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xxatinyminionxx · 11 months

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ZB1 Reaction - You Say Their Name

Genre: Reaction, fluff, a pinch or two of crack

Background: You have been around him for some time but never really used his name to speak to him until now.

Warning: Yujin + Jiwoong’s are a little longer sorry I took a break while writing this 😭

A/N: Happy ZB1 debut day!!! At this point I haven’t seen the comeback yet. This reaction is a call back to Say My Name era on Boys Planet in a unique way! 🫶

Zhang Hao

He saw you as the more distant person among his acquaintances and didn’t bother you as much because of it. He respects your space and if you’re not comfortable enough to talk to him, he’d rather not push you.

One day you found a really funny meme and decide to show him. “Zhang Hao, look at this!”

“Hm?” He’ll ask with raised eyebrows, his heart moved by your attention to him after all this time.

You hold your phone out to him, meeting him by his side to watch his reaction. You get the cutest giggle out of him.

“Oh, then I have something to show you too.” He adds before searching for a funny post he recently liked that he thought catered to your humor.

You two bond over your sense of humor and exchange phone numbers before his schedule whisks him away.

Sung Hanbin

You took one of his classes when you were on the lookout for a new hobby. You had such a good time even though tutting isn’t easy.

Swamped with work again, it takes you awhile to sign up for another one of his classes. In the midst of your busy schedule, you think you see him in a store you frequently go to.

“Sung Hanbin?” You ask carefully hoping you’re right and didn’t make a fool out of yourself.

He turns his attention away from a display and smiles politely. “Yes?”

That’s when it clicks. He probably has no idea who you are. A lot of students attended the tutting class.

“Ah, I’m Y/N. I took your tutting class at your studio. I guess I wanted to come say hi and thank you for leading such an engaging class. Dancing is my new hobby.” You ramble on but manage to say everything you meant to say.

He smiles and nods through your immense gratitude for him, his eyebrows furrowing at particular parts that he thinks praise him too highly. Our humble king. “Ah, you’re lovely. I remember watching you try to perfect every hand movement in the mirror. I’m glad I could provide you with a new hobby! Will I be seeing you in class again?”

“Of course!”

Seok Matthew

Matthew was the saint that was always there when you were having a hard time. He held the elevator for you who was sprinting to make it inside, offered you a ride home when it was pouring outside, listened to your advice and opinions on things when others weren’t, and called you his friend when you least expected that title.

The difference this time was that you were going to take him by surprise for a change. That’s what his kind gestures have led up to. While you were used to saying “thank you”, you never really addressed him by his name. It was nameless appreciation.

But when he takes some of the items you were clearly having a hard time juggling to hold in your arms…

“Thank you, Matthew.” Is what you say.

As if his dream came true, his face brightens up and he gifts you with one of his shy smiles.

“Haha no problem Y/N.” He responds lightly trying to keep calm though he’s screaming on the inside.

Ricky

An extremely handsome guy enters your cafe during work hours and he takes you ABACK with his aura. You’re suddenly so glad someone traded shifts with you. Your somehow unphased co-worker takes this man’s order before handing it off to you to make.

You feel his gaze on you for a moment—until it drops to his phone to check something on it. With his head down, you can hardly take your eyes off him as you prepare his order. Unfortunately you may never see him again, which is why you call his name with the utmost enthusiasm.

“Ricky?!”

He peers up at you and greets you with a cute smile before grabbing his order. “Thank you~”

Your eyes remain locked on each other a couple seconds too long for just a meaningless encounter.

“Y/N.” You point to your name tag assuming he wanted to know your name.

He hums and nods. “Y/N, thank you. Have a good day.”

Little did you know he would become a regular just for you <3

Park Gunwook

You had been window shopping today and came across a busking event as you walked around the city. Music along with someone’s talented rapping voice echoes down the street.

You approach the crowd to get a closer look. That’s when you catch a glimpse of a guy you frequently sat next to in school one year. You talked sometimes, but you weren’t really on a first name basis.

You decide to cheer along with the crowd, remembering his name as it used to appear on his school uniform. “Park Gunwook!”

The sudden unique cheer throws him off and he looks over in your general direction. You can tell he’s flustered in the face when he spots you but he keeps going until the end of his verse.

Once his performances are over, he rushes to come see you before you decide to leave. “Y/N!!”

You smile at each other and applaud him again for his charismatic performance. “By the way, did I scream a little too loud?”

He shakes his head all giggly, flashing you his big smile. “I remembered your voice, plus I don’t go by Park Gunwook when I rap.”

“Then what do you go by?”

“TopGunz.”

You can tell he’s not joking.

Kim Taerae

You went to a gathering that people you knew were going to be at. You really were not enthusiastic about going, but you were curious and felt guilty since you had a track record of skipping events like this.

To your surprise, you have a good time up until the host initiates a game of truth or dare.

Sitting in a circle that looks more like an oval, you’re eventually the next person to ask.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

You scan the room but it’s no use. No one gives away what they’re thinking through their facial expressions. This was a 50/50 question.

“Um…dare.” You choose.

“I dare you to hold hands with someone for the rest of the night. Who will it be?” The host instigates with the help of an online list of dares.

“Kim Taerae.” You say in almost the same second that the question into the air to be ‘oooh’ed at.

The called-out young man perks up not expecting you to call his name one bit. “Me?” He can’t stop smiling as he gets up to be beside you.

When your fingers lace together, you notice his hand is warm, some callouses adding to the nature of his hand.

“You’re allowed to switch hands, but you can never let go of each other.”

You two would never let each other go. A lifelong dare meant to stand the test of time.

Kim Gyuvin

You were sitting on the bench at a bus stop when a familiar acquaintance sat on the other end of it. You end up locking eyes and you laugh in unison.

“Hello.”

“Hello~”

Minutes go by and without delay, the bus arrives. You two get up to board it and end up sitting in rows across from each other.

The ride is quiet besides the couples of people to the front of you and behind you having their own conversations.

The bus stops at some photoshoot place and the tall male gets up to leave the bus, accidentally leaving his jacket behind on the seat beside where he was.

“Gyuvin!”

He turns around in shock at the sound of your voice.

“You forgot your jacket.” You get up, scooping up his leather jacket and handing it over to him.

He gives you a sheepish grin and bows politely. “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll um see you again sometime?”

Kim Jiwoong

As a staff on the set of a drama, not only do you get to service the actors, but you also get to peek in at the production occasionally.

The scene being filmed today requires several touch-ups to the actors’ makeup, so you have a closer look at the acting on set.

You make sure to run up to Jiwoong, your assigned actor, to reapply makeup as requested by the director between takes.

He is nice and friendly to everyone apart of the project while his character unironically contrasts so much in front of the camera. His character is cold, confident, and assertive.

Still not completely out of the emotions of the character, he has a somewhat tense look on his face.

“Relax your face for me, Jiwoong. You’re doing great.” You sneak in a compliment being thoroughly amazed by his dedication to the drama.

He gifts you with a small smile before relaxing. “Thank you Y/N, I have to work hard because you work hard too.” He responds in a similar tone as his on-camera character, which makes you hot and flustered inside.

“Still in-character?”

“A little~” He whispers cooly and it takes everything in you not to bolt out of the set area.

“Wow, you’re crazy Mr. Jiwoong...” You tease as you finish up his makeup and take a step back.

He winks at you before taking his place and resuming filming again.

Han Yujin

There is an internet cafe that you frequent since it’s merely a 5-10 minute walk from your house. You’re embarrassed to admit it but almost everyday, you come over to the pc room to play an online game that’s had you hooked.

The game is popular enough that you can easily play with others local to you. While you may have thought that was cool at surface level, you never really gave it a second thought.

You grow fond of a few players and “friend” them on your gaming account. You all start coordinating times to play as a result.

One day, you sit down to meet your online friends in-game using a mic and headset as usual. When you are successful at a specific mission that had you and your friends stumped, you can hear loud cheering from next to you.

There is a small delay between what you hear in your headphones and what you’re hearing beside you. You could’ve sworn you heard your gamer tag being uttered from both, saying the same thing.

“Ohhh! Amazing! Wow, you totally carried us, (your gamer tag)!” Seems to echo in-game and in real life.

The outburst, or outbursts, take you off guard and you push your left headphone off your ear wondering if you were just hearing things.

“Guys guys, let’s go heal up! I took a lot of damage.” The guy beside you says grinning ear to ear, eyes glued to a screen running the same game as yours.

“Wait…Yujin?!?!” You say overwhelmed with shock and kind of excitement. You poke his shoulder repeatedly and of course you scare the life out of him—he’s screaming bloody murder over voice chat.

He soon recovers and it’s clear that you’re the only one who has put two and two together given his bewildered expression.

“I’m (your gamer tag)!” You clear up quickly before he thinks a crazy person suddenly spawned in real life.

His eyes go wide as he recognizes who you are from your computer screen. He then leans far back in his chair letting out a heavy sigh. “Wahhh! It’s really you?!”

You laugh along with the rest of your friends—who are absolutely dying of laughter listening in online—and nod at Yujin.

“Sorry for startling you, you startled me! Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a meal.” You say to Yujin while the others “ooooh” over voice chat.

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livwritesfics · 1 year

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𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 - livwritesfics - One Piece (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

𝟏𝟎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐔 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 - 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Wattpad

They were finally together. They had missed each other so much. Law didn't even care that they were making out in front of their crews. The both of them didn't care that they were crying. They just kissed and held each other, making up for all the nights they had to sleep alone.

Luffy and Law stuck to each other's side all day and all night. They spent the whole day together. Law showed Luffy all the items he had bought for him on the islands he visted.

Luffy shared the food he was eating with him. Luffy took all of Law's hoodies, stuffing them away into his room. The crews would find it possessive but to the lovebirds, they thought it was adorable. Especially Law.

Right now, both crews, the Heart Pirates and the Strawhats, were sitting around a campfire somewhat partying. They were relaxing, unwinding. Law had Luffy in his lap and were making smores. It was like the two of them weren't aware of their crew's glances. They continued on their way.

"Hey, Lu, got something on you, c'mere." Law licked away a piece of a marshmallow from his partner's cheek earning himself a few giggles from him. The crews snickered at the sight of them.

"Boo!"

"Get a room you two!"

When Luffy heard this he grabbed Law's face and kissed him... hard. Law was taken aback by this but kissed him back just as hard.

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It was getting later, and everything was dying down. Things were still loud between the two crews, but not as loud as before. Luffy was trying not to fall asleep on Law. The taller boyfriend asked him if he was ready to go to bed but in response, he got...

"But," he yawned rubbing his eyes. "I-I'm not tired yet!" He was slurring his words from tiredness. He dropped his head onto Law again.

"Yes, you are. Come on Lu, we're going to bed." Law concluded while standing up. He bent down and picked up his lover from the ground.

Luffy didn't even argue back when he was picked up bridal style; He was too tired to. Instead, he slumped comfortably into his partner's shoulder and drifted off.

"Goodnight everyone." Law announced to everyone while walking back to the Polar Tang. He figured they could sleep in his room for a change. He took Luffy to his quarters and closed the door. Softly and gently taking off Luffy's jean shorts and just leaving him in his t-shirt and boxers, he tucked him into bed. Getting undressed himself, he crawled underneath the blankets, next to his love.

Luffy felt his boyfriend get into bed and snuggled up next to him. "Mmmm, goodnight Torao. Love you." he said drowsily, putting his head onto his lover's chest.

"Sweet dreams my love." he kissed the crown of Luffy's head to let him know that he was loved.

He missed nights like these. Where he was cuddled up next to him like this. How much he longed for this again.

When he becomes the king of the pirates there will be no more longing for us. We'll be together forever.

@lawluevents

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fantasy-au-askblog · 1 year

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Isaac Beamer and the Realm of Fantasy

IBVS by onebizarrekai

Chapter 4 - Flight

Only one day remained until the two debts needed to be paid off to the Madame. So far the money had been coming in relatively steady, the added bonus of no longer needing to buy food meant that for first time since the Jovel Twins had moved to the money-motivated town…they had made some form of profit. Drew was of course ecstatic at this. Finally! The two would have a chance to leave this awful place! Unaware of how little this month of profit actually meant.

…Nevin was aware.

While yes, it was nice to see their quaint little potion business finally ‘take off’. But the added profit was due to the fact they’ve just been spending less thanks to the fact they had a thief and a baker who depended on them to pay their own debt. Adding unwanted pressure on the amount of gold they needed. As well as having to use product on a certain individual, The Prince, the boy with enough gold to pay off their debts and still have mountains off it left over. Unfortunately…Nevin wasn’t allowed to inquire about any sort of pay for his and Drew’s service. Heck! He could hardly get close enough to quiz the future King on a one to one basis. Barry was always by his side making excuses on his behalf.

‘My apologies Nevin, but his highness has no gold to spare’

Bullshit.

When he would bring up the possibility of Edward paying him once he got his ‘gold back’ he was always interrupted.

By Barry who would simply bring Edward away to continue the simple jobs he had given the two, by Drew who would tell Edward not to worry about it while shooting him a look and finally by Isaac, who he was unsure whether he meant it in a jokey way when he snickered about getting him and Chris some extra gold due to their work. Honestly…Nevin had had enough of it.

The debt was still quite large.

She was still a large threat to his life…and everything he cherished.

So…as some form of petty revenge for the lack of funds… Nevin found a way to make every ‘no’, a new chore. Couldn’t hurt the noble blood to understand what those at the bottom had to do every day.

Making them clean the house from top to bottom, travel miles to collect items for those within the town (similar to what Nevin would normally do for the blacksmith), selling the potions as usually and so on and so forth.

This alone allowed him to put more time into his potion making. More potions, more profit afterall.

