#and where did these mussels come from?

[ivyllamauwu]

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I mean get it Rapunzel 💅

But anyone else lowkey scared he might not be the same? And ngl… he looks bad.. like what happened to the cute lil guy? Who is this tall man??? And this means I can’t make dead Percy joke anymore 😔 BUT SERIOUSLY WHY IS HIS HAIR SO FUCKING LONG?????????

[joenotexotic99]

The pleasure before the storm

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Five Hargreaves x f!reader

Warning: slight spoilers for season 3, smut, oral f!receiving, hand job male and female receiving, bathtub sex, riding, unprotected sex (rember it won't harm her to wear some armor,) cream pie, language, squirting, face riding, and of course fluff.

Lmk if I missed any :)

-Five and reader are both in there 20s-

Word count: 1.5K

-I am not responsible for what you read on the internet so please do not blame me for adult content-

A/n: I know this is not my regular Fandom however I ABSOLUTELY love the umbrella academy and there is a SEVERE lack of smut in this Fandom so I did a favor for all the whores for five out there and wrote this

Enjoy

<3

*I'm too lazy to write a whole ass backstory for this so just imagine that you and five got wrapped up with each other in the 60's and fell in love or some shit and just went with them to the future*

Everything was finally ok for the most part. Everyone was finally able to let out a sigh of relief, especially five. His entire life he never got the chance to feel a feeling that wasn't stress or worry or anger. He wasn't fighting or getting hurt. The only emotion he was enveloped in was his love for you.

God, you drove him mad. You were able to find that soft spot in him, so. fucking. quickly. And he loved it. He loved that no matter what he could come back from God knows where or when and be with you. To hold you, kiss you, fuck you.

Steam filled the room as you laid your head on five's chest, back to his front. You let the warm water of the bath relieve any tight mussels that were left. Five had rubbed your thigh up and down in a loving manner.

You were letting the warmth of the atmosphere slowly lull you to sleep when five's hand crept slowly up to your inner thigh. Your sleep was quickly replaced by a different warmth that was rapidly turning to heat.

"Five" you breathed. Praying that he won't stop.

He didn't reply, instead drawing his middle finger to the place you needed him most. Lazily rubbing your clit.

You squirmed due to the sensation but before you could do much, five moved his free arm around you keeping you in place.

He didn't say a word. He simply quickened his pace on your sensitive nub, keeping a strong hold on you. Making it so the only thing you could do was grip the bathtub and take it.

You moaned his name like a prayer. Over and over and over. A colorful array of language spewed out of your mouth. Head thrown back. The slight feeling of five creating a hickey on your neck. The feeling of your quickly building orgasm took over everything you simply need a little push just one. small. push.

You heard five say one word that tips you over the edge.

"Come"

And it was over. You squeezed the bathtub until your hands turned white. Letting pleasure wash over you.

Your senses came back as you laid to catch your breath. Five's arm that was around you moved to your side and prompted you to turn around. As you sat down in his lap facing him. Five stroked your cheek. And leaned in to kiss your lips. He pulled back, hand still resting on your cheek.

"You did so good for me my love" he stated. While pulling you back to another kiss with more fever this time.

You whined into the kiss wanting more. You reached down between your body's to stroke his already hard and leaking erection.

Five closed his eyes at the feeling of your soft hands around him. As much as he adored the feeling of your hand he wanted something else.

He moved his own hand down and stopped your movements. You looked up at him with the most desperate hungry eyes. Fuck, five could Cum from that look alone if he wanted to. Five gripped your sides and brought you closer, hovering right over his length. He put his mouth right up to your ear and whispered

"What are you waiting for? Ride me"

That's all it took for you as you sunk on to his dick. Both of your heads are thrown back at the action. Five kept his hand on your sides as you slid up then back down. You repeated the action until you set a fast rough pace. The burn in your thighs long forgotten due to the overwhelming sensation.

You sunk down as five pushed up to meet you halfway. Water splashed over the sides of the tub creating a puddle around it. The temperature of the room quickly rose as a layer of sweat started to form on both of you. The sound of your moans were music to his ears as you grounded down on him. God he never felt better. If he were to die he was a thousand percent sure that he would wake up to find that this was his heaven. And he would not complain one bit. The way your breasts bounced every time your body's slammed into each other. The way you would throw your head back and chant his name or tell him to not stop. He Wasn't completely sure if this was even real. Maybe he did die in the jump because this moment right here was fucking ethereal. The way you squeezed around him brought him back to reality. He knew you were about to come. And so was he. Your pace got more brutal until you stopped, letting your orgasm consume you. White spots clouding your vision. You felt so good. So fucking good. Five spilled into you letting out his own groan from his high.

