#and he's hiding the answer that's related to the stalling...

[chirpsythismorning]

COWARD? STALLING? USED TO BE A HERO? HIDING THE ANSWER IN HIS POCKET!?!?!??

Funny enough, this is what we get 2 scenes later..

[gutsby]

Pregnant Pause

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Babymaking is a bit trickier than anticipated, and months have passed with no sign of pregnancy. When your period finally doesn’t show up on time, you and Daryl act fast and head straight for the pharmacy—and get a little caught up along the way.

Warnings: NSFW. Unprotected p-in-v (duh). Daddy Daryl + daddy!kink Daryl. Difficulties trying to conceive.

Note: Part 2 to Grow a Uterus and We’ll Talk. I fully blame @murdadixon and the Blood Ties series for all the pregnancy-related one shots lately - veryyyy much in my Daddy Daryl era now 🫣💓💘

If trying to get knocked up was an Olympic sport, you would’ve won the gold.

On the merits of your efforts alone you and Daryl probably should’ve had several hundred babies under your belt by now. Thousands. The past six months had been nothing but babymaking, a steady stream of rawdog bedroom rodeos and two-person pushups being your primary form of sustenance. But, try as you might, there wasn’t so much as a whiff of a kid in sight after all this time. You were starting to lose hope.

When, one month, your period didn’t make its usual appearance two days after the time it was meant to, you were over the moon with excitement.

Swinging one leg over Daryl’s sleeping form to straddle him in bed, you leaned down and shook him hard.

“Daryl!” you hissed, pinching him under his shirt.

The man below you grunted, shuffled, and blinked uncertainly up at you before slowly raking his eyes over your body and starting to smirk.

“Climb on, cowgirl,” he purred, already starting to tug your panties down.

Your hands quickly covered his and stalled their movements, a giggle bubbling up in your throat.

“Not that, not that!” you whispered, “I’m late.”

“Fer what?” Glancing over at the clock on the nightstand.

“My period.”

Daryl’s gaze darted back to yours. A beat as he processed what you meant.

“No shit?”

“Shit.” You were nodding, beaming.

Daryl hauled himself to his feet in a second, taking you with him. Then he slipped you onto the floor and raced you to the door, practically fighting you through the threshold of the bathroom to get to the cupboards first.

Together, you flung cabinet doors open far and wide and went foraging for little blue boxes in somewhat of a frenzy. Daryl was chucking pads and tampons and rolls of toilet paper over his shoulder while you stuck yourself waist-deep in another stuffy wooden space, searching in earnest for that stupid Clearblue logo.

“Got it!” Daryl chirped. You almost smacked your head on the sink coming out so fast.

“Yeah?!”

Daryl thrust a blue-and-white stick in your direction, grinning with pride.

Your eyes narrowed just a little. Your stomach sank.

“Daryl, that’s a thermometer.”

Your boyfriend’s mouth hung slightly ajar in an ‘o’ shape, and you couldn’t even be mad at his attempt.

Trying to hide your dismay, you sighed and told him to keep looking. You crawled back over to the cupboard and felt a gentle coil just then start to take shape in your stomach—whether that might’ve been a real-life baby or another burst of anxious nerves, you couldn’t be sure. You and Daryl continued to comb over the boxes and bottles lined across your shelves.

That was how your day had started. It continued, at present, outside a largely dilapidated Target Superstore, with your hands on your hips and your eyes scanning a sea of the undead that occupied its front entrance. Shit was worse than any Black Friday crowd you’d ever seen.

“You sure you don’t wanna check the Walgreens?” you asked, tightening your grip on the rifle in your hands.

“Place was overrun last time I checked. Got a camp of military types stationed nearby too. Best ta leave ‘em be,” Daryl answered.

You suspected if anyone came across the two of you now they’d be put off just the same—with the AK-47 in your arms and the crossbow/M4 Carbine combo on Daryl’s person, you probably looked every bit as lethal as you’d ever been.

All for an itty bitty pee stick and some snacks.

You sat down on one of the red cement balls to your left and crossed your arms. You watched the herd. If there was just some way to slip in, sight unseen, and sneak past their rotting bodies to get to the Sexual Wellness section, maybe rappel from the ceiling and drop dead on the spot, go in guns blazing or else just—”

“Mask it,” Daryl said, suddenly.

You raised an eyebrow but quickly had your curiosity quelled when Daryl nodded toward a throng of walkers down the way.

There were four or five of them stacked together, crushed between shopping carts and pinned, interminably, in place as they stood, hissed, and clawed in your general direction.

Daryl had a hatchet in hand in a second. You watched, enthralled, as he made lightning quick work of the walkers, hacking off their arms, dismantling their jaws, and slinging rope around their bodies like they were little more than a miniature herd of cattle. He came back smiling, probably thinking to himself how proud Michonne would be if she could see him now.

“Here,” he hummed. He passed over the rope attached to two jawless walkers like they were pets on a leash.

You accepted it and joined him as he walked, eyeing your newly-tripled group with a curious look.

“Should we—” you started.

“Not naming them,” Daryl said before you could finish.

The six of you trudged along a path of broken glass and steered toward one of the semi-shattered doors. Your stomach started to twist when the sounds of the groaning walkers within reached your ears.

“’S’okay. Nothin’s gonna hurt us with these ugly fucks around,” Daryl murmured to you, glancing back at the doe-eyed, mutilated geeks at your rear.

You nodded silently and followed his lead. The pair of you were practically halfway through the entrance now, making your way past piles of debris and gradually drawing closer to the hissing mob inside. You eyed the looming horde, chewed the inside of your cheek, and yanked your brand new friends a little closer.

And, like magic, the herd hardly stirred when you approached the perimeter. A few parted ways enough to give you entry and, when you’d stepped inside, proceeded to close right back around as if you were one of their own. Not a single snarling mouth or clouded eye turned your way as you and Daryl shuffled ahead, mimicking their moans and hisses and occasionally trading looks as if to say, ‘No fucking way this is working.’

You carried on. Followed by sight where streams of light went pouring in through the caved-in ceiling. Even looked to a couple worn and faded aisle numbers and quickly learned you were much closer than you thought.

You slowed your pace.

“Condoms, 2:00,” you whispered, trying to direct Daryl’s attention to the right.

The pregnancy tests were always stationed somewhere near the condoms—like a warning, you thought. You never could’ve imagined you’d be so happy to see that silent admonition in your life, now, as you and Daryl sidled over to the scattered rows of sexual wellness products and took a closer look.

Daryl reached down, seized a box, and held it up to you.

“Nope. Ovulation test,” you shook your head.

Another.

“Pantyliners.”

“Goddamn, how many pussy products do y’all need?” Daryl groaned, stepping aside to let you check the shelves yourself.

You found a pregnancy test in four seconds flat. You chucked the box his way and grabbed half a dozen more.

Internally, you would’ve loved to celebrate this momentous occasion, but rationally, you knew there were several hundred flesh-eating horrors just waiting for you to fuck up and serve yourselves on a platter a stone’s throw away. Moreover, you were ill at ease—almost fearful—of the result you might get from the tests. After six months of setbacks and cyclic, habitual frustration, you almost didn’t want to know one way or another. You weren’t fit to face another disappointment.

When your gaze flitted to Daryl’s, you saw his expression had softened. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms and cradled your head to his chest.

“Don’t matter what the test says,” he murmured into your hair, stroking it softly, “’m gonna put a damn baby in ya if it’s the last thing I do.”

You surprised yourself by bursting into laughter, not tears, on his front, trying to stifle the sounds in his shirt as he hugged you tighter. You squeezed him back, held him close, and almost forgot your four drooling companions and the many more still prowling about the store. You turned your head up to Daryl.

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you too.”

Daryl leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips.

He probably meant it to be a peck, nothing more than a second or two, but when you pulled him in and really kissed him back, he didn’t mind at all.

He walked you back into a shelf, pushed your body as careful as he could so as not to disturb any items behind you. You brought a hand to his hair and threaded it tight through your fingers, prompting the smallest of groans between you. Daryl stepped a little closer.

The second your tongue breached the seal of his lips, you felt a hand slide down to your backside and nudge you up a little, so you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your tongues delved deeper, hands roamed further, and moans took on a volume that likely wasn’t safe at all for your current surroundings. Your four gummy-mouthed comrades stood as silent and still as ever.

“Wanna— have another go for good measure?” you muttered against Daryl’s lips. Hips grinding with his against all your better judgment.

“Couldn’t...hurt,” Daryl groaned in return.

Undoubtedly, it could do more than just hurt you—if those walkers sniffed you out, they’d kill you—but, as it was, neither of your hormone-charged bodies had the presence of mind to say any differently. You and Daryl shed clothes quicker than either of you could comprehend and, within a minute, were back on each other with another flurry of quick, frantic kisses.

Daryl gripped your bare hips, pinned them to the shelf, and almost cursed in your mouth when the whole damn thing threatened to give way.

In a blink, he’d grabbed the metal behind you and was slowly, desperately trying to yank it back while you cast a look around you.

Nothing roaming nearby. At least as far as you could see.

You shifted as though you were going to slide out of Daryl’s arms, but he just drew you closer. Once he’d righted the shelf, he secured his arm underneath you and grinned.

“Wanna take this someplace a little more private?”

You nodded and motioned toward the big ‘Rx’ sign at the end of the aisle. Daryl followed your gaze.

The pharmacy counter would have to do.

You were propped up against the cool surface in no time at all—right after Daryl had tied the walkers to a nearby pole—and suddenly you felt warmth all around. In spite of your nearly stark naked stature, you were enveloped by Daryl’s body, pressed flush against the counter and feeling his touch run every which way he pleased. He kissed, licked, and sucked every supple inch of your skin and acted like it was the first time he’d tasted you in ages. Like it wasn’t last night, and the morning before that, and every day preceding that he’d gotten his fill.