Though he did find it strange how often Drew stepped in to try and convince him to ease off. Every morning without fail there’d be a tug at his sleeve and the usual plea’s to go easy. And as usual Nevin ignore him. He didn’t know the extent of the trouble they were truly in….

Today was no exception.

Per the usual morning routine, everyone (aside from Drew and Nevin) was lined up against the wall that the stairs rested against. Isaac and Chris casually stood there. They knew what they were going to be tasked today. Paying little mind to what Nevin said, wasn’t going to be too strenuous anyway the two had been doing these tasks for years.

But Edward was especially struggling now. With this short angry teen he hardly had any chance of rest since he had woken up! Now he wished he had listened to Barry instead of that weird sensation he had gotten from everyone present. Perhaps he would have actually rested!

His muscles felt weak and overused. All he wanted now was one day off!

However, as soon as he heard Nevin’s long list of demands, he knew it would take a miracle for his wants to come true.

“Now you’re all dismissed.” Nevin spoke rather callously, turning on his heel to reach the door under the stairs. He needed to get back to potion making as soon as possible.

“Wait Nevin-“ There was the quiet voice of morality who protested once more. “Can we please give them a little less work today?”

Shifting ever so slightly. “No we can’t. Maybe his royal highness can kick up his feet once I have enough money to comfortable live off.” He paused before finishing with “forever.”

Drew’s face stiffened at the unnecessary comment. “You know that’s not possible currently.” He folded his arms stubbornly.

“Then he shall not kick his feet up under this roof.” The other twin snapped as he opened the door.

“Nevin we can’t just keep overworking them like this! It’s wrong!” Drew further exclaimed pushing at the door in an attempt to shut it. “This is the most money we’ve ever had before! There’s no need for such pressure!”

Eerily Nevin turned to look at Drew. A silent stubborn gleam in his eye. “Yeah.” His face displayed no sign of agreement. “Yeah, we’re totally fine.” Now his voice was laced in sarcasm.

Which resulted in Drew feeling as though he had spoken out of line. “We are aren’t we?” He sounded doubtful now…even though he was sure that this was the most prosperous time the twins had ever had!

“We would be under normal circumstances, yeah.” He swift turned to look at Drew in the eye. The teal reflecting in his eye, bouncing off every glassy surface and landing onto his twin. Burning into him… “But you always forget that they have wasted product and added onto the amount we owe.” Swapping targets over to everyone in the room.

Edward feeling particular targeted, as Nevin’s glare was hyper-focused on him. In all honesty he couldn’t understand why. All he had done was woken up after an accident that left him stranded. No clue where he was, or knowing whether or not all his family and friends were alright? Only just starting to piece previous events together… what had he done wrong? ‘Wasted Product’ and accepted refuge until he got better?

“So?” Drew tensed up. His voice raising in pitch as he tried to stand his ground. “We’re not going to leave people bloodied and bruised for the sake of saving our skins!”

“I would.” A cold response…which he should have expected. “Anything to keep us safe I will do.” No matter how cruel the task was Nevin was prepared to do anything.

In response Drew only clenched his hands. “And anything to help others I will do.”

An irritated sigh soon erupted from the taller twin. “What’s up with you and always helping people?! Can’t you care about us for once?!” Nevin threw his hands up in the air. “Christ, as if any of them would do anything for you or I.” A bold statement.

“…You know I would.” Chris weakly raised his hand. “…Since it is nice of you two…to help me and Isaac...”

“See Nev!” Drew’s argument continued to have a strong footing. “It doesn’t hurt to be considerate!”

“That’s one of four!” Nevin argued back. “Drew the only reason I even agreed was because they told me he was a baker! If it had just been the thief I wouldn’t have even entertained the idea, let alone agreed!”

“Why not! You’re always judging people and for what reason!”

“BECAUSE I’M USUALLY RIGHT.” Nevin slammed his hand down onto a nearby shelf, causing a few of the items to fall down onto the ground.

Chris even yelped in surprise when a shiny vase shattered next to him.

Nevin’s breathes became erratic and deep, glancing worried between everyone…but especially at Drew. “…Drew I’m-“ Reaching forward he saw that Drew flinched quickly in an attempt to get away.

“…All I asked was for you to go easy…” Tears soon hit the floor while Drew crouched down and began picking up the fallen items. “…Was it so difficult for you to just say ‘yes, that’s fine’.” He looked up at Nevin.

“…” Nevin just quickly picked up what had fallen, sloppily placing it back on the shelf. “Mind cleaning that up?” He looked over at Chris and stared directly at the vase that had shattered near him. “I need to get back to work myself.”

Chris hesitantly nodded his head. “Uh…sure…I don’t mind.” He crouches down and began picking up the larger pieces first. “Where should I put it?”

“On the side… I’ll dispose it later.” Nevin opened the door to the basement. “Everyone meet back as soon as the sunsets.” He slammed the door behind him.

It fell silent once more. The smell of burning cloth started filtering into the room. Clearly the goggle wearing twin was upset by his twin’s lack of empathy. Why was his word final anyway? Why couldn’t Drew put in his own opinion forward in this supposedly ‘equal business’?!

“I appreciate the offer of assistance Drew.” Barry broke the silence with a hint of gratitude in his voice. “But I assure you me and his highness will be fine.”

His highnesses face painted a different picture. His jaw dropping and his eyes widening. “Will be fine?” He repeated. “Yeah I’ll be fine once my backs broken-“ He added on, stretching his back out… wincing at the sound of a click. “How have you been doing it for this long anyway?” Ed glanced at Barry.

A small shrug. “Hope I suppose.” He responded picking up a sack of pre-made potions, reaching for the other when he spotted Chris’ hand taking it.

“…Um…if it’s not a bother…I can help.” Chris said anxiety bubbling in his chest, nervous about what the Prince and his Lord would think about him.

Barry was just about to speak up when. “You can?! Oh thank goodness, that would be greatly appreciated-“ His Prince got in just before him.

“Oh it’s not a problem.” He had finished baking enough bread for the next few days. If he had made anymore they’d go rock solid before anyone had a chance to eat them! “So Isaac.”

The thief casually glanced over. “Yes baker boy?”

A pause. “…You can have the day off today too, despite what Nevin says, I don’t need any more baking supplies currently.” Chris brushed off the comment.

“Good, I was thinking the baker that I usually go to is starting to get suspicious of me. But hey give it a few days and I may be wrong.” Isaac picked up his bag planning on going to the town to see what he could ‘borrow’.

“Lucky.” He heard the Prince mutter.

“I know.” Isaac smirked. “Hence why I haven’t been caught.”

He bowed slightly, opening the door and welcoming in the morning air. He took a deep breath shutting his eyes and embrace the peaceful morning. Skimming the area for his next area of exploration as he then ran off to the town like a magpie in search of its next find.

Drew couldn’t help but snicker ever so slightly. “Never been caught, yet, has debt for stealing.” Repeating the motion of picking up one’s own bag. “Oh, Edward?” He opened up the hatch and handed him a potion of healing. “Please take this with you.”

“To sell?” Edward guessed.

Drew shook his head. “In case your back breaks.” He gave a little wink, soon speeding out the door to catch up with the thief.

Isaac was already enjoying his ‘day-off’, no need to steal for rent, he can spend a whole day mooching around and stealing so many precious items to eventually pawn off when he and Chris eventually left this poor excuse of a town. He whistled as he quickly walked around…eyeing the people around. From his few days here he had wondered how everyone here was dressed ever so glamorously. Especially considering the odd systems of debt….how could anyone get rich from that?

Well. He certainly could. Steal a few bracelets, necklaces and rings from the wealthy ladies and try to casually pocket a small string bag attached to the hips of wealthy men (which jingled and jangled with the familiar sound of gold). Imagine how rich he could get from that?

Though his full-proof plan was no longer full-proof, as he didn’t count for the possibility that he would be soon interrupted.

“Hey! Isaac!”

However, he did attempt to ignore who was calling him.

“Hey!”

But, he couldn’t ignore the person when they had placed their hands on his arm. Glancing over his shoulder tiredly.

“What do you want Drew?” He asked looking at the smaller figure, while immediately looking back at possible targets. “I’m a little busy.” He adds spotting that one of the figures he wanted to snatch from had turned a corner.

“But Chris isn’t asking you too… steal?” Drew spoke the last word in a whisper. “…But you owe me, remember when I gave you that gold in exchanging for some drawings?” Upon reminding the young thief of what he owed, he heard the most irritated exaggerated groan in all of his life.

“Ugh, Fine.” Isaac quickly pulled out his sketchbook. “What did you want again?” Scooping out his trusty pencil he spun it professionally in his left hand.

“Wings!” Drew exclaimed excitedly. “Big enough for me to fly.” He then received an extremely tired gaze, Isaac tapping his sketchbook agitated.

“Cause this will definitely fit it.” Isaac states bluntly making direct eye contact, widening his eyes to really highlight how irritated he was. “But I suppose I could try and take your measurements…if you go get me some measuring tape.” Would be a good chance to pick-pocket while the other was distracted.

Drew awkwardly looked around. “…I don’t think they’d allow me in.”

“So? Just walk in and ask.” Isaac continued keeping his sketchbook in one hand as he began pushing Drew towards the rather fancy looking store. “I’ll start getting some sketches down.” He said with a condescending smile pushing Drew inside until he heard the satisfactory ringing of the bell.

Quickly putting his sketchbook away he speedily made his way down to the market place that he had grown accustomed too from stealing so many baking ingredients. Spotting the same target from earlier, he relaxed his posture and dropped a small glass bottle of ink on the ground behind him.

Approaching the young lady (who thankfully, wasn’t Madame Felicia) he began conversation. A nice casual distraction as he chatted about general topics, trying to take the women’s mind of what he was doing. He kept one hand behind his back to effectively control the ink he had left behind. Forcing a fake laugh/cough once it got a grasp of a pair of beautiful earrings.

Once it was safely secured, it went straight into his pocket… where he wrapped up the conversation.

“Nice sketches.”

Isaac jumped like a frightened cat. “Oh, uh, hey-“

“Hi…” Drew squints slightly. “Well I got the measuring tape, the main guy in charge said we can have it for 5 minutes.” He pops it out from his bag. “So?”

Isaac took the tape and haphazardly measured across Drew’s waist, shoulders and arms. Jotting down the measurements as fast as possible, just to get rid of the annoyance. “There, you can return it now.”

Drew folded his arms as he received the tape. “I think you should do the same.” He instantly looked down at Isaac’s pockets. “It’s not good to steal jewerely.”

“And? Not good to waste time either, so chop-chop.” Isaac clapped his hands frantically.

“Okay, okay…” Drew pauses taking a deep breath. “Work on the sketches this time, please?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Isaac dismissed twirling the pencil in his hand as he reluctantly got his sketchbook out. Watching as Drew re-entered the shop once more. Probably better to do what the kid wanted anyway.

Better to not piss of the people who were currently offering to pay his debt off…

Although… he could probably pay them off quite easily now. It did pay to casually steal expensive items as he went around getting the ingredients Chris needed. He didn’t even have to do this. But because Chris was reluctant to leave (for whatever reason), he couldn’t just throw the expensive jewerely at the people who had enforced the debt and leave.

Soon glancing to his side he felt a weight press against his shoulder. “Oi. Personal space.” He said angrily, rolling his shoulder to knock Drew off of him. Who then sat down on the wall beside him a tweeting noise coming from his hands.

“I got a bird for you.” Drew mumbled as the small bird sat in his hands comfortably.

“Pray tell, but why would I need a bird?” Isaac inquired, looking at Drew’s hands alarmed that there was a bird there. “…And how did you catch that?” He was always under the assumption that bird’s never landed on the ground… that they always flew in the air, never wanting to be stuck in one area.

“Well I thought it’s wings could help you map out the drawing and get a rough idea of what material we’ll be using.” As he spoke, Drew gently put one of his hands under the bird’s wings, pulling them out to show Isaac what he had meant. “And two, this is the bird that I’ve known since me and Nev came here.”

Isaac nods his head, sitting on the wall beside Drew as he stared at the birds wing while drawing the general shape on his page. Adding the feathers and their shape just as briefly. “…I’m sure you can release the bird now. And I’m free to go now right? I’ve done your dam sketches.” He rips out the page and placed it in Drew’s pocket. A smirk on his face.

“I suppose if you want to.” Drew put the bird on his shoulder. “Guess you’ve also forgotten I asked you to help me scale them up to my size.” Jumping down from his perch on the wall. “Also aren’t you curious to see what they look like!” He adds with an excited gleam in his eye.

“Not as curious as I am to see where I’ll go after this place.” Isaac responded, tilting his head up to the sky.

A flurry of birds overhead emerged and re-emerged as they soared high above the clouds that splattered across the sky. Frantic wings flapped as the wind died down for a brief moment. Suddenly a ripple of wind tore itself through the sky, picking up speed as it reached the crowd of birds. Isaac could only watch in amazement as he saw the relaxed stature of the birds, gliding peacefully on the metaphorical waves off the wind.

Feeling Drew’s shoulder meet his. “…Same here…” Drew muttered out pulling the sketch from his pocket, which had his measurements dotted across the side. The wind threatened to rip it out of his hands. The paper flailing around in a desperation to join the guidance of the wind… “Hence why these wings are so important to me.”

“People still can’t fly.” Isaac spoke doubtful. “Or else we would all be up there wouldn’t we?” He nods his head up towards the sky, a slight crease of a smile on his face.

Huffing and puffing slightly. “I know, and hey I’m gonna prove you wrong.” Drew put his hands on his hips and puffed his chest out. “Today. I’m gonna fly high above the clouds…just you see.”

Dismissive hums escaped from Isaac’s mouth, taking a deep breath of that fresh clean air. “I’d love to see you try.” Either way the result of this ‘challenge’ would be majestic or he would get to say the only thing he constantly reiterated to the other that ‘People can’t fly’.