The water was now cold making you shiver.

Five noticing the drop in temperature as well he sat up and spoke.

"here let's get you out and back to our room, huh?" Five asked as you tiredly nodded your head in approval. Five stood and picked you up bridal style. He set you down on a bench. He grabbed one of the towels you two left out prior to your bath. And wrapped in a round your shoulders. He soothingly rubbed your arms. You clung to the white towel as five stood up to fetch the other one. He wrapped it around his waist and walked over to the bath and leaned over to take out the plug letting it drain.

You stood up to remove the towel from around your shoulders and wrapped it around your front.

Five reached his hand out letting go you know to take it. You two walked hand in hand to your rooms miraculously without anyone noticing.

Five being the responsible one had the key with him and unlocked the room to find it pleasantly empty. You both walked in as the door closed behind you with the sound of a click signaling that it had locked.

Five turned around facing you and slowly walked forward until your back hit the door.

Five played with edge of the towel as he looked into your eyes

"You think you can take one more for me sweetheart?" Five asked

You nodded your head yes not trusting your voice.

"I need to hear you say it" Five stated

"God fuck, please" you whined

Five Immediately ripped the towel off your body and threw it to God knows where. He quickly dropped to his knees and skipped the teasing needing a taste of you. He grabbed your thighs and put them over his shoulders. Diving into your heat. His tongue licks up every square inch of your sweet sweet cunt. Eventually landing on your already overestimated clit. As his finger pushed into your sex. Pumping in and out fast. His tongue doing figure eights. He closed his eyes loving every second of this. You ran your fingers through his hair as you pushed his mouth closer, practically riding his face, chasing your high.

"Fuck five" you moaned out pulling on his hair making him moan into you.

The vibrations making scream from overstumulating pleasure. You couldn't care less about your neighbors. As you rode his face, the coil in your lower abdomen got thinner and thinner with every second until it snapped. A rush of heat ran through your body. Every nerve In your body was on fire. When you came down from your third high of the night you looked down to see five's face covered in your juice. You hadn't realized what you had done, to wrapped up In the moment. You weren't even sure you could squirt until now. Five stood up and looked at you.

You were scared of his reaction seeing as how you had never done that before. However a wide grin took over his face. He picked you up, legs wrapping around him as he walked over to bottom bunk of the bed. Setting you down. He pulled the towel off his body doing the same to his towel as yours. He was already hard again

He fell on top of you letting his hands catch him. He kissed you hard again again and again before he pulled away.

" I want you to do that again," five declared. Sex and want dripping from his voice.

"Do what?" You asked, making sure you were thinking the same thing as him.

"You know what" he whispered, lining up with your entrance and pushing, just to start a brutal pace of wonderful pleasure.

You were in for a long and fun night.

[selfloverrrrrr]

You're alone...? (Part-4)

Warnings : Noncon, kissing, Kidnapping, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, protective, jealous, Mafia Au....

Summary: Gojo and Sukuna are rivals. Sukuna pulled Gojo's trigger without any reason now Gojo came to take revenge....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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Minors Do Not Interact

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Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3

A day passed. It was the next morning. I was sitting on Gojo's lap in Gojo's office. Gojo was sitting on his chair. We were giggling and laughing at each other's talk. We were alone in his office.

"Your cheeks are soft... I heard that men's cheeks aren't this soft they are kinda hard....my brother's cheeks aren't this soft too" I said pulling his cheeks. He looked at me and smirked. "Oh.. really? My another mussel is soft too wanna make it hard?" He asked with a smirk. I blushed so hard. "Can you stop?!" I said looking away from him and he laughed.

Suddenly the door of his office opened. Maki entered. "Mr.Gojo Yuta called me to tell you go to the 2nd floor...he said someone attacked here" Maki said. "Did he said who attacked?" Gojo asked. "No he didn't " Maki replied and Gojo nodded. Gojo started walking towards the door.

I grabbed his hand. " Why are you going without your gun....are you mad or something?" I said. "I don't need gun tho... they all are there with me " Gojo said. "Shut up ..... I won't let you go without a fucking gun!" I said. "Okey Madam I'm taking the gun" he said and took the gun. "And...." I spoke. He looked at me. ".....be safe " I said. He smirked. " I've to be safe for you, darling " he said and I smiled. The he went out.

