and becoming a straw a couple days ago.

I'm amazed that you beat Yomi so badly that you were able to grab Yakou on your way out. Must have sent him running for the hills.

That's more or less the question of the hour, isn't it? What possible reason would Fink have to kill Yakou?

Upgrade that "might" to a "certainly" because Yuma looks like he throws a punch with all the force of a limp noodle. There's no way he outfights a legendary assassin.

Vivia? Maybe. Halara? Without question. Fubuki? Time manipulation could make all the difference. But Yuma? Fuck no.

[avictimofthejazz]

//Happy 2023!! I look forward to ALL the writing shenanigans' the new year should bring us XD

[yanderes-galore]

Can I get a yandere raymond vester x fem darling scenario where he finds out that darling is leaving the FBC due to severe mental health issues please and he gets upset

Ooo, I haven't played Revelations 1 in forever. I'll see what I got, hopefully it is not too OOC.

One Last Talk

Yandere Raymond Vester Scenario

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Thoughts of kidnapping, Fear of abandonment, Obsession, PTSD.

The reasons for you leaving FBC should not be of anyone's concern. At least that's what you wanted to think. Your reasoning is more private.

The stress of your job was too much. FBC was way too high maintenance. Plus, the organization was not what it seemed. Leaving felt like the best decision.

Not to a certain spy, however.

Raymond Vester was an operative who grew attached to you while you worked for the FBC. You had helped him with Parker during the Terragrigia Panic and had tended to his wounds. Ever since, the ginger headed spy had grown fond of you.

He had an acute awareness of your mental health. Ever since the bioterrorism attack on the floating city he saw how sheltered you became. The attack echoed in your head over and over.

After that, he had a feeling you never wanted to work in this field. While it may be the best for you mentally... Raymond had trouble letting you go.

"Are you doing better today?"

He asks from a doorway, you turning to greet him. You give a deep sigh while shaking your head. Raymond frowns at your obvious display of no.

"No, Raymond... I don't think I'll get any better if I continue working for the FBC."

"Are you going to swap to the BSAA?" Raymond asks. The FBC may not be the best for you, but he knows the BSAA is a better offer for you. Especially since at this time he was a spy for them.

"I was thinking... I just leave this all entirely. Bioterrorism... I can't deal with it anymore."

"You're just going to void your contract?"

"What else am I supposed to do?"

"You're quitting because of your mental health... aren't you?"

He crosses his arms over his blue vest, eyes looking at you intensely. You stare at him in disbelief. How'd he-?

"What makes you say that?"

"I know you."

Raymond stops leaning on the wall and walks closer to you. He stands near you and observes your concerned face. As a spy, he could read you like a book.

"I understand the trauma of Terragrigia is still heavy in your mind. It's been a year and I feel the same. It's just not affecting me as it does you."

He holds your hands in his gloved ones. The contact seems a bit intimate... but you don't pull away. You have no idea he's not FBC anymore and trust him as a dear friend. A trust he is grateful to have....

"Talk to me, don't suffer alone. It may benefit both of us. You may not even have to leave."

"Why do you want me to stay?"

"We're partners. We were assigned to one another. I'd feel lost without my partner, would I not?"

Admittedly, he had Jessica help him get you as a partner instead of Parker. He wanted to be close to you and now such a decision made you friends. Perhaps something more if he pushed for it.

"You could always pair with Jessica, Parker, or even Rachel again-"

"They aren't you... we've been through so much. Shouldn't we stick together?"

"Raymond... I care for you."

His heart tightens when you move your hands to his shoulders. Your expression is sad, however. You were always stubborn....

"Yet I still must go. I won't be of any help here."

"Stay for a little while longer.... It's my final request."

"You know I can't..."

"I know you can."

Raymond's blunt with his reply, eyes holding a stubborn gaze to match your saddened one.

"You wouldn't leave me without one final goodbye, right?"

"You make this so hard...."

"How do you think I feel?"

You look away, departing from him to think to yourself. Raymond allows you your room, internally plotting how this can go. If you're leaving he needs more time- How can he keep you and him together....

"... If it'll keep you happy," You begin, catching Raymond's attention. "I'd like to spend more time with you before I leave."

Raymond feels himself smile. Both at the thought of you caring for him so much and at the fact this gives him time to plan. Perhaps he can make this work.

"I'm glad you're always thinking of me-" Raymond sighs, thinking of when you saved him. "You always think of both my emotional and physical health."

