#also funny i named my mc that before i knew what was going down in the game. thats just what i picked before starting

[odysseys-blood]

i think its very fun to consider the mc as another king like obviously not the same way as the devil kings but in two ways: one being that you are the descendant of the wise king, solomon, and what he had has been inherited by you, but also as in the mc having rule over a very small, but wholly devoted kingdom.

and by that i mean minhyeok.

sure it was a kids game, him swearing his loyalty to you and you ordaining him as your knight, but that kids game became his reality. he is your only subject but he will never leave you. whatever he can do to protect you, he'll jump to it in a heartbeat even if in the end it costs him his life. but a king cannot be a king with no one to rule, which is why when it was your turn to save him there was no hesitation to literally make a deal with the devil to keep him alive. and he will wait as long as it takes until you return and he can be by your side again

[misc-obeyme]

OKAY So I've had an idea that could be either funny, angsty, or smutty depending on your mood. So imagine Mammon and MC had sex before Mammon became invested in them back when he was kind of a shit to them (I'm imagining the in original Obey Me timeline, not NB). Mammon didn't care much abt them so he was pretty selfish and it was kind of shit for MC... but imagine if it was MC's first time!

It could be funny if later they don't hold it against them and use it to tease him, could be angsty if they're upset abt it or it just kinda leads to them being uninterested in him, or could be smutty if they tell him he can have a second chance :D)

I just like to imagine all the ways this scenario could go lmao

NSFW MDNI

I feel like my response to this depends on whether or not Mammon knew it was MC's first time. Like to be fair, I'm pretty sure most first times aren't exactly a transcendent experience, but if he was aware of it and still didn't care, that's pretty bad. I could only go with angst for that scenario because any MC who would forgive him for that is a bigger person than I lol.

BUT I think the other two options could work if Mammon found out it was MC's first time later. Like he didn't know at the time, but then MC tells him in order to tease him and then also possibly elicit a second try? I think Mammon can be kind of oblivious in general, so it makes sense to me that he wouldn't even be aware of the fact that it was MC's first time. Uh oh. I actually like that idea. Oh what have you done, anon? Fine, fine, here's a drabble. I had to work really hard to keep it under 500 words and it's only missing that number by two.

It was a quiet night in the House of Lamentation while you watched Mammon counting the Grimm he had earned from his latest modeling gig. You were sitting next to him on the couch in his room and he seemed to almost forget that you were there. This gave you the chance to observe him, to watch how serious he became as he calculated his finances. A look that said he was focused only on his task.

It was a look you wished he had given you back then, when you found yourself beneath him.

You smirked, nudging him. "Hey. Remember that time we had sex?"

Mammon froze for a moment as a blush exploded across his face. He frowned and put down the Grimm he'd been counting.

"'Course I remember," he said, not looking at you.

You leaned toward him. "Did you know you're my first man in more ways than one?"

Mammon's eyes snapped to you. "W-what-? MC!"

You laughed at his dumbfounded expression.

"Why didn't ya tell me?!" he demanded, covering his face with his hands. "Damn it, I was such a jerk. How can ya even stand to be around me?"

You pulled his hands away from his face. "Don't say stuff like that. You sound like Levi."

Mammon still wouldn't look at you.

You turned his face so he would meet your eyes. "How about I give you a second chance?"

His expression became determined and he grabbed your hand in both of his. "You'd let me make it up to ya?"

You answered him with a kiss.

Mammon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap, his hands already beneath your shirt.

The kiss became hot and heavy so fast your head began to spin. You pulled away with a gasp and Mammon's lips fell to your neck. Then you felt yourself being lifted. He carried you over to his bed where he wasted no time removing your clothes and his.

Here you were again, beneath the Avatar of Greed. You looked up at him and your heart swelled when you saw that look of concentration, the glimmer of feeling in his eyes. You saw a demon who wanted nothing more than to take care of you, to do what he should have done back then.

That night, Mammon fucked you gentle and slow, taking his time and savoring every moment. You would never forget the sound of his moans mingled with yours, the way he listened to whatever you asked for, how he couldn't stop saying your name.

When you woke up in his arms, Mammon was watching your sleeping face. You blushed a little at the memory of the night you spent together.

"I'm sorry about back then, MC," he said quietly. "Did I… did I make it up to ya?"

You smiled at him. "Don't worry. I don't regret that you were my first man."

Mammon blushed furiously and then tried to hide it by kissing you.

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[mellowmagnolia]

Lol, just imagine Belphegor who develops a revenge kink. Revenge directed at him. Or more like degradation kink but with revenge as the main theme.

He wants MC to be brutal and unforgiving. To use him as their own personal toy. Use him as they please, when they please. Because now he will submit thanks to his guilt. He will show MC what a good boy he has become. That he is now docile and ready to do everything that's asked of him.

POV: Belphegor is eaten by guilt so much after what he's done to them that now after realizing the crush he's had on MC from their very first meeting he wants to be choked by them while they ride him.

Ahahaa I have so many scenarios in my head!

So below is some smut with AFAB/feminine reader, no/neutral pronouns + mommy kink so be warned 👋

Belphegor kept watching you from a safe distance ever since "the attic incident". You were reluctant to treat him like you did the others in fear of a reaction from him. Sure, everyone was supposed to make peace and move on, preferably forget what had happened. But both you and Belphegor knew that was easier said than done. The weeks following that chain of events, everyone seemed to be under the mutual agreement that no one will ever mention that again. Although the tension could be felt at mealtimes, or whenever you and Belphie were in the same room, no one seemed to let out a whisper of that day.

Belphegor felt like he was in a hell of his own making. He desperately wanted to get closer to you, but didn't know how. And he felt this pressure building up and not relenting in the slightest whenever another day has gone by without speaking to you. He really wanted to make amends. He wanted to explain to you how in a strange and ironic sort of way, he started liking you long before he did the unforgivable to you. Not even two encounters in, and he started feeling the tell tale sign of a crush developing.

He started to like your little talks. He started to look forward to them. Granted, there was not much to be done in the long breaks between your conversations, but that wasn't just boredom. No, he started to take notice of how your RAD uniform was hugging your figure. How your skirt rode up just slightly when you sat down so you could chill with him by the door. He loved your laugh whenever you recounted something funny that happened that day. He loved that you were genuine in wanting to help him and his family. So one would then naturally ask: what was he thinking when he strangled you if he already liked you?

Well, that's a little bit more complicated to try and explain for him. You see, he never expected you to be able to open that door. And as he was taking his usual nap, his dreams got interrupted by nightmares of the war. Then you came and interrupted those nightmares by calling his name. He was shocked to say the least. Waking up in a cold sweat, his eyes were fixed on you, and in an instant a wave of emotions came flooding. You were sweet, yes, but you were also a reminder of his cause of suffering. How could he start developing feelings for you? His head was spinning. He felt like he was betraying Lilith with his little crush. He felt like he was responsible for her death all over again.

And that was the moment he striked. Seeing red, his pulse was throbbing in his ears as his hands kept squeezing around your throat. He felt a crush, but he kept going. It's like his muscles were refusing to cooperate. His fingers kept themselves locked. And then he realized the noises you were making stopped. And that you sat there, limp, held up only by his hands. He felt his stomach drop and a cold sweat forming on his brow. Your mouth hung open and your lifeless eyes were staring at the ceiling. He couldn't process yet. He didn't want to admit he did that. Belphegor tossed your body down the stairs, where it landed with a loud thud. Footsteps came rushing in, all his brothers were coming in to see what caused the commotion.

The demon sat still, hearing little more than his own labored breath. He felt several pairs of eyes on him. It was fear and disbelief he was feeling. But he couldn't let that show. He needed to play it cool, perhaps that would help them forget about it faster. Here and there, between his own racing thoughts, he could hear his brothers addressing him. He put on his act, like he rehearsed in his head just a few seconds before, when his mind was going a mile a minute. He could hear Mammon sobbing. He had to say something. What came out of his mouth was not in accordance with his feelings. Not even a little. But he had to do this in hopes they'll forget, forget about MC and forget about the whole exchange program. For the best of all. And after a couple of minutes, which felt like an eternity of suffering and desperation, to the surprise of everyone, there you stood, alive and unharmed, next to the vanishing clone that Mammon was gripping in his arms.

Now Belphegor was at a loss on how to mend your relationship. He could start by trying to spend more time with you. Always with another brother of his nearby, though. He understood your reluctance. But he couldn't help but be a little selfish. He wanted you all to himself. He wanted to have a moment with you, one where he could pour his heart out to you and tell you how sorry he felt. But the timing was never right. And after several days of trying to control this pressure that was threatening to spill and make a mess, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

It was 1 a.m. and he chose to sleep in the attic that night, in hopes that the added peace of mind of a familiar place would lull him to sleep. That seemed to have the opposite effect. His mind refused to shut up, thoughts circling the same subject: you. With a huff, he got up and grabbed his favorite pillow. His feet seemed to lead him to your door. He chewed on his bottom lip. He knew this was not the best idea. It seemed like too much, too all of a sudden. Yet he couldn't stop his hand from reaching for your door handle and turning it.

As he half-opened the door to your bedroom, he could see the warm light of your bedside lamp contrasting with the blue light of your DDD, as you sat there, scrolling Devilgram. He cleared his throat. Your head turned abruptly in his direction, eyes widened in surprise. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He raised his left arm in a non-threatening manner and gave you a little awkward wave. You locked your DDD and sat upright.

"Belphegor? What's up?" You asked, eyebrows raised in concern. "Can't sleep?"

"Something like that..." Was his croaked out reply. Damn, he knew this was stupid. Yet he did it anyway. Typical.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that..." You continued, unsure. Frankly, you didn't know what to do in this scenario. You two have talked very little since the incident. Normally, if it were any other brother, you'd offer to keep them company, be it in your room or their own. But since this was Belphegor, you felt lost.

"Can I..." He started, hand nervously now fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Can we talk?"

That took you by surprise. You felt like this moment would eventually come, but you kept postponing the thought until later. Well, that moment came now and you felt unprepared for such a serious conversation. Yet, you gave a small smile and patted the top of your bedsheets.

"Yeah, sure. Take a seat!" Your tone sounded more cheerful than you have intended, especially given the subject of the conversation you're going to approach, and you felt like slapping yourself.

"Right." His gaze fell to the ground as he approached your bed with measured steps, carefully sitting down next to you. He only dared to take his eyes off your futon for a brief moment, to look into your eyes, and that was enough to knock the wind out of him. You looked at him with big, glossy eyes in anticipation of your talk. He took a sharp inhale in, playing with the zipper on his pillow cover.

"So", he sighed "I know I'm really bad at this, but, can we talk about what happened that day?" He held bis breath and felt his muscles tense awaiting your response.

"Sure. What about that day?" That question came out a little trembled. Shit. You had to be careful. Just the mere thought of that day made you want to cry. And you definitely didn't want to cry in front of him.

"I-I" he cleared his throat again. "I never really apologized to you. Like... properly. I'm sorry, MC. I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused you. I'm sorry for being so cruel and insensitive. I'm so ashamed of what I did a-and I don't know if I can ever make things right with you but I'd love to try!" Belphegor desperately let it all out in one breath. He felt like if you were to interrupt him, he could never manage to get it all out. He wanted to make sure you understood.

And all you did was twist your body so you could face him better. It was hard to keep your tears from spilling. But you refused to wipe your eyes unless absolutely necessary. You just looked in his eyes. And Belphie felt like breaking down in a million pieces. You looked so sad, so...betrayed by his past actions. He broke in a fit of sobs. Instinctively, your arms found their way around him. Squeezing him to your chest as you couldn't contain your tears anymore. You both sat there crying, shaking with your sobs. Belphie returned the embrace. He clung to you just like Mammon did after the incident. Oh, the irony, he thought. You were real, you were here and he was so, so sorry and so, so grateful that Barbatos found a loophole to bring you back to life so he has the chance to apologize and repent.

After a while, you both loosened your grip on each other and made eye contact. Belphegor felt so vulnerable now, still in your arms, forehead lifted from its place at your chest to meet your eyes. You felt a tenderness towards him come over you at that moment. He looked so small and fragile compared to the big bad demon who haunted your nightmares. You wiped his left cheek with your thumb and gave him a shaky smile. And he didn't know what came over him in that moment. He set his palms down by your sides and lifted his head so his lips could kiss yours. Your eyes widened in shock but soon enough you found yourself melting into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He felt emboldened, deepening the kiss. And you felt the same, bringing one hand to close around the hairs at his nape and slowly, gently, pushing him down so he could lay on his backside. You straddled his lap to break your fall and broke the kiss in the process.

"Please" he spoke, through pants "Please punish me. Take your revenge on me!" His whispers were breathless and desperate, his chest rising and falling rapidly, heartbeat in his ears as blood was violently rushing to his face.

You felt a bit taken by surprise by his request. But you were willing to oblige, albeit you didn't know how to start your "punishment".

"If that's what you wish..." you trailed off as you raised his shirt, exposing his nipples. You started kissing him again, now with more fervor, and he happily returned your kisses, letting you take control with your tongue. You started becoming aware of his growing erection as you bucked your hips into him and his breath hitched, making a small noise. You found that cute and endearing, so you kept kissing him lower and lower down his jaw, towards his neck, licking at his pulsing jugular all while keeping the friction between your bodies going. His breathing grew more and more laboured, on the verge of moaning.

It felt surreal to you. As if the roles were reversed and this time you were the predator and he was the prey. At last, your lips reached his left nipple, giving it a gentle suck and a lick. His hips spine curled and his hips bucked into you.

"Ah, yes mommy!" For a moment, everything seemed to screech to a halt. Your eyes snapped to his and all you could hear was both of your ragged breaths. He felt like dying inside. It was too early for that, he knew it, but his horny mouth seemed to have a mind of its own at this point. Instead, you smirked and started kissing lower down his belly, following his happy trail to his now tenting pants. You gently lifted the elastic and removed both the pyjama pants and his boxers in one go.

He felt so sensitive, that just being exposed to the air made his cock twitch. But he was grateful his earlier slip up didn't seem to ruin the mood. Now your wet mouth started exploring his length, beginning from a kiss to the tip and a lick to his underside. Then, carefully holding him from the base with your hand, you took him gently in your mouth. Belphie already felt like fireworks were going off behind his eyelids as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You prepped him like this, sucking him off for a while, and when you felt satisfied, you took your mouth off him and just when the demon felt like missing the loss of your mouth, he felt you position your slick hole above him. He sat there wordless, holding his breath as you started to push him into your entrance. It felt like pure bliss. Your warm walls embraced his length and gave him a squeeze when he was up to the hilt.