Me and Maki were alone in the room. There was silence after Gojo left us there. "So.... you fell in love with him?" Maki broke the silence. I looked at her. "You mean Gojo?" I asked. She nodded. "Yuppp.... Fortunately or unfortunately.... I did" I replied and we both giggled. "What about you?" I asked. "Hmm?" She responds. "Do you like anyone?" I asked. "Yupp I do.... actually he's my boyfriend" she replied. "Oh really? Who's it?" I asked. "It's Yuta " she replied with a blush. "OMG I KNEW IT! DON'T TELL HIM THAT I'M TELLING YOU THIS. I HEARD HIM TAKING WITH MEGUMI ABOUT HIS GIRLFRIEND AND HE'S WAS SAYING ABOUT BUYING A RING" I Replied excitedly. "OMG.... really?!" Maki asked and I nodded.

The door opened again. Nobara entered. "Maki saan come quickly! Mr.Gojo is injured and he's not even letting anyone help him!" Nobara said. My heart skipped a beat. "Wait! Can you please tell me who attacked???" I asked. "It's..... your brother.... Sukuna" she replied. "Oh fuck! I've to go! Or else Sukuna's gonna kill Satoru!" I said and run towards the door.

Gojo's POV

When I enter the second floor. I saw blood and my bodyguards fighting with opponent's bodyguard. I saw Megumi running towards me. "Gojo! It's Sukuna" he said. "Where's he?" I asked and Megumi pointed . I went towards the direction. I saw. He saw me too. He started walking towards me and smacked me directly on my face. "What kind of -" before I could finish my sentence he smacked me again. "Where's my sister???!!!" He asked. 'I can't hurt Sukuna! I promised her!' I told myself. He smacked me again. "Gonna make your death so much painful" he said. I saw my guards coming to beat him "don't come here... don't touch him!" I warned them. Sukuna started smacking me continuously.

Y/n's POV

I run to the second floor. I saw blood everywhere. My heart started beating so fast. Fear got me. Then I saw sukuna. And I saw Gojo infront of him on the floor. There was blood on his face and Sukuna was continuously. "Sukuna! " I called while going towards them. Gojo and Sukuna both looked at me. Sukuna got up and hugged me. "Oh my God!!!!! Fuck I was so scared! Are you okey? Did he hurt you? I know what he did with you! Fuck I'm gonna kill that dick...he won't touch you Again!" Sukuna said. "Sukuna I'm okey...but listen to me! Don't hurt him... please " I pleaded. Sukuna paused. "What?...why?" He asked in a cold tone. "... I.... I love him... please don't hurt him " I said. "ARE. YOU.OUT.OF.YOUR.MIND???" He said. "I... i-i really l-love him " I said. He slapped me hard. He grabbed my face and said "you should fucking DIE!!". His nails digging into my cheeks. I saw Gojo went up and smacked Sukuna. Sukuna fell on the floor. Gojo smacked him again. "Guys...kill his guards " gojo orders. Gojo looked at me "I told you darling... not if he hurts you!" He said and shoot Sukuna's leg 5 times. "Listen motherfucker! If I see your face again... I'm gonna kill you myself" he said and again shoot on Sukuna's leg. But I didn't stop him.

Gojo took me in bridal style and carried me towards our room. I don't wanna see sukuna again. Cause if he can slap for this he's can kill me too and I don't want Gojo to get hurt who kept my promise when he was almost dying... I know Gojo love's me... and he's gonna protect me in any cost!

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[adabird]

Hi! I was wondering if u can do mirio (from mha) dating a fem!reader who’s in class 1a who’s quirk is like zatannas and has the personality of mitsuki from demon slayer? (But readers like a year younger than he is dw) I’m sorry if this doesn’t make that much sense u can ignore this if u want 🫶

absolutely!!! I love love this idea

this passage may contain PROGRESSIVE or NSFW moments!

I believe you wanted this in headcannon form? I apologize if I am wrong! But I will try my best!

I think you meant Mitsuri? and not bakugo’s mom? correct me if i’m wrong!

Zantanna (A character from DC comics, her power can allow her to recite spells and can “invoke” anything her imagination wills!)

ALSO! sorry for the late response, I keep forgetting to where the request thing is if you know what I mean. Anywho!

Characters aged up! Y/N one year younger then Mirio and is in class 2-A

MIRIO TOGATA X SPELL QUIRK READER HEADCANNONS

-Mirio is known to be bubbly and very cheerful, however after the war he became a little more muted.. That was until he met you! After seeing you in action, defeating a 8ft tall demon, he realized how strong you were. As you were apart of class 2-A, everyone knows you as a protective and bubbly person..You’re also a lot like Mina, with the ways you cheer on and cheer up people when need be!

-You had met Mirio previously, but that was when you had first started training so you were really quiet, and tried really hard to keep yourself on the down low.. But you soon broke out of your shell!