Daryl watched with eyes that drank you in like a novelty, and somewhere deep within you both, you knew you needed this now.

You hardly had a moment’s time to think before Daryl was thrusting inside you. Laying you flat on your back and fucking you hard against the counter with your legs draped over either one of his shoulders.

Daryl fought back a moan when your walls first welcomed him, slow at first, but maddening all the same. You felt a hand drift to your neck and seize it at the base, saw Daryl lean in a little and say, through gritted teeth,

“Tha’s my good girl— take daddy’s cock.”

You whimpered in response, feeling him rut his hips even harder. Daryl squeezed your throat as he did, and, seeing how much you loved it, held it there as long as you could take it before you came gasping for air.

He’d fill you to the hilt, pull out, and do it all again, quietly moaning your name as he pumped in and out.

“Fuck, Daryl, I— fuck,” you tried, and failed, to speak a coherent sentence as the archer picked up speed.

“Wha’s’at, honey? Ya say sumn’?” Daryl pried, pretending like he wasn’t already sending you straight to the brink of orgasm with the force of each stroke.

You hummed in an effort to conceal your moan but ended up letting loose an even louder sound, punctuated by something of a shriek when Daryl delivered a particularly hard blow. You clamped a hand over your mouth and watched Daryl shoot a look over his shoulder. Then he turned back, smirking.

“Didn’t quite catch tha’, honey,” he managed between ragged thrusts, “Wanna moan a little louder so the whole fuckin’ store can hear?”

You shot him a look as if to say, ‘Get fucked’—then pulled him even deeper with your fingers wrapped fast around his forearms. Daryl hardly seemed fazed, simply dropping a hand between your legs and offering another shit-eating grin when your body jolted under his touch.

“Feel good, baby?” he hummed.

You nodded and whimpered. Couldn’t help but clench when he leaned forward and angled your legs higher. Daryl let out a throaty moan.

“Gonna cum f’me?”

Before you could answer, he lowered himself even closer, ‘til your legs were all the way up by your ears and your body was chock-full of pleasure, all but brimming with tears. You tried to nod, found that you could scarcely move, and felt Daryl cup your face in his hand as he continued to fuck you, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip,

“Cum fer daddy, then. Cum all over this cock.”

Daryl knew he didn’t need to tell you twice. In a matter of seconds he felt you come undone beneath him, hands gripping him tight and walls clenching even harder. He caught your lips in a sloppy kiss, tried to quiet your moans, but found himself chasing that high not too long after. He spilled his seed inside you and watched your face contort with pleasure—not from your climax alone, but that pure, primal feel of his warmth spreading out deep within you.

The two of you parted, panted, and grinned in each other’s faces like that wasn’t the single dumbest, and most dangerous, fuck you’d had in your entire lives.

You didn’t need to exchange a word; you knew you shared identical thoughts. Daryl squeezed your thigh.

Twenty minutes later, with your walker quartet in tow, you paced a nervous path back and forth before your car in the parking lot. On the hood sat half a dozen, urine-soaked pregnancy tests with the screens facing down. You stopped and turned to Daryl, eyes locking on his.

“Ready?”

“Flip ‘em.”

[roploem]

Teen Shen yuan becomes a little guy au:

*deep breath before rant*

So, Shen yuan dies, but at like 15-16 years old and becomes like 9. He is freaking out because he was just in the car with his family and wonders if they are dead. But soon the system informs him that they are alive and well. (In this au Shen yuan does read PIDW, but is more reserved about it)

Shen yuan is relieved until he finally looks around and realizes that he has become a street kid. He starts to panic because he doesn’t know how to do basic tasks because he was a rich and spoiled kid before.

After wandering around, he decides to help clean up vendor stalls at the end of the day for some coins. He gets some decent money from that, about a week later when he buys some food he sees 2 kids hiding near his “house” (it was a dead end alleyway that he built a small wooden like structure to help him hide from the weather). After answering some questions, the system promptly disappears and doesn’t return until Shen yuan gets to a certain plot point.

He approaches them and asks what they are doing, startling the daylights out of the kids. Shen Yuan is much taller than these little kids who he assumes are 8 and 6 years old. The younger one is much more hostile while the other is more kind.

After giving them some food and allowing them to stay with him if they wanted to, they introduced themselves as Yue Qi and Shen jiu. Shen yuan wants to ask why they are named after numbers, but doesn’t because it doesn’t seem like a good topic. (After Shen yuan introduced himself SJ had a mini crisis about wether or not they are related)

Soon the kids start calling Shen yuan, “Yuan-ge”, although Shen yuan was embarrassed at first. They ask Shen yuan to be their big brother, and shen yuan then remembers his little sister… and agrees because he loves these kids. Although… Shen yuan is upset when they don’t allow him to come near the other kids on the street…

A couple years later, SJ is 12, YQ is 14, and SY is 15. They have been living in an inn that SY bought for them to stay, but most of the time YQ and SJ aren’t there and won’t allow SY to follow them…

Suddenly one day YQ runs into their shared inn room with a panicked expression, when SY asks what happened and where SJ was, YQ broke down into tears on the floor, begging for forgiveness for not protecting Xiao-jiu.

At night both YQ and SY break into the Qiu manor and find SJ chained in a room. With Shen yuan’s knowledge from his past life, he was able to pick the lock from the shackles and escape. (His parents in his past life wanted all of their kids to know this after SY passed out in his room with the door locked)

As they were escaping, some of the night guards heard their footsteps and began to chase them. Once they got close to the outer wall, Shen yuan told them to go and he will catch up quickly. Bothe YQ and SJ declined this idea, but SY explained that if he doesn’t, they will all be caught.

So SY runs and makes noise in a different direction while YQ and SJ run the other direction with tears streaming down their faces, hoping that their Yuan-ge stays safe.

Somehow, the only thing Shen yuan got away with was a broken arm and a bruised eye. When he made his way to their inn, he was beginning to slowly pass out, when YQ and SJ showed up to help him walk.

Next

(This is a little long so I’m going to make a part 2 soon…)

[gemini-sensei]

Can you do a Robby Keene x Keene!reader, if you can do a little sister where he found out that she's bullied at school by Kyler so he takes matter into his hands.

Robby Keene and Chubby!Keene!Reader Headcanons

A/N: I read this as Keene!Reader is not Johnny's kid, so that's how I wrote this. And the school fight doesn't happen in this.

CW: bullying related to weight, body image, and attraction. (unedited)

Robby is extremely protective of his younger sister. Reader is only a year younger than him but that doesn't make him any less protective of her even if she can take care of herself more times than not.

She's not Johnny's kid so Robby does everything in his power to keep him away from her. He doesn't want him to try any of his half-assed attempts to be a dad with her because she doesn't deserve that in his opinion. She doesn't need a dad as far as he's concerned, though if someone were to ask Reader about it, her answer might be different.

She's sweet and keeps out of trouble more often than not. She doesn't like confrontation and prefers to keep the peace. When she meets Moon, they are BFFs almost immediately.

Robby takes care of Reader before himself. He makes sure she has everything she needs to go to school and is fed. He wishes he could do more for her.

When the Keene siblings get transferred to West Valley High thanks to Mr. LaRusso, they're in different grades so they don't have any classes together. They get to have lunch together though, which she's happy about. She sits with him and his friends and becomes fast friends with Moon.

However, when Kyler and his friends start bothering Reader, she acts like nothing is wrong when she's with her friends and especially with her brother. She doesn't want him to get involved because she knows he'll go all protective big brother on them.

She thinks ignoring them will make them eventually get bored but that doesn't happen. If anything, Kyler sees her as a target that won't fight back, so he's even more inspired to pick on her. Reader continues to hide the bullying from Robby and their friends despite the continued harassment.

It gets bad one day when Kyler makes fun of her for being bigger. She never had a problem with being fat before but the relentless bullying has her thinking differently. When Kyler pinches her fatty arms and tells her no one will ever like her because she's not thin and skinny.

This happens right before lunch and she ends up skipping it, hiding in the bathroom and crying. Hiding all of those emotions is like a dam and the water just keeps building up and eventually causes cracks in the foundation. Now the dam has burst.

Robby and her friends notice her absence. Lunch is Reader's favorite time of the school day because she gets to see all her friends. Moon tries calling her but Reader just sends all the calls to voice-mail and ignores all the texts they send. It's sends everyone on a hunt find her.

Moon and Sam finally find her the bathroom when they hear her crying. Moon is super gentle when talking to her, super supportive when Reader says she doesn't want to talk about it. Sam cares but she can tell Reader is crying for a reason and won't stand for it.

"Reader, what's wrong?" Moon asks. She's standing on the other side of the stall where Reader is hiding.

Reader snivels and wipes her eyes, trying to stop crying. "Nothing."

"Okay," Moon says softly. "You don't have to tell us."

Sam frowns. "Did something happen?"

...

"Maybe," Reader admits.

"Do you want a hug?" Moon asks.

Reader comes out of the stall with a nod, teary eyed and tear tracks down her soft round cheeks. Once she's out and in Moon's arms, Reader's tears start anew and she tells her and Sam everything. About Kyler. About the nasty things he says. About how he pinches and pokes at her fat arms and belly and thighs.

With this information, Sam slips away to find Robby, Demetri, and Yasmine. She informs them of what Kyler and his goons have been up to and Robby doesn't take kindly to hearing his sister's been getting bullied.

He goes to find Kyler and tell him off. With the teachings of Mr. LaRusso still in tact, he doesn't want to resolve this with fists. Oh boy how he's wrong.