“So you are curious?”

“Let’s say you’ve peeked my curiosity then.”

Isaac was a little surprised to find himself subconsciously leaning towards Drew. Especially after he had just nudged him off of him less than 5 minutes ago. Perhaps he did it just to challenge Drew. It was a much lesser challenge then he had done just a few days ago…but he must admit he was itching for a new one.

Soon feeling his elbow get dragged and yanked.

“Then let’s go see who’s right.”

Well this was certainly intriguing. Isaac was currently sat on a burnt stump in the middle of the forest. A rather burnt area, which resulted in him concluding that this could’ve been Drew’s area of the forest. Somewhere he could disappear too with the sounds of tweeting birds and the scampering of critters to accompany him. Air had never felt so clean. However, that could mostly be due to the fresh smell of the trickling stream that wrapped around.

Soon hearing the frantic steps from who he guessed was Drew, who was carrying a numerous amount of supplies. Such as: a huge sheet of crinkled paper with scribbles on the side, the makeshift proto-type of the wings and a plethora of feathers. Drew dropped it all on the ground the metal clattering and clambering as it fell on the ground below.

“So this is what I have so far.” He quickly gestures to the pile as we wipes his forehead with a rag in his pocket. “What do you think?”

Isaac glanced down at the numerous amount of bits and bolts that had been flung everywhere. “…It’s a start.” He pinched the top of the proto-type wing, looking at it rather disgusted. “But stupidly small, no wonder it didn’t work for you.” It hardly reached his elbow for goodness sake! “Okay, I’m hoping you still have that bird now.”

“But you told me-“

Isaac quickly interjected. “Forget what I said earlier. Do you have the bird?” He looked at the pile of large elongated wings.

“I do.” The tiny bird soon hopped out from under his sleeve. “So why do you need it?” He asked as Isaac put his hand under the bird’s wings, outstretching them and using his pencil as some kind of measuring tool.

Then measuring the width of said bird and marking where it was with his nail. “See, this is the problem.” Isaac twirled the pencil behind his ear. “You don’t understand the weighting of the wings, hence why they don’t work.” He flips out his sketchbook and started jotting actual proper efficient wing measurements for Drew to use.

Drew once again peering on his shoulder, seeing that Isaac had drawn the bird in the corner with the scaling off its wing right next to it. Though, he must admit he was oddly flattered when a rather accurate brief doodling of himself soon emerged on the page.

“Woah…” He muttered out. “Thank you.”

“What’s there to thank, I’m just securing that 70 gold you gave me.” Isaac tried scaling the wing to what would work with Drew’s height and possible weight. “…So, I’m right that wing is far too small.” He closes his sketchbook with a satisfactory sound. “Therefore, I doubt you’ll be able to prove me wrong by the end of the day.” He made eye contact with Drew and gave his signature smirk.

“…I’m a fast worker.” Drew pulled up his gloves and flicked down his goggles. “May want to look away for this, sparks will be flying.” He sat down on the ground and grabbed large amounts of metal and feathers.

“…But I have to see how you’re going to do this.” Leisurely sitting back down on the stump.

Drew soon began channelling some inner feelings to spark the reaction he desired. Removing his gloves, hands instantly ignited with the flame he had grown all too familiar with.

Turning to look over his shoulder. “This is how.” He held some of the scrap metal in his hand, beginning to melt it. “It’s not the most effective method of attaching things together, but it works if I do it right.” He casually mumbles to himself as he places a few feathers into the wire frame of the metal.

Soon finding Isaac right next to him.

Seemingly outstretching his hand towards the flame, fascinated by it.

“Uh, hey, Isaac…” He turned away from the other. “You’re gonna burn your hand on the metal if you’re not careful.” Drew cautioned.

“Hey, I’m aware thank you.” A quick grumble emerged. “I just want to watch it is all.”

Drew shrugs his shoulders slightly. “Okay, but no touching.” He continued to expand the metallic wings to what Isaac had envisioned on the page.

“Fine.” It’s not like he was actually going to stick his hand in the fire!

After only a few minutes of watching the flame spin and twirl against the forest wind…the wings that Drew had spent most of his life crafting…had almost tripled in size. Only few feathers remained, and Drew couldn’t help but beam in delight, his dream wings were finally looking like the one’s he had envisioned ever since he was a little kid.

Which as his excitement grew so did the flame... not exactly great considering the delicate and rather flammable nature of feathers.

Soon popping it on the ground he stood up and dabbled his hands in the water. Getting rid of the flames…no matter how much it would scar his skin afterward. Wiping his hands in his shorts, Drew dramatically turned to Isaac.

“Seems as though it’s gonna work now.”

“Keep telling yourself that kid.” Another round of sarcastic eye-rolling. “Still doubt it’ll work.”

Isaac stared at the soft yet confident smile on Drew’s face. “And? You can brag about it when I break my arm.”

“Won’t your brother be mad?”

“…What Nevin doesn’t know can’t hurt him.” Drew replied, looking to see the familiar green glow of the healing potion in his pocket. “So. Shall we go see?”

Isaac got up and dusted himself off. “Yep. I can’t wait.”

The more this went on, the more Isaac wondered how far this was going to go. As the scene in front of him seemed pretty extreme. Causing Isaac to ponder if he would need to activate a certain ‘gift’ in order to play the ‘hero’. Staring up at the rather short platform of the roof where Drew stood.

Yep. Perfectly safe.

“You good up there!” Isaac called up seeing as though the wind had picked up.

Drew clasped hold of the roof. “I’m fine! Thank you!” He called back down.

“Ya sure? The wind seems to be getting stronger, might have to call this off!” Isaac continued to tease as he decided to wander over to the cliff edge and take a seat there.

An intimidation tactic to try and win the challenge for now, or, to actually get a good view of the crash.

Seems as though his teasing just made Drew more determined. Plopping his goggles over his head, standing up and outstretching his arms (where he had attached the wings too). One final breath. Before he took the plunge.

First thing he felt was the harsh wind initially throwing him of course, feeling himself tumble as the air pushed him upwards towards the sky. Though once the wind had died down once again…well it was a good thing he had decided to wear goggles. The sheer, sudden acceleration of speed would’ve made his eyes water and unable to navigate the skies.

In fact he had gone so fast he had almost knocked over Isaac as he headed past the cliff face.

Recalling all the hours he had put into monitoring birds he takes off the, and began soaring into the unknown. He opened his eyes slightly…the most exciting and terrifying view in front of him. The ocean. Mere feet away from him.

“HEY FLY UP, YOU IDIOT!” Isaac screamed out loud. Wondering how on earth he was gonna get this kid out of the ocean if he crashed! Already awkwardly shuffling to the edge of the cliff and perilously climb down he soon heard a voice.

“I’M SORRY WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Drew shouted. “Fly up? Didn’t know that also met climb down.” Isaac turned to look over his shoulder, seeing Drew quite happily flapping around just above him.

A brief sigh. “Well congrats you’ve proved me wrong. People can fly, woo.” Isaac sat back down on the cliff, after giving a weak victory gesture to celebrate.

“Actually I am yet to prove you wrong.” Drew reached forward and grabbed hold of his hand. “I am one person.”

Quickly retracting his hand back. “That thing doesn’t even look like it can hold one person-“ He snaps looking at the still fragile frame of the wings.

A soft laugh emitted from the one in the sky. “Well once again I’ve proved you wrong.” He plops himself on the Cliffside next to him. “But I guess we’re both right and wrong.” Drew smiles.

His heart was racing from the brief taste of the skies above. That adrenaline rush. Woah. This was the closest he had ever gotten to his dream. Taking just a few brief strides in the ocean above. Now all he needed was a few more tweaks and not only would it be perfect for him…but then he could prove Isaac wrong too, by getting him to soar above.

“Well for now anyway.” Drew concluded finishing his brief thoughts.

Isaac glanced over to him. “Hm…I’m still saying I’m more right then you.” A devious look on his face.

Leaning forward slightly Drew gently placed a light punch to his shoulder. “Hey, we’ll see in the end!”

“Yeah, yeah.” The other dismissed staring upwards towards the sky. “…The day’s gone fast…” He muttered quietly to himself, flabbergasted that the sun was already setting. Warm and cool tones colliding with one another to create the prettiest pictures. Each sunset bringing a new unique spin on the continuous cycle.

“True. Guess we should head back inside then.” Drew hops up with a new spring in his step, tilting his head upwards at the Cliffside. “…If we can figure out how to.” A quizzical hum as he tried to figure out how to get back up.

“That you can leave to me.” A hand on his shoulder as a strange creature seemingly snaked around…leading a trail of ink in its wake.

-- “I still can’t believe that young goblin like creature thinks I have gold on me right now.” His majesty couldn’t help but continue to complain as Barry and Chris continued to sell the last remaining potions. Knowing full well that by now even Barry had gotten tired of his complaints…

However! It was all a part of his genius plan. His complaints giving him the perfect amount of time to analyse the area. See what the issue with this place truly was…So far from his surface-level observations this place seemed to be a place of anxious stimulation, as well as, being full of crooks and swindlers.

During their extensive travel across the village he found that they had been approached by a numerous amount of people who tried to sell their goods for an absolutely absurd price. Like bread, for the daft price of 500 gold.

It was rather commendable that they tried to trick people into buying that. Afterall, you have to have a certain level of confidence to even attempt that. Ed should know this, he has seen his farther brush off people hundreds of people who attempted to pull such stunts…and until recently he had been given some practice in that department. Making it significantly easier to spot the actual normal deals and the absolutely ridiculous ones.

No wonder the goblin was so hung up about debt! Easily the easiest thing to acquire.

“He’s just anxious that it’s nearing the end of the week.” Barry said counting some gold coins in his hand. “Apparently the main women in charge likes to collect debt on a Sunday.” He adds.

A brief scoff came from Ed. “And what is there to be worried about?” He mused. “Just give the money over, simple as. Debt gone.”

“…Edward I regret to inform you that debt is accumulated due to a lack of funds.” His Lord couldn’t quite believe that he had to explain this.

“…I thought you couldn’t buy anything without having the right amount of money.”

An internal face palm was all Barry’s blank expression could subtly portray. Of course Edward wouldn’t understand the concept of a lack of funds, he was the Prince of a wealthy and prosperous kingdom. Gold has never been an issue.

Chris subtly laughed. “Oh Edward, sorry but not everyone has enough money to buy things out right.” He quickly finishes an exchange with a customer for the final potion of the day. “Hence why we all don’t live in a castle, can’t afford to pay for one or keep up with the upkeep.”

“I suppose that makes sense.” Ed shrugs his shoulders, glancing around before his eyes locked onto the wealthiest women that he had seen all day. “…So is that the main women in charge?” He questioned staring at the fancy pearls and expensive accessories which dawned the women.

Barry nods his head, shuddering slightly. “…I do indeed hope she doesn’t try to pay for me again.”

“Wait what-“ Ed whipped his head around, anger clearly evident on his face. “That’s absolutely disgusting! Doesn’t she know who you are!” He exclaimed outraged.

“Apparently not your highness.” He wasn’t well known anyway.

“Fine then. I shall speak to this, this fiend.” And before Chris or Barry could react the young hot headed Prince had stormed off.

The Madame of the village had just begun counting a few of the coins that where in her pockets. After spending half of the village funds on new fancy jewellery, she glanced upwards when a tall shadow was cast over her, removing the shine from her glorious pearls. At first she had a bored expression…before recognising the royal ruby nestled in the ruffled cloth.

Eyes widening in fear she soon made eye contact with Prince Edward himself.

Going pale as though she had seen a ghost, causing a confused expression upon the Prince’s face. He shouldn’t be stood before her… he was supposed to be dead, that, that was what her King had claimed (despite the lack of a body).

“Y-Your highness-” An abnormally large smile was plastered on her face as she let out a nervous laugh. “What brings you to my lovely village?” Clasping her hands tightly together in order to conceal her pearls.

Now this was more like it. Edward could only sigh. “I’ll be honest I have no idea how I got here. But! It has been brought to my attention that you tried to buy my lord, and future advisor, the other day.”

Watching as the Madame glanced over towards Barry her face elongated in a look of horror. Oh…oh dear, she has made a severe mistake. “…Lord Price.” She muttered.

“Mhm.” Edward then extended his arm. “I’d like the money that you offered for him, I know someone who needs it more then you.” He gestures for some kind of payment.

“Oh why of course your majesty.” Doing a mini courtesy as she messes around with her pockets, disappointed by the lack of weight in her pockets. However…it’s not like his majesty knew how much she offered. Laying a few measly gold coins in his hand. “That should be all.”

“…Please don’t tell me you’re being serious.” Stifling a laugh. “Hey Barry!” He calls out. “How much did she want for you?”

“150 Gold your majesty.” A victorious smirk on his face. Finally karma had come knocking.

“Well, shall we hope that those nice pearls are worth that much?” He kept his hand out, waiting for the satisfying plop of the pearls. Which came…reluctantly.

“Will that be all your highness?” She asked once again clasping her hands and grinning with falseness.

Ed nods his head. “Indeed, thank you ever so much.” Spinning around on his heel he soon met up with the other two. “Right, shall we head back then.” He wraps his arms across Chris and Barry’s shoulders. “Afterall this will hopefully be enough to satisfy the goblin.”

“We’ve sold all the potions…hopefully Nevin’s calmed down now.” Chris spoke up realizing he was intently staring in admiration at the Young Prince.

“I’m sure he has.” Chris felt a squeeze to his shoulder. “Who wouldn’t be cheered up by these anyway?” Edward continued, awfully proud of his achievement to get these from a crook.