"I just hope you respect mine."

"Of course." He smiles, pulling you closer to him. "You're my partner... up until the end."

Raymond then pats your back before leaving the room.

"I'll make your send off the greatest."

"I look forward to it, Raymond!"

Raymond then leaves the room, thinking to himself.

You'll stay around longer now...

It's just time to devise a way to keep you.

[calliopechild]

none of the emojis from the wip ask game fit exactly with what i want to ask, which is that if you have even the tiniest crumb of anything to say about the more things change i will feast until the end of my days >.>

Apologies for how long it took to answer this, but the levels of Catholic guilt this ask triggered (I say as someone who is not remotely Catholic) were so substantial that I dug out my old jump drive with all the TMTC files on it so that I could find a snippet for you.

The Telltale Heart moment aside, it is...bewildering in a lovely way that people still remember TMTC. Even though it's been *checks ff.net* oh Lord, almost 11 years since I touched it? I genuinely can't tell you how flattering that is, because this fic is still very dear to me, which I know is probably counterintuitive given all the dust and cobwebs that have gathered on it.

The radio silence is a combination of life stuff and the fact that I had the story plotted out when I started, and even had a decent portion of the ending written--and the fic as it exists now at chapter 24 went off the rails from that plan at least two chapters back, lol. A lot of what ended up happening in the fic means that what I had planned couldn't happen now, either because it'd be OOC or the circumstances just aren't possible. A lot of the relationships have changed too, and it kind of got to the point where I got so annoyed with having to basically scrap the whole final slice of the fic and start over that I put it on hold for a bit...and then here we are. ^_^;;

I don't want to get anyone's hopes up and promise that it'll be finished soon, but I also don't want to leave it unfinished forever. I can say that I'm pleasantly surprised to find that I have a lot more written of the new ending than I thought I did, so finishing it might not be impossible.

In the meantime, though, as thanks for still remembering my abandoned child fic, have a blurb of Naomi trying to restrain herself from beating Leo to death in the hospital for being a stubborn idiot:

“Why did you jump between us, then? When tou-chan drew that sword?”

“I told you, it was instinct.”

“And you knew you could protect me.”

Leo nodded again, and I fought down a grin; he’d set me up just like I’d wanted him to. “Well, then maybe you can understand why I’m confused. I’m having a little trouble reconciling the fact that you knew you could protect me with your idea that leaving is supposedly the best way you can keep us safe.”

“Just because I can protect you doesn't mean I want to make it necessary; if I stay away, the trouble does too.”

It was not appropriate to throttle a hospital patient, I reminded myself, but I was going to win this argument one way or another. “People get hurt; that’s life. If your benchmark for successfully protecting someone is that they never get hurt, you're always going to fall short because no one can guarantee that. I know it’s what we’d all prefer, but we can’t keep the people we love from ever getting hurt. Things are always going to happen that we can’t prevent. You’re setting a standard for yourself that no one could reach, Leo, and I don’t know why you’d want to do that to yourself. I'm fine, my father's fine, and if we're ever not fine, it won't be because of something you did or didn't do. I don't want to be kicked out of your life just because you've suddenly decided you're too dangerous to be around.”

Leo closed his eyes for a second, then looked up at me, mouth hard. “Maybe I don’t want another person to protect.”

For a few seconds I just sat there, listening to the squeak of shoes in the hallway and someone's voice buzzing on the overhead speaker, waiting for—something. For Leo to say he didn't mean it, for my stomach to stop dropping, for it to somehow make sense how Leo had gone from telling me we'd been a safe place to saying we were a burden he didn't want.

He didn't say anything. He just sat there, eyes on mine and not giving an inch.

I'd have believed he really meant it if it wasn't for the way his hands were fisted in his blanket, the knuckles standing out sharp and white. Something April had said in our conversation the other day floated into my mind.

“I'm…look, I don't want to sound insulting by saying this, but I'm glad you care enough to ignore Leo when he told you he was too dangerous to be around. I don't know how much he's told you, but he did the same thing to me once, except it was in the middle of us running after being attacked. It was in my home, and my friends who were being attacked, and Leo still told me it was their fight, not mine. That's just Leo—he accepts danger to himself but doesn't realize that in his efforts to protect others, he's being insulting by implying no one else might accept that danger too. But he never tried that with me again, so he really can learn; just hang in there.”