Robby confronts Kyler and tells him to leave his sister alone. But Kyler laughs and tells him to fuck off, that he'll do whatever he wants; "Someone had to tell her the truth, man."

Robby is angry and tells him to shut up. "Leave her alone. That's my final warning."

Kyler is an idiot and doesn't have a sense of danger, so he pushes Robby over the edge. "Or else? You're gonna beat me up? Man, you're sister's a fat wuss. What's that make you?"

Robby doesn't even care that Kyler's trying to bully him. He sees red after he calls Reader a name and he throws the fist punch. Damn near breaks his fucking nose.

The fight itself is short. I mean, Kyler doesn't stand a chance against Robby on a nice day. But now he's pissed Robby off and he's not playing games. He has Kyler on the floor and his friends try to jump in to help, but Sam ans Demetri don't let him even come close to touching Robby. And the Cobras (Hawk and Tory) wanna jump in so badly but see that this is personal and decide its not worth suspension.

Robby gets suspended for a week but it's worth it in his mind. He tells the counselor that Kyler should have just kept his mouth shut and he wouldn't have lost a tooth. The school staff don't know how to respond to that but tell him to take the week to think about how he's going to conduct himself when he returns to school.

Johnny picks up Robby from school and is proud. He doesn't care why the fight broken out but he's proud that Robby won. Robby does t care. He just wants to make sure Reader is okay.

(Side note, in this alternative time-line, despite not being his kid, Reader lives with Johnny because he couldn't keep one kid and turn the other one away, especially since Shannon is in rehab. I can explore this more if people want it.)

Reader is just tucked into the backseat with puffy eyes, too tired to even talk about what just happened. She doesn't want to condone thr violence but she's thankful her brother stood up for her. She's also happy that Kyler won't be a problem anymore. He's be a complete moron if he tried to bother her anymore.

At home, she hugs Robby and tells him thank you before retiring to her room, too emotionally tired to deal with anything else.

He's proud of himself either way. Mr. LaRusso might not agree with how he handled that situation but that's okay. He did what he had to do. Because no one messes with his sister.

[teewritessmth]

~~Meeting your dad for the first time~~

Kenny x f! reader

Summary : You want Kenny to meet your dad, but do they get along?

Warnings : slight use of a gun metaphor, no mother figure

You lived with your dad, your mum having parted ways with the both of you many many years ago. You two barely missed her, so she isn't really worth mentioning now, is she?

Your dad knew you were seeing somebody and was over the moon to find out that his little girl was finally settling. Even though a part of him hurt realizing how quickly you grew up in front of his eyes.

But he is your father after all, seeing your beaming smile everyday was more than enough to realize you were with a good man.

So naturally he wanted to meet your boyfriend of over 4 years, Kenny.

.

.

.

"He wanted to meet me? " Kenny furrows his eyebrows looking at you in confusion.

"Well mostly I suggested that you two get to know each other, since I already met your family". You smile at him.

"I mean I'm not opposed to the idea but will he like me? Dad's are usually ferocious when their daughter starts dating someone".

"No way, my dad is not like that". You huff, determined to make a good impression of your father. "Let's just meet up at one of dad's restaurants so we can have a good chat with each other. I'm a hundred percent sure he's gonna love you".

"And I'm a hundred percent sure he's gonna shoot me right through the skull". Kenny sighs. "But I'm willing to do that for our future".

His words almost make you tear up, so to hide that you reach over and kiss him gently.

"I love you Ken".

"I love you my darling".

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.

.

You dad sat opposite to Kenny, he could say that the younger guy was nervous, but held immense amount of love for his daughter.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Y/l/n". Kenny smiled.

"Lovely to meet you too, my son". Your dad returned the smile and patted Kenny on the back. He could feel Kenny visibly relaxing and slowly engaging in to conversation with him.

You on the other hand were overjoyed to see the two most important men in your life get along. You felt so proud of Kenny and so much love for your dad who had accepted Kenny wholeheartedly. It could've easily been one of the happiest days of your life.

"Excuse me for a bit guys, I need to use the restroom". You excuse yourself from your dad and Kenny and head to the stalls to freshen up your makeup.

Kenny seizes this chance to talk to your dad one to one.

"I have something to tell you". Kenny looks at the man in front of him with hopeful eyes, hoping that he would react in a positive way.

"Oh, well what is it?". Your dad rests his arms on the table, realizing that this might be a private conversation.

"Sir, I have known Y/n ever since she was 12 years old. She is an amazing human being and has been there for me during our friendship days and when we were in love. I can hardly imagine my life without her in it. She makes everything better, and I hope you would give me your blessings to marry her and make her my wife". Kenny let's out a breath and anticipates for an answer.

Your dad remains silent, eyes glued to the table.

Kenny could hear his heart jump to his stomach, suddenly he felt like throwing up.

"I-I am so sorry, I shouldn't have asked that from you so early"-

Kenny cut himself off when your dad flashed him a happy smile.

"How could I ever say no to that question, You're a good man I'm sure, my Y/n saw the best in you and she loves you. Who am I to stop two people that love each other get married. You have my blessings, Always and forever".

Kenny laughs and your dad claps his back, the two men hug each other as they realize they would soon be related.

You come from the restroom to find the mood of the room a lot better than you last saw it.

"You two must have cleared some stuff out, look at you two beaming with joy!!".

Kenny and your dad wink at each other, relishing in your confused expression and laughing the night away reminiscing about the past. You sat there confused still, but so happy to know that Your man had finally befriended your 'beast' of a dad.

[sukunastits]

Weaponized Incompetence -

Weaponized Incompetence 1/? 

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x reader, fem pronouns 

Warnings: none, sfw.

MacTavish was, without a doubt, one of the most patient and kind Sergeants you had ran across in the SAS, made even odder by the fact that he was a Sergeant in one of the most elite Task Forces in British military history. But he was. He was firm and encouraging, always willing to answer (reasonably) stupid questions, and the least likely between himself and Sergeant Garrick to absolutely lose his shit. 

Admittedly, Sgt. Garrick had been pushed to the metaphorical edge by a very, very stupid troop who just didn’t know when to quit. He probably would have handled it better, if it hadn’t been the first week of evaluation. You couldn’t really hold it against the Sergeant. 

Six months later, and Sgt. MacTavish had kept a distressingly cool head. You weren’t fond of it; it left a lot of questions. Where was the line? How would he react when it was crossed? How did he handle anger - was he a shouter? Mr. Cold Shoulder? You had seen Sgt. Garrick at his limit; a shouter. Captain Price was authoritarian to his core; disappointed, and willing to hand out fitting punishment to ensure it didn’t happen again. Ghost, terrifyingly, appeared to be a cold shoulder kind of guy; the kind of petty, what are you talking about, I’ve never heard of Trooper Johnson a day in my life while maintaining eye contact with said never existed Trooper.  

Initially, it hadn’t bothered you. But the longer it went on, the more you wondered. And obviously you couldn’t do anything serious to trigger him. You weren’t about to risk your tenuous place on the 141, even as a tertiary member. Which left your favorite method - playing as stupid as humanly possible. 

Never about anything work related. You had fought tooth and nail for the respect you earned as one of maybe 20 female front line soldiers. No, you had to act stupid about the stupid things.

You started small. Spotting the mohawked sergeant in line at the cafeteria, sliding your way behind him with a beatific smile at Troop Russell, who let you into line with a resigned air. Carefully brushing your shoulder against the sergeant, welcoming his easy greeting like a witch letting children into her gingerbread house. 

“You know,” you started, in a way that anyone who shared a barracks with you knew was a bad sign. “I’ve never figured out why people think chickens lay eggs.” 

Smiling vacantly to hide the incandescent joy of shit-stirring, you watched as the sergeant stuttered, brows closing together in confusion. You could practically see the thoughts growing in that pretty little head; is she being serious? Is this a joke? 

No joke, you thought giddily, still maintaining a deviously blank poker face. Go on, you know you wanna. 

“What are ye talkin’ ‘bout?” 

“Eggs,” you answered, slow enough to cast a questionable tone. Like you couldn’t understand why he would be confused. “They come from cows.” By this point, the line had stalled, Sergeant MacTavish bewildered enough to cease multi-tasking. You couldn’t blame him. Walking single file while cafeteria staff handed you food was probably a difficult task when dealing with yourself. You wouldn’t know - you were everyone else’s problem, never your own. 

Pointedly, you looked at the lone, hard boiled egg resting on his plate, and then past his shoulder to the stretch of no man’s land between him and the person in front of him. At least a meter of space. He jolted into action, the hiss of his plastic tray frissioning against the metal ledge covered by his pretty, deep baritone. “Eggs are poultry, lass. They do come from chickens.”

“See, everyone thinks that,” you shook your head. From the corner of your eye, you can see Troop Russell, chin tucked to his chest. Troop Russell has never won a game of poker in his life. You’ve never played poker with him, but you know this for a fact as well as you know that chickens do, obviously, lay eggs. “But they’re wrong. They come from cows; its why they have a second stomach. Its how they regurgitate eggs.” 

They key to saying this kind of off the wall shit, you’ve learned, is to never give anyone time for a reasonable retort. It’s why you decided to corner him in the lunch line, a bunch of military ducks in a row that clears out relatively fast. Content with the microwaved chicken sandwich dressed up with a single leaf of lettuce, fruit cup, singular rolling egg, and squat baby water bottle on your tray, you decide it’s time to make your escape.  

“C’mon, think about it sergeant - if eggs come from chickens, why are they in the dairy aisle? With all the dairy?” And there it is, quick but beautifully vindicating; a flash of what the absolute fuck across his adorably disgusted little face. Not yet fed up with your shit, but certainly in disbelief of it. 