"Good boy!" You praised and he felt his cock twitch again, feeling like he's ready to burst from those two words alone. Then you started moving slowly, gently lifting off his lap and moving your hips in circles when you had him fully inside. The pleasure was dizzying. He felt his hands jump to your hips and he thrust upwards. A little surprised, high pitched moan came out of your mouth. He did that again, only to ellicit the same response. Then again, until he eventually found a rhythm, making you bounce on his lap. You were too far gone to say anything anymore. His thrusts hit your spongy spot so well, that it made you wish the sex would never end.

In a sudden movement, he took a hold of you and spun you so that you were the one now lying on their back. His cock still inside you, he took the time to admire you and brush his fingers over your nipples through the soft fabric of your nightshirt, only to lift it up and latch his mouth around a breast, while the other hand was occupied with gently twisting your nipple. Your spine arched into his mouth.

"I'll make you feel so good, mommy!" It came out a little muffled since he wasn't willing to let go of your breast to speak. He started thrusting again, and you felt him so deep you could swear his tip was kissing your cervix. You could only moan and grab a hold of his horns in response, pulling at his hair in the process. Wait, when did he transform? It didn't matter now, all you could focus on was indeed how good he was making you feel.

"I'll be your obedient lapdog, mommy! I'll be your living dildo, whatever you please. So please, please forgive me!" His dirty talk made your mind reel. You never thought he'd be capable of uttering these words. Especially to you. But it made your stomach flutter at the thought of him wanting to be forgiven so bad he'd degrade himself like that. And to be frank, you were kind of digging it. Before you could give it more thought, you found yourself speaking as well.

"Yes baby, fuck mommy just like that!" That seemed to be all he needed to keep going with renewed vigor, making your walls clench as his thumb started to rub circles on your clit. You couldn't hold your orgasm much longer and Belphegor felt that in the tighening around his cock. With a sudden powerful thrust, you were sent over the edge as your hole started fluttering around his length, which is all Belphegor needed to spill inside of you as well. He let himself fall to your side, your sticky bodies locking in an embrace, the only sounds in the room being your labored breaths as you were trying to recover. Maybe Belphie's new kink was something you could work with.

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And that's it folks. Couldn't bring myself to make MC actually degrade him but I think I made Belphie compensate for that though. Hope you enjoyed it ;P

[raffe156]

You Broken?

Pairing - Price X Female OC “Tank”

Summary - Angst, haha this is where it all starts an the story behind the matching scars. 

A/N - This is based around the first games missions it all kicks off haha so before Ghost and Soap so it's just MC, Kyle, Price, Farah and Alex in this one. No smut things are implied but nothing nsfw haha

ULF - Urzikstan Liberation Force

Laswell is a bit of a bitch in this game also telling John no a lot of time, like really give the man his airstrike woman or I will! 

Going to be slowly nudging this story line into my Mc codename “Tank” I know its not sexy etc but who cares these days! It’s based around my Name being Tiger and the Tiger Tank was one of the most feared Tanks during WW2 nearly unstoppable, but it wasn’t without its flaws and needed constant maintenance (Don’t we all) so yeh it's a bit long, but as always comments and feedback welcome

Warnings - Angst. Language, Age gap Price (39) reader (25), Mutual Pining, Violence, Weapons war/fighting stuff basically, Fluff

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters- Only Tank

Sakhra, Uzikstan, Embassy Compound armory

“I think I’m missing an ammo pack?… You got a spare Tank?” - Kyle asked patting himself down, you removed one ammo pack and handed it to him.

“It probably went missing when you two fell out the Helo”- Price grumbled. You looked at him in disbelief. He continued to pack hits kit.

“When we fell out? You fell out first? It was hit…I just about got my rappel connected!” - You tried to control your temper, but he wasn’t listening to you just continued to pack and plan. Something was wrong; you could feel it in your gut. Was he mad that you didn’t act fast enough to connect to the line or that Kyle risked his life by pulling you onto his as the helicopter spun out? You didn't know, but what you did know was that you would go mad before you knew why…

Price knew he was being harsh, but he was annoyed more so at himself than you, he knew he should have double-checked you were connected in, but you always snapped at him when he did. “You don't check Kyle!” He heard it ring in his ears.

He should have just checked and taken the tongue-lashing later. The one time he didn’t check was the time the helo gets hit by a strike…fuck he could have lost both of you…He zoned back in you were still banging around, packing your kit and loading your vest with flash-bangs. Price notices that one of your glow sticks has been damaged and is leaking green liquid down your pants, you must have touched it as you now have green marks all over your face. He could feel a slight smirk pull at his mouth. You snap your head up at him, oh if looks could kill he’d be dead and buried.

“What’s funny? You finally lost your mind old man?” - You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, but you were mad. The old man hit him more than it should, but to you, he probably is an old man. He was 15 years your senior. He had already served a year in the army when you were fresh out of your mother's womb, but why did it hurt him to hear you say it out loud?

“Old man, eh?…” - he laughed, and you felt a shudder crawl up your spine and over your scalp. He was laughing at you, you thought.

“Yeh, old man! You are always on at me for this and that I don't even know what I've done wrong half the time! But that before, with the helo being shot down I didn't know I wasn't connected in right…you usually always double-check me…I was lucky that it held and Kyle gripped me to his!” - You slammed your fist on the desk, your eyes pricking slightly. Price looked incensed; his neck was red, his eyes boring into you. He was livid.

“YEH wanna know why I always check you're connected in right!? Coz I'm your fucking Captain and I don't know what I’d do if anything happened to you……” - Price was right in your face and as the words sunk he corrected himself.

“If anything happened to you or Kyle…I'm your Captain your BOTH my responsibility…whether you like it or not! I should have checked you were connected in, right that's on me” - He backed up, returning to his kit.

Why do you always get him like this? You were shocked at his admission, he's mad because he thinks it's his fault for not checking your line. You searched his face for more, the pit in your stomach pulling you in on yourself with guilt. The silence was broken by Alex handing you a tissue.

“You have glow stick on your face…”- He looked over at Price who was still looking over maps and his kit. You had almost forgotten about the three other people in the room, all three of them looking at you and Price. Your little domestic. Your Captain admitting he cares.

“Parents eh?” - Alex gave you a sympathetic look. Kyle laughed.

“The way these two bicker it's more like an old married couple…sometimes…” - He stopped as you shot him a dirty look. You tried to wipe the glow stick off your face but the tissue was rough and dry it wouldn’t budge.

“Here…use this to wet it, should come right off” - Price handed you a bottle of water. His tone was off, the pit sinking you in deeper.

“Thanks…” - You took it your fingers resting on his for a second too long, but he didn't pull away he simply looked at you, his eyes crinkling slightly with a small smile. You returned it. There, a silent “all forgiven, all forgotten” you had lost count of how many you two had shared.

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Darus, Urzikstan

Price wasn't sure about you going with Alex and Farah to sit outpost on the Highway of Death as Farah had called it, he wanted you clearing house in the town with him where he could keep an eye on you. But Farah had reassured him she would keep you “safe” not that she thought you needed it, she took every opportunity to recruit you to the ULF, and Price answered for you every time with a “NO, Farah”, she still tried it though.

“I will keep her with me John no need to worry about your little Tank she is more than capable of looking after herself” - Farah patted the older man on the shoulder. She sensed something more but decided not to pry. He reluctantly let you go. He knew Farah was right; he didn't need to worry about you, so why did he? You waved at him from the back of the pickup, but before he could wave back, you had turned your head to Alex, laughing at something he had said. Smug git, he thought. Was he jealous?

“Boss, you ready? Wheels up in 2” - Kyle shouted over, Price made a mental note to ask you later what was so funny. Until then, he had to get his head in the game.

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Highway of Death

You waved at Price. He hadn’t wanted you to go with Alex and Farah, and you knew why, You, him and Kyle worked well, effective as he put it, but you knew Farah needed your demolition skills with some of the charge rig ups so you volunteered. He wasn't happy about it but he couldn't exactly say no he had more than enough help with Kyle and Team Bravo. As you waved, Alex started laughing at you.

“You look like a kid on their first trip to summer camp saying bye to their parents!” - He was rolling up a cigarette, laughing as he licked it shut. You laughed at the thought, you turned to see if Price was waving back, but he had turned his back.

“He did wave back I saw him” - Farah patted your knee, she could see it comforted you to know. You smiled back at her.

“He is a good man, Tank. I trust him with my life…that is why I have promised to keep you safe and return you to him, as I fear if I do not, he will cut that life short” - She gently nudged you and you simply nodded with a smile.

“He’d say the same to you about Kyle, his other golden child” - You laugh, trying to ease the insinuation in her statement.

“Maybe you are right, but I don't think he sees you as his child. I think he sees you as something more” - Her words sink into you and she realizes she has completely fogged your mind.

“But what do I know eh? I’ve been out here fighting for my country don’t listen to me” - She put her hand out for Alex’s lit cigarette. Alex was just as confused as you and handed it over, blowing the smoke out his nose. You needed to think clearly. Price was just worried because this whole thing was a shit show and he was a man of habit. He liked you and Kyle at his side, that was all.

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Things had gone south fast not only was Farah’s own brother the one who stole the Russian Gas but you were now dragging yourself to the bunker, the gas creeping into your lungs, choking you, ripping at your throat. Where was Price? He had radioed, saying he was 5 mins away. It was Alex that pulled you in pushing a Gas mask over your face it was useless some of the gas had already gotten in.

“Breathe Tank breathe…Shit!” - He was trying to keep you conscious while also trying to stay upright himself. You spotted Farah on the ground, and you gave Alex a look of panic.

“She’s fine…she breathing…your hyperventilating though you need to take slow deep breaths please or else Price will have my head on a stake…” - Alex guided you to take deep breaths with him, you tried but your body was fighting you with every intake of breath. Your hands balled up into fists on Alex’s chest, Fuck you were panicking, spiraling out of control where was Price? You couldn't get a handle on your breathing, your brain going static, you couldn't keep your eyes open, but then you noticed a shift in the light behind Alex. You felt yourself being pulled forward into someone’s body, the gas mask being ripped off, hands on either side of your face, the bump of a forehead hitting yours.

“Breath, for me please on my count 1…2…3…” - Price had you now guiding you back from the edge. With the few sharp breaths you took, you could smell him, Kerosene, cigars and warm sand…his presence guided you back, his blue eyes never leaving yours, your lungs were on fire but your breathing was somewhat back to normal, heart rate still high though Price could tell his hands slipped down to your pulse point.

“You broken? Had me worried there for a sec…” - He feigned a smile for you, but he was reeling inside. He still had you pressed forehead to forehead so you were a little blurry to him but he could see the relief in your eyes.

“No not broken…I'm good now your here…Thanks, Cap…”- Your voice burned but you needed to get the words out, you needed to tell him you were grateful, that you needed him, that you never wanted to leave his side again. But thanks, Cap was all you could manage.

He sat there with your for a few moments longer than needed, but he knew you needed it. He Promised himself he wasn't letting you go from his side again.

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Barkov’s Chemical Factory,

Borjomi, Georgia

You had pushed yourselves to the main pipeline and fought through heavy resistance, you were now here ready to plant the charges, you could taste the end, and you were where you need to be right next to your Captain, but it wasn't over, not yet, you stood watch over the stairwell that lead up to the location you had cleared house, but some stragglers always remain. You glanced over at Price. He was handing Kyle the remaining two charges. He clocked you looking over and winked.

******

Kyle had asked you back at base about your plans when the job was done. You had noticed Price listening in on your conversation.

“Don’t know might go see my family, not really thought about it, you?” - You were being truthful. You hadn’t thought about what you were going to do.

“You should head my way, your only a 3hr drive away…you could get the train or I could come pick you up…both of you…take you for a pint some lunch, get you two city kids out into the country haha” - Price didn't look over at you, instead, he inspected his zippo lighter it wouldn't spark, he also was regretting the invitation immediately why would they want to come spend time with him out in the sticks, when they both had families and friends to see maybe partners who missed them.

He knew Kyle was speaking to some girl from Essex, but he had never actually asked you if you had anyone and to be fair it wasn't his place to ask, who was he kidding, of course, you did he wasn't a fool he noticed how people acted around you…those poor Marines back at the US embassy,one of them dropped his radio at the sight of you, when you picked it up and handed it to him flashing a smile, your best smile Price half expected the Marines head to fall off!

Of course you had someone.

“Yeh ok, I’d like that actually, will have to look at train times…but I'm up for that” - You meant it. Price was stunned.

“Yeh we should make a weekend of it Boss, sure you’ve got a spare room, if not me and you can top and tail and Tank can take the couch!” - Kyle was laughing at the thought.

“Or you two can take the couch I'll have the Captain's bed!”- you were mocking Kyle's laugh. It was a four-bed house but the image of you in his bed flashed across Price’s mind. You tangled up in his sheets, messy hair, sleepy eyes, a croaky “Good mornin” and that little half smile you give when you haven’t had enough kip. He blinked it away but stored it for later.

“What about that girl your seeing from Essex?” - the question was loaded. Price hoped it got him the answer he wanted from you.

“Nah she’ll be ok…what about you? you got anyone waiting by the window?” - Kyle looked over at you smirking. He knew the answer was No.

“Very funny Kyle…but no the only person waiting for me by the window will be the family dog!” - You threw your gloves at him. Price was shocked you were single, He didn't have chance to comment as you and Kyle where now planning the entire weekend at his place between you.

“Wait, did you say you would drive up to get us? I'm down south?…” - Kyle was doing the miles in his head.

“Well then you can get the train Garrick, I'm only up the road” - You glanced over at Price who was just happy you were both up for it.

“You two sort it out amongst yourselves, I'm only picking one of you up and if I'm honest Kyle I think it's not gonna be you!” - Price chuckled. His lighter finally sparked to life. He heard your little laugh at the small victory.

“Yeh nice one boss, good luck with a 3-hour road trip with this one, I bet you £20 you leave her on the hard shoulder of the M60 after 1 hour” - Kyle was smirking at you now.

“Nice try, Kyle, I'm a fantastic road trip partner, don’t worry, Boss I've got better taste in music than Kyle and better snack options. You won't regret your choice” - You saluted him laughing, giving him your best smile.