A soft smile dawned on Chris’ face. “…Yeah.” He mutters sweetly…feeling like a character from his favourite fairy-tale. Especially as he was basically getting dragged off by Edwards enthusiastic and ambitious steps toward the Jovel home.

Which as soon as they opened the door, the house was oddly filled with excited chatter. A sharp contrast to the tension that had been present earlier. Perhaps the twins had made up? Making Ed’s job at presenting the pearls to the Goblin significantly easier.

Strutting into the kitchen with confidence practically dripping off of him, he shuts his eyes…immediately bumping into the kitchen side. Least it garnered everyone’s attention as the enthusiastic chatter calmed down…though, much to his dismay, he did hear a snort.

Clearing his throat. “Nevin-“

“Nevin’s not here.” Ah. A swift interruption, from none other than the thief. “He left just as me and Drew got back.” Isaac adds trying to stifle the laughter that was emerging.

Ed’s face soon fell, folding in on himself from embarrassment. Although he could save himself. “Drew?” He shifted his gaze to the other twin. “Do I have news for you?” He began before presenting the pearls.

“…the news is pearls?” Drew asked, finding it difficult to see the shiny pearls when his goggles where over his eyes. Soon removing them. “Where’d you get these?”

“The Madame.” Ed said proudly sitting across the table from the two.

“So the Prince can steal?” A smirk once again dawned on Isaac’s face.

Before he was also harshly interrupted when the familiar tan potion sack was thrown at his face. “He didn’t steal.” Barry adds washing his hands in the sink, before prepping some food. “Simply got a bit of money from when she tried to buy me the other day.”

“Well few bits of gold and these to make up for the rest of it.” Ed placed the few bits of gold on the table with the pearls.

An excited gasp came from Chris as he soon also placed the bag of gold from the potions on the table. A considerably louder thud. “And umm…Well quite a lot of gold from the potions.”

“Aw, thank you guys.” Drew thanked, not too bothered by the amount of gold on the table. “Nev’ll be happy with this.” He sounded…upset again. Feelings of their early ‘chat’ clearly unresolved.

A weight on his back. “See with all this gold, I still don’t get why you two don’t just take it and go. I mean I would.” Isaac further comments.

Drew simply smiles. “I know, but Nev isn’t like that.” He soon got up, hanging up his pair of wings nearby…displaying them rather proudly. “And even then the Madame isn’t exactly going to let us off easy if we do decide to leave.”

“Rob her.”

“Life isn’t just about stealing.” Barry dismissed. “Some people have morals and may want to repay debts in order to clear their conscious.” He starts chopping some vegetables.

“Sounds like something the Madame would say.” Isaac briefly rolls his eyes. “…Which has got me curious, like I’m sure it has most of us. What have you two done to get this ‘mountain of debt’?”

“It’s not like that’s a hard task, mister ‘I’ve shown up to a place for less than 5 minutes and already got in trouble with the main antagonist’.” Chris butted in causing a sharp sigh from Isaac.

“It was an accident.” He said through gritted teeth

“Well…if you’re curious.” Drew was suddenly surprised as everyone turned their head to stare at him intently. “You’re standing on it.”

Everyone glances down, being greeted only by floor.

Ed raises his head. “…So you’re in debt because of carpentry?”

“Well…the whole house.” Drew carried on. “Since…well, we didn’t have much money when we got here and Nevin really wanted to make sure we weren’t sleeping outside.” He glances out the window. “…And you can see where that got us.”

“In debt…” Edward whispered out slowly. “…Well, no need to worry small one.” Another dramatic beginning. “For once me and Price get back to our riches we shall pay you and your brother handsomely for your help.”

“Hey, like I said it’s no trouble, you don’t need to pay me and Nev anything.” Drew simply looks at their ‘home’, despite it never feeling like ‘home’… no four walls ever had. “I know this probably sounds like an odd question, but, once your guys debts are paid…where are you gonna go?”

“Honestly me and Isaac will probably head to the next town over” Chris answered as fast as possible. “..So if you have any maps around we could really use them.” He glances amongst the group.

“Maybe you can travel with us for a while.” Ed offers, much to the dismay of Barry who’s usually stoic expression faltered. “Until me and Barry figure out where we are and plan a route back. The next town over shouldn’t be too hard to find.”

Isaac rolls his eyes. “Seriously? Everyone going the same way, that’s, that’s boring!” His hands tightened and moved around in a confused motion.

Soon a hand tightened around his cloak. “But it would be safer, wouldn’t it?” Chris eyes widened, hinting at him to agree. Once again the paranoia of getting hunted down and captured was plain to see. He didn’t want to take any risks. Play it safe forever.

But they simply cannot do that. He couldn’t do that.

“I suppose.” Isaac could agree for now. “…Guess us four would all be travelling to the next town over.”

“Make it 6.” Drew adds eagerly, grabbing the bagful of money. “I swear, I am going to convince Nevin to come with, leave this stupid corrupt town behind.” He held the bag up, feeling the weight of gold inside, stating that “This alone could be enough for a carriage out of here!”

They’d finally be happy again. Nevin would finally be carefree and would smile again. That’s all he wanted.

Isaac couldn’t help but chuckle. “Dunno why you’d need a carriage. There’s nothing wrong with walking.”

“And it’s free.” Barry adds as a little support for the now overly enthusiastic potion-brewer.

“That’s true!” Drew exclaimed, adjusting his goggles. “Right then! I’m gonna go convince him.” He said determined with a tight grip on the bag of gold.

“You’ve got this Drew!” Ed encouraged smiling brightly.

Upon seeing such determined looking faces Drew was only encouraged to hope for the best. Nevin hated this place just as much as he did. Hence why he never understood why Nevin would stay here. Even if it was to just pay off their debt…a debt of misery, which wasn’t worth wasting their whole lives on.

Drew began sprinting his way down the busy streets. The moon just beginning to shine above the horizon. People constantly in his way as he tried to find Nevin as soon as possible. Numerous amount of people where in his way, it was always more active at night…that’s when the more ‘risky’ items/equipment would be sold. Finding it odder and odder that Nevin wasn’t out selling potions like usual.

But he did find him…soon enough.

Coming out from the property of the Madame. Possibly having discussed more about their debt, which…would no longer be a problem.

“Nev!” He called out running as fast as he could towards him. “Nev, I’ve got good news!”

Those words didn’t register in Nevin’s head. His mind filled with the tormenting words from the conversation that reminded him of his place in the world. The threats, the bruises present on his skin, a reminder of what it meant to be ‘normal’ in this society. Whispers in his ear attempted to persuade him to take up the mantle of power.

Yet…Nevin would refuse. That magic was far too strong, he could lose himself easily. And his normal life depended on his personal resistance to the enticing and corrupt magic he could inherit…no matter how tempting it was.

Snapping out of the rampant train of thought, his vacant eyes barely meeting Drew’s.

“Nev? Hey are you okay?” The enthusiastic look swiftly shifted to concern. Drew’s warm hands on his shoulders in an attempt to get some kind of confession out of him.

“Hm? Oh yes, I’m fine.” Nevin muttered back as a response, casually brushing Drew’s hands off of him. “Just might need one of those healing potions later.” He thought of a lie on the spot. “Some guy thought our potion’s where too expensive and decided to kick me to the ground.”

Drew’s eyes went wide with worry. “Wait hold on who?”

“Just some random person, probably a traveller, we won’t find them again.” Nevin only continued to explain away while pulling Drew away from that mansion. Her prying eyes clearly watching their actions…her minions in the alleyways just nearby. “…So, you said you had good news?” Nevin decided to change the subject, as while he had not heard Drew mention the ‘good news’…someone was always listening.

Drew’s demeanour didn’t seem as enthusiastic as it once was. “…Well, good news in terms of a hopefully good idea.” A shy smile spread across his face.

“What do you mean by that?” Nevin inquired. “Well let’s hear it, long as it doesn’t involve blowing up the basement.” He jokes.

“…Nev, let’s get out of here.” As Drew spoke he instantly held the bag of gold towards Nevin. “I mean this already has enough gold for us and everyone in our home to afford a carriage.” He spoke as fast as he could, casting his idea out into the wind before Nevin could have a chance to refute it.

Unaware someone else would enter the conversation…crushing the idea.

“Gold you say?” A loud booming voice erupted from the dark dingy alleyway. Ah, the debt collectors, more specifically the stall owner. “And you’re planning on using it to run away?”

Nevin quickly grabbed hold of the bag and Drew. “No we’re not, just a silly discussion.” He quickly says.

“I don’t know about that, seemed like you were considering it for a brief moment.” The stall market’s accomplish dawned his mask and emerged from the darkness of the opposing alleyway. “Why would you want to leave here? This place is wonderful.”

“…I know it may appear that way, but, we would really like to go away and explore the world a little more.” Drew answered hesitantly trying to think of what words to say. “Ya know, we’re young and want to get out there.”

“Exactly.” Nevin backs Drew up. Taking quick steps to avoid the possible grabbing off the two henchmen. “…But it’s just a silly dream. We’ll just try and pay off the debts properly before we properly consider this idea.” He continued.

“Then you won’t mind if we take this gold and deliver it to the Madame right away.” The masked man extended his arm. “That young Prince you’re housing did take her pearls earlier, so, some compensation would be nice…”

“…I see.” Nevin muttered, opening the bag and seeing said pearls inside. His resentment for that rich Prince only growing. “I sincerely apologise for the inconvenience.” He couldn’t have that debt go up anymore. Therefore, he handed the gold bag back without much fight.

Drew on the other hand swiped the bag back. “No. Ed only got this money because she tried to buy Barry! And even then, you wouldn’t want to upset a Prince would you? You could be in a lot of trouble if you upset him.” He held the bag close to his chest.

“Drew just give him the bag.” Nevin said.

“I’m not-”

“Drew give it.” Nevin only got more anxious. Watching as the Stall owner crept behind his twin. Making the threats of harm to his dear brother ever more real, the consequences of not paying his debt even realer. “Now.” He said harshly. The colour teal ripped throughout the area reflecting off of the streetlamps.

Drew dropped the bag in alarm, precious gold coins falling out as Nevin marched over and grabbed his arm, dragging him away from the vultures that stole their precious cargo. The gold that was supposed to afford their carriage-ride out of there. Drew hardly had time to defy what was going on as Nevin sped away.

Upon reaching the hill to their home Nevin paused.

“…The debt’s due tomorrow.” He quietly spoke, shame clearly in his voice. “…And we simply don’t have enough to leave here. That Madame won’t let us at this point.” Nevin sighs.

Drew shook his head. “Nev, we could literally leave tonight and she wouldn’t have a clue!” He argued back. “Could hide in the back of a carriage, or just run through the forest where we get our ingredients!”

“I know. I know we could do that.” They could, it would be so easy. “But I want us to have a normal life.”

Drew clenched his hands into fists. “Nev this isn’t normal!”

“Everyone here has debt and can’t leave, we’re normal like them.” He snapped back. “…Let’s just get inside now, brace for tomorrow.” That bag of gold would’ve secured the payment…

Drew stayed behind for a few paces. “…I don’t want to be normal anymore…”

“You do. You just don’t know that yet.”

Nevin knew that all too well.

Normality what was they needed, in order to be safe, hiding away from people who would hunt them down for the rest of their lives if they knew of their curses. They had escaped that once…

And Nevin would rather die than allow that to happen again.

Hence why he will pay that debt. No matter how much it was. It will be paid…by any means necessary.

#ibvs #ibvs au #Isaac Beamer and the Realm of Fantasy #Isaac Beamer #Chris Jackson #Nevin Jovel #Drew Jovel #Barry Price #Edward Quinton #chapter update

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Oboro's Letter

I'm typing this up for my own reference (I've seen some of the content referred to but not the actual text) but also CAN I JUST SAY I'M SO MAD. I ACTUALLY DID FIND THIS IN MY FIRST PLAYTHROUGH. BUT THE GAME WOULDN'T LET ME PICK IT UP FOR SOME REASON. I TRIED SO MANY TIMES AND EVENTUALLY I THOUGHT IT WAS AN ANIMATION FOR INCENSE OR SOMETHING THAT JUST STUPIDLY LOOKED LIKE AN ITEM. WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME PICK THIS UP, GAME THERE'S SO MUCH FOR OBORO HERE T_T

anyway the text is under the cut

My name is Oboro. I was born in U, a nation bled dry by its interminable war with Ku. Empty stomachs, spreading pestilence, and nights spent curled up against the chill were facts of life. Although the adults around me blamed my birth for my miserable lot, even in my tender years I knew the truth: Ku was to blame. That wretched nation who preyed upon the weak, bringing strife and death in its wake.

While the better part of my life was spent in suffering, my sister brought some small measure of joy to my existence. We were not bound by blood; I plucked her from the city streets and raised her as my own family. Now, some might think shouldering such a burden is folly, especially when I scarcely knew from where my next meal would come. However, I could tell that this child had a fire within her. Yes, when she spied the dagger I held in my hands, her cries ceased, and I knew. It was at that very moment when I decided we would make it through this life together. Oh, how naive I was then.

After four years of relative peace, Ku's forces fell upon the town we called home. If the tyrants were victorious, we would be killed or captured, forced to spend our lives in servitude. I resolved to kill King Jigo of Ku myself, that we might be spared such a fate. After donning the armor of a dead Ku soldier, I asked my sister to slash my body, and made my way to Jigo under the guise of being a wounded ally. While I slipped through Ku's ranks, my attempt on Jigo's life failed and I was captured. As his soldiers pinned me down, my mind grasped for a clever escape. It was then that Jigo asked, "Will you serve Ku by my side?"

An unexpected offer, to say the least, but one I did not hesitate to take. I turned my back on our home and joined hands with my sworn enemy. All so that my sister and I could live.