“Anyways, have a nice lunch, Sergeant,” you grin, practically floating to your usual table. Moments after you settle onto the bench, Troop Russell is sliding in next to you. “This is going to end horribly,” he points out. 

“But hilariously,” you counteract. “Don’t ruin this for me.” Deciding to start with your victory egg - the catalyst of your nonsense - you make eye contact with Sergeant MacTavish as you bite into it. Three rows away and seated diagonal from your own table, he’s ignoring the seemingly content ramblings of Sergeant Garrick to squint at you. Confused. But, like those dumb ass kids who saw a gingerbread house in the middle of haunted woods, you knew he wouldn’t walk away. Oh no. Too baffled by the incongruousness, he would walk right in. 

Blame it on daddy issues, or problems with authority, but you refused to work with a man without knowing what he was like madder than a bull. And something about easy, pretty Sergeant MacTavish told you whatever outcome? It would be fun. 

anywho, I have no idea & am screaming into the void 🥴

[inkykeiji]

Hii Clari! What do you think would caught ranpo's eyes about a reader? And how would he approach them?? He feels like a menace

hi anon!! c: hmm i dunno about what would catch his eye, i think he’d be interested in all types of people, but i can talk about how i think he’d approach a crush or someone he’s interested in!

warnings: mentions of yandere right at the end

ranpo having a crush would be very interesting because i feel like it could go a few different ways, depending on how he’s feeling that day and the person themselves. i could honestly see him becoming uncharacteristically shy with the person if the crush hits him very suddenly and out of nowhere the moment they meet (aka if it’s a new person in his life), almost to the point where it comes across as rude because he refuses to do anything with them or be around them. the feelings are strong, potent, and entirely unfamiliar, and he has no idea how to deal with them, so he avoids them until someone talks some sense into him and helps him work through them in a positive and productive way. after he gets over his initial shyness and processes the emotions he’s experiencing, i think he’d begin to act exactly the way i describe below!!

if the person isn’t a new person in his life, and the crush + feelings develop gradually over time as he gets to know them, then i think he’d be obsessive, almost overbearing, with his presence. he’d suggest doing everything together in a way that comes across as incredibly blunt and bordering on demanding, even though that isn’t at all his intended tone. he’s just excited; he wants to spend time with them, wants to show off to them, and wants to share things with them.

if you say you’re going grocery shopping after uni class or work, he’ll naturally invite himself to tag along with you. if you say you’re craving a specific food or meal, he’ll grab you by the wrist and march you over to the closest food stall or restaurant without stopping, no matter how much you protest. if you mention wanting to see a new film that’s just been released, he will immediately buy tickets for the next available showtime and tell you—not ask you—that you’re coming with him. he’ll begin attempting (and often succeeding; he isn’t one to take no for an answer) to drag you along on all his missions and cases, because he wants you to see how smart he is, how capable and adept he is, how absolutely awe-inspiring he is. he wants you to be feel astonishment and admiration towards him, be in amazement of him and his intelligence. ranpo is not a fan of sharing his snacks, but if it’s you, well, he guesses he can part with a candy or two (and if you like that candy, you can absolutely expect him to get very enthusiastic and begin shoving more and more at you to gauge your reactions in relation to other flavours etc—he thinks they’re really cute).

i also think that he wouldn’t really hide his crush for long. aside from the fact that the behaviour described above is abnormal for him and would instantly signal to anyone who knows him well that something is up, ranpo is also so honest, and he almost always says exactly what’s on his mind. if he thinks you look pretty or handsome, he’s going to tell you so with absolutely no reservations. if he likes something you’re doing or finds one of your mannerisms adorable, he’s going to tell you so, bluntly and boldly. as such, he’ll either end up letting it slip that he has a crush on you in some totally nonchalant way, or he will very candidly and almost curtly ask you to go on a date with him because he likes you a lot.

i don’t think ranpo is one to have small or insignificant crushes, either. when he falls for someone, he falls fucking hard, and he’ll stop at nothing to make them his—which is to say, if you reject him, you’re going to absolutely shatter his fucking heart; smash it into a million sharp fragments that pierce his lungs and slash his stomach and lodge between his ribs, so painful he can barely stand to breathe at all. this definitely introduces a very slight yandere potential; he can’t understand why you don’t want to be with him, why you wouldn’t want to be with him—he’s obviously the best person in the entire universe for you, after all; there’s no way anyone else on any other planet would possibly be a better fit for you than he is—but he also isn’t necessarily the type to continue pursuing you after you’ve made it explicitly known that you’re not interested out of genuine respect for you; unless he’s seriously delusional and is able to somehow trick himself into believing that you’re just too dumb, you just don’t know what’s good for you, not the way he does, and you very clearly and very evidently need him to protect you, to shelter and guide you, because he knows what’s best for you better than anyone else ever could or ever will. he’s only doing this because he loves you, obviously. it’s all for your sake, don’t be so fucking ungrateful.

[my-st0ff]

Curse

Chapter One

Fandom: American Horror Story

Pairing: Dandy Mott x female reader

Chapter Song: Curse of the Balckened Eye - Orville Peck (lyrics in bold)

Story Summary: When you, a devoted to work detective, are put on the case of the Motts, you rise to the challenge. Though you do your best to focus your attentions on all aspects of the case, the son of Mrs. Mott seems to be doing all he can to take up your time.

"Why and how did you leave Aubrey, Miss Mott?"

You hold focused eye contact with the woman that sat on the velvet couch opposite the one you warmed. One leg crossed over the other, and a notepad rested upon your thigh.

Mrs. Mott: "Please, again Detective, it's Mrs. Mott. I'm still lawfully wed"

You: "My apologies... So, about Mr. Mott"

Mrs. Mott: "Yes, of course. Well, by 27, I was planning on how I would get away. I always said, "I should work on my escape" to Dandy but stalled so much"

You: "Dandy was, what? Seven?"

You knew how wrong it was to try and have a child process their parents' separation. But you were not here to express any sort of opinion. So you remain stone faced.

Mrs. Mott: "Two"

You couldn't have heard her right. You think.

You: "Hm? Sorry, I didn't catch that?"

Mrs. Mott: "Little Dandy was two"

Her gaze drifts from yours, images of her son as a toddler replaying in her mind. This was only when your pupils flickered up to the topic of discussion. Dandy stood behind the sofa with a hand resting on the back of it, one by each of his mother's shoulders - a few inches from them. His towering stature had to lean a little for his palms to reach the back of the sofa. He had not yet said anything, as you had made it clear you had to talk to Mrs. Mott first. But it still felt so much like he was in charge of this whole ordeal.

You: "Okay, so"

You clear your throat.

"I must bring us back to topic. How and why did you leave Aubrey?"

A glimpse of offence flashes over her eyes before they join yours again in a polite manor.

Mrs. Mott: "He was suspicious, and it made me nervous in my own home. Coming home late in a scruff, yelling and hitting"

Though hearing things like this disgusted you, it barely had an effect on you after all the cases you had dealt with.

You: "Was this around the time he had committed his first murder? Is that correct?"

Mrs. Mott's jaw clenches, and as it does, Dandy's sinister glare you had been doing your best to ignore finally drops from you and lands on his mother.

Mrs. Mott: "My Aubrey did not murder anybody"

She says, avoiding eye contact. Urges to argue were drowned out by professionalism as you mustered up your next question.

You: "Did you have any other children, Mrs. Mott?"

Mrs. Mott: "No, I've been hiding out, running from the curse. I wouldn't dare bare another child. I got so very lucky with Dandy"

She answers instantly.

You: "The curse?"

Mrs. Mott: "Oh, don't play coy, detective"

She smiles down her nose at you.

"You've heard what people say about this family"

You: "You believe in the Mott curse?"

You felt silly asking something like this.

Mrs. Mott: "How could I not. Every man related to Aubrey displayed concerning behaviour similar to his. I was so lucky to have him, and not one of them"

The repetition of 'lucky' was curious.

You: "What about the women? Have any of the women in the Mott family tree been known to become violent or even just very abrasive?"

Mrs. Mott: "No, dear"

She smiles sweetly.

Mrs. Mott: "More tea?"

You peer down at the tea you had forgotten about and not touched once. Now presumably cold and staining the china.

You: "Um- no, thank you, ma'am... and what can you tell me about the disappearance of Tomas Mott?"

Dandy: "Oh, please, don't upset my mother"

The mystery chips in. Though you needed him to remain quiet until it was his turn to be interviewed. You were somehow so intrigued by him that you did not become irritated by this. You only realised after the fact how out of character it was for you to agree to him being in the room for hers. Dandy Mott held a threatening authority in this household, and the moment you entered the grand doors you could feel it.

You: "I understand this is a very difficult topic, for the both of you. But this would be so much easier for all of us if you would provide me with anything you know so that I don't have to dig deeper"

You return your now empathetic gaze to his mother.

"Either way, I fully intend to find out what happened to your son, Mrs. Mott"

Mrs. Mott: "I don't want to- I won't discuss this. I think I have given you enough, detective"

Her voice pitches up a sylobal.

You: "Of course, but I will need to hear more about your son from you personally at some point or another, ma'am"

Dandy: "Goodie, my turn"

He rolls his eyes and moves impatiently around the sofa as his mother leaves the room.

Mrs. Mott: "I'll be reading in my bedroom if I am needed"

She calls back without giving a second glance.

Dandy finally enters the light upon stepping in front of the couch and then sitting. He had glass skin and stiff-with-jell hair. His thin lips lay permanently downturned, and his hands clasped together between his lap. His legs a bit apart. You smile at him modestly.

You: "Right, let's begin"

You clear your throat once again.

You: "As you already know, I am Detective y/n y/l/n. I am here today to ask you a few questions regarding the disappearances surrounding the Mott family"

The fail to continue when you notice Dandy's yawning habit.