“Well, as long as you don't get car sick and don't mind me smoking in the car, we are good” - He saluted you back and winked. It made your heart skip a beat. You were looking forward to it. You really were.

******

“Nearly finished over here Tank” - Price walked over to you, you had your back to him. He was about 2 feet away when he saw the glint in the distance then the red dot on his chest. Before he could react, you had reached back to shove him out of the way, the bullet ripped through your chest and into his shoulder. As he fell back, he tried to reach out to you to pull you down and into him, but you had fallen to the left.

“NO NO NO TANK! KYLE GET DOWN! WATCHER 1 WE NEED EVAC NOW! SNIPER…NORTH EAST…TANK IS DOWN I REPEAT TANK IS DOWN!” - Price was shouting down the comms, Kyle took cover behind one of the vents, he aimed with his Uzi, bang.

“Sniper down, Captain…We need to move, charges are set…” - Kyle made his way over, Price was already up on his feet, making his way to you, his right arm stiff and refusing to cooperate, but it didn't stop him from pulling you up and into him. What had you done, you stupid girl?

“Kate, we need immediate evac, Tank is down,  unconscious…I can't…” - Price was almost pleading with Laswell.

“…No can do John, can't get a bird in the air near those charges…can't risk it…you need to get her down to base level we’ll have medic evac waiting…I'm sorry, John” - Kyle could hear the regret in her voice and felt the anger and desperation rolling off Price.

”FUCK……Speak to me Tank…please…can you hear me?” - He was desperately searching for an answer from you any sign you could hear him. He had all but forgotten his own wound instead looking over your shoulder a clean shot, good that would heal ok. Kyle applied pressure to it for him, he touched the back of your head it was damp and sticky. Shit.

You felt cold, numb, but suddenly you felt an immense pressure on your body, you were moving, there the pressure was coming from your chest and head, you were being held tight to someone, you tried to flutter your eyes open a flash of blue, then white then back to black. The smell of Gun oil and tobacco filled your nose. Price. He was close, did he have hold of you? Was he ok?

“Kid, please open your eyes again…look at me…we are getting you back to base I just need you to tell me you can hear me…I promise you're going to be ok I'm going to make sure of it…” - His voice was strained. You remember what happened now…you noticed the shooter seen the red dot and that it wasn't on you. You knew Price was standing behind you, it was on him the shot was meant for him. You didn't even think. You just shoved him out of the way. You could hear Kyle, his voice was soft, but he wasn't talking to you. He was talking to Price, reassuring him, consoling him.

“Cap, we need to get her moved, these charges need to go off also, your bleeding a lot boss…Tank would kill me if she woke up only to find out I’d let you bleed out…” - Kyle patted him on the back, helping him move you into Kyle’s arms.

“Easy with her Kyle…We’re getting you out of here kid…I won't let anything happen to you…I promise…” -Price squeezed your hand his face lighting up when your squeezed it back.

“I know…Cap…does this mean…I get your bed…when we come round?” - You gave him a weak smile. It was all he needed.

“Kid if you make it out of this and back to me you can have the whole house” - Price let out a sigh of relief only letting go of your hand when Kyle turned to make his way down the stairs with you. Price followed.

——————————————————

Base camp Med wing, Urzikstan

Price hadn’t left your side, Kyle had to force him to get his shoulder seen to, but he insisted they check him over in the same room as you stating it would be easier and less combative. Price never took his eyes off your monitor.

“She’s going to be fine Captain Price, a full recovery, bright young thing like her she will bounce right back…you are more than welcome to stay here with her but she is heavily sedated” - The Doctor gave you the once over before leaving Price.

He adjusted the sling his right arm was in, he would wear it till you woke up, he knew you would go mad if he didn't. Price looked at your face, you looked so small in the bed. You were covered in wires. The sooner you were out the better, he thought, he ran his hand over his beard. He knew you were sedated and probably on another planet, but he still spoke to you as if you could hear him.

“I know this great little pub up in the hills near me, cracking views I know you're going to love it kid…” - Price smiled, he leaned over you kissing the top of your head. He sat himself down in the chair by your bedside, pulling his hat down over his eyes. 5 mins he’ll give himself then he’ll check on you again. He could rest easy knowing you were where you belonged at his side.

[garbinge]

The Long Game

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Day 29 these April Prompts: “Deep Breaths”

Summary: You contemplated (overthink) the news you have to tell Din as he walks you home. 

A/N: This is the start of a larger multi-chap (a theme I have LOL) not sure when I’ll get to posting more parts. I also haven’t watched s3 yet (I know I know, I’m waiting for my partner to catch up on Boba Fett so we can watch together!!!) but this is a little AU from the canon plot anyways. Also in this fic, the Mandalorian code has some stuff about marriage and love in it. Just to add some dramatic effect. First time writing for Din, I hope to get more comfortable as I write more!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of pregnancy, anxiety/panic attack, overthinking, stress. 

Mando Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics​

Your nerves were starting to manifest into bile in your throat. You stared at the back of the helmet of the man you had been sleeping with for, well, years at this point, and yet you were nervous. 

“Din.” You said at a mumble, part of you hoping maybe he didn’t hear you and you could call this an attempt and try again tomorrow. 

“Yea?” He turned to look at you. Now his visor was staring directly at you, and even though his eyes weren’t visible you felt them burning into your own. 

It was a scene that was familiar to you, you'd pretty much seen it everyday, and when he was away on a bounty hunt, it was something you truthfully missed. The dark sky with bright stars, the low lighting of the town since everything had closed and the cantina was usually one of the last things to shut down every night here in Nevarro. But the vision of him standing there to walk you home was comforting, or at least, it had been before you had news to share with him. 

“Walkin’ me home?” You took a deep breath, the first of many, and stepped towards him, not letting your eyes move from where you assumed his were. 

“Of course.” His helmet rasped. You weren’t sure if the helmet altered his voice to sound like that or if that was just how he spoke since he’d never taken it off in front of you. Honoring his code despite the situation you two had. That’s when you started to spiral in your head. You never even saw this man’s face. You were lucky to have his bare hands touch you, in intimate situations as well as not. You knew his full name, but that was after months of him visiting you on Tatooine. Suddenly, the bile that had settled for a moment was rising, the thought that you might not really have known this man was eating at you and you were getting overwhelmed. Breathing was becoming hard, your chest felt like there was a bantha sitting on you. But something cut through the noise. 

“Take a deep breath, what’s going on?” 

Din was now standing in front of you, and his gloved hands were lightly touching your shoulders, in an attempt to ground you without being too forceful. It was something you never told him calmed you but just something he picked up on from knowing you. Right, knowing you. Din knew you. You knew Din. You might not have known his face but you knew him. His intentions. His life. His personality. 

You inhaled and let your shoulders rise, his hands not removing themselves as you did. 

“I’m good.” You kept your reply simple as you nodded your head forward to show you wanted to start walking.

He didn’t question any more, his hands dropped and he walked alongside of you on the path that began your journey home. Another amazing thing about Din, he didn’t push.

“Do you remember when we first met?” You looked up at the sky almost like you could envision that moment entirely right there. 

A chuckle left Din’s helmet. “Do I?” His boots crunched on the pavement as he walked. “I have a permanent scar to remember it forever.” 

“Sorry.” You smiled and looked over at him. “You're my best friend, you know?” You said after a long pause. 

“We’ve known each other for a long time.” Din agreed in his own way. 

It was funny, because he was right. You did know each other for a really long time. But yet, you never established any definition of the relationship you had. He visited you frequently on Tatooine when he was there for work. He brought you with him to Nevarro when your house burned down on Tatooine, he walked you home every night, you two started fooling around somewhere in the midst of all that and you never established any ground rules or titles, except you hid the intimacy from everyone. You understood the Mandalorian code, and you knew how much Din honored that. You didn’t argue it because well, it's part of what made him, him. 

In the years you’ve known Din and been sleeping with him, he’d gone away on hunts and he never questioned what you did when he was gone or vice versa. You picked up business as usual when he came back. You never did anything, although you did flirt with people at the bar, even when he was back, it was how you made a decent living and you thought he knew that but as the news you had to share with him right now mulled in your head you started to wonder if he truly did. 

Maybe he did keep warm bodies around when he was away. Maybe even more than that, and this was just what it was, friends with benefits. But could you even call it that? Friends? Benefits? Especially now? Then you remembered you just called him your best friend. Probably for the first time, or was it? Why was it such a big deal you hide whatever this was from everyone? They knew you two hung out? Oh, right, Mandalorian code, that calmed you down for a minute, but then the next thought funneled in. Well, there had to be a work around with that? He couldn’t have been the first Mandalorian to fall in love? Fall in love? Who were you kidding, you didn’t even know if calling him your best friend was appropriate and now you’re assuming he’s in love? Maybe you thought that because YOU felt that. Holy shit, were you in love with a Mandalorian? Your next thought shook you to your core. Not just a Mandalorian but YOUR Mando. Your Mando? Again the man who you couldn’t even call your best friend without going into an overthinking spiral? Your stomach turned. There it was that bile again. Making its way up your throat.

“I have to tell you something.” You blurted out, getting overwhelmed by your own thoughts. 

Din said nothing and stared at you waiting for you to say something. 

You stared at him, and for some reason, pushed all your thoughts aside. It was what you did every time you spent time with him, it was what you did to put you in this situation so it would have to work to let it out. You took one last deep breath before speaking. 

“I’m pregnant.”

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Ikegen - Yoritomo - Night attendant event

warning: NSFW, don't interact minors

the event name is this one -> 夜伽契約～過激に寵愛されて～

Bruh I was expecting sth completely different ahahah

I thought yoritomo's story was going to be fucking savage and they were going to fuck nonstop, but that was not the case 🙃

Actually, yoritomo was really sweet to MC (although obviously he did make her suffer from anticipation in some moments)

The plot was interesting. MC is an apothecary and she works for a lord who requested her to make a poison to kill someone. But MC refused.

Then the lord locked her up. While he was nagging that she fucked up his plans, he decided to offer her to yoritomo as a 'gift'. If she does her job as a night attendant well, he will free her.

Later, we see her already in Yoritomo's room. He was kind to her since the beginning. He was amused to see her reactions each time he kissed her lips or earlobes. MC didn't know what was going to happen to her, but she had sth to say to Yoritomo. She didn't know if he'd believe in a night attendant, but she tried anyway.

She told him her lord was maybe doing something illegal. Yoritomo told her he invited her to this room because he knew she was hiding something. He let her tell her story, but at the same time, while she was trying to explain the situation, he kept touching her boobs and neck. He was having such a good time hahahahahaha

MC managed to concentrate to finish her story. She told him that her lord was maybe committing fraud. Probably that was affecting the shogunate. But it was never clear to me what was the real connection between the shogunate and MC's lord. Yoritomo told her he couldn't do much yet cuz he needed more pieces of evidence to confirm what she just told him.

Shogun told her he'll keep her as his night attendant for the time being because if he gives her back to her lord, he might punish her or something. MC was happy to see that she was safe for now and that he believed in her story. I don't think they had sex that night tho.

On the next day, Yoritomo told her the good news. He talked to her lord and lied that she did a terrific job last night so he wanted to keep her a little longer hahahahha. I wonder if he actually said that or if he was just teasing her to see her reaction lmaoo

According to him, the lord has some servants in the palace right now, so they need to pretend they are having a good time as the servants supposedly are hearing their convo right now (he whispered that to her).

Then he tells her to fake some moans ahhahahahaha. His face asking this was so funny. Why he is like that? My taste for men is questionable

MC moaned last night when he was touching her but it seemed very realistic hhahahah

But she is not in the mood, you know? lol So he stimulates her by touching her body. Then she proceeds to do her 'fake moans' to his delight. He made sure to tell her that her 'acting' was really good

I deadass think he was lying here when he said there were servants listening to them, but who cares? I loved it. Want more of that.

A few days passed. MC's lord invited her for a chat. He wants to know if she said something she was not supposed to. When she asked what exactly he was talking about, he pinned her down saying that he can't understand how someone like her could caught shogun's attention.

Yoritomo slammed the door once he heard her screams asking for help. He said he was not an idiot to allow his woman to visit her lord alone. Also, while they were in the lord's place, he gathered enough evidence to condemn him for fraud.

I love that in this part she questions herself if Yoritomo was acting or not. I can't blame her cuz in several occasions in this event I was not sure either if he was just playing games or if he was being honest. But in this moment I can guarantee he was worried about her a lot.

PREMIUM

MC is once again in Yoritomo's room. She asks him if this is going to be their last night together as Yoritomo said before she would be free once this was over.

He tells her once again that he likes her a lot. She has a good heart and he is not bored when she is around. I thought Yoritomo got a liking to her so fast in this event XD

The shogun asks her if she wants to be his mistress. She accepts it.

I didn't read the sweet/normal yet. Need more points :D

[sinni-ok-sessi]

Fic writer interview

Tagged by @bitterflames, thank you!

How many works do you have on AO3? 21, a number that surprises me every time by being both more and fewer than I think it should be

What’s your total AO3 word count? 186, 378 (again, feels like this is both way too many words and also not as many as it ought to be)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Moonlight as My Guide (The Untamed) The Naming of Small Things (The Untamed) Continuing Professional Development (The Magnus Archives) Noli me tangere (The Magnus Archives) Spin Me Right Round (The Untamed)

Nothing suprising here, given the ridiculous size of those two fandoms, but I am always charmed by the love CPD gets, given it's mostly me making jokes about a librarianship conference I went to once

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Aaaagh, I wish I did? I'm bad at thinking of things to say! I think I do better at responding in small fandoms where I know/know of most of the commenters and 'thank you for being on this small liferaft with me' feels like an appropriate sentiment

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I don't really do angst-angst, but The Winding Roads They Led Me Here is probably the most obviously not-a-happy-ending thing I've written?