However, still we found no comfort. Ku's bloody conquest poured over one border after another, and the fires of war spread unabated. As the desert was stained a deep crimson, my heart became black as pitch. I recall on one particularly red day noticing a corpse turned toward me, its gaze piercing through lifeless eyes. I tried to look away, only to be met with a field of dead bodies upon the sand, each one leering at me intently.

Perhaps it was merely the work of a troubled imagination, but that is hardly the point. The act of living became something I could not comprehend. We steal, only to be stolen from, and then we die. This cycle repeats itself time and time again until at the end we find...what? I pondered the answer to this question and eventually reached my answer.

Life has no meaning, and living is a fool's errand. I was mistaken to look toward the dawn, for tomorrow is but a farce. A world so twisted ill deserves to see a new day. So, I will ensure that it never comes.

Such was the thought in the forefront of my mind as I wore the mask of dutiful subject. Day after day I played my role, until a man came to me bearing a grimoire and claiming it would pique my interest. The text within was said to stir the hearts of all who read it, but I was unmoved as I turned the final page, for I had come to realize the truths it laid bare on my own.

How many years has it been since then? At last, my plan is in motion, and a great battle looms on the horizon. This world will meet its end, and the light of dawn will be replaced with a choking darkness. For life has no meaning, and tomorrow is but a farce. Wouldn't you agree? No longer will we be forced to kill or be killed. No longer will we be forced to greet a dawn that only brings more suffering. The end is nigh.

#octopath traveler 2 #oboro

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The secret basement room was crammed with more equipment than Kate could even imagine. For a long time she didn’t know where to look. There were walls of weapons, built in shelves bearing frosted glass windows that only revealed vague shapes of their contents, a section of wall with six different monitors connected to a central control console - the screens were black but Kate knew they were probably the ones that Yelena had mentioned using to monitor the cameras about the house. A work bench bearing organized bins of tools and supplies and more weapons sat opposite the monitor wall, and, in the far back corner, partially hidden by a metal and glass divider screen, was a bed.

Not just a bed, a king sized marvel of plush comfort that rivaled the one she had been missing from home. The wrought iron frame was tarnished by design and bore a beautiful scrolling pattern on both ends. The mattress sat so far up on the finely crafted frame that Kate wondered if Yelena struggled to climb into it.

On top was a black and white comforter that bore wide stripes of alternating hue and interspersed bands of damask patterning. The bedding itself was completely disheveled. The down pillows still sunk into v shapes from a head lying in them and Kate immediately pictured Yelena there, twisting the covers in her sleep and drooling on the pillows.

“What the fucking fuck Lena, this is sooo much.” Kate’s eyes couldn’t focus on any one thing.

“I know, I know, don’t touch anything,” Yelena commanded, while still turned away, and just as Kate was about to grab a throwing knife from the workbench. The accused hand jerked back quickly. She shoved it in the pocket of her lounging pants, perfectly happy to keep taking in the space with just her eyes.

Yelena headed to the slightly partitioned off area where the bed was, pressing something on the metal frame of the divider that caused the see through glass to turn opaque. She put the folded up piece of paper from her pocket in the drawer of an end table that was now beyond Kate's view before returning to the work bench. As she moved she spoke, “We don’t have time for you to be mad at me or go snooping about in all of my things, ok?” Yelena began tucking away only some of the items strewn about the surface of the workbench. Kate recognized it as an effort toward hiding things she didn’t want to be seen more than tidying up, as inert things like the knives she had just innocently attempted to touch and a sewing kit were allowed to remain.

“I’m not mad, not at all. I understand why you would want to keep something like this a secret until you could trust me.” Kate meandered toward the wall of weapons, both ballistic and mundane. There was a single crossbow but no retractable or recurve ones like hers. She thought to pick up the crossbow but dug her fingers into the lining of her pocket, remembering Yelena’s request.

“Yes, yes Kate, you get it. Thank you for getting it.” Yelena had picked up some kind of device from the bench and regarded it curiously. She turned it around in her hand a few times before squinting at some kind of small writing etched into the casing. Kate couldn’t tell what it was at all from where she was standing.

“Will that like, blow us all up or something?” Kate asked, almost excitedly.

“No, I think it’s just a knife sharpener. I have a lot of them, but don’t remember buying this one. Oh wait, yes this was my Christmas present from the Barton’s. So thoughtful.” She smiled then put the probably-a-knife sharpener back down on the table.

Kate had wandered back toward her when she mentioned the gift. “I will try not to snoop, if you promise to give me a tour after she leaves.”

Yelena stepped into Kate’s space, placing a gentle hand on her arm. “Of course, I was planning on it anyway.” Yelena lifted the hand at her arm to wag a finger in Kate’s curious face, “But, still no snooping.”

Kate was about to playfully bite at the finger mere inches from her lips but it pulled away, landing back on her bicep as Yelena’s commanding tone turned more earnest. “Now move. I have to get in these crates.”

The archer quickly realized that the hand on her arm was likely put there subconsciously to force movement if it was not granted willingly. Yelena was slowly shifting into her more intense business mode, one that Kate hadn't seen in a while, and it reminded her of the reasons she had been drawn to the assassin in the first place. Yelena’s determined, confident nature often commanded the spaces and people around her and Kate was more than willing to obey. She moved away, lustfully imagining if Yelena would be as direct should they get a chance to visit the disheveled bed in the corner together.

Chapter 11 is up,

It's got so much flirting and Kate being awkward and Yelena being a little shit, like...you know....they do

#wlw #fanfic #bishova #bishlova #hawkeye series

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For the Obligatory OTP Asks (for Shadi and Pegasus of course!): 5, 16, and 55.

Thanks for humoring me lol

I accidentally wrote too much, and for length, I'll have to use the ol' "Read More" to hide it lol

If reading these is too not great for tumblr, I'm gonna throw them onto Ao3 too :0

5: Describe their cozy night in.

Every pillow and plushie that could physically fit on a California King sized bed.

The softest blankets money could buy.

The latest animated masterpiece to hit VHS.

Gourmet hot chocolate, popcorn, and a plethora of snacks just a ring away.

Boyfriend.

And that was it! The short but crucial list for enjoying those cold, wintery nights on the isle. When the wind beat a slurry of rain and ice against the castle windows, the essential items were collected, and Pegasus burrowed up in his room. Surrounding yourself with comforts was the best way to suffer the storm – and the whole of winter, in his opinion. Safely snuggled in his plush fortress of warmth and collectable, huggable plushies, with a mug of milky, marshmallowy sugar in hand, and his ghostly lover pressed to his side, Pegasus was wholly, and fully content.

Shadi was content too – even if he’d been goaded into watching ‘Funny Bunny’s World Tour’ for at least the fourth time since saying ‘I love you.’

16: Can they stay up all night just talking?

“…And really, that’s why I think ‘On the Run’ is a better series than ‘Off the Cuff.’ They weren’t afraid to step away from the source material and really allow Funny Bunny to develop as a character. Like, he’s obviously more than just an instigator with jokes. He’s resourceful – he’s cunning! And no other series explored why until ‘On the Run.’ It was just a more mature show. It explored themes. It explored character. It had an overarching story, which, in ‘Off the Cuff’s’ defense, tried to do, too, to little effect.”

“…That sounds like a very insightful analysis,” Shadi said, after a few moments of silence.

“It is, thank you.”

“…Though you should consider actually trying to sleep.”

“Ah, yes, right,” Pegasus sighed, and shimmied his sheets up higher, “My synopsis of the new series will continue after a good night’s sleep.”

Silence filled the room again.

For about five minutes.

“Although my favorite iteration of the character has to be from the five-part miniseries they aired back in 96’.”

Shadi took a deep breath, moved onto his side, and fixed the other man with a hard look. Pegasus, who was laying on his back, with his hands clasp atop his middle, innocently blinked up at the ceiling.

“Do you truly wish to talk, or do you just wish to procrastinate your sleep?” Shadi asked.

“Preferably, I’d do one with the other.”

“Alright,” The ghost sighed, and moved back onto his back, to likewise stare at the ceiling, “Could we at least talk about something we both know a deal about?”

“You know about Funny Bunny.”

“Not his extended catalogue of works. And I do not take notes.”

“Ok, fair.”

“…So, what do you wish to talk about?”

“…We could pick up where we left off last night.”

Shadi took a moment to let his mind wander back to the words they’d exchanged just over twenty-four hours ago, and sighed, “I believe we were discussing the existence of extraterrestrial life.”

“And we both agreed that aliens definitely do exist.”

“Correct.”

“Given the infinite number of worlds in the universe.”

“Correct.”

“And then I believe I asked if you believed in alternate dimensions.”

“And I said yes.”

“Because the Shadow Realm, as we discussed it, would be considered an alternate dimension.”

“And the room of a soul, as it exists, qualifies as an alternate dimension, as well.”

“The afterlife too.”

“But of course.”

“So,” Pegasus pressed the tips of his fingers together, and cast a look sideways at the man lying beside him, “New but related topic, Shadi: Do you believe in alternate universes?”

After a few silent moments, Shadi turned his head towards Pegasus, “What exactly is an alternate universe?”

“Well, I’m so very glad you asked. I would define it as a universe that is exactly the same as our own – with every world and spec of matter contained therewithin – except for one specific distinction that sets it apart.”

“Explain.”

“For example… In this universe, I am Maximillion Pegasus, super successful and beautiful businessman who invented Duel Monsters. But, in another, alternateuniverse, I may be Maximillion Pegasus, super successful and beautiful businessman who did not invent Duel Monsters.”

Shadi simply blinked at him.

“Or, perhaps in another, I am the Maximillion Pegasus who became a poor, starving artist. Maybe he created Duel Monsters, maybe he didn’t. In another, I could be exactly as I am now – except maybe I’m missing my right eye instead of my left.”

“…And how exactly do alternate dimensions fit into this theory?”

“Well, you see, it’s all about your relation in respect to the universe or dimension at hand. Every universe has one Maximillion Pegasus bouncing around in it. And at any given time, he could be existing in any one of those universe’s own set of dimensions.”

“Oh, I see, now. Each universe has its own separate set of dimensions. Dimensions rest atop others in one universe,” Shadi held his hands horizontally from each other, about an inch apart, then shifted them to stand vertically from each other, “Whereas alternate universes run parallel to each other, never to interact.”

“Precisely!”

“…Well, I don’t know if I believe in alternate universes,” Shadi let his hands fall by his sides, “Such a notion is a bit too fantastical to feel real.”

“Well, that’s a bit rich, coming from a man who uses a magic key to literally, physically go inside people’s minds. And become invisible. And teleport. And is a ghost.”

“…”

“My point is that you yourself are a bit too fantastical to feel real. And even that’s rich, coming from me, a man who had a magic eye that let me read people’s thoughts like the funny paper.”

Shadi was quiet for a long time, before Pegasus heard him take a deep breath.

“I guess alternate universes are a fun thought experiment,” The ghost said quietly.

There was a faint sadness in that statement, and though it was faint, it was distinct. And impossible for Pegasus to ignore. He turned onto his side, tucked his palm under his cheek, and let his eye wander over the other for a minute. He didn’t need the Millennium Eye to suspect what thoughts were whirring around in that bald head of Shadi’s, because he knew very well that they were the same kind of melancholic thoughts that troubled his own mind on some cold, sleepless nights.

One could lay and imagine scenarios where they’d done something differently; where they’d made some other choice – said something different. If they hadn’t been afraid to speak up, speak their feelings, or take a leap of faith – if hindsight had been foresight, instead.

Pegasus was sure that Shadi was imagining a universe where he hadn’t made the same mistakes he had in this one; one where Pegasus had kept both of his eyes or one where he hadn’t let Bakura’s father touch the Ring.

Pegasus knew that such trains of thought often went in circles, if not off cliffs and into the abyss – so he scooted to the side and enveloped the ghost in his arms.

“Maybe there’s a universe out there where you own a coffeeshop,” Pegasus said, seemingly out of the blue, “And I’m the mysterious hot, new stranger in town.”

It took Shadi a few seconds to respond, but when he did, it was with a bemused and surprised chuckle, “You truly believe in such a universe?”

“Of course! The cosmos is infinite. The possibilities are literally limitless. I’d order a coffee every day, sit in the corner by the window, and work on my art. You’d grow curious of me. I’d compliment your eyes. You’d compliment my drawing. ‘Every thought of being a model?’ I’d ask. You’d brush it off and play it cool – but I would know that you liked the compliment – and me.”

Pegasus felt Shadi laugh, then felt a hand trail its fingers through his hair.

“You think me that easy to charm?” Shadi asked, the laugh still not quite gone from his voice.

“I’m just that charming.”

Shadi quieted, and after a minute, he hummed, “If these alternate universes exist, I’d like to imagine that we found our happiness in each of them.”

Pegasus nuzzled his face into the other’s side, before settling into the cuddle, “I know I found it in this one. I’m thankful to be one of the Maximillion Pegasus’s that gets to be with you.”

Pegasus felt a smile when Shadi pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“And I am thankful to be a Shadi that gets to love you. Goodnight, Pegasus.”

“Goodnight, dear.”

A peaceful silence once again filled the room, as the minutes ticked away and the night drew on.

Of all the possible universes that existed, out there, beyond the reaches of his comprehension, Shadi still found himself content with the one he existed in now. Even with all the missteps and mistakes he’d made along the way, he’d still managed to find himself in a warm bed, next to the person he loved – and that was more than he’d ever imagined himself having. He was grateful.

And he was tired. Shadi closed his eyes, took a long, deep breath, and readied his mind for sleep.

“…Funny Bunny ‘On the Run’ really does owe part of its success to ‘Mischief and Mayhem,’ it’s predecessor. They really set up the story beats for Funny Bunny’s past, and since it was canceled after its third season, ‘On the Run’ was able to pick up and capitalize on those choices.”