Dandy: "Why are you telling me all this crap?"

You smile and huff in a laugh. Remaining polite and professional.

You: "I have to, Mr. Mott"

Dandy: "Yes, but I've just heard you give this whole schpiel to my mother. I was in the room, remember?"

He continues, his bratty tone grinding on you just a little.

You: "You really weren't supposed to have been but-"

Dandy: "My house, my rules, right?"

He smirks.

You: "Of course, I can make small exceptions to make sure I am respecting people's comfortability"

Dandy: "It is appreciated, detective"

He gives a small stirring smile. No clear signs were given as to if it were genuine or not. Before you could voice any questions, Mott leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.

Dandy: "May I ask you a question before we begin?"

You curled your lips inwards, as you did when thinking, for a moment.

You: "Go ahead"

Dandy: "Are you being paid for all aspects of what you're putting into this case?"

You: "I beg your pardon"

Your brows knit softly in confusion.

Dandy: "Are you just doing what you're assigned to be, or are you doing, how do I say vigilante work on this case also? Since police and detectives have been investigating this family for years, they don't seem very interested anymore. But you do"

He studied your whole form as he spoke like a fish in a tank.

You: "I just take my work very seriously, Mr. Mott"

You choose a short and non-fuffiling answer. You pushed on to keep this interview professional.

Dandy: "That I see... just wondered"

He retreats back from his lean.

Dandy: "Please continue"

You: "You and Tomas were twins, is that correct?"

Dandy: "Yes"

You: "Were you close growing up"

Dandy: "Very"

Though he answered you promptly, his attentions had already been stolen by the window behind you.

You: "How so? What sort of things did the two of you get up to together? How did you bond?"

Dandy: "We went fishing"

He smiles fondly.

You: "Sounds nice. And do you remember exactly how old the two of you were when he went missing?"

Dandy: "16."

You: "What year was it?"

Dandy: "42, 1942."

You: "And what month was it?"

Dandy: "March."

His eyes flick back into yours.

Dandy: "What the actual hell are these questions?"

He laughs. You push on.

You: "And where were you the night he disappeared?"

Dandy: "At home, asleep. It was in the middle of the night."

You: "Was it?"

Shit, you think. Shouldn't have asked that. That surely made him nervous. This isn't an interrogation, y/n.

Dandy: "Oh, please, we both know he ran off in the middle of the night"

He come backs strong.

You: "How are you sure?"

Dandy: "He was to be married in a month's time to a servent lady, realisation took him a while I'll admit but when it hit him that he was bringing that sort of dishonour to the Mott name he thought his only option was to run."

Your almost impressed.

You: "You've had a lot of time to think on it, and you have been using it, I see"

Dandy's face screws into a disappointed glare.

Dandy: "Of course I have. He was my twin brother, for heavens sake"

Was.

You: "The whole ordeal hurt you alot then, yes?"

Dandy: "To this day, detective. It hurts. I sat around wishing so many times that I would die... but I learnt that eventually, there really is no point dwelling on the past"

Dandy stands with dominance.

Dandy: "That's all you need, yes?"

You: "As a matter of fact, no. May I ask you to sit back down, sir?"

Dandy: "As a matter of fact"

He mocks.

"Look, it's true, if that is what you want to hear"

You stand as well, notepad in hand and pen in the other. In an attempt to catch up with his movements.

You: "What is, Dandy?"

You accidently use his fist name in a state of urgency.

Dandy: "True it follows me around. The Mott curse, I'm sick like the rest of the men that have come and gone"

He gives you a side glance from where he stands away from you.

Dandy: "I'd keep an eye on me if I were you, y/n"

He repeats the use of informal referral. Then casually leaves the room.

Dandy: "Dora will show you out"

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien's Lyric Poetry Event Translation (Day 7-9)

⚠️  SPOILER ALERT  ⚠️

This post contains a HEAVY SPOILER for the event that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lyric Poetry Free SSR Event | Prologue+Day 1-3 | Day 4-6 | Day 7-9 | Day 10-12 | Day 13 (Ice Flowers Date)

Translation under the cut!

✧ [Day 7] ✧

When Lucien arrives home, the moonlight is already spilling onto the windowsill, forming something akin to white clear pond.

MC: You've been working hard overtime. Have you encountered any difficult research problems?

Lucien: While there is indeed a difficult problem, it's not directly related to the project.

Lucien: It just took some extra time to solve.

As he speaks, Lucien takes out a small, delicate gift box from his arms.

Curiously, I unwrap the packaging, and a handful of cotton clouds dyed in shades of crimson and orange greets my eyes.

Lucien: When I left the Bioultima Research Institute today, I could already see stratocumulus clouds forming on the distant horizon.

Lucien: I want to share it with you, but unfortunately, I can't make it into a specimen.

Lucien: However, on the way home, I remembered seeing various glass artworks that mimic clouds.

Lucien: Although it doesn't quite fit the definition of 'specimen,' I still hope you can loosen the standards a bit and include this 'treasure' in our scope of collection.

Lucien’s note: Besides through photographs, sunset can be shared in many other ways.

✂———————–

✧ [Day 8] ✧

I can't help but smile as I look at Lucien's Moments on the screen.

Lucien's post: Making preserved fruit specimens turned out to be a tad trickier than expected, but the results are also slightly better than imagined.

MC: Now I kinda regret picking the biggest and prettiest loquat... Every time I look at them, I just can't help but crave them.

Lucien replied to MC: How about this, besides bringing back the specimens, I'll grab an extra bag of loquats on my way back too.

Lately, whenever we’re fruit shopping, those loquats at the stalls keep stealing my attention. Figured since it's spring and all, it's the perfect time for munching on loquats. So, we grabbed a bag to take them home.

The unanimously delicious and sweet fruit earned our seal of approval, and it got me thinking about turning them into specimens.

I heard the sound of keys being inserted into the lock at the door, and I smiled as I went to greet him.

Lucien carefully carries a glass jar in one hand and true to his word, he holds a bag of juicy loquats in the other.

MC: Thanks for helping out with making the specimens and bringing the fruit home, Professor Lucien~

I take the bag from him and don't forget to tiptoe and gently plant a kiss on his cheek as a "reward."

Lucien: Making preserved specimens in the lab is safer as many reagents aren't suitable for home storage.

MC: Hmm? Come to think of it, do you have any reagents secretly stashed away at home?

MC: Just like in movies or TV shows, the mysterious scientist’s home has its own hidden secrets~

Lucien: Well, shouldn't this classmate who helped me clean up the house last week know the answer to that question the best?

(there's none, because, besides he doesn't hide any secret from her, as he said, they're too dangerous to be put at home)

Lucien’s note: I heard that you can also add loquats to pear soup and stew them together. Maybe we could make this the topic of our next kitchen experiment?

✂———————–

✧ [Day 9] ✧

When I went out this morning, Lucien told me he'd be back later than usual, so I didn't have to wait for him.

The twilight sets in, and just as I'm about to send a message reminding him not to forget to eat, an email pops up.

[Desire to Share]

From: Lucien To: MC Date: March 6, 2024 (Wednesday) 22:58

Although I can’t come back on time today, I've asked someone to bring you the bits of my life that I want to preserve today.

Remember to sign for it.

[T/N: you can write a reply to his email!]

After waiting for a little, I received a document envelope.

The unfamiliar chart was carefully laminated and stored in a bag, with a note attached by Lucien.

"Today, there are several particularly beautiful flow cytometry results. Let's commemorate some of them as today's memory."

MC: This person is really...

I couldn't help but chuckle as I looked at the chart in my hand, my mind filled with images of Lucien, slightly worn out from intense work but with eyes shining brightly.

I open my phone and send him a reply. "Don't forget to rest in between creating those charts! And make sure to eat on time!"

Lucien’s note: Although there are still certain issues with the experiment itself and many parameters that need adjustment, this chart is indeed very good.

[Trivia: Annexin V-FITC is a flow cytometry reagent used for detecting apoptotic cells programmed cell death. Annexin V-FITC is utilized in flow cytometry in clinical settings for detecting apoptosis in various cells, including lymphocytes, for radiation toxicity assessment. It is utilized in cancer research and treatment for various purposes, which kinda makes me wonder if it has something to do with his cancer in the main story :"D]

✂———————–

[ocelotrootbeer264]

I Love You The Same As You Love Me.

Warning: Bad Grammer, Fluff, and gayness

Smg4: I was on my computer while the castle is getting fixed. I saw Smg3 streaming in the corner of my eye. I couldn't help but feel this way. Then something hit me. I was in love with Smg3. I stopped making my video and did a "Am I Gay Survey" I took each question and answer. "You're bisexual. You love men and women" I couldn't believe it. BISEXUALITY?! I groaned so loud, that Smg3 heard me. "Ugh... What are you groaning about...?" Smg3 said. I need to hide it... so I made another groan with my hands infront of my face. "Video Ideas...." I said. Smg3 walked up to me. "Hmm... It does look like trash... hold on." Smg3 walked away, grabbing his gamer chair. He sat beside me. I couldn't help but blush.

Smg3: I looked over to Smg4. He's blushing. I couldn't help but have feelings for him. After we're done, I decided to do a Survey called "Am I Gay?" I took it, submit my answers. "Pansexual. Of, relating to, or characterized by sexual or romantic attraction that is not limited to people of a particular gender identity or sexual orientation" I couldn't believe it. I am sexuality attracted to four. I love him.. but... not in a way like this! I took more surveys. Same sexuality. I groaned. It became night time. I opened a portal, before I went to the portal, I heard someone shouting my name. I looked over and saw Smg4. My heart pounded. I turn off the portal and walked over to Smg4. "What is it, Scrub?" I said, annoyed. "Well... I was wondering... would you like to go to this party? Um... I... Here." Smg4 said to me and gave me the card. "That's the address of the party. I uh... I hope you see you there!" Smg4 waved bye to me and I did the same. I opened up my portal and went to the Starbucks.