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? I am surveying my corpus and learning that wow, I write a not inconsiderable number of things about learning to live when you don't really want to? Shan't be analysing that too closely, tyvm, but I do remain pleased with the way And Green the Ground Below and Breathe In For Luck came out. For sheer straightforward glee at the ending, it's gotta be never knew a part of you / you didn't set in ink

Do you write crossovers? No, I imagine crossovers at great length and then make no moves towards writing anything down (see: the sprawling Nirvana in Fire/Vorkosigan series Entity that gets passed around between me and several friends, which consists entirely of one of us going 'hey have you thought about if X met Y?' and then yelling about that for several hours straight)

Have you ever received hate on a fic? lol, only from the one person who told me 'toxic xiyao' was ruining MaMG, which is very funny to me because that's kind of the point in that fic

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yeahhhh but I find it very difficult. A long, hard process, in fact. As for 'what kind', uh, mutually obsessive D/s dynamics pretty much covers it, I think

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah! Someone on Wattpad was translating MaMG into Spanish, though idk how far they got

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No because I am very secretive about showing people my writing until it's 'presentable' and I think that would kill me

What’s your all-time favorite ship? [Douglas Richardson voice] Sir is fickle and changeable [/Douglas Richardson voice], but I think the ship I have spent longest actively contemplating is proooobably MCS/Jingyan?

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? All of themmmmmmm. (No, I would really like to do more with the Langya Hall prequel fic, but I think it's currently beyond my confidence as a writer so...)

What are your writing strengths? Fraught conversations and minute observations of body language, my beloved

What are your writing weaknesses? Plot? I don't know her. Pacing? A distant acquaintance at best

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I doubt I ever would, because I'm not confident in the spoken forms of any language I quote-unquote 'know', and I also find the 'multilingual character uses non-English endearments for their beloved' trope to be...a little painful, but I'm not averse to the idea on principle, though I suspect it requires more skill than people generally think to pull it off well

What was the first fandom you wrote for? hhhhh fucking. Sherlock Holmes (ACD stories), I think. Maybe the Psmith books by PG Wodehouse? I think it's for the best that the fic I wrote as a teen is marooned somewhere on LJ

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? I'm not going to do it, because it involves way too much compartmentalising not to set off my RPF squick, but god those sad boat men from The Terror are compelling and would bring me nicely back into my wheelhouse of repressed Victorians and also the Navy (I think I never actually finished writing anything for the Hornblower fandom back in the day, but my god it was not for lack of trying)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? usually my most recent fic tbh (in this case, Make A Mercy Out of Me, which is, uh, unrepentant Disguiser smut and therefore of interest to like. three people worldwide, but that's fine)

tagging: @tallangrycockatiel, @goingsparebutwithprecision and anyone else who's interested and hasn't already been tagged

[spacentimecreature]

for fanfic emoji ask:

😅, 🥺, 🤡, 😈, 🛒, ❌, 💞, 🧠, 🤩?

😅 whats a story or a scene you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

iugh.... good question..... OH!!! my first big wip, a wolf's magic- the LI, mountain, and MC, sky (this was BEFORE i started calling myself sky 🔫) had a simba and nala tumble down a hill which is both cute and makes me wanna explode. like... that whole chapter, kind of. ^^

🥺 is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fail to put you in your feels?

when the layers are pulled away and youre left being vulnerable with someone youre close to- a rival, a friend, a lover, a sibling, anyone you could be arguably close to. that and whenever i write my characters being playful/catty with each other!

🤡 funny scene:

I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS ONE!!! MAH BAD!!!!!

sfdm is such. a god damn blast to read and write. specifically there's one back and forth where Mikey is holding the kids and Donnie immediately assumes he somehow procreated. cracked me tf up

i have a future scene in tsos where grimmkid sets someone on fire and everyone freaks out (karen complaining and 'omg im so sorry about my kid' to 'flare set them on fire again')

😈 has there ever been a moment in one of your stories where you've been playfully mean?

heh. yeah. sfdm, tsos, and warmblood have moments like this? in defense of warmblood, though, its alllllll gonna lead somewhere eventually :]

🛒 what are some common themes you incorporate into your fics?

I lost a lot of my family members in really quick succession so a lot of my works now are often tinged with grief and regret, I've noticed. In all of them, there's some interpersonal conflict between characters that I always plan on resolving at some point. I like character studies!

❌ whats a trope you will never write?

Misunderstandings, the kind that last an entire fic :| simply Speak to the Person you Imbecile.

💞 who's your comfort character?

great question! wish i knew! honestly ik what a blorbo is but im nooot 100% sure on a comfort character - do you just think about them when youre sad?? or do you squish and squeeze them like a blorbo?

🧠 give me a character and I'll give you a headcanon.

where's the character silly?

Hm. HMMMM. From the HK fandom: ghost (the character you play as) has a secret name they refer to themselves as, but they also roll with ghost because honestly? so many ppl already call them that. sure. why not

🤩 what's your favorite character to write?

Grimmchild (to be renamed), because they think like I do (jumping from topic to topic and going on tangents), Raph from ROTTMNT (eldest child 🤜🤛 with not bad but not great parents), annnnnnd I think I'd really like to write Shae since she's like. a butch nerd. (im butch leaning nerd)

[beyondthegame]

hi mila!!! if i remember correctly, e is also friends with n so i’m curious. what’s their dynamic like with the four ros??? i cant stop imagining them being the little shit (affectionate) kind of friend 😭

Omg, I think about all their dynamics on a regular basis and you’re right, E is a little shit and they will love that you said that <3

Soo, E and Cypress — became friends because of Cypress playing for Inter City, and E’s dad absolutely adored Cypress as a player.

They met at the training centre cafeteria one day and Cypress was all.. ‘resting bitch face’ and E slipped into the seat across from them and said, “my dad seems to really like you and you’re threatening my position as his favourite human being. So, what’s so special about you, de Vera?”

And that actually got Cypress smiling. Fast forward a few years and they would definitely call one another each other’s closest friends, they go to each other for advice, they’re vulnerable around each other sometimes, E regularly pisses Cypress off — lovely dynamic! And Cypress’s siblings see E as an aunt/uncle/cousin figure which is cute because they listen to E’s music… to Cypress’s dismay when it comes to the explicit stuff.

When the media coverage gets E stressed out, Cypress (and L) are usually the first to message them to ensure they have someone familiar and comforting to talk to.

—

E and L — soo E met L around the same time they met Cypress, but becoming friends with L was a lot easier than Cypress because… L’s just more open to friendship, haha. Backstory: but Cypress was originally captain of Inter City, then they retired and then L became captain and L really struggled with feeling like they had to live up to Cypress’s legacy and E found out.

E was definitely a great motivator for L and said, “there are 11 players on a pitch and you were the one that got named captain, L. You’re fine and brilliant as you are, you’re more than capable.”

E and L have their serious moments, but their friendship is very teasing and fun and they’ve been linked together by the media as being a couple, which they will laugh and deny every time because… just… no, haha. Purely platonic <3

For those romancing L, I do see L running to E when they’re having their bi-panic and going all, “omg… I LIKE MY TEAMMATE WHAT DO I DO?!”

And at first E was going to make a joke or something, and then they take a step back and go, “look, not everything needs a label just… feel and enjoy it.” — yay, matchmaker E <3

—

For what I have planned at the moment, the mc actually meets E before Milan does. But when E and Milan are acquainted, I think it’s a whole load of fan-girling over each other.

E would say, “I watched your last match on tv, and I watched the one before that live.”

And Milan’s like “no way, where did you sit? Next time you come to one you can sit in my players’ box.”

And then the subject of conversation changes to E’s music and Milan’s all, “it’s criminal that you didn’t win a Grammy for your last album.”

They’d briefly mention/talk about the mc too: Milan’s friendship with them, how much E’s dad likes them, how well they’re doing in football terms etc.

It’s definitely a developing friendship that’s going to blossom between E and Milan.

—

E and N, based on football, is a friendship that shouldn’t even exist. E then entered their ‘Wild Ace’ era, tried not to care what anyone thought about them, and went to a party they were invited to. A party where they knew they’d bump into A.C. United players because… if the media are going to talk about you, then give them something fun like a rivalry to talk about :)

So then E met N, and it was funny because N was all ‘arched brow, drink in hand, looking E up and down’ like, “should you be talking to me?”

“Technically, no. Which is exactly why I’m going to,” E said with a sweet smile. And N literally turns to walk away lol and then E rolls their eyes and says, “don’t make me beg and serenade you, N.”

So at this point N takes a swig of their drink and looks back at E and asks, “why do you even want to talk to me?”

“Scandal, mostly. But, come on, I don’t bite. I might even help you get that chip off your shoulder.”

N grimaces. “I don’t have a chip on my shoulder.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Fast forward two years, and to E’s shock, N actually regularly stays in contact. They meet up for coffee, speak on the phone, text etc.

And every time E’s dad says, “you’re fraternising with the enemy!” E smiles.

—

Bonus:

E and romanced mc. From E’s perspective, their views on love and relationships is very complex. You can have love (e.g., platonic) without a relationship, and relationships without love — and E believes that you’re lucky if you manage to get both at the same time with one person.

They’ve only experienced that with one person (maybe two), but now they’re single it makes E think, “how real was it? and if it was real, why didn’t it work? and am I ever really going to feel like that again?”

So when E meets the mc, their mind doesn’t immediately go to thinking about a relationship or a one-night stand because upon meeting someone they like forming emotional connections. They definitely think the mc is good-looking though, this is canon no matter what.

But yeah, for E their romance route is full of surprises, both for them and the reader because E knows what it’s like to be in love and if they start to feel it again they have the option of feeling or pressing the self-destruct button… and that scares them a lot more than they’re willing to admit.

[poisonouswritings]

hiii so I have been thinking about this a lot, what would the reaction of M3 ( + whoever you want tbh, if you decide to add more ) be if they learn what MC had a pet on Earth with the exact same name as LIs ( or not only LIs ) and that pet also acts like them a lot? The pet was named before meeting LIs I mean, so its not named after them. so like how would MC introduce their pet to their LI? how would they live together?

what made me think about it is the fact that I got my cat before I knew about last legacy. cats name is Felix and after I thought about it he does act similar to the LL Felix (my love i miss him so much where is he). except all the reading and talking of course, my cat can't do that, unfortunately or not. "Felix, meet Felix. And Felix, meet Felix". that sounds silly but it is definitely what I would say.

also one of my online friends has a hamster named sage and they don't know about LL so that has been on my mind even more because. it is funny. sage the catman and sage the hamster (tiny).

sadly, no anisas were found by me...

I'd appreciate it if kept the cat as a pet for MC whos LI is Felix if you fid this request but its not necessary!

this is kind of a lot, sorry for rambling. hope you have a great day!

Man I've had this in my inbox for ages I am so sorry but I'm doing it now so there's that

Felix Escellun

Since Felix has had Stella (and to a lesser extent, Sage), he's already used to dealing with cats and stray fur.

Maybe your cat can't read, but he can certainly lounge around on Felix's lap, tangled up in the blankets, snoozing as Felix reads his romance novels out loud. Sometimes you'll be in the other room and hear him taper off and kinda go 'oh... Ooooh....' and then you hear your cat start meowing and Felix going 'No I absolutely cannot read this out loud!! You shall simply have to experience it for yourself later. I assure you it shall be well worth the wait' and then your cat kinda gives this resigned purr and you're just dying

You can also find them sleeping on the couch together, human Felix laying on his stomach and snoring and cat Felix laying on human Felix's butt and snoring

Cat Felix trying to find birds for Fe to taxidermy? Watching Felix go about his work? Perhaps has a little pile of dead bugs?

Anisa Anka

Let's say you have.. a... rat!

Anisa watches Ratatouille and becomes convinced your rat can cook... tries to let Rat!Annie help her make food by picking spices. It doesn't go well. Please have a fire extinguisher on hand.

Absolutely loves building mazes for your rat. Doesn't give her too many treats but usually has an extra one or two in her pocket. Speaking of, loves carrying your rat in her pocket. Sometimes Anisa sets up an obstacle course for herself alongside the rat one and they race. Winner gets a kiss from you and also a snacc

You know how when you tickle rats they can actually laugh? Anisa is fascinated. Rat!Annie squeaks up a storm. And when you tickle Anisa her fur goes all poofy and she also starts squealing.

Sage Lesath

While having a hamster would be funny, I'm gonna say you have a dog. But like a pomeranian so it's this little white ball of fluff.

Both very cuddly,,, both very loud,,,,, both very easily distracted by birds,,,,

Your dog is nosing you for attention so you lean down and you're like 'Awww Sage!! Who's my good little boy?' and Sage just appears out of nowhere to bop his head against your arm because He Wants Headpats Too >:(

Actually that happens a lot. You're combing Cat!Sage's hair and your dog comes over and starts barking because He Needs To Be Groomed Right This Second ! ! ! The two are constantly vying for your attention. Will growl/snap at each other sometimes. You can keep them in control with a few stern words. Then they both do the sad eyes/whimper thing. Puppies. Dorks.

Go to the park,,, play fetch,,,, they both go running off after the frisbee,,,,,

Both insist on sleeping in your bed. Your dog will frequently try to crawl in between you two to get ultimate cuddles.

Sage would try dog food, probably. Just out of curiosity. He ends up liking it.

[fateinthestars]

Star Crossed Myth Advent Calendar Fanfic: Day Nine - Christmas Calamity (Ichthys/MC)

(Twenty-Four days of Star Crossed Myth Flash Fics using this prompt list)

Title: Day Nine - Christmas Calamity

Pairing: Ichthys/MC (MC's name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Characters: Ichthys, MC, Dui

Word Count: 1,099

Rating: T

Prompt: "Pressing their face into the other’s neck, hiding from the world"

Summary: After Dui notices an incident at the Planetarium, Ichthys goes to check on MC - dragging Dui with him.

A/N: I said Flash Fiction Ichthys! ("It's fiiiine")

Day Nine: Christmas Calamity (Ichthys/MC)

“Ichthys!”

Ichthys bit his lip as he glanced over to Dui, worried that the other was going to tell him that Zyglavis or Scorpio were looking for him, but the look on his best friend’s face seemed more worried than it would if this was either just about work or anger over a prank.

Rather than running off like he had been planning, he moved quickly over to the other. “What’s wrong?”

Dui averted his gaze. “... It’s ___ . I’ve dealt with the culprit, but…”

His eyes lighting up blue with shock, Ichthys grabbed Dui’s arm with a scowl. “Tell me on the way!” He insisted, snapping his fingers before the other could protest.

***

They arrived at the Planetarium a little bit later. Ichthys had at least thought not to teleport them directly there where people were more likely to see them. From what Dui had told him, someone had decided to vandalise the Christmas decorations. 

Ichthys frowned in annoyance, with a hand on his hip, as he took a look at the scene in front of him now he was in the lobby: the ceiling decorations had been pulled down and torn to shreds, and they’d clearly fed the Christmas tree something that made it lose all its pine needles.