From the sound of things, Leo had just tried to get her to leave, rather than making it sound like he wanted her out of his life. I knew this was probably some idiotic belief that it'd keep me safe, as if doing so would somehow make Karai forget about me and tou-chan. And maybe it should have warned me about how serious Leo thought the danger was. Maybe it should have made me listen, especially since I had evidence of how willingly Karai would resort to violence right in front of me.

What it actually did was piss me off.

If that was how he wanted it, fine. I shoved my chair back as I stood up, reaching for my purse and my temper. “Good.”

Leo's eyelids flickered. “Good?”

“Yes, good.” I leaned into his space, bracing my hand on the bed beside his shoulder, because if he was going to hear me about anything, it was going to be this. “You know why? Because I don’t remember ever asking you to protect me. That's not what I'm here for. The sentiment—that you don’t want to see me get hurt—that’s nice, really, but the way you go about it…” I shook my head, ignoring the fact that when I was this close, I could see flecks of blue in his eyes; this was not the time, dammit. “I'm going assume it's the drugs making you forget that you don't get to decide for me what risks I'll take. And since you apparently haven't figured it out yet, you're about a week too late to try and cut us off, because Karai already knows about us. You leaving isn't going to magically make her forget where she found us.”

I bit my tongue before I went any further. There was a line between making my point and trying to hurt Leo back, and implying that we were in danger from the minute Karai realized we might be important to Leo was charging right over that line. “You can’t fight life, Leo. You can’t stop every bad thing from happening to the people around you. I guess the real question is whether or not you can accept that, or if you'd rather not let anyone in ever because they might get hurt.”

I walked out, trying to ignore the way the nurse at the desk dropped her eyes to her computer and pretended to look busy. That was fine. I didn't want anyone looking at me right now anyway.

"Maybe I don’t want another person to protect."

In Leo's head, that was probably some sort of sign that he really did care, to the point that he was willing to burn all his bridges and make me mad enough to write him off for good so long as it kept us out of the line of fire.

But maybe part of him had meant it. I could tell Leo had meant it when he'd admitted how important the dojo was, how important it was to him to have somewhere where he didn't have any obligations. Maybe he'd wanted it to stay that way, for us to not turn into more people he had to keep safe, for us to just keep being a slice of normal for him to visit once in a while. He'd said it before, when he told us about Karai, that he couldn't be responsible for anyone else.

Except of all the things I'd learned about Leo, it was that protecting was what he did when he cared. So what did it say that he didn't want to add us to the list?

[works-of-magic]

WARNING: THIS FACILITY BREEDS MISDREAVUS

If you have an anxiety disorder, heart condition, or otherwise do not wish to be startled during your stay, please let me know and we will give you a special lanyard to wear. This indicates to our resident ghosts not to scare you, so don’t take it off!

The Mismagius, on the other hand, don’t like being told what to do.

Just kidding, wear that and they’ll leave you alone too.

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Hello! If you're having trouble finding Something Spooky, we're quite a ways off the path in Eterna Forest. Please reach out for directions; it's hard to find us by design, but we don't want any visitors getting lost!

My name is Jess, I host the resident ghosts around here at Something Spooky Breeding and Developement Center! Xe/xir, 25+, Sinnoh native. Breeder by profession, and a hobbyist coordinator in yesteryear, though I've been a battler too. (How else would I be able to raise Misdreavus for both purposes?)

We also sell accessories handcrafted by me and the Mimikyu, poffins, dusk stones, spell+cleanse tags, and various tea and powder blends inspired by the ghost magic practiced by me and three of my Mismagius. We do take custom spell commissions! (Just please don't ask us for a blessing. Legendaries were never my thing. I also won't do love spells.)

We do keep visitor hours and take volunteers with some light vetting! If you'd like a transcript for one of my seminars, I only ask that you specify which one.

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{{ Heya! Mun Zira here. This blog dabbles a little in pokemonIRL, traditional prose RP, and general tribute fun.

Magic Anons: Open!

Pelipper Mail: Open!

Pelipper Malice: Open!

I'm an adult. Mun and muse are both nonbinary. (If you click any of the links for A Work of Magic, that tells the story when Jess was 14 and will probably stop at about age 18, so it's before xe knew xe's nonbinary.) We both prefer xe/xir, but they/them is fine too! Other options include xe/xem, ey/em, or basically anything besides it/its.