Smg4: As I waved back to 3, I went to my Rv and blushed on my bed. I couldn't believe it. I have feelings for him. I wonder who I should ask... X... Fm... Wait... MY FRIENDS!!! I did miss those two lovebirds...I closed my eyes and went to sleep. In the morning, I stretched. I looked at my phone for notifications. Nope. I put my phone down and looked in my closet. I found a white suit with a blue tie. Perfect. I put it on and went to the party. I looked around for Smg3. Strange. Maybe he's late... I saw Fm and X. I walked up to them. "Hey guys!" I said while beaming with joy. "Hello." X said to me. X is wearing a teal suit with a black tie, while Fm decided not to wear anything fancy. We talked awhile. I decided to ask them a question. "Hey Uh... Have you guys seen Smg3?" I asked. Fm looked at me while X is just eating some cake. "Yeah. Your boyfriend is in the bathroom..." Fm said. I blush.  "Sh-Shut up! He ain't my boyfriend!" I said, blushing madly. I looked for the bathroom. Found it. I went inside and heard someone... mummble to themselves. "Hey Smg3? You in here?" I asked. It stopped talking to themselves.

Smg3: I heard Smg4 said my name. I opened the bathroom stall and looked nervous. Smg4 can see how nervous I am. He cupped my cheek. "You wanna leave... I mean, it's fine that... you don't wanna stay..." Smg4 cooed. "It's not that. It's just... I... I love you." I said. I waited for the sharp pain of words stabbing me in the head and my heart. "I love you too." Smg4 said to me. I was flabbergasted. I smiled.. We both came out of the bathroom and went on the dance floor. We both danced and swayed to the music. We put our foreheads together and suddenly... everything blurred out. Now... I can only hear and see Smg4 infront of me. "So... Smg3... you wanna dance outside instead?" Smg4 said to me. I looked around if people are looking at us. Some are. So, "yes." I said. Smg4 grabbed my hand and we both went outside to the soft grass. I giggled when Smg4 slipped and I caught him. We continued to dance. We dance til we saw everyone leaving. I didn't want to end the dance. Not yet! We looked eachother in the eyes. Suddenly, we stopped dancing. I looked a little upset. Smg4 looked at me with a soft smile. "Thank you for the dance, Three." Smg4 said and kissed me on the cheek. He walked away, leaving me there with my heart pounding away. I looked up in the night sky. I said to myself,

"I love you the same way as you love me..."

Yeah... Sorry if this was short or bad... but, hoped ya guys liked it!

[dark-frosted-heart]

3rd Anniversary Event - A Beast’s Dream Fulfilled by Beauty - Sariel

Main route

With how busy Sariel is as chief bureaucrat, it's hard to get some alone time with him even on his day off, but Emma has a plan. Emma invites Sariel to her house, the perfect place to hide him. Sariel comments on the stuff in her room and when Emma sees him looking at something on her desk, she breaks out in cold sweat. It's something she forgot to hide. She runs over and hides it from Sariel's view. Well now he wants to see it even more [me: deja vu]. Emma tries to change the subject but Sariel stops her from talking. He tells her that he wants to know every little thing about her because he loves her so much and offers to exchange a secret of his own. Unfortunately for her, Sariel's a meanie so he reveals his secret before waiting for her response. He admits to watching her adorable sleeping face for a while before going to sleep himself. Now it's Emma's turn to reveal her secret.

She holds out an used sketchbook filled with drawings and writing from her childhood. Sariel takes the book and flips through the pages. He can't help but smile at the drawings and can tell that even as a child, she was very kind-hearted. The amount of people drawn shows how loved she is. Sariel then stops on one particular page. It's a drawing of Akatsuki holding a book, along with the words "I want to be a bookstore owner" clumsily written on the page. Back when Emma was little, Akatsuki didn't have a shop then and would sell his books at a stall in the market.

Emma too wanted to sell books, but now she's happy being Sariel's apprentice. She then casually asks Sariel what his childhood dream was, but he looks down with a pained smile. He didn't have one. He was too busy trying to survive each day to think about a possible future. But to be able to have one sounds nice.

Emma asks if he has any dreams now. He does. Hugging her around the waist and resting his forehead against hers, Sariel tells Emma that he wishes they could just be like this, touch her like this, every day. Emma says that it's not a dream if it's already come true. Perhaps Sariel answered this way to ease the tension, but it's not something Emma can let go. She wants to go find his dream together. Sariel agrees to the idea; Emma will be his instructor for the day.

The two head into town and Emma takes a moment to think.

Sariel: What should we do first, instructor? Emma: Please don't call me that! Sariel: Then how about master? Emma: You're enjoying this, aren't you Sariel... Sariel: Of course. It's a day off so it'd be regrettable not to enjoy it.