Did someone think this was funny? If it was supposed to be a prank even he couldn’t get behind this, not least because he knew ___ had been in charge of sorting out the decorations this year. She’d been so excited a few days ago, in fact he’d even helped her cut out some paper snowflakes, and now everything was ruined.

It was then that he looked towards the desk and saw ___ sitting with her head in her hands as Hiyori looked awkwardly on.

Forcing a smile, Ichthys hurried over to them. “Hiyori! It’s been a while, huh? What on Earth happened here?”

Hiyori managed a small smile of her own, relieved to see him. “Someone decided to destroy the decorations… we might be able to find some replacements but…”

“This was a personal display,” Ichthys finished with understanding. “Where’s everyone else?”

“When we saw the state of the decorations in here and how it was upsetting the children, the director took all the customers back into the projecting room for another show. We need to at least tidy up, but…”

Ichthys bit his lip as she glanced towards ___ . He then forced a grin. “Go see whether the director needs any help, I’ve got this.”

“What are you going to do?”

“It’s fiiine. Don’t worry about that. My friend and I can sort this!”

Hiyori looked over to where Dui was still awkwardly standing. “Well if you’re sure…”

“Of course I’m sure!” Ichthys replied, smiling reassuringly. He then guided her towards the projecting room door. “Now get going!”

Once she had finally gone, Ichthys moved behind ___ and put his hands over her own so that he was also covering her eyes. “Guess who!”

“Ichthys…” ___ murmured, unable to stop a small laugh from escaping her lips, even if it was a rather distressed one. As he removed his hands, she moved her own and looked up at him with a teary smile. “I heard you talking to Hiyori and my eyes were already covered… what exactly were you trying to do?”

“Make you laugh,” Ichthys replied with a gentle smile. “And it sorta worked, didn’t it?”

___ wiped at her eyes and tried to smile back, but didn’t really succeed. “What are you doing here?”

As Ichthys seemed reluctant to give that an answer, Dui headed over to them. “Because I saw this in the reflecting pool. The culprit has been dealt with.”

Swallowing hard, ___ tried to calm down. “Thank you…”

“If I’d been here maybe I could have stopped this though,” Ichthys muttered, frowning. “This jerk must really hate Christmas. All your work…”

___ got to her feet this time and looked around again with a sigh. “I should get to tidying this away… probably no time to get anything else right now but can’t have the kids upset again.” Bending down to pick up the nearest torn decorations, she choked back another sob. “... Oh. Our snowflakes…”

“___,” Ichthys snapped firmly.

Frowning, ___ got back to her feet and turned to look at him, but instead found herself being held tightly in his arms. Clinging to him tightly, she buried her face in his neck, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm down. 

“How long have we got?” Ichthys asked her.

“Till the show is over you mean? Well if the director wanted to give us time to tidy… I guess he would have opted for at least 90 minutes… so there should still be an hour left… why?”

Ichthys put a hand on the back of her head, and squeezed her gently with his other arm. “Because I don’t want to cause you complicated questions. Dui?”

“Got it,” Dui replied in understanding, before snapping his fingers.

When ___ finally moved her head away from Ichthys, she glanced around the lobby and her eyes widened. “This is…”

“I hope it’s alright,” Dui muttered awkwardly. He’d summoned some new decorations from examples he had seen before in a magazine.

Ichthys turned to look at them himself now and grinned. “Thanks, Dui. ___, I know this doesn’t have the personal touch, but…”

___ however was now smiling. “The customers will be overjoyed with this sight though. I’d never have been able to do anything like this. The cleanup would likely have taken all the time…” she then glanced at the clock. “Hey, maybe we even have time to make some more snowflakes?”

“Count me in!” Ichthys replied enthusiastically, smiling brightly. 

Dui, however, was frowning with worry. “Zyglavis will be wondering where you have got to…”

“Dui… come on now! I can’t leave ___ in distress like this!”

___ sighed softly. “I’m fine now. Really. You both came down here without permission? Maybe you better get back…”

“It’ll be fiiine. You’ll cover for me, right, Dui?”

Sighing heavily, Dui forced a smile at ___ . “I’ll be going then. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” ___ responded back, before the other left.

Ichthys then grabbed her hand and dragged her back over to the front desk, snapping his fingers and making some shiny paper and two pairs of scissors appear. “Let’s make as many decorations as we can!”

Picking up one pair of scissors and starting to fold and cut a piece of paper, ___ smiled brightly at him. “Ichthys… Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[yukidragon]

How bout  this, If joseph have someone cared for him since his childhood, which is past! Mc and they're his childhood friend but also turned into a lover in the past?

Sadly Past!mc also died by an accident after joseph's death, What would Jack or Jacktor reacts the person who freed him in VHS Tape is his old lover from the past, but they were reincarnated and he realized about what happened to them (Mc), they maybe looked like them, but modern version of them.

What’s interesting is that I mentioned toying with this scenario in my first headcanon post for SDJ. I’m still torn about whether I’ll actually use it in Sunshine in Hell, but you know what? I think I’ll take your ask as an opportunity to expand and play with the idea here.

If Alice had a past life self, I would give her the name of Mary. I don’t have a solid idea in mind for her surname, so let’s go with Phoenix as the surname because why not?

As an aside, what’s funny is that the reason why I chose the name Mary was not because it’s famously paired with Joseph in the bible, but because of the literary reference to Alice in Wonderland. The white rabbit mistakes that Alice for Mary Ann, which felt like a fun nod in a reincarnation storyline. It was only after I chose the name that I realized it fit because of Joseph’s name too. Funny how things work out like that sometimes.

Anyway, there are some differences between Alice and Mary, mostly the influence of external factors such as being born to different families. However, due to the supernatural nature of reincarnation, there would be strong similarities between them, such as features in her face and her general figure. Mary also has the same unnamed illness that Alice suffers from in the present, but, unfortunately for her, it would be decades before anyone can give it a name and a treatment...

You know, I think it would be fun to show how similar yet slightly different Mary would be with a little picture edit.

The main difference in their appearance is that Mary doesn’t have albinism like Alice does. I kept debating on her eye color, but ultimately decided to keep it the same. As they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul after all...

A quick heads up before I continue - this headcanon ramble includes mention of bullying, unhealthy family dynamics, suicide, murder, fatal illnesses, and other such heavy topics. If you’re not in the headspace for such things, feel free to give the rest of this post a skip. Remember, Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack is for Adults Only.

Mary has a lot of traits that Alice possesses, regardless of the lifetime, such as being a very quiet child and needing to learn how to speak up more. However, Alice’s family is a lot more warm and loving than Mary’s. There’s no Honey Bunny to help her to learn how to express herself. This leads her to being a bullied outcast with her peers in both lifetimes.

What also doesn’t change in her kind heart. Joseph was the school trouble maker, already acting out when young to get attention, though mostly as the class clown. This led to him getting injured often. (To say nothing of what might be going on at his home...) Despite being socially awkward, Mary was the type of kid who dropped whatever she was doing to help other kids who got injured on the playground at recess. This is how the two of them met.

Joseph climbed on top of playground equipment in an unsafe way and wound up falling down. Some kids laughed and at him, others were horrified. Mary ran over to help him walk to the nurse’s office. Despite being a short person and not that strong, she still helped him hobble the way there. Fortunately, he got off easy with only a few scrapes and a sprained ankle.

On the way to the office, they learned each other’s names. They were vaguely aware of each other before then, Joseph knowing Mary as “the quiet girl” who faded in the background in class, while Mary knew Joseph as the class clown and mischief maker.

Joseph sought Mary out after that, showing off to her and others. Whenever he got injured, she would help him to the nurse, and he would lean against her more often than he needed to. She was just so warm. Eventually they became close enough that she gained the courage to scold him for his reckless stunts, letting him know that it made her sad to see him get injured.

It was the first time Joseph felt like someone meant it when they said they cared about him. When Mary timidly asked if he wanted to be friends, he eagerly accepted.

After that, the pair spent practically every day together. They visited each other’s houses and found that their living situations were not quite sunshine and rainbows. Joseph’s parents didn’t want to bother with him or any of his friends. They paid lip service to being parents, leaving him to his own devices as though he was a non-entity.

Mary’s parents paid a bit too much attention to her relationship with Joseph. After finding out that the class trouble maker had befriended their daughter, they heavily discouraged the friendship. The family was pretty well off, but also very strict and controlling. They felt she could do better than someone worthless like him.

Being ever the troublemaker, Joseph would circumvent Mary’s parents’ rules, often sneaking into her bedroom through her window despite the fact that her room was on the second floor.

(Yes I’m doing an Our Life reference, what of it.)

Much like in present day as Alice, Mary was the target for bullies due to her timid and kind nature. Fortunately, Joseph wasn’t about to stand for that, and he got into more than a few scrapes to defend her. It also led to him getting detention. Mary felt guilty for it, but Joseph would just give her a smile and say it was worth it, especially since she would stay behind and keep him company whenever the teachers would overlook her joining him.

It was the start of their tween to teenage years that was a time for change, both good and bad. Joseph and Mary had a crush on each other and were going through that awkward phase of not knowing what to do about their feelings, being afraid to ruin their friendship.

This was also the time when Mary’s illness started rearing its head. She always got sick more easily than other kids, but this time it got to the point of hospital visits and constantly visiting various doctors. It cut into the time she and Joseph spent together and was a time for extreme stress. He snuck into her room more often to see her during this time, especially on days when she didn’t come to school.

On one of those evenings that Joseph came knocking on Mary’s window, he found her crying in her bed. The reason why was because of a visit to the doctor earlier that day. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with her, despite countless tests and troubling results, and the one she saw that day said there was a chance she wouldn’t make it to adulthood.

It was terrifying, heartbreaking. Joseph held onto Mary as if she would disappear, feeling as powerless as he did about his parents not loving him. Why was the world trying to take away the one person who cared about him? Mary didn’t deserve to suffer like this... He insisted the doctor was an idiot who didn’t know what they were talking about. They don’t know what’s wrong, so they shouldn’t say shit like this. They were wrong.

They had to be.

For a while Joseph held Mary as she cried out all her feelings, and he cried with her. She appreciated him so much in that moment, and with the fear she had that her time was limited, she got the courage to admit that she liked him.

It was a strong whiplash in mood, but even still, Joseph was elated by her confession. He admitted he felt the same way about Mary, and they secretly became a couple. Her parents would never approve, but they didn’t care.

Joseph became a lot more protective over Mary after that. He would more easily lash out at anyone who did anything remotely bad to her. Unfortunately, his antics over the years didn’t exactly garner him much positive attention from their peers, and she was the easy target as a means to rile him up. This led to more conflicts at school.

The months before high school started was when everything changed for the worse. Mary’s parents caught Joseph sneaking into her bedroom. This led to a furious explosion of anger and a forceful separation, with a threat of cops being called. Bars were put on her window to keep “intruders” out after that and between this incident and her serious health issues, she was put in home schooling.

Joseph didn’t take it well. He begged his parents for help, but they ignored him, as always. They didn’t want to bother, dismissing his feelings about the matter, telling him to “just make new friends” with no real interest in “teenage drama.” He shouldn’t be sneaking into a girl’s bedroom anyway. What if he got her pregnant?

Feeling helpless, hopeless, and like the world was unjust and cold, Joseph said “fuck it” and acted out more. This time he wasn’t defending his friend or clowning around in class, he was actively picking fights. It was like other kids were having friends to spite him. They didn’t care that he was there. They didn’t care that Mary was gone. The teachers didn’t care. The parents didn’t care.

Disgrace to the class, worthless, a burden... these were thrown at Joseph, and he would flip others off. He would say nasty things right back to twist the knife in people, making more than one classmate run off crying. If the world wasn’t going to care about him, then he wasn’t going to care about them, anyone. He started smoking and got tattoos despite his young age, fully embracing teenage rebellion.

Joseph targeted certain students more than others. One of them was a bully who had been particularly cruel to Mary when they were younger. By this point, the tables had been turned, and he was the one doing the bullying.

Joseph knew it was wrong. He knew he was no better than them for being this way. He just didn’t care. It was just one of the few things that left him feeling a little less empty.

Though Mary was gone, she wasn’t totally forgotten. A rumor started. No one knew where it came from. Perhaps it came from those who knew how close she and Joseph were, and her absence and his anger made them jump to the wrong conclusion. Perhaps it came from someone who knew it would hurt him to hear it. Perhaps it came from a more official source... but in any case it still had the same devastating impact.

When Joseph heard the rumor that Mary had died from her illness, he refused to believe it. Despite the threats of getting the cops called on him, he pounded on the door to her house, not caring if her parents yelled and cursed at him as long as they told him she was okay...

The people who came to the door were not Mary’s parents. The Phoenix family had moved away.

Mary was gone, like she never existed. Nothing was left behind of her, not even a note telling him goodbye. Joseph didn’t even know if she was alive or dead. No one knew where she and her family went, or if they knew, they weren’t telling him.

Joseph lashed out at the world even harder after that. He didn’t care what others thought about him. He didn’t care that he was hurting others and “ruining his future” as his teachers would say. He felt like he had nothing left to lose at this point.

But he was wrong.

One day at lunch, a solemn announcement came over the PA system. A student at the school committed suicide... the same student that Joseph had been bullying the most.

Joseph was in shock. While he was still reeling, a friend of the student who died confronted him, blaming him while in tears. They said that it was his fault they killed themselves. He was a murderer.

Joseph couldn’t handle it. He ran. And ran. And ran and ran and ran and ran and ran...

When Joseph finally couldn’t run anymore, he was far, far from home. Only then did he finally collapse and break down.

He couldn’t go back. There was nothing for him there. Even if there was, how could he face any of them? Even if Mary was alive, what would she say? He had become someone as cruel and uncaring as those who tormented her to tears.

No, he was worse. They weren’t the reason Mary was dead.

He was unclean. He was filth, scum... as worthless as the world always treated him. He wasn’t worthy of the one ray of sunlight in his life, and the world took her away from him because of that.

Joseph Cullman died that day, but fortunately not in the literal sense. Somehow he managed to keep moving. He changed his name, taking the surname of the school he left behind as a reminder to do better, to be better.

Maybe... maybe if he changed everything about himself, maybe things would be better. Maybe the world hated Joseph Cullman, but maybe [Redacted] Haberdae could be happy.

Maybe one day he might find love again.