Jess's past is being reworked somewhat, but if you'd like to know more about xir, you can read the bio (though it was also written before the decision to let Jess be nonbinary):

I rp with the "Yes, and" rule of improv! Headcanons may clash, and I will always keep mine for my characters, but I'll roll with almost anything, and I'm not afraid to employ multiversal shenaigans. If your blog seems fun to RP with, I'm okay rping with you! Talking Pokemon, legendaries with blogs, crossovers, magic, scifi tech, and whatever other oddball quirks exist in fiction are totally legal here. Jess's Mismagius can canoically speak English. This Is for Fun!

Canon for this blog is a custom blend of games, anime, movies, and whatever bits from the manga or tcg I like and decide to keep. There's also a hefty dose of headcanon here.

And that's about it. Lastly, if you need ANYTHING tagged, please let me know! And if I forget, please don't be afraid to remind me. I have an awful memory sometimes, but I promise, I will try.

If you're on mobile and can't see the custom links, they are:

About+Rules: https://works-of-magic.tumblr.com/about

My Partners and Friends: https://works-of-magic.tumblr.com/partners

Our Adventures: https://works-of-magic.tumblr.com/adventures

Tags (under construction): https://works-of-magic.tumblr.com/tags

Main headcanons tags:

studies (Pokemon biology/etc.), headcanons list (usually worldbuilding), about us (about Jess and xir team)

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Image credits:

Trainer card created on: https://tcm.pokecharms.com/modern

Trainer card picture: https://www.dolldivine.com/mega-anime-avatar-creator (With light editing to get Jess's bangs their signature black.)

[soraavalon]

Nicholas: We don't really have the space to host your friends for dinner likely, but there's an inn in town. If you'd like to introduce us or if you'd like to wait till we get back to the city. Marigold (OOC): [in chat] *replying to Crow's message* yes Tark (OOC): [in chat] we got kicked out Hunt (OOC): [in chat] we're not allowed there anymore. XD DM: They don't know. They don't know you got kicked out. *laughs* Marigold (OOC): [in chat] we got kicked out??? Nathaniel: Tensions might be high considering what they know about you. Nicholas: Hmm Marigold (OOC): [in chat] i thought they did  rude Nicholas: Understandable. Hunt (OOC): [in chat] bartender wanted us out after the farmers got kicked out Nicholas: I can't imagine I have a flattering image painted in their minds. Nathaniel: No, I'm afraid not. Marigold (OOC): [in chat] :< Tark (OOC): [in chat] we were told to finish and as soon as our friends were back we were to leave and not come back Nicholas: Well, you're welcome to stay here if you'd like for the evening if you do stay overnight. Tark (OOC): [in chat] Should Tark do sending for Eudora and let her know XD Nathaniel: Thank you, but not tonight. DM: I'll say Amelia at this point led Eudora back into the kitchen. Amelia: Are you two heading out then? Nathaniel: Yes. Hunt (OOC): [in chat] Might be a good idea to let her know if she was expecting to stay the night at the inn. Amelia: Can we walk you back? Nathaniel: If you would like to. Kilmister may be there though if you don't want to see him. Amelia: We don't have to tell him what happened. DM: She looks to Nicholas who gives a nod like 'Yeah, I filled him in.' Eudora: That gets Eudora's attention. Amelia: I can be amiable. I'd like to meet all your friends. Tark (OOC): *laughs* Oh god. Hunt (OOC): Oh god. Tark (OOC): No you don't. Nathaniel: They can be a lot. Amelia: Well... Tark (OOC): They get there and we're all sitting on the ground out front debating whether or not we should go run to mom and dad and tell them what happened. Nathaniel (OOC): Just a full-blown four way argument happening. DM: *laughs* 'Well if you hadn't...' Tark (OOC): 'You turned him into a worm!' 'He was askin' for it!' Nathaniel (OOC): *laughing* DM: 'He was racist!' Hunt (OOC): And Hunt is assuring Tark like, "It's fine, you didn't need to go off.' Tark (OOC): 'It wasn't fine! He was being racist!' Hunt (OOC): 'I know he was being racist! But it was unnecessary to cause trouble!' Tark (OOC): 'It wasn't trouble! [something] turn him into a worm!' DM: Marigold and Moriarty are holding them back. Moriarty (OOC): 'How are they going to learn if they---' Nathaniel (OOC): *laughing* I wasn't being serious. DM: She laughs. Amelia: Nathaniel, I have been living in this very small town for the last year. I very much miss a bit of hustle and bustle, I would be very happy to meet your friends, no matter how much they are. Tark (OOC): Well she's in for it now. -laughter-