Shadi sighed, smiled, and patted Pegasus on the head, “That’s nice, Max. Goodnight.”

55: Do they like watching clouds or star gazing?

Pegasus leaned back on the blanket he’d spread out atop the grass, put his arms behind his head, and set his eye up on the fluffy clouds floating above him. The painting on the easel dried nearby, sped on by the warm sunlight and gentle breeze. It sat, ignored, it’s canvas only half-filled with a recreation of the beautiful scenery surrounding him. It would probably remain half-filled.

It was exceptionally hard to concentrate out here.

He’d come out here, to the lake house, for a small vacation – a little getaway, to get his mind away from work. Battle City had proven great for business. And while he and his shareholders, employees and board members were all loving the numbers, he wasn’t loving the added stress. Everyone already wanted the next, big thing – new cards, new mechanics – he just wanted to enjoy success without the suffocating pressure of achieving future success. This impromptu vacation was supposed to give him a break – a blissful piece of peace.

But coming out here hadn’t exactly put his mind at ease.

In fact, he found that just being out here, between the rolling hills and fields of flowers, was trudging up a lot of memories.

The sky was blue – a beautiful, brilliant blue. The clouds drifted slowly by, enormous, fluffy things. Every now and then one would cast its shadow down on him, and Pegasus would shiver, before warm sunlight would return to the little hill he laid upon. It was all very picturesque. It was the sort of place you put on postcards. Or canvas board.

He didn’t heart Shadi approach, but when the blanket down beside him into the lush grass, he didn’t startle. Pegasus smiled, and cast it up at the ghost that had come to rest beside him.

“Did you have a nice walk?” Pegasus asked.

“I did. The water is very clear. I saw a few fish. I was reminded of the time I drowned here, in your mind. All things considered; it was still a nice walk.”

A wide, flat smile stretched across Pegasus’s face, as he turned it back to the sky.

“I suppose this place is bringing up a lot of memories for the both of us,” Pegasus said quietly.

He could feel Shadi’s sharp, blue eyes upon him, though Pegasus did not turn his attention from the sky. In lieu of answering Shadi’s unasked question, Pegasus sighed.

“Don’t suppose you have a remedy for melancholia?”

Shadi looked up at the sky, “Well.”

“One that doesn’t involve direct manipulation of the fabric of the mind?”

“Then no.”

Pegasus tsked and after a moment, he pointed up towards the sky, “That one looks like a brontosaurus tearing the leaves off a willow tree.”

Shadi followed his gesture, and hummed.

“The one beside it resembles a cat,” the ghost observed.

A serene sort of silence fell over the hills. It was a quiet filled with the rustle of leaves and grass, the buzzing of bees, and the chirping of birds. The clouds drifted steadily onwards, colliding and combining with one another to create an ever-shifting display of vague shapes. Pegasus spotted the cat, watched it slowly become a giraffe with six legs and two necks, then lost sight of it when it bumped into the side of sailboat surrounded by sea foam.

“You know, I’m actually not the best at seeing shapes in the clouds,” Pegasus said.

“I find that odd. You are very imaginative.”

“That’s my problem! I see too many things. Before I can decide what it is I see in them, they’ve gone and changed again. It’s truly a curse.”

“We all have our weaknesses.”

Pegasus chuckled quietly, and let his eye drift closed. A few quiet minutes creeped by, before he opened his eye and sat it on that familiar sky again.

“Cecelia and I used to lay out here for hours, just watching the clouds go by. She claimed it was a good way to clear her head. For me, I found that it did the opposite. I would lay here, overthink the shapes, overthink my art, my choices, my life… That’s why I only watched the clouds when I was with her. She distracted me from all that. And then I could relax.”

After a few minutes of silence, Pegasus heard the ghost speak, “I’m very sorry, Max.”

“Don’t be, my dear Shadi-boy. They aren’t bad memories. Not even sad ones. Not really,” Pegasus turned his head and blinked up at his ghost, “They’re just memories. Memories that I don’t allow myself to reflect on that often. So, it’s just…” Pegasus trailed off.

“…A bit difficult to think upon them,” Shadi said softly.

“Yes.”

After another quiet minute, Shadi looked down at Pegasus, and titled his head, “Would you like some space, Pegasus?”

“No, that’s alright,” Pegasus’s gaze slowly slipped off of the clouds, “In fact, I wouldn’t mind having someone lying beside me…”

Shadi stared at him.

“Maybe… Cuddling me, a little bit,” Pegasus idly patted the blanket next to him.

Shadi continued to stare.

“…I’m sure that it would help the melancholia,” Pegasus added.

Shadi sighed, but he was smiling before he was down on his back beside Pegasus.

The day slipped away, floating by Pegasus as softly and silently as the clouds had passed above him. Pegasus was very good at relaxing, when his mind was properly distracted. His glass of juice was traded in for a glass of wine before nightfall, and his personal sketchbook was cashed in for a remote for the flatscreen. From underneath a plush blanket, he flipped through the channels, and cursed himself for not remembering to have someone hook up whatever it was that had all his favorite shows and movies saved on it.

Relaxation was only a hop-skip-and-a-jump away from boredom, and relaxation had to be done just right to spare him from dreaded dullness. And something was off. Pegasus cast a look about the living room, and sighed heavily. Where ever had his ghost gone to?

Shadi was found outside, sitting atop the wooden picnic table that’d probably gone unused for over half a decade, staring up at the night sky.

“Uh-oh.”

A soft, cool breeze greeted Pegasus when he cracked the sliding glass door open to the porch. He didn’t flip on the lights, as to not disturb the star-gazing ghost outside. It wasn’t like he needed a light; the light of full moon was bright enough to illuminate the furniture, the banister, and the open field beyond it. Over the lake it shone and set the water sparkling.

Shadi turned to see Pegasus standing in the doorway, haloed by the light of the room behind him.

“Star-gazing, are we?” Pegasus asked.

“I was in the act.”

“You always get existential on me when you look at the stars for longer than a minute. And you’ve been out here for at least thirty,” Pegasus’s mildly suspicious voice floated over to the ghost, “Should I be worried?”

“No. I am merely watching the stars.”

“And not getting all melancholic on me?”

“…No.”

Pegasus smirked, and slowly walked onto the porch with the creak of the wood beneath his feet, “So, you’re not even the tiniest, littlest bit forlorn?”

Shadi’s dim eyes seemed to glow in the darkness that filled the porch, and his white robes looked transparent in the moonlight – it would’ve been spooky if he hadn’t raised his hand to wiggle it vaguely in the air and answer, “I may be about fifteen percent forlorn.”

“Would some company get that down to a nice, even ten percent?”

“It could make it as low as eight.”

Pegasus rolled his eye and smiled again, before shoving off from the door frame and joining the other on the porch.

“You’re speaking in percentages. You’ve been sitting in on too many of my business meetings.”

Shadi shrugged, “I’ve not much else to do, for the time being. Things are in balance, after the matter with the Ishtars.”

“So, then what seems to be the cause of the forlorn-ness, my spectral sweetie-pie?”

Shadi blew a laugh out of his nose, rolled his eyes, and shook his head – all signs that Pegasus’s words had found their mark.

“Nothing particular,” Shadi answered, “I was mostly stargazing – pondering the universe and my purpose within it; the same thing I assume everyone does when staring into the void.”

Pegasus hummed as he walked up to the table, and took a look up at the sky above them. Just like the sky that hung above Duelist Kingdom, the blanket of stars twinkled, unmarred by light pollution, this far out from civilization.

“I do not necessarily get existential when looking at the stars. Rather, I find myself drawn to them when I am occupied with such thoughts,” Shadi said, as he raised his head towards the sky again, “When you have walked the earth for as long as I have, you grow used to the fact that the world changes. Not so much used to the changes themselves, but used to their constant charge. The stars however; the constellations never change. Ever the same they set above me, no matter where or when I may find myself.”

Pegasus watched the other watch the stars for a few moments, before shoving himself up onto the table to sit with him.

Pegasus leaned up against Shadi’s side, “And you find that comforting?”

Shadi’s dim, blue eyes searched the stars above for a minute, before he lowered his head to gaze upon Pegasus’s face with the same sort of reverie.

“I do. Though, I find more comfort in you than I do in eternity,” Shadi answered.

Pegasus raised a hand and brushed his thumb across Shadi’s cheek. He couldn’t help but think that it, like the others, were little fragments of the stars themselves, carefully captured on Shadi’s face.

“Thank you. I’d like to think I am more comforting than the cold, dark expanse of space,” Pegasus grinned. “Oh, shush,” Shadi grabbed his hand, and held it tightly, as the night drifted on.

#yugioh #ygo #shadi #shadi shin #maximillion pegasus #fanfic #ask game

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D.U.D.E Part 12 - Unpretty (Set in 2020)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here Chapter 7: here Chapter 8: here Chapter 9: here Chapter 10: here Chapter 11: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Gluttony's P.O.V:

Kirby is woken up by a text from Eddie the following morning (Saturday 29th August), 'Get dressed, I'm taking you out for coffee'. Kirby sighs as she gets up, getting dressed, and walking into the bathroom. She looks in the mirror at herself and hides her face in her hands. Why is Eddie with me? He's so handsome and I'm so ugly. I hate this fucking stupid orange ponytail, and these scars on my face, no amount of foundation can cover them. She wipes the tears from her eyes and splashes her face with water, drying off and doing her make-up, making sure she looks like she was never crying. She walks out of the bathroom and around the house, looking for Eddie. She finds him on the back patio, smoking a cigarette, scrolling through something on his phone. she takes a deep breath and double checks her outfit.

"Hey King, what are you doing?" She asks as she walks up, standing next to him.

"I'm just lookin' through..." Eddie looks over at Kirby, "Well, hello Ma, you come here often?"

"What? Eddie, we live together."

Eddie chuckles softly, "babe, it's a pick-up line."

"Oh... right, yes, I do come here often." She chuckles weakly.

Eddie finishes his cigarette, putting his arms around Kirby's waist and kissing her gently, the look in his eyes going from loving to concerned, "Kirby, is everythin' okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." She whispers, barely loud enough to hear.

"No, no, I don't believe ya. What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Tell me, I don't want you being upset."

"Eddie, am I pretty?" She asks, her voice trembling, tears in her eyes.

"Are you pretty? No. Are ya fuckin' stunnin' and gorgeous? Hell fuckin' yeah."

"I don't feel pretty..."

"You don't think you're pretty, 'cause you're not someone you'd be into. I am your type, right?"

"Yeah, I love you." She nods softly.

"You are my woman, I am your man. You don't have to love how you look, just be comfortable with who you are. I'll love your body, your mind, all of ya. You just stay with me, and let me love you,I'll be the one who adores you... Now smile, ya got me emotional." Eddie murmurs, wiping his eyes with his shirt.

Kirby buries her head in Eddie's neck, letting her sadness leave her body before pulling away, "I'm gonna go do my make-up again."

"This time around, take it all off, I wanna see my girl in her natural state."

"Yes sir, Mr Kingston." She jokes softly.

When Kirby returns from the bathroom, Eddie's got one of his hoodies and her pair of timbs in his hands, he nearly drops the items when he sees her.

"Woah, how the fuck do you go from a natural ten to a fuckin' nine?"

"Do you prefer the lack of makeup?"

"Prefer it? If I hadn't decided to take you out today, I'd be fuckin' ya 'till ya can't walk. Why do you cover up all of these beauty marks? And the freckles on your shoulders, why do you cover those up?"

"You are paying extra attention to detail?" She asks softly.

"Well, yeah, now I can see the details clearly. I'm not drunk or tired, or horny as fuck," He whispers, pulling her into a gentle kiss, "put these on, and we'll head out."

"One of your hoodies? I thought you didn't like anyone toughing your stuff."

"You said you like how I smell, so I thought this would be perfect, I have plenty more."

Kirby takes in the smell as she puts the hoodie on, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning, her senses full of Eddie's presence. It takes her a moment to remember how to tie her shoelaces, her mind still on Eddie. He wraps his arms around her waist from behind, kissing her neck.

Eddie spends the rest of the day, and the following three days, showing Kirby around Yonkers. Kirby arranges their flight and hotel, the couple flying back to Jacksonville, Florida on the 1st of September. Eddie and Kirby go right to bed after flying in, waking up on the 2nd in a mess of limbs.

"Morning, Kingy." Kirby murmurs as she wakes up.

"Good mornin', gorgeous." Eddie grumbles, pulling Kirby on top of him and into a lazy 'Good Morning' kiss.

"You want me to get you a coffee, Mr Loverman?"

"If you wouldn't mind, Doll, can ya pick me up a pack of-"

Kirby kisses Eddie softly, "I can get ya a pack of cigarettes, don't worry."

"You're such an angel." He whispers, resting his hands on her ass, grinding his groin against hers.

"Eddie, no, I have things to do today."

"Like what, what's more important than sex wit' ya fiancé?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Uhm, going to the gym, writing emails to people, doing some shopping for the house."

"Doin' some shopping for the house?"

"I'm not living in a blank white box forever, Eddie."

Eddie reluctantly lets Kirby get up, watching as she does her morning routine. Kirby gets dressed in front of him, in a short, mid-thigh tartan skit, a comfy orange sweater and a black button-up jacket.

"You look so fuckin' cute. Don't ruin it with makeup." Eddie half-groans half-yawns.

"Fine, I'll just put my mask and my timbs on, I was gonna put lipstick on, but nope, it's fine."

"A'ight, I get it. You can put some, and I mean some, makeup on."

Kirby blows a kiss to Eddie, grapping a lipstick from her bag, going back into the bathroom. She returns with her lips now a deep, chocolatey, shade of brown, she puts her mask and timbs on, standing up and being pulled into a hug by Eddie.