I’m still waffling on the first name Joseph used at this phase of his life. On the one hand, he could keep his first name, but on the other hand it would also be fitting if he went with a different name too. In that case, going with Jack might be a bit funny, even cruelly ironic if the character in the show was named after him, only to be given away to someone else 40 years later after his death...

I originally figured this was where Joseph and Mary’s sad story of first love lost ended. Maybe years later, he would cling to a new, far more toxic lover like the Tragedy of [Redacted] theory I came up with. However, as I started tinkering with the idea and writing it all down, I got a few thoughts of how their story might have continued a little longer...

Let’s say that Joseph kept his first name and only changed his last name. He scraped by with odd jobs, trying to reinvent and find himself. He regretted his past behavior - if he hadn’t acted up, Mary’s family wouldn’t have stopped him from seeing her, especially during a time when she needed him the most... what could have been her last days. He could have at least known what happened to her instead of being left in limbo. Maybe if he acted better things would have been better.

If he didn’t act like a bully, that kid wouldn’t have killed themselves.

He would be better. He had to do better.

By sheer luck, Joseph managed to get a job on a children’s TV show of all things. It was a small time studio, a local broadcast, but to him it was huge. He worried though about how well he would do. After what he did to other kids when he was younger... what if he damaged one of them like he did to the kid who killed themselves because of him?

Joseph poured himself into his psychology classes, focusing on his studies far more than he ever did when his last name was still Cullman. He would do right by these children. This time he would be better.

Joseph did his best to make friends with his fellow co-workers. He did his best to take his classes to heart and be more approachable, friendly. He was surprised when people started warming up to him.

The biggest surprise was when Joseph visited the art department to help get the promotional material made for the upcoming show. There he found a familiar face, one he never thought he’d ever see again...

Mary.

For a moment the two froze and stared at each other. Mary looked more sickly than he remembered, but it was unmistakably his Mary in front of him, and she recognized him too despite how much he changed, growing taller and far bulkier than the scrawny kid he used to be.

To say Joseph was elated was an understatement. He couldn’t hold himself back from scooping her up into his arms and spinning her around while whooping with joy. Mary squealed in alarm before giggling in delight as she returned the embrace, just as happy to see him.

The two of them caught up on what they missed in each other’s lives... for the most part. Mary accepted the change in Joseph’s last name, but he never told her the full reason why he changed it. He could never tell her what happened at Haberdae High. He couldn’t ruin things with her, not when he had a second chance to be with her.

With Mary, she had gone through a lot more medical tests, experimental treatments, and was on various medications that helped treat her symptoms, though they didn’t know what was wrong with her. She wanted to move away from her controlling parents and the toxic relationship they had. Joseph immediately offered that they could live together, and she accepted.

It was like the years they were apart melted away as they reconnected. The scars they both experienced since they were last together were still there, but their feelings for one another burned just as bright as ever. Although Joseph abandoned almost all of his past, Mary was the one thing he refused to lose ever again.

It seemed like Joseph had everything he could ever want. He found love, real love. A part of him always knew that Mary was special, and now he knew for sure that he loved her more than anyone in the world. She was his sunshine in a world that was so dark and cold. He had friends now too, a job, respect, and even fame, as the small TV show turned into a huge hit, a nation-wide sensation! It was a little overwhelming at times, but he wasn’t facing the harsh world of the entertainment industry alone.

It was hard to be Sunny Day Jack. LambsWork Productions was a demanding studio, and there were days when he was overworked to the point he looked just as rough as Mary did on her bad days. Even still, no matter how bad the both of them felt, they supported one another as best they could. They found happiness and love in each other despite all the hardship.

Stress made Mary’s sickness worse, and eventually she was let go from her job. It was fine though. Joseph was making more than enough to support them both by that point. He would take care of her now, to make up for when he couldn’t in the past.

One day, Mary expressed her frustrations at being so sick, at not doing enough to support Joseph when he was doing so much for her, how it’s not fair to him that she can’t do more for him. He actually laughed at that and swept her up into a hug and kiss, telling her that she had no idea just how much she meant to him. When he felt sad and alone, she was there, his shining light in the darkness. No matter how bad she felt, she tried her best with everything. When the world felt so cold and unfeeling, she was there to warm him with her love. Even if she can’t provide him money, the love and genuine care she provides him is priceless, something no one else has ever given him. He would do anything for her.

With tears in her eyes, Mary said she felt the same. She loved Joseph more than anyone. She would give him her soul if he asked her. He chuckled and said that it was good then that all he wanted was her heart. It was only fair since she had his after all.

They planned for a future together, to be married, maybe have children one day if they could afford it and if Mary’s health could permit it. They wouldn’t give up hope that someday they would figure out what was wrong with her and find a means to treat it.

It was something they worried about, whether this unknown illness of Mary’s really would kill her. Her bad days gave them scares with how intense the pain could be without any answers for why.

Neither of them expected that Joseph would be the one to die first.

Although Mary stopped working at the studio, she still visited often to see Joseph and the friends she made there, as well as watch episodes being filmed. She was there that fateful day filled with children’s screams and gunshots.

Mary had to be pried away from Joseph’s body. There had been no hope to save him - two gunshots to the head, one destroying his right eye. He died instantly.

Two ambulances were sent to the studio that day. One took Mary to the emergency room, the other took Joseph to the morgue.

The stress caused Mary’s condition to deteriorate. It wasn’t long after the incident that she succumbed to the pain. Even in the end, the doctors still didn’t learn the cause of the illness that finally did take her life like the doctor once prophesized in her youth.

The only comfort Mary had in her final days was that she would be with Joseph again. If they could be reborn, she wished that she would be able to find him again.

This would be why in the present day, Alice would instinctively be drawn to the tape. Two souls waiting a lifetime to meet and love each other again.

As Jack starts to remember his life as Joseph, he remembers Mary.

In this new life(?) as Sunny Day Jack, he doesn’t understand a lot of things, but there are certain truths that are engraved deep down in his soul. One of those things is that Alice is Mary, his sunshine. He can feel it in his soul, and in the piece of her soul that she gave him.

Little things Alice does, small mannerisms and habits are still left over from her life as Mary. Jack can’t help but recognize them, and in some small way she recognizes his as well, though not consciously. To her, its just that they fit together so perfectly, like puzzle pieces.

Like she’s been waiting for him all of her life.

It’s better that Alice doesn’t remember Joseph Cullman or Joseph Haberdae, Jack decides. This time, he won’t be the worthless kid that made life difficult for her. This time he will give her everything he couldn’t back then.

This time nothing would take his sunshine away.

EDIT:

I realized only after I slept on it that I missed the golden opportunity to have Joseph change his first name to James. That way I would be able to toss in a Silent Hill 2 reference into the mix as well.

So, heck with it, in this timeline with Alice being Mary’s reincarnation, [Redacted] Haberdae was James Haberdae. The only reason Mary didn’t unintentionally call him out in front of the other cast when they reunited was because they greeted each other by the nicknames they gave each other. This gave him time to take her aside and tell her his name is James now before she accidentally outed his old name.

Naturally Joseph’s nickname for Mary was sunshine. Because of course it is. She’s his sunshine. She’ll always be his sunshine. No one else brightens up his dark and lonely world like she does.

In case you’re wondering, Mary(/Alice)’s nickname for Joseph(/James/Jack) is starlight. That’s because she feels like he’s her wish come true.

It was an adjustment for Mary to use the new name, but James was no longer comfortable using the name of Joseph. He left behind that identity of Joseph Cullman and how miserable it made him. He did explain reasons, not in full, but enough that she would understand. Sometimes she did slip when they were alone, especially in the bedroom, but that was fine since it wasn’t intentional and she was only thinking of him and no one else. She was the only one allowed to use that name because she was the only one who ever loved Joseph Cullman.

In the present day, when Jack remembers more about his life as James and Joseph, he can’t help but feel a small amount of amusement that it’s Mary who has a new identity this time. This is perfectly fine. After all, his beloved sunshine is far happier as Alice King than she ever was as Mary Phoenix... except when she was with him.

They’re each other’s special exceptions forever. No matter what names they use or how their appearances change, they will be each other’s sunshine and starlight.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore

[blu-joons]

You Appear On Weekly Idol ~ Lee Hyukjae

Your heart was pounding as you took your name badge from your manager and placed it onto your outfit, glancing up into the mirror to check how it looked, straightening out any of the creases that it made in your cardigan.

“Suits you,” a voice smiled from the doorway of your dressing room, causing your body to tense up as you glanced through the reflection of the mirror to see Hyukjae staring back at you.

He walked in straight away as he met your eyes, coming up alongside you as you turned back around to face him properly. The smile on his face grew as he looked at the badge that you wore, letting go of a chuckle as the moment he had dreamt about for so long finally came true.

As soon as you mentioned to Hyukjae that your group was making a comeback he was onto the producers of Weekly Idol. There was no way that he could let another promotion pass for you without getting you to appear on his show.

Luckily for him, the producers were just as keen to introduce the dynamic between the two of you on the show. Everyone seemed to love your relationship, which of course, meant that the ratings were about to go through the roof.

“How are you feeling?” Hyukjae asked you as his arm wrapped around your waist lightly.

A sheepish smile appeared on your face, “excited, nervous. I don’t really know what to expect.”

His head nodded back at you, keeping his eyes on you. “You know that I’ll look after you, it’ll just be like every other show that you guys have been on.”

Having already recorded Knowing Bros with Heechul, and an appearance on Jeongsu’s new show too, you were used to working with the group’s members. But Hyukjae was different, working with your partner was something that you’d never done before.

“I’m nervous too,” Hyukjae suddenly told you as you went silent, “I want to make sure I do a good job to make you guys look good too.”

“You’ve just got to do what you usually do; the girls and I always watch the show every week and laugh at how funny you are, don’t change just because I’m here Hyuk.”

Hyukjae nodded as he let go of a shaky breath, finding himself surprisingly overwhelmed all of a sudden. It was quickly beginning to sink in for him who he was presenting for, and who he needed to make standout in front of the camera too.

“You and Kwanghee are a great team,” you reminded him, resting your hand over his that was against your waist, “even if you make a few jokes at my expense, I won’t mind, you’ve just got to do what you need to do.”

Hyukjae smiled weakly back across at you, “I could never let you look bad, Kwanghee’s already shown me some of the jokes that he wants to make today.”

“And how many did you tell him to cut for being inappropriate?” You joked, knowing Hyukjae all too well.

Just like Hyukjae, Kwanghee also wanted to make the show perfect for you and your group. Through Hyukjae, he had struck up a close friendship too and didn’t want to let either of you down by saying the wrong thing.

Your relationship both complicated and excited things, whilst you were looking forward to showing a different side to the two of you, you didn’t want things to become awkward, or let the focus be on the two of you for too long.

“How’s everyone else feeling about being on the show? Are they nervous like you?” Hyukjae asked, spinning around to see your other members getting prepped by various members of staff.

Without them, you knew that Weekly Idol was a show that you wouldn’t find yourself on. They had been the driving forces to get you on the show and stop you fretting about appearing with Hyukjae for the first time.

“They’re excited to mess around with you,” you chuckled in reply to Hyukjae, “they’re hoping that you’ve picked some good games for us to play with you.”

“I picked ones that I knew you were good enough,” Hyukjae whispered.

“Are you trying to make me look good,” you laughed, tapping against his chest with your free hand, “you’ll get me into trouble.”

Hyukjae’s head shook with a teasing grin, “I’ve got to use my role as an MC to an advantage somehow, what better use than with you?”

Just as Hyukjae fell silent, several staff members began to call down the corridor for everyone to start with their finishing touches. With that, Hyukjae pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaving your dressing room so that you could get ready.

“What’s he up to?” Your leader laughed as she noticed Hyukjae running out of the dressing room to finish getting his makeup touched up before the start of filming.

“Just came to say that he hopes it goes well,” you shyly told her, deciding to keep quiet about the plan for games that Hyukjae had come up with.

They could all see how wide your smile was, excited for the chance to finally feature on Hyukjae’s show. “Are you still a little bit nervous to me on?”

“Honestly, I think I’m good,” you replied to your eldest member, wiping over your name badge. “Seeing Hyuk really just eased my mind, and if something goes wrong, between Kwanghee and Hyukjae, they’ll manage to make it funny.”

“We’ll be on our best behaviour in front of Hyukjae too,” your leader promised as one of the members of staff led you and the rest of the group out of your dressing room and through onto the set where the show would be filmed.

It was a set that you had seen several times before from your various visits to see Hyukjae whilst he filmed but knowing that you were going to be on the other side of the camera had your heart racing a little bit.

Hyukjae and Kwanghee were already in position as you were all led just to the side of the white set, waiting to be introduced. You talked amongst yourselves as the crew set the final bits up, waiting for your call to pay attention.

“He’s looking over here,” one of your members told you, catching Hyukjae’s eye as soon as they looked around the set, “or I think he’s more looking just at you Y/N.”

Your head snapped around to look across to Hyukjae, shaking your head as he offered you a wide smile, assuring you once again that you had nothing to worry about. A loud chuckle came from him as your eyes rolled, the noise enough for several staff members to look around.

“Sorry!” Hyukjae called out, holding his hand up apologetically to the members of staff.

The smile on your face was wide as you turned back around to face your group. “We can expect a lot of trouble with you two today, can’t we? We’ll pop because of this.”

“Blame Hyukjae, I have a feeling that he’ll be trouble,” you told them all, pointing across to where he was stood as you pleaded your innocence, “you guys knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be on the show.

“I think we’ll get plenty of attention when this episode airs, because of you guys,” your leader chuckled across to you.

“Don’t say that, Hyukjae really will take all the credit.”

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Masterlist

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Of Moons and Stars • Chapter 1

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// what happens if the moon falls from the sky? would it bring destruction or perhaps safety? are you willing to find out?

Tags: Fluff & Angst, Memory loss, Deaths, Spoilers, Found Family, NB MC (They/He). updated as I go o7

-☆-

‘If the moon had a love, would it be the sun?’

It was daytime. The birds were quiet, the cicadas too, an odd occurrence anywhere in the more hidden and rural areas of japan. Gojo was still sitting on the chair, which he had by now moved near the window to look outside. He hadn’t particularly give any notice to the person sleeping next to him, preferring to keep his worries at bay until he knew more, lest he let them consume him. Though he was curious. They seemed to come from nowhere and even after calling Ijichi and making him try to learn something about their new visitor, he seemed to be none the wiser. This also didn’t make the upcoming paperwork, or explaining it to the higher ups any easier on his part.