Emma takes note on how he's always in a good mood when spending his day off with her. Back to the matter at hand, Emma informs him of how dreams come to be. Usually from interests, but she hasn't seen him be interested in anything other than work. Sariel asks if he's not been clear with his interest toward her. No, he has. Very much so. Moving on...They're going to find other interests for him besides work and her. Emma looks at a flyer on a bulletin board advertising a play. It's titled "Love-Hate Comedy ~ A Single Rose's Magnificent Counterattack Against the Devil ~". Sounds like...adult content...

~~~

Emma's speechless. It truly was an adult performance that left her red. Sariel teases her about her reaction a bit but then says that they're going to need to draft an amendment to the art regulation bill relating to content warnings and age restrictions. Whoops, they ended up circling back to work. Emma's embarrassment is stirring something in him though. Sariel did enjoy the play, but he doesn't think a dream will be formed related to it. On to the next thing.

The couple go to see a fortune teller who's getting some bad vibes from them. Sariel notes that her crystal has a Pegasus engraved on it, the crest of the Tanzanite's living god. Tanzanite fortune tellers perform divination under the divine protection of the living god.

The fortune teller tells the two that they will be facing some trials because of their love for each other. Sariel thanks her for the warning, not believing her at all, and tosses a coin to her. He then leads Emma out of the alley. Sariel mentions that he can do fortune telling too since he's the devil. Taking a look at her palm, he tells her that good fortune will come to her unexpectedly. And then kisses her hand.

Soon the sun starts to set, yet they haven't found something for Sariel. They've tried out everything in town, but Sariel had no interest in any of them. Emma's at a lost and Sariel asks if she's run out of ideas. She hasn't given up yet. As her eyes dart around town, she hears Sariel let out a laugh. He admits that he was being a little mean to her today. He did, in fact, find his dream.

Ending

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

🐝 spare me a dance(in this never ending misery)

Ok before I get into the fic idea I want to highlight a fic my friend did for L2C way back in 2021 bc this title reminded me of it. It was so funny to see my insta followers run around screaming bc I refused to confirm if it was canon or not lmao, but now that the fic is out I can confirm that it's a what-if scenario

NOW FOR MY IDEA(s) FOR THE TITLE

The first one is also L2C related, and could probably be a chapter in Tales From The Lagniappe wherein everyone is on the boat and trying to find ways to keep themselves sane, considering they've been on the water for a few days and they can only play so much Uno before they have to do set the game down.

They can't exactly pull up spotify seeing as they have no service, but there is a record player with a couple of vinyls. They use it pretty sparingly to avoid getting sick of the same twenty-something songs too quickly, but they have a fun time dragging each other around the room to Sinatra in a pitiful display of "dancing." It doesn't change how horribly things have gone throughout the Green Flu, but it does bring some reprieve and comfort that they couldn't get nearly as much of when they were jumping from safe room to safe room.

My other idea... got really long lol

In this one Michael and Jeremy don't reconnect right away and it's full of all this "I wanna see him but idk if he wants to see me, idk if I'm ready to talk abt everything, blah blah blah" all that fun stuff.

Eventually we get to the sweethearts dance (valentines themed), so it's not a Huge Deal like prom but hey it's still a school dance. It's girls choice (classic high school heteronormativity) so Jeremy basically shunts away any idea that Michael will be there. He debates on even going at all but Christine frames it as an excuse to hang out with everyone, and if he hates it they can all just bail and do something else.

Everyone's "dates" are exactly who you'd expect them to be: Chloe took Jake, Brooke took Rich, Chrissy took Jeremy. So they're at the dance. There's music. There's friends. It's a pretty ok time. But this is technically a couples dance and Jenna hasn't shown up yet. How is she getting in? She texted saying she's on her way so she must've gotten someone to come with her. But who did she get on such short notice?

Jeremy gets his answer when he sees her come in with Michael.

Oh shit.

Did everyone else know this was her plan?? Was it part of the plan the entire time??? He's so unprepared oh my god she's bringing him over Michael can also tell whats going on theres no hiding from this fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the music is so loud the gym is so crowded Michael's right here in front of him and all his friends are retreating and its-

Michael follows him pretty quickly after. They get to talking on opposite sides of the bathroom stall. They never meant to avoid the other for so long, they were just scared, they want to see each other again.

It's a slow song. A slow dance. People are pairing up. It's just the two of them in front of each other. Michael is actually dressed up in front of him in a pink-lit gym with a slow song playing and Jeremy can't tell if the pounding in his chest is anxiety or something else.

But Michael reaches a hand out to him and he can't find it in himself to stop him from swaying him around the room. Jeremy's head is screaming at him to say or do something but nothing comes of it every time he tries. Michael's mouth keeps opening and closing but he's not saying anything either until he finally just whispers "I've missed you."

And Jeremy runs out of the gym into the bathroom. It's too much to see Michael look at him with such a heartbroken expression. Jeremy did that. He caused it. How could he. What kind of a friend was he that he would leave Michael alone to wallow in misery for so many months.

The two of them bail. Jeremy texts Christine to let her know and naturally she's understanding. They continue to talk as they walk back to Michael's place ("Jenna was my ride." "We carpooled."), mostly about how neither of them were too keen on going to the dance but were talked into it. Jenna had openly framed it as a way for the two to reconcile while Jeremy had been left in the dark.

They talk more when they get into the basement. They go more in depth on all the squip stuff and it's the catharsis they need to hug and cry it out. It's at this point that they realize they've yet to change out of their dressy clothes and put on a record to have their own dance. Michael offers Jeremy a hand and, despite the lack of floorspace, share a slow dance that they can actually enjoy.

[queen-dahlia]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader

My contribution for Fall Fluff Autumn Angst CCC hosted by @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess ♡

Prompts: warming hands, treats, leaves, hot apple cider. :D

Warnings: fluff, not beta read, bad English, expect grammatical errors. ^^

WC: 1657 A/N: Please, let’s just pretend that cotton candy already exist in this time but only in some country

You can't stop smiling as you stare at your reflection. Today is the day you've been looking forward to.

It's been days since you and Gilbert agreed to go to the festival, which was postponed when you visited the orphanage. You will spend another day with him outside the palace walls.

When you hear a knock on the door, you exhale to calm your overly excited heart and smoothing your dress for the nth time.

"Come in." You turned around as the door swung open.

"Shall we go?" He smiled at you, and you returned his smile.

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As you step inside the carriage, you attempt to keep cool and hide your excitement.

"So, tell me about this Halloween festival." He said.

"Well, there will be games to play, and if you win, you may choose whatever prize you want, depending on your score. Prizes can be either items or food. There are also some other shops selling Halloween-related items."

The conversation went smoothly as you talked about Halloween and answered some of his questions while Gilbert happily listened to you.

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You finally arrived at the town. There are a lot of people visiting the shops.

"What was that?" Gilbert asked, pointing to that one little shop. It was almost completely surrounded by small clouds, and the people who bought these 'small clouds' were eating it.

"I've never seen those before, do you want to check it out?"

He nodded, and you both observed the people eating it with almost satisfied expressions on their faces.

"I'm curious what that is."

"Based on how long that line is, whatever they're selling must be really good." Gilbert said. "I don't want to waste time waiting in the line, stay here."

Before you could respond, he walked over to the shop and spoke with one of the vendors. He was far away, you had no idea what they were talking about and you couldn't see who he was speaking to.

Gilbert returned and grinned at you after only a few moments. "Come on, we will return here later."

"What did you talk about?"

"Ah, I told the owner to save some cotton candies for us later."

"Cotton candies? That's what they're called? Did you ask more about it?" You questioned as you both moved to the next booth.

"I didn't, but he said it was very sweet."

Looking back at that shop, the line appears to simply keep going and going. "Well, I really do hope they will save some for us later." You mumbled.

"Don't worry, they will." Gilbert assured you.

You looked up at him, and he simply snickered. "Please tell me you didn't scare the shop owner."

"Did I?" Then he gave you that familiar sinister chuckle.

Although he did not answer your question with a 'yes' or a 'no,' his chuckle did. You sigh, hoping it didn't traumatize the owner.

You walked side by side, but you were startled a little when his icy-cold hand held your hand. Not just that type of hold, but he even intertwined his fingers on yours.

"You might get lost."

"I should be the one to tell you that. I know this place better than you do."

"I'm referring to your height." Gilbert laughs as he continues. "I can't let a little bunny get lost in the crowd."

You frown and roll your eyes at him, but deep down you don't care what he just said. Acting annoyed at him to hide your giddy emotions.

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Gilbert will stop at every food stall to buy candy apples, pumpkin pies, apple breads, as well as other treats, but one shop that caught his interest, the bakery where you used to buy your pastries before arriving at the palace. Cookies with cute monster designs are the most popular treats for Halloween.

You took a seat after Gilbert ordered treats that could practically feed ten people.

That is not surprising. He loves food.

"It's almost a shame to eat this because it's so cute." He says, but then eats it anyway.

You bit back your laughter as you sip on your hot apple cider before taking a bite on the cookie.

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You got up from your seat after eating the sweets. He twined his fingers once more on yours as you two exited the shop and returned to explore the other booths.

When you see some books, both of you will browse the shelves, and whatever catches your eye, Gilbert will buy it, and he bought a lot of books, he instructed the store owners to have it delivered to the palace under your name instead of his.

He explained that it is better to have the deliveries made under your name since he does not like telling people his name and ruining the fun of the festival because he is the prince of Obsidian. Which makes sense.

You were both stopped when a cheerful voice called out to you.

A woman in her late forties approached you with a friendly smile. "Hello. We have a game that needs to be played by partners, and it will begin at 6 in the evening. Of course, there are prizes to be won." The woman then begins to explain more about the game.

Before you could even utter a word, Gilbert spoke. "We'll be there."

"Thanks! You look like a perfect pair for each other. I have a strong feeling you're going to win this game. Goodluck."

"Thank you."

A moment of silence before you finally found your words. "You didn’t even ask me if I would like to participate in that game."

"I know you would."

"There are many games, but you pick the one that is in the last place I'll visit. I don't wanna participate in it."

"Yeah, there are a lot of games, but that one seems interesting. Besides, she said we were a perfect pair for each other." He responds casually as you go back to the first shop you visited.

When the staff noticed you, despite the long queue, they prioritized you and brought you a pair of large cotton candies on a paper stick. Gilbert left the money and began to walk away again.

"This is very sweet." He said as he ate some more.

"And it melts quickly too." You added as you take your time eating it, savoring the sweetness.

"I’m tired, do you know any place that we can rest?" He asked you.

"Yes, it's not far from here."

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Different shades of dried leaves were scattered on the quiet road. There are benches but Gilbert wants to rest under the large tree.

"Would you rather stand there?"

"Of course not." You sat next to him, but Gilbert suddenly laid his head on your lap. "Hey!"

"What?"

"You can lie down on the bench if you want to."

"No. Ah, I'm tired." He said as he closed his eye. You sigh as you let him take a nap. It was tiring, but it was great to be with him. After a few minutes, your fingers lazily stroked his soft, smooth hair.

You leaned back against the tree. The nice weather makes you so drowsy, you attempted to fight the sleep but failed and drifted into dreamland.

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Gilbert's eye fluttered open when he felt you stop stroking his hair, only to see you sleeping peacefully. He moved carefully and sat next to you.

He remembered when you asked him to accompany you to the festival the other day. He was overjoyed since it was the first time in his life that someone had actually asked him, but he kept his cool. His hand on your cheek as he adored you, before kissing your forehead and he spoke.