"I love ya, I put the can of mace in your bag, stay safe. Remember, two coffees, a pack of cigarettes, and maybe a box of con-"

Kirby kisses Eddie to shut him up, "I'm not getting condoms, you can survive without sex for a couple days."

"How am I supposed to do that, when you look so sexy?"

"Either get yourself off, or suffer. I'm not in the mood right now, Eddie."

"A'ight Ma, I'll suffer with my sexy-ass fiancée, bein' really fuckin' hot, not lettin' me rock her body." Eddie grumbles.

Kirby shakes her head, kissing Eddie one final time, grabbing her purse and leaving the room. She grabs Eddie's cigarettes first, also grabbing a box of nicotine patches, then getting him the first energy drink can she sees, paying for those items and heading to the local café. She pulls out her phone and calls Eddie.

"Hey beautiful, you at that café ya like?"

"Yeah, waiting for you, gonna get some work done while I wait. I got us some breakfast and coffee."

"I'll be there in a couple minutes, gotta call Ma first, tell her we got here okay."

"Tell Ruthie I say hi, and ask her to send me that really cute picture of you, Eric and Evan."

Eddie chuckles, "Okay, will do. Love ya, my gorgeous angel, see ya soon."

"Bye, handsome." She whispers as she hangs up, getting out her laptop and starting to work.

Around five minutes later, Eddie shows up carrying both his own and her gym bags. He sits across from her and sips his coffee, snapping his in front of her face to get her attention.

"Stop it," she grumbles, "I can't remember if Mike still has my posters or not. Fuck it, I'll call him later and ask."

"Hey Princess." Eddie smirks when Kirby looks at him.

"I got you some nicotine patches, and an energy drink." She murmurs, passing him the stuff she bought him.

"Thanks, I owe ya one."

"All you owe me is a weekend in Wales together."

"Deal, I'll give you a whole month in Wales if you want."

"As if either of us is gonna take a whole month off."

"You took a year off." He teases softly.

"For medical reasons." Kirby sticks her tongue out at Eddie.

Eddie chuckles, happily digging into the French toast Kirby bought him watching as Kirby works. Every so often she looks at him and sticks her tongue out, Eddie does the same in return, making each other smile softly. They leave after Eddie finishes his breakfast, heading to the gym and training with each other. After their workout, Kirby heads back to the hotel and Eddie heads off to the arena. She continues doing her work, going down her to-do list and crossing things off.

Kirby wakes up to the sound of the hotel room door opening, she checks the time on her phone '00:13 Wednesday, 3rd September' she looks over at the door and the shape in the doorway.

"Eddie?"

"Shit, I didn't mean to wake ya." Eddie whispers, closing the door behind himself.

"What kind of time do you call this?"

"'I should have called my girl and told her I'll be late' time?" He suggests.

"Yeah, a call or text would've been nice."

"I went out for drinks with Penta and lost track of time."

"You went out for drinks and didn't think to call me?" She raises an eyebrow in confusion.

Eddie gets undresses, only leaving on his white tank-top, and climbs into the bed next to Kirby. He smirks when he sees the underwear she has on, a see-through black lingerie set with a gap over her groin.

He pulls her onto his lap, kissing her deeply and slipping his tongue into her mouth, grinding his groin against hers.

"Were ya waiting for me?" He asks, whispering in her ear.

"I will always wait for you, Eddie, I even went out and got a box of condoms for you."

Eddie growls as he kisses Kirby roughly, pulling away to search for the box, slipping on a condom before sliding into Kirby. He shifts their position so he can pound her into the bed, growling as he makes her moan.

"So fuckin' pretty, every little thing about ya is heavenly, ya my little piece of heaven." He grunts watching as Kirby cums, continuing to pound into her.

"Oh fuck, Eddie." She whispers breathlessly.

"You may think ya ugly, but I see how pretty, not even pretty, how fuckin' hot you are." Eddie inhales sharply as he cums, sending Kirby over the edge for the second time, he pulls out and kisses her deeply.

"Eddie, Papi?"

"What's up, beautiful?"

"Do you wanna actually, you know, go through with your end of the deal?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie raises an eyebrow and smirks, "oh fuck yes."

Kirby's jaw drops slightly as she watches Eddie, moving at the quickest pace she's ever seen him at, chuck the condom in the bin and rush to pin Kirby to the bed.

"Woah, Eddie, slow and sensual. It's making a baby, not a fucking race."

Eddie rolls his eyes but does slow his pace, making out with Kirby as he makes love to her. He manages to last three minutes, finally cumming with a guttural growl.

"You truly are the sexiest man alive." Kirby whispers.

"You wanna go shower together?"

Kirby nods and lets Eddie lead her to the shower to freshen up, they fall asleep next to each other.

When Kirby wakes up later that morning, there's a 'to-go' cup of coffee on her bedside table, Eddie's left her a note on his pillow, she reads it and smiles.

'Gone to get us breakfast. If Moxley calls tell him to go fuck himself, he'll know why. You are the prettiest woman in the world. Never forget how much I love you. P.S I'm sorry if the coffee is cold when you wake up.'

Kirby drinks her coffee and does her morning routine, getting dressed in an all black outfit, plain black crop-top, black jeans, plain black dress shirt, her black timbs and a couple black bracelets. She smiles when the door opens, the smile quickly fading from her face.

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annaphoenix1994 · 2 years

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Masterlist:

Ain't Gonna Drown

"I'm bound for the broken promise land; To mend my demons and get back my upper hand."

"Ain't Gonna Drown" by Elle King

Corey's hands shook with anxiety against the steering wheel as he crossed the state line into North Dakota. Looking back at the child in the backseat of the car, he then felt guilty for the tears in her eyes and the scared look on her face. If he was really taking Michael Myers' daughter like Laurie said he was, then he knew he was dead eventually.

There was no way around it.

Sighing, he picked up his phone, dialing Laurie's number.

Ring...Ring...Ring-

"Yes?"

"Where do you want us to meet for dinner?" He asked, referring to the inconspicuous dialogue he and Laurie discussed in order to cover their tracks if their phone records ever got pulled.

She huffed on the other end, "The Allen's. I have to make a few more calls to get everyone together."

"Okay. I'm a few hours away. We won't have much time to get everything ready before the rest of us get here."

"I know."

Hanging up, he then looked back at the child in the back seat, "It's okay. I'm just taking you somewhere special."

"Am I going to see Uncle John?"

"Uh, yeah."

Ella clapped her hands, "Oh, yay! Are mommy and daddy coming too?"

"Sort of..."

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

After filing the missing persons report with the local police department, Michael stayed close to Mia's side. Almost too close as he wanted to be there to comfort her with every tear she shed. He couldn't help but blame himself for what happened, even though nobody expects to have your entire world taken in the comfort and safety of your own home.

Entering Ella's bedroom with a glass of water, Michael frowned at the sight before him: Mia going through Ella's clothes and favorite belongings.

The tears hadn't stopped rolling from her eyes since she had realized Ella had been kidnapped. Neither had Michael's — however his tears had dried and the only thing left on his face of sadness was his frown.

He set the glass of water aside before coming up behind her, hearing her whimpers muffled by the pajama shirt of Ella's being clutched to her chest. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his arms giving her something for her head to lean against. "I can't handle this, Michael. I should be out there looking for her-"

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault-"

"Don't you dare say that. It's not your fault."

"I was just trying to let her do things on her own," He sighed. "She wanted to feed Peanut on her own and show me how good she had been doing. I should've gone out there with her-"

"But you did what you felt was right. You just put it next to the round pen so that all she had to do was throw it in there. Nobody would've thought she could've been taken that quick."

"I should've known that sooner or later, this mess would've been brought back up. You got taken from me and now Ella. It all boils down to one person."

"Like I said before, if it's that Laurie woman, I'll kill her myself, Michael." She stated, now grabbing Ella's backpack in search of her hairbrush to provide a hair sample for the sheriff's department.

Michael sat on Ella's bed, frowning at the sight of her favorite blanket sitting next to her pillow as he watched Mia pull out the items in Ella's backpack: her hairbrush, favorite plush animal, and her toy wallet that held a dollar bill and the photo of Ella and Michael from her birthday.

Mia shed another tear at the sight of the photo before beginning to grab the stray hairs from Ella's hairbrush, accidentally pulling the base of the brush away from the rubber bristles, revealing the AirTag that had been hidden and dropping to the bed.

Michael and Mia both shared a look, "What is that?" He asked.

She hesitated a breath, "I-I don't know?" before picking it up, looking at the white disc that was intriguing to both Mia and Michael. She gasped, flipping it over to see the Apple logo. "It's a goddamn AirTag, Michael!"

"W-What does it do?" He asked.

"It's a fucking tracker, Michael. I should've known she would've tried to pull shit like this!"

"How are you so sure she did it?"

"Because I crossed paths with her when I was in Haddonfield. At the grocery store."

"What?"

"Yeah. Ella wanted to get a snack from the other check-out lane next to the one John and I were in and when I went to go and get her, I ran right into that bitch. When she exited the store I guess she was waiting on us or whatever because she had her phone out taking pictures of me — well, it better have been me instead of Ella, but either way I destroyed her phone."

Michael shook his head, "She definitely had something to do with it, then." He said, tightening his jaw at the small device in his hand, his fingers clamping over it as if he were going to crush it only for Mia to stop him. "Why not?"

"Because I can use it to my advantage somehow." She guessed, bringing out her phone to turn on the function Find My iPhone, the AirTag detection almost immediately popping up on the screen. "Fuck!" She shouted, seeing that the tag had been tracking her for a few days now. "It's been tracking me since October 17th, Michael. The same day I was at the store. Look!" She said, zooming in on the first pinged location on the map. "I don't know how she could've gotten the tag in her backpack. I didn't have any altercation with her long enough for her to- wait a minute!"

"What?"

"There was a guy who brought her backpack back to me when she left it on the floor in the next aisle. He was a younger man, but he physically had it. Maybe he's the one who planted it?"

"Maybe, but we need to figure out how to get her back."

Mia's suspicion had been confirmed after the AirTag detected near you notification had presented on her screen. Growling in frustration as she was not able to disable the AirTag without destroying it, she then saw a banner appear on her phone that stated:

The owner of this item will be able to see its location --

You are connecting to an item that's paired to someone else's Apple ID --

l***********icloud.com

"I'm turning this in to the police."

"What does it say?"

"It's got to be Laurie, Michael. I can't disable this AirTag because its owner can only see its live location. And look at this," She added, pointing to the email address that was associated with the Apple ID. "If you spell out her first and last name, it's the exact amount of stars. It's Laurie, Michael. We need to go back to Haddonfield."

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originalcrownnight · 2 years

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I'd love to be a minimalist the clean lines and space I like the look of, I can't live it though.

I'm not one of those who has to buy all new when the trends change I'm happy with hand me downs and of buying fairly low cost but essential furniture. Like a bookcase (of which a second may be needed soon), or a tv stand or desk those type of things. I'd love a coffee table but space is a premium and so a wooden stool does the trick for now and is easily moved.

As much as I don't follow trends I easily get bored by seeing the same decor and images around my home. I'm also very sentimental its taken 12 years to feel comfortable with the idea of throwing away a few items which I don't like, never liked or were broken that belonged to grand parents. For some items which need restoring that I like and have used and want to use I can't bring myself to take them to the store to be fixed as I don't want to be without them.

The other thing that prevents me from being a minimalist is the sheer amount of hobbies I have, from painting, photography, learning, sewing, reading. Incude my husbands hobbies filmmaking, gaming, reading, collecting Stephen King books (yes he reads them), music.

And we both enjoy cooking and baking so that also adds to the collections of stuff we have.

The minimalist lifestyle would not fit with the lifestyle we live and enjoy living. It just doesn't work for us.

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Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it.

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby.

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad.

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on.

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying.

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside.

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place.

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone).

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way.

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for.

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch.

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés.

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this.

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it.

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well.

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program.

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do.

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk.

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes.

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to.

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye).

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester.

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other.

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand.

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right.

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

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raynnawrites · 2 years

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Signed Love

Pairings: Erik Killmonger x Mute/Hard of hearing Black!Reader

Warnings: fluff, cursing.

Synopsis: Erik meets you, but T’Challa refuses to let you date him. Erik takes it as a little challenge.

A/N: Just a short one-shot, nothing serious.

“N’Jadaka, I’d like you to meet a dear friend of mine, Selene.” T’Challa introduced as you smiled and offered your hand.

“She is one of Shuri’s highest ranking engineers here and my personal assistant,” T’Challa continued proudly.

Erik shook hands in return and saw as you looked at T’Challa again. You tapped his shoulder, “I have to go back with Shuri, text me if you need anything.” You signed smoothly as you slowly began walking back down the hall.

T’Challa nodded and smiled softly, “very well.” Walking away, Erik raised a brow and followed his cousin.

“She deaf or mute?”

“She is mute and hard of hearing. She uses hearing aids.” T’Challa replied, seeing Erik look back to try and get a second glimpse of you.

“You like her?”

“Nah, but she fine as fuck. Might try an’ hit it.”

T’Challa chuckled, “yes, she is very beautiful indeed. But, I don’t think she would… involve herself with you.” he teased.

Erik snorted, “why’s that?”

“She has high standards and she is too intelligent to actually even think of you in the way you think of her.” T’Challa replied, his voice lowering and morphing into what Erik called his “King voice”.

“Respect Selene, N’Jadaka. Selene is no toy or piece of meat. She is my best friend and I will not tolerate any disrespect,” T’Challa spoke sternly, turning and facing his cousin. Erik raised a brow and a smirk began to spread.

“Just ‘cause I think she’s fine as fuck don’t mean I don’t respect her. That’s what you think of me? The fucking nerve, T’Challa.” Erik teased as he chuckled. T’Challa kept his stance.