His eyes left the greenery outside and he instead moved his gaze towards the bed. The visitor seemed to be in good condition, though he would still ask Shoko to check up on them later, once he saw no threat. For now there was no blood staining the white sheets, nor did their breathing seem weak or out of place. They turned a bit in their sleep but besides that he’d almost forgotten about them a few times with how quiet they were in their sleep.

Gojo did have a few appointments that day, though none with anyone who’d be worried about his disappearance. He’d been late to appointments before and he’d gladly do it again anytime. Gojo was a patient man when he wanted to be, and he would bend people to his will if he wished, the time and date of - to him - unimportant meetings, being one of those times. Megumi was still sleeping by now, and he knew that even if he left now, knowing that Megumi was more than capable of taking care of the situation if needed, he was also a very light sleeper, and daring to open the door right now would probably wake him. And even if they were supposed to start training an hour ago, Gojo still preferred if Megumi got more sleep, at least for one more hour. Plus it was funny to see him panic when he got up too late. It happened rarely, but when it did it was golden entertainment.

But it seemed like fate didn’t want to be kind to him this time, as he could hear the visitor stretch and yawn.

He leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs, making sure they hadn’t fallen asleep for how long he’d been in the same position. He did hear a pop in one of his knees, and so did the visitor it seemed, based on the suddenness of their head turn and their shocked expression.

“Rise and shine, raindrop.” He said, with his signature smile on his face. “How was the rest? Took you-“ He pulled out his phone to check the time. 10:36. “Damn, at least 7 hours! New record in the dorm I think, though… I don’t know how long you slept while in the air, huh?”

They simply stared at him. Blinking the sleep out of their eyes. Part of their hair was falling into their face so they tucked it behind their ear before opening their mouth slightly. “Where…?” They looked around, like a newborn deer, unknown that they were looking into headlights. “Who…. are you…?” If Gojo hadn’t trained his ears for as long as he did, he probably wouldn’t have caught their words with how small and unsure they sounded. He rested one of his legs on the other before turning his head slightly sideways, making his hair shine with the way the sun rays were now landing on him. “You’re in safe hands, that's all I can tell you for now. My name is Gojo Satoru. Who might you be?”

They looked down at their hands at that. A confused expression on their face, as if questioning themselves. “I’m…? I am…” Their hands slightly shaking as they tried to ground themselves with the blanket now in their hands as they sat against the wall. “I… I don’t…”

“I don’t remember.”

Ah, well that made things harder. They didn’t seem to lie, not if their body language was anything to go off of. Gojo hummed to himself in acknowledgment. “Do you know how you got here?”

Their head shook at that. No.

Gojo leaned forward before resting his arms on his thighs. “Is there anything at all that you remember? An odd person, a weird glow, anything weirdly shaped?”

Their head shook again and their eyes stayed at their hands.

“I’m sorry…”

It was Gojo’s turn to shake his head. That made them look up. “No, it’s not your fault. Are you in any pain right now?” He could tell that they felt weird looking at his blindfold instead of eyes, though they didn’t bring it up, instead trying to focus on where they would correctly assume them to be.

“No, just… exhausted…” Gojo hummed again. Interesting. They didn’t seem to sleep badly, so perhaps it was something else? Gojo leaned back again. “A doctor will come by in a bit to check your health, they might be able to give you something for that.”

They looked up at that. “Where am I?” Looking around, they didn’t seem to find anything familiar to them, so their eyes landed on his blindfolded gaze again. “You’re at a school, a student of mine found you unconscious a few hours ago and I brought you here. Once we found out who you are, you’re free to go.” They looked back down at that, seemingly unhappy with the answer, but also unwilling to argue for now. They sighed loudly until a knock startled them and forced their eyes to the door.

Gojo’s gaze moved towards the sound too but other than his companion, he was able to tell who it was. Megumi and Shoko. Perfect timing. “Come in, door’s open.” He said as he stretched his arms behind his back and stood up to greet them. As the door opened, tired brown eyes looked inside before walking in, the sound of heels tapping the ground getting closer as another pair of eyes cautiously peeked in, this time a pair of dark blue, almost the color of the night sky, caught the strangers eyes before quickly moving his gaze at the woman in front of him once caught.

The woman bowed in front of the bed, ignoring Gojo. “Good morning, my name is Ieiri Shoko. I hope you slept well.” She said as she stood normally again and moved her gaze towards the tall man besides her. “What did you get yourself involved in this time, Satoru?” One of her hands moved towards her hip while her eyes rested on Gojo, whos hand were now in the air, as if to show how innocent he was. “Hey I swear i didn’t do anything this time!”

While Shoko sat down on the chair that Gojo had preoccupied earlier and they began talking, the young boy at the door walked in, saying his good mornings towards Gojo before standing at the now closed door to watch from a distance, clearly too uncomfortable to look at the stranger for long, while also too nosy not to see what this was about. He was busy fighting his own brain that he barely missed them asking for his name. The stranger was now sitting on the edge of the bed, stretching their clearly exhausted limbs before setting their gaze on him. “Oh… uh… Fushiguro Megumi.” The stranger nodded and smiled at him with a weak smile. “Hmmm…. I was told a student found me, was that you?” It was now Megumi’s turn to nod and this time he received a more gentle and kind smile. “Whats your name?” The stranger looked sad at that, their smile quickly turning low. “Ah… about that…”

A clap rang through the room, startling both the stranger and Megumi. Gojo still held his hands above his head, the slight sting still ringing in his palms. “Shoko will check for any injuries on you, if that’s okay-“ A pause, and the stranger nodded. “Great! Megumi and I will go get some things ready in the meantime, is there anything you’d like to eat, or anything you’re allergic to?” The stranger shook their head at that, “Just some bread would be nice, if that would be alright…” Gojo smiled at them. “Of course! We’ll be back with some breakfast soon. Be nice to them Shokooo~!” And at that he carefully held Megumi’s shoulder and dragged him out, most likely to go eat breakfast themselves, if the growl from Megumi’s stomach as they left was anything to go by. They giggled at that. There was an overwhelming feeling in their chest, of sadness and fear, but the comfort of everyones kindness helped resolve it just a bit.

Shoko moved the chair towards the bed and smiled gently. “So, I take it Gojo didn’t tell you much?” They nodded and that sent a sigh out of the woman. “Of course he would make me do the work while he goes and eats half the cafeterias desserts…” Shoko leaned back and held up a finger. A gesture that reminded of Gojo. “You’re in a school on the outskirts of Tokyo right now, Gojo is one of the teachers and you’re currently in one of the empty dorm rooms. Gojo only briefed me in on a few things but from what he said you were found unconscious near the woods. Or rather, thats where they were able to catch you, since you seemingly floated down from the sky. Do you remember something like that?”

The stranger looked shocked at that, a mixture of confusion and disbelief visible in their eyes. “I.. what? Thats impossible-“ “And yet it happened. I know how unbelievable this sounds, but neither of the two are the type to make something like that up. You don’t have any recollection of it at all? What is the last thing you remember?”

They closed their eyes at that, trying to recall anything from before they woke up. A few moments passed before they sighed and lowered their head. “…nothing…” Shoko placed a hand on their shoulder and gently pat them. “It’s okay, you only woke up a short while ago, i’m sure your memory will come back to you.”

-☆-

“What do you think about them?”

“H-huh? Me? I barely talked to them… they seem fine?”

Gojo nodded and hummed at that as his hands resting behind his head as they walked towards the cafeteria. He sensed a decent amount of cursed energy on them, nothing abnormal, but concentrated enough that he believed they may be a sorcerer. “They don’t seem dangerous, plus they seemed to warm up to you fast.”

To anyone else, this may seem like a compliment, but to Megumi, who had by now known him enough, this meant ‘I have to leave soon and you get to play caretaker’ and he internally sighed at that. What teacher leaves their student with a stranger?

After a bit of chatting they both arrived at the cafeteria, which was, by now, empty. The few other students were on a mission and the teachers busy with paperworks or on missions themselves. Breakfast was already long over, since it usually started at 7:00 and ended at 8:30. Though that wouldn’t stop Gojo when he was on a mission for sweets, and they did have an area where you could get some breads and melonpan, additionally to drinks and snacks. Gojo spent his time choosing what sweets to get while Megumi looked at the breads to see if he could find some good sandwiches. He chose two and some soft drinks while Gojo seemingly emptied the entire snack machine. After a while, they both made their way back, not talking much besides smalltalk and rescheduling the training.

-☆-

There were two distinct knocks on the door, indicating that Gojo and Megumi were back before the door opened to show them both without waiting for a response. “Gojo Satoru! What did I tell you about knocking!”

Gojo walked in with a bag in hand and a lollipop in mouth. “That I should knock before coming in…? Did that! Want some?” He said as he held out the bag of sweets. Shoko sighed and stood up from her seat. Both of them looked quite relaxed, the stranger was now smiling, less scared and more happy. “He doesn’t have any injuries, though there are a few things we should discuss later. Unfortunately it doesn’t seem like he’s able to remember anything before waking up here, or how he fell from the sky. There’s also no missing people that fit their appearance unfortunately.”

Straight to business, as always, Shoko. “That’s alright, I’m glad there’s no injuries at least, for now you should stay here, at least until we know you’re safe. I’ll be on a trip soon, so I won’t be able to help much, but Memgumi here would love to show you around!” As those words left his mouth Megumi sighed before being dragged in front of Gojo. “You didn’t tell me about a trip?” Shoko said as she looked at Gojo. “Mhn, found out about it this morning, quite important, shouldn’t take long though.” He said as he rested his head rested on Megumi’s, who was still grumbling below him, while his hand formed an OK sign. He then grabbed one of the small packages from the bag and started eating once he sat down, his chair now back at the window.

Megumi in the meantime gave the stranger the sandwich he got for them. “Egg and Salami.” He said as he held it. “Oh!! That sounds so good..!” They responded with as their eyes landed on it with the wonder of a child. Once they took theirs, Megumi started unwrapping his until he noticed a set of eyes staring at him. “Are you gonna eat while standing there? I can move a bit-“ And before he could argue, the stranger moved to give him some space on the bed while they sat in a crisscross position. “Here you go. Eating while standing sucks.” And even if he wanted to argue - which he didn’t, partly due to his shyness - the smile on their face made any argument he may have had die on his lips.

Meanwhile Shoko and Gojo excused themselves to discuss a few things. Leaving both of them alone.

Meanwhile Megumi - against his better judgement - decided to lift the silence while they were unwrapping their food and drinks. “So…” He looked at his sandwich. “What do we call you?” The now-no-longer stranger looked at him with their mouth attached to the sandwich. “Mph- Well… I dunno honestly… haven’t really thought about it. Ieiri did say a temporary name would be good though…” They looked outside the window, considering their options.

“Well, I guess i’d prefer a more uh… neutral name?” They looked at him with a smile on their face. “Me and Ieiri already talked a bit about it. Ah…. what to choose…”

“Moon!” Megumi said, not particularly looking at them, or listening, for that matter.

“Huh..? Oh! That sounds cute-“

He was lookinh outside, the moon was shining even though it was daytime, a rare occurrence. but fitting, considering how they appeared seemingly by falling from the moon. “Oh, no I meant-“ He looked at them with a blush on his face, agh how he hated the part of him that panicked over everything. “I mean… you did look like you fell from the moon… so…?”

Their eyes looked like they were sparkling at that. “Ohhhh!! Hell yeah Moon sounds like a great name! Thank you Fushiguro!” Eh- “Ah… no problem, call me Megumi though.”

They nodded, smile still on their face. “Thank you, Megumi!” He could already tell that they had way too much energy.

[creationofacentury]

Tiny Problem - P3

Summary: After seeing the hermits interacted with their younglings, Grian wants something he couldn’t name. (This fic is now officially not posted in a chronicle order. Daily dose of mini hermits, folks. Self-indulgent as ever.)

Character: Grian, Mumbo Jumbo, and a mini hermit.

Relationship: Friendship!

Note: This is strictly about their MC personas, DO NOT take this seriously! Do not harass them with these work.

P1 | P2

P3 - Grian’s dismay

A lot of the hermits already has their younglings, and Grian, while feeling relief, is also a tad jealous. Don't get he wrong, he is grateful for the fact that he doesn’t have to worried about little gremlins at his tail (look at Pearl, she is losing her mind-), but deep down, his heart yearns for...something. Something Grian couldn’t name.

And the day his yearning being fulfilled is a very, very strange one.

He and Mumbo had been arguing, because apparently, Mumbo’s vault was not big enough, and that made his base looked ridiculous. Grian is generally chill with these things; he respects other’s opinion, and he likes variety to be honest. He didn’t even care about the size of Mumbo’s vault. But that day had been a bad day; Grian burnt his tools in the villager trading system, and he accidentally put mending on his iron pickaxe and iron sword. It was a total disaster. Later that day, Mumbo joked about how Grian’s base looked like Humpty Dumpty, especially compared to his vault. Grian didn't even understand what that meant. The fires that had been burning him turned to a flame, the next thing he knew, he was shouting at Mumbo.

Mumbo was taken aback, and generally he backs down or tries to defuse the situation, but he didn't back down this time. After regaining his posture, he started to accuse Grian for being inconsiderate. 

The shouting went on for five minutes before Grian chocked on a raw emotion and went silence. His lips pressed together in a thin line, and he silently took out his rockets and flew off with more force than necessary, ready to get as far as possible from this argument.

And he hit the frame of his portal.

<Grian experienced kinetic energy>

Of course I had to flew into something, he thought bitterly.

Although Mumbo was still a little sore about their quarrel, he still went to get Grian’s stuff. Grian, while sulking his whole way back, was still grateful for that.

“Thanks.” He muttered when Mumbo handed his elytra.

Mumbo didn’t respond. Grian considered apologizing, but his pride and stubbornness stopped him from doing that. Welp, time to escape this conversation then.

“Grian,” Mumbo started. Grian halted. “Yeah?”

“Are those -are those all of your stuff? No, uh- Grian, did you pick up the egg?”

“The egg? What egg?” Grian looked at Mumbo with a confused expression.

“The one that will hatch!” Mumbo’s pitch went very high.

“....oh no.”

“We have to find it before it hatches!”

“Okay- okay! Right- where do we look first? Under the portal or- wait, no, NO- did it-”

Mumbo’s eyes were suddenly very big.