"Sweet dreams, my little rabbit."

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A strong gust of wind blows on your face, making you shiver. You snuggle on your pillow, and the pillow snuggles back.

At first, you thought it to be a dream, but then the 'pillow' starts to embrace you tightly. You initially allow your senses to register that you are not embracing a pillow but rather a body. You immediately woke up and allowed your brain to fully comprehend everything.

Gilbert had you seated on his lap, his arm over your waist, your head resting on his chest, and his other hand holding a small book. He was still wearing his jacket, but the cape was draped in over you.

"Did I wake you up?"

Everything had finally been registered in your mind. You moved quickly and stood up, but he only laughed at you. Again.

"W-what? Why are you laughing?"

"Ah, I never thought you were a pillow hugger." He smiled.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Why? You did nothing wrong." Gilbert said as he rose up and put the small book in his pocket.

"Where did that book come from?"

"From my pocket."

"Ugh, seriously."

"Ahaha. This was from one of the shops we visited. I didn't have it delivered because I want to read it when I'm resting."

You didn't question him more, and that's when you saw something in his hair. "Stay still." You spoke as you reached out and removed a small leaf from his hair.

"Hey Gil, could you bend down a bit further? There's a little more." He was surprised, but did as you requested, allowing you to remove the leaves. "It's all gone. Do I have any leaves in my hair?"

"No, there isn't. I removed it while you were sleeping."

"Oh, uh, thanks?"

"You're welcome." His fingers entwined once more with yours. "What is it?" He asked when he noticed your confusion.

"You're warm."

"Ah, that. It's because of you. I've been holding you in my arms while you were sleeping."

"... You should have woken me up."

"I don't want to."

He then bit your fingertips before you left the place and : the haunted mansion; to play the game he was looking forward to.

Tagging: @atelieredux @thewitchofbooks ♡

[literaryoblivion]

Abandoned WIP--SuperWolf Deancas/Sterek

As stated before, this is an abandoned WIP snippet. I’ll tag them with #my abandoned WIPs to organize it. If you see any and are so inspired by any of these to either create your own or finish, PLEASE tag me! I’d love to see if someone was able to take it and run with it since it stalled out for me.

Dean and Derek own a bakery together and Dean helps Derek woo Stiles and Derek helps Dean woo Cas.

Derek definitely remembers better than Dean when they decided to go into business together.

“It was after you made that pie for our Thanksgiving potluck in college, and I told you we should have a bakery and you could make pie and I’ll make cookies.”

“Dude, no it wasn’t. It was when I told you after you made me that birthday cake that we should sell it,” Dean replies emphatically.

Derek sighs because he’s honestly tired of this argument. The point is they have a bakery now, even if neither of them can remember the exact moment they thought of opening one. They had become friends in college, roommates soon after, and now business partners.

It had taken a while to come up with a name though… 

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“D&D.” 

“No, Derek.” 

“Why the hell not?” 

“For one that’s a game Charlie plays all the time. And two, I think Double D’s would be better.” Dean says it with a waggle of his eyebrow and a smirk. Derek is not impressed.

Derek gives him a flat look. “You are such a pervert.” 

“What? It’s clever. What you want to name it something about getting some D instead? I’m an equal opportunity sort of guy.” 

Derek ignores him. Then says, “How about DD’s Desserts?” 

“Ugh fine, you are no fun, man.”

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DD’s Desserts gets a lot of customers, and even though Derek and Dean have part-time employees that help them on the weekends and seasonally, they try to have at least one or both of them there all the time. They are the bakers after all, but they take turns taking care of customers’ orders, ringing people up, etc. They like still feeling like it’s their business.

They each have their specialties: Dean is the sole maker of the pies and pastry-related items, and Derek makes the cakes and cookies. It works and along with their specialties, they also take turns who helps with customers, which is why Derek is in the front taking inventory of what they have left and what he might have to make more of before the day is through, with Dean in the back working on a few orders.

The bell on their door chimes, and Derek turns to greet the customer who’s walked in when he freezes, struck by how attractive the customer is. He’s tall and lean, brown hair and eyes, a few moles scattered along his jaw. He is gorgeous and Derek kind of doesn’t know how to reign in his attraction so that he can be professional towards this customer.

Finally, he gets a grip and nods and mumbles out, “Hello.”

The guy grins and approaches the display case. “Hi.”

Derek coughs. “What can I help you with today?”

The customer smirks like he had some dirty answer to that question. Luckily for Derek he doesn’t say it, but he replies, “Well, I’m not sure. A few friends told me this place was pretty good, so I figured I’d come check it out. What should I get?”

“What types of desserts do you like?”

“I mean anything with sugar is awesome, but I have to say I’m pretty partial to pie.”

Derek nods and moves down the counter towards the display case that holds their pies. “Today we’ve got apple, blueberry, french silk, and coconut creme all by the slice. If you want a whole pie, you’ll have to place an order.”

***rest of the rambling fic idea: Dean is the pie/pastry dude, and Derek is more of the cookies/cupcake guy, and Stiles LOVES pie But like Derek goes and hides in the back when Stiles comes around because he gets flustered around Stiles and Dean thinks he's being ridiculous and he can tell Stiles likes Derek because he asks Dean where he is EVERY time he comes in and so Dean is like that's enough and bakes this amazing pie and when Stiles comes in, Dean just hands it over and Stiles is like ???? and Dean is like it's from Derek. Just take it. and Stiles is like *heart eyes* and then while he's mooning over his pie, Castiel walks in and Dean is just at a loss for words, and runs to the back to shove Derek into the front because it's his turn, but Stiles is still there, and Castiel is standing there confused & looking at Stiles, like ??? and Stiles shrugs and is like IDK dude. And like Dean and Derek are arguing in the back and finally Stiles jumps over the counter and comes back there and is like... YO. And Dean and Derek stop and Derek is super embarrassed and maybe Stiles walks closer all shy smiles and blushing cheeks to Derek and Dean is like I'm out of here and he mans up to greet Castiel and while they are in the front Derek and Stiles are blushing and stammering out hellos and compliments and finally Stiles just throws himself at Derek and kisses him. AND THEN later Derek finds out about Dean making Stiles pie, so he makes a basket of muffins/cookies etc. and gives it to Castiel and says they are from Dean, who is out on break and Castiel sits and waits for Dean to come back bc he wants to thank him and Derek is like... shit really? you don't have 2 but Castiel insists and Dean comes in and is like oh um heya cas what's up, and Cas is like, I wanted to personally thank you for this basket of baked goods that you made for me, and Dean is like WTF? I didn't make any- and Derek is like coughing and shaking his head and Dean is sideying him and finally gets it and is like Oh yeah, right, totally from me. You're welcome. and then Cas says, I'd like to repay the gesture, perhaps you can come over and I can make you dinner? And Dean is like UM YES OF COURSE I AM THERE YES. and it's a date and they make out and Stiles comes and hangs out at the bakery and eats the day old stuff and mess ups and makes out with Derek in the back. THE END*****

[sunreisets]

What’s your name — Alex Albon x Lily Muni He

Author’s notes: Hey hey hey! so recently i’ve started an f1 au about 10 realms! This isn’t related to any of the lore I am planning but thought it would be really really cute to include this into the lore because I LOVE ALEX AND LILY’s RS SM THEYRE SO CUTE!!

anyways, I’ll attach a bit of some background information before you read this. I hope you enjoy it! first time exploring into this so hehe

also there is a feature of Carmen in here (for those who don’t know, it’s George Russel’s gf) and lily and her look really really close so I made them best friends in this one shot! i’m going to post more not lore related fics and one shots like these to test the waters <3 because I also haven’t finished planning yet AHAHAHA anyways enjoy!

Lily was a common girl in Frank, Williams Realm. Every morning, going to the nearby Merchant Street was a routine for her. She wasn’t going there only because she had to pick up groceries for her mother, she was also enchanted by the goods there.

Charms, fortune-telling shops and good food… what drew her in the most were stalls selling ornaments from other realms. Most merchants sold objects picked up from Mercedes Reich since there was a direct portal to the realm (which Lily wasn’t allowed to go to despite the countless times she had to beg her parents), but occasionally she would find stores that sold stuff from other realms. She would buy one or two objects and hide it away from her mother, as a collectible to show off to all her friends.

“Lily!” A familiar voice resounded from behind her. Turning around, her face lit up.

“Hello Carmen!” Lily said as she hugged Carmen tightly. “How was your trip to the Reich?” “It was great, really… I met this boy, really cute!” Carmen exclaimed, looking up in the sky dreamily, pink speckling her cheeks. “Anyways, I returned yesterday and passed by this street, saw that there was this young merchant. He was selling objects its origin I couldn’t even figure out!”

Lily’s eyes sparkled. New merchants selling otherworldly objects? “I’ll go check out that stall. See you around!” “Yep, he’s right over there, blonde hair, tan skin, asian…” Carmen pointed to her left.

Looking around, Lily spotted a blonde haired boy, laying his head on the table and fidgeting with a trinket.

Approaching the stall, Lily picked up one of the ornaments and her eyes widened. It was an elephant, carefully crafted with gold and decorated with precious gemstones. “Woah..”

“Hello, how may I help?” The boy turned his head to look at her, smiling awkwardly.

It was then Lily was able to study his features. Tan skin, beautiful hazel eyes. His hair was actually dyed, she realised as she noticed his dark hair roots beneath his blonde strands. He was handsome.

“Uh hello-?” He waved. She blinked, and her face turned a light shade of pink, realising that she had been staring.

“How much for- one?” She awkwardly stammered. “also… if it’s appropriate to ask, where is this from?”

The boy chuckled a bit. “It’s 6 pounds, and to answer your question, that is a trade secret, but I can tell you that it is from a place many here would not want to go.”

“Mysterious, I see…” she smirked a little, “anyways, I don’t really want to get caught by my mother because I sidetracked while getting her groceries…”

“oh i’m so sorry! here.” He sheepishly passed the ornament to her. She started finding coins to pay him, but he gently grabbed her wrist.

“Take it for free.”

Lily blushed a bit. “No, I- I’ll pay.” He shook his head, placing the ornament in her palm, as she clasped her hand around the cold metal of the elephant figure. “Use the money to buy more groceries instead.” He said firmly. Lily’s face got hotter as she bowed, thanking the boy, before running off to get the rest of the things on her shopping list.

“Wait!”

She turned around, looking at the boy.

“What’s your name?” he had asked.

“Lily, what about you, mysterious merchant?”

“My name’s Alex, Alex Albon”

[heaven-s-black-box]

Wright Anything Agency + Prosecutors Office= Chaos chpt.5 extra

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Recovery date: May 29th, 2020

Description: The WAA's air conditioner breaks during an LA summer, so they go to the only place they can think of... the prosecutors office. Chaos ensues led by the youngest members of the Wright and Edgeworth families.

Notes: A entry series involving a descendant of a traveler, following the death of her mother it was determined Sky would be better off staying with Miles Edgeworth. This is an OC insert, the fantastical technobabble is just for looks

Related works: Miles adopts Sky, Trucy meets Sky

Chapters: 1 2 2.5 3 4 5 5.5

Word count: 289

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“Hiding in the bathroom? Really?” Apollo asked.

He was standing in front of the only occupied stall with his hands on his hips. Outside, he could hear people happily chattering about the rockstar with him. At least they had some sense of privacy.

“I’m not hiding herr forehead, I simply needed to use the bathroom after running around for so long,” Klavier answered from inside the stall.

“Uh huh, sure.”

 He heard a flush, then the door opened. Standing in front of him was his courtroom rival in semi-normal clothes for once. Instead of his usual overly glittery and tight clothes, he was wearing purple swim trunks. His hair was in it’s usual twist, unlike Apollo’s hair which slicked back instead of in his usual horns. Apollo had gone looking for Klavier after he’d been chased off by a group of fans. The same group that was still happily chatting away outside. The only good thing about them was that it made it easy to find Klavier.

Apollo hopped up on the small bathroom counter while Klavier washed his hands. “So, we gonna stick around here till they leave?”

“Ja, or at least for awhile.” He joined Apollo on the counter. “So, why did you come looking for me, liebling?”

“Someone had to,” Apollo huffed and looked towards the door. It had quieted down, maybe they could leave sooner than he thought. “Besides, I didn’t want Trucy wasting her beach day looking for you and I didn’t think anyone else would wanna go looking.”

“Macht sinn,” Apollo’s stomach grumbled and Klavier chuckled. He hopped down and extended his hand to Apollo. “ Would you like to get lunch liebling?”

Apollo smiled and took his hand, “Lunch doesn’t sound half bad.”