“Fuck off, I won’t do anything to her.”

“You better. Now, here is your paperwork, make sure you submit these forms today. The Outreach Center work cannot be piled up.”

Erik got to work as his smirk never left. He looked forward to seeing you again.

Hours later, the sun was shining down on the Wakandan Kingdom as brightly as ever, making Erik wish he was still younger. On days like these he would be out and enjoying the day.

Having already sorted out the papers with their respective groups, his headache began to grow. Numbers wouldn’t add up, Tables missing from reports, economic activity would be questionable and his attempts on sorting out disputes with Elders was wearing down his and T’Challa’s patience. Mainly his, which was something he was trying to amplify as much as possible.

Slouching on his seat, Erik rubbed his eyes and groaned.

A blink from his beads gave him a short lived distraction from the digital chaos of his desk. He smirked and perked up. It was you.

Erik opened his door and tried to seem as busy as possible. Upon your entering, he looked at you and your curves.

“T’Challa requested confirmations about the new talon models and the new train system updates.” You signed as you placed down a folder on his desk, along with a pen.

“I’m ‘bout to send ‘em to him.” He spoke as he opened your folder and signed the necessary documents. Upon returning the items, Erik raised a brow.

“Wanna go out sometime? I could give you a tour of the palace.” Erik signed with a smug look to him. Proud he got a reaction out of you. You raised your brows.

“T’Challa already gave me a private tour of the palace. And you are far too busy to be thinking of me when your screen is about to blow with unfinished work. Thank you but no thank you, your highness.” You replied, smirking and walking out leaving Erik to his thoughts.

The royal only took this a slight challenge.

As night settled on the kingdom, Erik had finished his work and was currently relaxing in his room with his music on.

You were currently with T’Challa in his apartments as you usually were.

The King had offered you dinner and a possible movie night. Now dressed in comfortable clothes, joining him in his kitchen, your mind couldn’t help but to wander to Erik. T’Challa took notice of your lack of communication as he spoke and smirked.

“Selene!” He growled, seeing you jump and look at him, cluelessly.

“Selene, please do not tell me you have fallen for N’Jadaka.” He groaned as he sat next to you. You chuckled and sighed.

“I haven’t. But he seems interesting. He even signed a date offer.”

The monarch snorted, “Did you accept?” he asked you, curiosity and worry in his tone.

“No, I didn’t. But I might tease him. You can tell he has absolutely no patience. He’s fun to bother.”

“You are correct! But what did he tell you?” T’Challa asked as he poured your drink. You laughed and raised a brow.

“What? It is only for your protection…” T’Challa chuckled as he awaited your response. You playfully rolled your eyes and sighed.

“He offered to take me out sometime. He also offered to give me a tour of the palace.”

T’Challa raised both brows as he drank.

“I told him that you already gave me a private tour once and that he was far too busy to think of me.”

The King laughed and shook his head. “You have not lost your senses and for that I am grateful. Do what you want, but please, if anything happens, let me know right away.” He spoke, his demeanor changing.

“T’Challa, I’m a grown-ass woman.”

“I know that, Selene, but… N’Jadaka has a reputation with women you know I don’t like. It terrifies me that he hurts you or does something only he would do.” T’Challa replied once more, placing a hand on your own.

Sighing and smiling, you rested your head on his shoulder.

The King would always seek to protect you from everyone and everything, often forgetting you weren’t a helpless child. You deeply appreciated and thanked him for being such a good friend, but it saddened you.

“I’m starting to think you don’t think I’m capable of protecting myself.” You argued.

T’Challa gasped, “oh no! No, I-I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just… I only want you safe and with someone who can actually make you happy. I care about you, Selene. You know Erik hit his head as a child.”

You smiled at his slight confession, but smirked. “You hit your head too and here you are.”

“Don’t make me tell M’Baku you had a crush on him.”

“With all due respect, fuck you, your highness.”

T’Challa laughed loudly and shook his head.

“You seem to have a message…” he told you, raising a single brow. You huffed.

It was Erik.

“I really would like to know you better sometime. You seem like an interesting woman. I really could take you somewhere nice sometime if you gave me a chance. Just let me know, anytime you like.”

You read as you chuckled softly.

“I might just give him a chance.”

T’Challa sighed, “very well. Just take the taser Shuri upgraded. You will take a squadron of Dora and Royal Guard.”

You smacked T’Challa’s arm and shook your head at his antics.

Meanwhile, Erik was in his room anxiously waiting for your response.

“Okay. One date.” You replied.

Erik felt his face heat up.

“Cool. Let me know any day you got time.”

“Tomorrow after 3 p.m.” you responded, having T’Challa looking over your shoulder.

“Pick you up at 6?” He sent back.

“Perfect. Make sure T’Challa doesn’t see you.”

Erik could only smile and start to browse any restaurants you might like as he texted T’Challa.

“She agreed to a date. Fucking help.”

T’Challa looked at you and laughed.

“Be prepared for a nervous man.”

“I’ll be prepared for you and your squadron.”

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A/N: I’m very slowly coming back to writing. Thank all of you for your patience and support, truly. I will also be posting my masterlist as well!

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The Silent Treatment - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: slight angst, slice of life, crack(ish?), fluff, cursing

Summary: Bakugou is very much....an asshole. A shithead. A professional dick if you will. And Y/N, being his girlfriend is very much aware of that. So when he takes it too far, she has to make sure he learns his lesson.

A/N: just a quick lil cute thing, totally not spelled check

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Hey babe!” Bakugou said as he walked into the living room to find his girlfriend reading a book. He plopped down next to her and just relaxed in the feeling of the soft cushion. The little shit felt like messing with his girlfriend today.

Y/N had already been having a pissy day. After arguing with her boss, forgetting a few items back at the grocery store, and losing her new pair of headphones, she just wanted some peace with her cup of tea and a good book. Now, she has her loving boyfriend to comfort her as well. This day was surely taking a turn...right?

“Hi love, need something?” You asked calmly with the most melodic voice. Your voice. His favorite sound in the world. The sound of you just put a smile on his face which is a huge oxymoron to what this motherfucker is about to say.

“Nah, just wanted to talk to my princess,” he said while resting his head on your stomach, resting in between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist. You awed at him but didn’t notice his little devil smile. “I had the best dream last night.”

“About what Suki?” You asked while petting his soft hair.

“You.”

“Awweee,”

“Yeahhh. You went mute for the day. Fucking paradise.” Once the words left his mouth you stilled your actions and felt your eye twitch in annoyance. Your hand on his head stilled and slightly tugged at it. In any other circumstance, Bakugou would’ve groaned at the tug (kinky bastard) but he was too busy chuckling into your tummy.

You exhaled roughly through your nose and pushed Bakugou off of you in a very polite way. He rolled onto his back onto the actual couch and watched as you crossed your legs, close your book, and pick up your tea mug.

“Hmph!” Was all that you “said” as you tilted your nose to the air and walked away. Bakugou just snickered as you left. He thought it was adorable when you were mad over tiny inconveniences and thought it was hot as fuck when you were yelling at him, but today, you won’t be doing neither.

—

About 30 minutes had passed and Bakugou had awoken from his nap on the couch. He fell asleep after you walked away but now missed your touch. He sat up, stretched, and went to find you. He walked around the house until he spotted you relaxing in the jacuzzi in the backyard. He grinned at your relaxed look and went to change.

A few minutes later Bakugou had came out to join you in the hot tub. Your eyes were shut as you relaxed in the bubbling water, and so Bakugou was able to get in without being seen. He relaxed into the water as he scooted closer to you, eventually grabbing a hold of your waist.

“Hi baby,” he said as he attempted to place you in his lap but you looked at him with an unimpressed look as you scooted away. “Y/N?”

You grabbed your towel and stepped out of the tub. You wrapped yourself in the cloth as you walked back into the house, completely ignoring Bakugou as he spoke to you.

“Wha- you’re just gonna leave? I just got in with you,” he pouted. He opted to stay in the nice warm water for a bit but once you closed the door he groaned and sunk deeper into the water. He let the water go just above his mouth and right below his nose as he blew bubbles into the tub out of annoyance.

‘The fuck is up with her?’ He thought to himself.

—

Time passed and Bakugou came out the tub. He went back to his room to change into some gray sweats and a black long sleeve (and yes he pulled the sleeves up a bit because he knew you found it attractive and if y’all don’t, well I do).

He walked into the kitchen and spotted you seemingly eating dinner. He noticed a plate for him but kind of frowned at the fact that you didn’t wait for him. He saw you placed the plate on the other side of the island, far away from you, and so he pulled the plate over and took the seat next to you.

“Hey, princess? You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” He asked but you said nothing as you just ate in silence. “Silent treatment huh?” No words.

“Baby, is this about what I said? I was only kidding Y/N,” he said as he tried to wrap his arm around your waist but you pushed it off and he groaned. “Fine. Be that way, you’ll get over it. Come talk to me when you’re done acting like a brat.”

Bakugou just grunted as he ate his dinner in silence right next to you. You finished before him and walked away after you washed your dish and this time it was Bakugou who snubbed his nose in the air at you. If it was the silent treatment that you were gonna give then it was the silent treatment that you were gonna get....sorta.

—

“BABYYYY PLEASSEEEEE!!” He whined while poking at your leg. You were currently in your home office typing away at your computer doing work when Bakugou came in about 25 minutes after he finished his dinner. He couldn’t help himself. He missed you.

You continued to ignore Bakugou as he poked and shook you for attention. You gave him nothing all day and he was getting close to his limit. Please believe he wasn’t getting shit after that brat comment.

“Princessss, c’mon! It was a joke baby, let’s go to sleep, yeah?” He begged. You looked at him with a bored expression and saw his smile as you finally gave him something. You turned back to face your computer and his smile dropped again and was replaced with a scowl. “Y/N, I was just messing with you. I love the sound of your voice and I love you. So quit ignoring me and come give me love!” He demanded.

When he noticed you weren’t budging, he stood from his seat and pinched the bridge of his nose as he mentally counted.

‘1....2...3,’

He gave in and forcefully turned your chair and threw you over his shoulder. You didn’t speak to him but you squirmed and shook trying to get out of his grasp.

“Aye, aye,” he smacked your ass to get you to stop, “quit it. I’m tired, and I want sleep, and we both know I don’t sleep unless my teddy bear is with me, so shush.”

You looked at him when he told you to “shush.” As if you hadn’t been doing that all day. He just squinted his eyes as he knew what you were thinking. “You know what I mean shitty woman!”

Bakugou stormed into your shared bedroom and dropped you onto the mattress. You didn’t even try to run away. You had decided that, yes, you are indeed tired but you refused to give a certain blonde any attention. You stretched on the bed and Bakugou was in awe of your cute state but quickly snapped out of his trance when you turned on your side and gave him your back.

Bakugou got into bed along side you and scooted closer. He pressed himself against your back but once he made contact, you scooted farther away. And so, he scooted himself closer again but just like before, you scooted away. This went on about 2 more times before you scooted and fell off the bed.

“Y/N? You okay, love?” He asked as he looked down at you. You popped up from the floor, on your knees and grumbled to yourself as you vented quietly. You stood up and continued ranting as you tried to walk away to sleep on the couch but before you could get away from the king sized bed, Bakugou grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him. “Ignore me all you want but I’m not sleeping without my cuddles.”

You sighed as you gave in. You allowed him to hold you but you refused to speak. Bakugou rubbed circles onto your back as he inhaled your scent but he missed the sound of your voice. The sweet sound that was something similar to honey.

“Baby...I’m sorry.”

You looked at him when he apologized and raised your brow. A verbal, genuine, apology from Katsuki Bakugou? This you’ve gotta see.

“I know I shouldn’t have said that to you and even if I was only kidding......it was pretty fucking mean. ..But I hope you know I love the sound of your damn voice. I love you, dumbass. And I would never ask you to stay silent because....*sigh* ‘cuz your voice, you talking to me, you being with me, and just you in general keeps me sane. So I’m sorry. Okay? And I love you..” he said with a growing blush as he stared at you with a flustered face.

You smiled and went up to peck his lips and then give him a loving kiss. He jumped at the sudden contact but quickly melted into the kiss. He smiled as he finally got to revel in the sweet intimate moments like this. The sweet moments he’s been missing all day.

“I love you too Suki.” Oh how he craved to hear your voice. He loved the sweet sound and missed your loving tone. He pulled you in closer and just held you tight. He doesn’t plan on letting go.

“I’m so sorry. I will never make you upset like that ever again.” He bargained but you only shook your head.

“Katsuki, I was just messing with you today. I had an annoying day and that little joke just sent me over the edge but you know I never take your mean quips to heart. You’re rough around the edges but that’s just who you are and I don’t mind it. I love everything about you, even if you’re a jerk sometimes,” you teased and flicked at his nose. You giggled as he whined and tried to soothe the spot you hit. “You don’t have to censor yourself around me. Okay?”

Bakugou smiled even more. He loves you so damn much. Not only did you know he was just a little abrasive, but you accepted him for all his brunt behavior. You truly did love him. “Thanks princess,”

He sealed the deal with a sweet kiss to your temple as you giggled at the warm feeling of his soft lips. He pulled you down to his chest as you both cuddled up for the night. You sleeping is the only time Bakugou will ever be okay with you being silent. But never again will he ever allow himself to get the silent treatment.

A/N: Guys, I’m so sorry. I’ve been in such a slump and I feel like im reaching a writers block. It’s not even like I don’t have any ideas, I do! And I even have multiple unfinished pieces in my drafts but I just don’t have any motivation to finish :( sorry Cubs, don’t worry, I’ll try my best to finish them as quick as I can. Idk, should I take a break?

I’m already in the middle of a story and I don’t wanna leave those who are reading on a cliffhanger.

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