“-Is it in the NETHER?!”

-

You know what’s funny? Grian can’t even recognize the little Grian without staring at it for five entire seconds. Wait, no, scratch that. The little Griande.

Yep. That’s a little Ariana Griande. Grian feels like a headache is coming. 

He and Mumbo had searched the nether for twenty minutes before they came back to the overworld because of the heat. And when Grian went back through the portal, a loud crack emitted from somewhere below the nether bridge. Grian rushed towards the edge of the bridge just in time to see the egg hatched by the lava, and Grian bit back a scream as the Grian-ling fell back on his rear, away from the lava pool.

And that's the story how Grian became a parent. He argued with his best friend, he lost his youngling in the nether, and now he is sitting outside of Mumbo’s vault, watching Ariana who sits on Mumbo’s shoulder, her hands grabbing Mumbo’s perfectly combed hair, and this is the only thing Grian enjoys today.

“Grian- help! Ahh! She is going to pluck my hair off!”

“After I successfully took your mustache away, I guess it’s time for your hair to go as well.” Grian says, with the most innocuous voice he always throws at Mumbo. Mumbo huffs.

“Grian, seriously! She- Ahh!”

“No talking, handsome.” She speaks with as much authority as a little girl can muster.

“WHAT?!”

Grian looks away quickly with his face warm, trying to pretend he didn’t just hear that. Okay, so maybe back when he made her up, he had some back stories for her. So what? Ariana is a charming, charismatic super star, even when she’s little, okay? Deal with it.

And to Grian’s absolute delight, it’s apparently Mumbo’s problem at the moment.

“Why aren’t you the one holding her?!”

“I wouldn’t say that’s ‘holding’, you know-”

“Grian!”

“She likes you better somehow. Can you blame me?”

“YES! She is supposed to be like you!”

“I mean apparently she’s got a hold of you.”

Mumbo is grumbling now. Ariana smirks at that, and that very moment, Grian is strangely, strangely proud of his little youngling...

...Oh.

So this is the feeling Grian had been looking for.

-

“Hey, we should introduce her to Jumbo and make them playmates!” Grian prompts excitedly.

“No, are you joking? They are going to blow up the whole server!”

“What? Ptff, no, they won’t.”

“Yes they will.”

“As if I won’t.”

“As if- Grian, please stop giving them idea.”

“I am being educated.” Griande says, matter-of-factly. She is still on Mumbo’s shoulder, but she had let go of his hair.

Mumbo groans, but doesn’t protest any further. Grian smiles. 

“Sorry I yelled at you.”

Mumbo quietly laughs, “Me too. Are we even?”

“Yeah.”

Bathing in the sunlight with his best friend and his youngling beside him, Grian feels very, very warm.

-

“Oh, look, she fell asleep.”

-

Next (not yet)

Notes: Thank you guys for reading, as always, feel free to point mistakes out! The tense in this part is extremely messy, and believe me if I say I tried. It’s like a math test to me at this point. Tell me if something’s confusing, cuz I sure am confused, and tell me if everything is alright, too! I can’t believe I actually finished this.

this fic is getting sappier by the second

[garbinge]

Moving Day

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Platonic!OC Andrea ‘Andie’ Baros

Day 28 these April Prompts: “Getting Your Wires Crossed”

Summary: When things go left with your roommate, you call on Angel and EZ to come save you.

A/N: Can you tell I love having Angel and EZ come save the day? Also this is such a loose interpretation of getting your wires crossed but we’re in the home stretch OKAY. 

Word Count: 2.5k words

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Drinking and cursing. 

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @justreblogginfics​ @narcolini​ @danzer8705

The apartment she had once dreamed of was now looking down at her, mocking her. It all happened so quickly, she had just gotten back from a photography job to find out she had an hour to get her things and get out. She was able to get it all out, but only because there wasn’t much to pack up. Her roommate, or who she thought was her roommate had cleared her out. Stole pretty much all her important things. Left the posters but took the frames, the mattress was tossed up against the wall when she entered the room, sheets gone. Record player, gone. Video games, gone. Hell, even some of her sneakers were gone. Luckily, her dresser still had her clothes, and the hidden bottle of cheap whiskey she threw in there once in a sad attempt to clean her room one day.

Now she stared up at the building, boxes piled up next to her. It was almost like a bad breakup, except at least with those you get to experience some moments of bliss and happiness before they’re throwing you out on the street. Andrea took a swig from the bottle as she stared at the building. Her head tilting like she was waiting for it to talk to her, welcome her back in, offer words of encouragement, maybe even yell at her. But she wasn’t that drunk, she knew that wasn’t going to happen, she just needed to soak it in.

A whine came from her left and she looked down to see the brindle coat dog looking up at her.

While the person she had thought she vetted to be her roommate cleared out pretty much anything of value of Andrea’s as well as anything the landlord had provided in the apartment, they decided to leave behind their 5 year old pit bull.

“Don’t rush me. I’ll call when I call.” Andrea said to the dog moving the bottle as she spoke with her hands.

The dog let out another whine.

The girl sighed, took out her phone and scrolled through her contacts. She knew the number, she knew both of their numbers but buying time was crucial in a time like this.

As she scrolled through her phone, passing each contact name a couple times, she practiced what she was going to say.

“Hey, so I kind of got kicked out of my place because my roommate decided to be the literal scum of the earth douchebag and steal all my shit and leave.” “Hey, who’s got two thumbs and nowhere to live? This girl.” She pointed to herself with her thumbs before using it to click the name she knew would be sympathetic in a moment like this.

It rang two times before someone picked up.

“Sup, chismosa.” EZ said with a chuckle as he answered. It did make Andie give out a short breathy laugh. He had always called her that growing up, she was always in on the gossip and the whos, whats and hows around town.

Since she didn’t rebuttal right away, EZ knew something was up. “What’s up?” His voice got a lot more serious.

Andie closed her eyes and looked up to the sky, completely defeated now.

“Who’s got two thumbs and nowhere to live?” She began to repeat the joke she had previously mumbled under her breath before calling him.

She thought he’d think it was a little funny but his change in tone from serious to worried had proven otherwise.  

“Andie, what the fuck? Where are you?”

The shuffling in the background was loud, he was looking for his keys getting ready to rush to her rescue. Despite his mood, and even her own, it did manage to put a smile on her face. She knew she could count on them, either of the Reyes brothers. In all honesty, she knew she could even call Felipe and he’d help her out. But out of the three, EZ was definitely the easiest to tell. Felipe, although quiet, she felt would always pass silent judgment, whether he meant it or not. Angel, well not calling Angel was more for his own good. He would push the jokes just a little too far and that would easily result in Andie tearing him a new one. On a regular day though, Angel would definitely be her go to, that fun loving, carefree mentality was who she was through and through and Angel brought that out even more in her.

“You know, Angel would have laughed at my joke.”

“Yea, well you called me.” EZ snapped back with bite in tone.

“Angel would have loved that joke, actually.” She pressed EZ’s buttons more. Something she was not only good at, but enjoyed thoroughly.

“Yea, well Angel is a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Yo! What the fuck?” Angel’s voice boomed.

A smile grew on Andie’s face. While she didn’t want to call Angel first, she didn’t mind him coming along, in fact she had hoped he would. Having EZ being the one calling the shots however, was the thought process behind him being the one she reached out to. It was how it always was when they were growing up. When Andrea moved in next door to the Reyes household on Mango Street, her entire life changed. At the age of 12, she hadn’t really made many friends that she’d say were impressionable. Not only did she move around a lot which obviously made it hard for a young girl to keep friends but no one held her interest. That wasn’t to say she sat alone in the cafeteria everyday but there was no one that she made the effort with until she met the Reyes brothers. It wasn’t work to keep up that friendship going, she could be herself and that entire family loved her for it. They were welcoming, EZ was understanding and kind, Angel was funny and protective, Marisol was inviting and heartwarming, and Felipe was well unbothered, which compared to what she had grown up with, it was a refreshing balance.

She had met EZ at the bus stop, he saw she was new and went up to her immediately and introduced himself. He showed her around the school, giving her the ins and outs of Santo Padre Middle School, that alone was enough to earn Andie’s friendship but what bonded them was that EZ knew her. It helped that he had an out of this world memory, but he took the time to ask the questions about her which was way more than anyone else she had met up to that point in her life.

He introduced her to his older brother later that day when they got off the bus. Angel was less sweet and supportive and more trouble and teasing but what sold the deal on that friendship was that Andie could give it right back, and Angel had respected that.

The 3 of them were inseparable growing up, despite Angel and EZ’s rocky relationship, Andie seemed to be the glue that kept them bonded together in spite of that. Until Marisol died and EZ went to prison. There was no bond that Andie could bring to stop that from tearing the trio up. Angel and EZ drifted. Angel let years of sibling rivalry and contention built up and burst at that moment, add in the guilt of giving his little brother the gun that landed him in Stockton State Prison and that just about did it. He rarely visited, rarely talked about him, didn’t come around home too much, ultimately all of that pushed him in search of something to replace that void and how he ended up in the Mayans MC.

For EZ it was different, she felt she had lost her connection with him the minute he set his eyes on Emily Thomas. Now, she adored the girl, they were all friends, some of Andie’s best memories include Emily and the Reyes brothers, but that’s when the shift began. To Andie, Marisol passing was the climax that pushed EZ over the edge while for everyone else that was where the tension began.

Regardless of all of that, she knew no matter the time or day, if she needed them, they’d come.

“Andie’s homeless.” EZ said to Angel. His hand had attempted to muffle the phone but Andie heard it loud and clear.

“Hey! I never said I was homeless!!” The increase in volume made the dog that was standing with her look up to her with sad eyes and Andie took a deep breath to relax. “I have just found myself temporarily out of a living situation and standing on the street with all my belongings.”

“So, you’re homeless.” Angel said. EZ had moved her to speakerphone.

“Can you just grab a U-Haul and come pick me up, this is embarrassing.”

Andie had covered her face and lowered her voice as people were now starting to stare as they passed by. Angel began to speak up but EZ was quick to cut him off, not wanting to deal with his sarcastic humor right now.

“Yea we’ll be there soon.”

And that held truth, they showed up within the half hour. EZ hopping out of the driver seat of the truck first and making his way over to hug his childhood friend.

“What the fuck happened?” He pulled away from their hug and took in the situation around them.

“It’s a long story…” Andie began as she inhaled deeply. “Actually, no it's not. My roommate was a scamming prick and stole my shit and got us evicted.” A shrug fell from her shoulders. “I guess we got our wires crossed when I said she needed to clean up more, she interpreted that as cleaning me out.” Andie let out a breathy laugh.

“We’ll pack up the truck, you can come stay with me for now.”

There he was. Golden boy. Always quick to find solutions, be the helping hand.

“The two of you and all this shit in that tiny ass trailer at the clubhouse? When you send out the housewarming invites feel free to forget my invitation.” Angel was now out of the truck and grabbing boxes and quickly packing them into the U-haul.

“Well, what exactly do you suggest, Angel? We call up Pop and she sets up in our old room? She moves in to your frat boy house?”

The air was tense, Andie could feel it. This was more than their usual banter which meant something had happened between them but it wasn’t the time for her to play therapist and guide them through it, she was just going to let them work it out themselves.

“I mean, yea either of those options would be significantly better than you 0 bedroom 1 bathroom trailer.” Angel argued.

EZ knew he was right, and although he didn’t hate admitting he was wrong nearly as much as his older brother, Andie could see in his face he didn’t want to admit it.

“I can just crash at the clubhouse or something, it’s not a big deal.” Andie protested. Both brothers were now giving her a look which caused her to smirk and laugh. “Okay, you’re right those couches have been reproduced on by the entire Mayans charter, I don’t want to do that.” A laugh escaped from her lips. “But, I’m not going to put your Pops out like that, he hates the company when I stay more than hour when I’m simply visiting so pulling up with all my shit is not really something I want to do.”

Angel quickly responded, “So come stay with me, I got an extra bedroom and a couch no one has reproduced on.” A smile grew on his face.

Now it was Andie and EZ’s turn to deliver a face back to Angel who just shook his head and continued packing. Once everything was loaded up, EZ went to go check with the landlord to see if there was anyway he could get the deposit back, ‘just to have something in your pocket for the time being.’ was how he described it. Andie didn’t see the point, her bank account hadn’t been cleared out but EZ said something about the principle of it and who was she to argue with the smartest man she knew.

This left Angel and her standing on the curb, looking up at the apartment building much like how she was before calling them to her rescue.

“It was a shitty place anyways.” Angel said in his way of consoling the girl.

“I hear so is yours.” Andie smirked as they stared up at the building.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, Andita.”  He used the girls nickname which in most cases could be seen as a sign of love and affection but for Angel it was because he knew for a fact that it would bother the girl.

“You think you’re so funny.” Andie shook her head as her eyes rolled.

Angel frowned his mouth and and nodded his head in agreement, he did think He was pretty funny. As he bobbed his head around, he found himself staring down at a dog. The pup began to wag his tail as he looked up in admiration at Angel.

Angel’s hand moved over to Andie’s shoulder and tapped her eagerly awaiting an explanation before words could even be formed out of his mouth. He wasn’t scared of the dog, but he was beginning to wrap his head around what he had just agreed to without knowing the full situation. Classic Angel.

“What’s with the dog?” He asked wearily.

“She’s mine now. Not only did the prick take my shit but she left the dog. Her name’s Rambo.”

Angel’s eyes darted to her once she said the name. Insinuating the dog was to be feared.

“Are you fuckin’ serious right now?” Angel glared at her.

“I didn’t name her.” Andie’s hands went up in surrender and then she looked at Angel who now officially had fear in his eyes. “Oh will you relax. Look at her, she’s a mush.”

Angel looked down and the dog was practically smiling as her butt wiggled back in forth in excitement that the man had given her the time of day to even look at her.

“I’m not leaving her Angel, she’s coming with us. You have a yard and she can sleep on your never been reproduced on couch.”

Before he could argue it, EZ was back downstairs with a wad of cash in his hand and a grin the size of the sun. Andie frowned with a smile on her face as he hit the money against his hand before handing it to her.

“How did you–?”

“Sometimes being a Mayan has it’s perks.” His eyebrows raised as he hopped into the truck followed by the other two and the pup. EZ looked at the dog who squished in on the seat between him and Angel. “Do I wanna know?”

Angel and Andie shook their heads in silence and EZ acknowledged it with a nod and began to drive off.