-You were also the charmer, much like Denki, you had a flirty personality.. So even when you weren’t trying to flirt, you would end up accidentally doing so.. However! this is what started yours and Mirio’s bond together.

-After you had mastered your quirk, people were a little iffy-about you.. Some even going to the extent on calling you a monster or a villain, becuase of your dark demeanor. But that did change after you became more popular and open with social media, and fans!

-You had formally met Mirio when you were having trouble studying.. Now, you were a very set person when it can to your studies, but you did get overwhelmed really easily.. And with hero training, skipping lunch, and have 18 pages of homework needing to get done.. Forgetting how to set up a math equation you started to cry.. But not becuase you were upset, but becuase you were overwhelmed and overworked.. And that’s when Mirio phased through the wall to help you out..

-Mirio had ended up being a big person in your life. He influenced you to try new foods, to add onto your hero costume, and also helped you create your ‘signature’ smile..

- He’s surprisingly good at math. And he feels comfortable crying around you too whenever he gets into his deep thoughts..He also definitely wears reading glasses, like ones that frame his face perfectly and sit opon his nose smoothly..

-You guys are like the power duo when it comes to training.. People either want to train with you two or watch the two of you train.. it’s as if you both have chemistry on and off the field.. You are very fierce and competitive, and that’s what gets him turned up!!

-When you meet his friends, they immediately like you.. And the more you hang out with tamaki the more he becomes open.. You’re like a goth Mirio, and that’s always an interesting sight

-You get people telling you your pretty, and hot constantly.. And Mirio isn’t the jealous type, however if it someone from his grade or someone that knows your dating he’ll go crazy..But in a low-key sereat way.. you feel me..

-He loves admiring you and watching you as you openly choose his only black, and dark blue hoodies.. He also likes to mess around with your signature top-hat, that’s used in your hero costume outfits.. He acts like he’s a magician constantly..

-At one point you end up surpassing him when it comes to strength..As well as mussel mass.. Because of your quirk you can also change the mass of your body weight, making yourself almost impossible to lift up.. Which makes him work even longer while building and working on his mussle mass..

-You’re really good with Eri, you take her under your wing and make sure she’s loved.. It also helps that your best friends with Shinso, so she was more comfortable with you from the start.. But I definitely think having Y/N being good with kids is a turn on for Mirio..(like makes him want to give you his kids-in case that sounded wrong)..

-Alaways hypes you up and lets you know, you’re the apple of his eye.. He loves it whenever you play with his hair, while lovingly babble on about your day.. And the two of you can’t be away form each other for very long, or else the two of you will start acting up..

Y/N, come get your man 🎀

I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to request any kind of headcannon or preferences that you would like for an MHA character! No judgment!

you can message, comment, or request! the ideas are needed 🙏

#Onie out!

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

Cold ‖ DRW

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

Word Count: 3.6K

CW: (spoilers) Mostly fluff!, roommates, (some money talk -it'll make sense)

{Author Commentary: stuck in during a snowstorm with your roommate Danny, everything is ok... right? for optimal emotions, listening to come out and play by Billie Eilish is an option}

The moment you woke up you’d curled into a tight ball. Your tired mussels protested, but the warmth of where your body had laid as you slept helped the almost numb coldness of your feet. Your nose was practically numb too, so you ducked under your covers. You let out a pathetic little groan to yourself, knowing it was only a temporary reprieve, and that you’d have to come up for air in a matter of seconds. ‘Why is there no efficient way to warm your face?’. Surely enough as your lungs began to protest you had to raise your head and decide how to face the cold of your apartment. Your apartment, where you’d planned to spend your day off doing various lazy, self-indulgent tasks, had a faulty air system at times. And while your landlord had promised to have it worked on before it got cold, the weather seemed determined to prove him wrong.

All you wanted to do was go back to sleep so you couldn’t feel the cold. You considered taking a shower, to feel the full body warmth. However, the thought of getting out, and dealing with wet hair would probably result in you staying in for hours. The resulting water bill was not something you’d want to have to explain to your roommate. ‘How was he coping with the frigid conditions? He's probably layered in his classic sweaters… the cold never seems to bother him as much as it did you, though he wasn’t one to complain regardless…’

The shower was ruled out, but the thought of warm steam on your face gave you another idea. A warm cup of coffee would definitely feel great. You took a deep breath and braced yourself before throwing off your blanket and getting out of bed. You hastily pulled on your thickest sweatpants and pulled a chunky quarter-zip sweater on over your sleep shirt. The oversized collar covered the mouth as you zipped it up. All that was left to to guard you from the cold was tugging on a pair of thick socks and stepping into your slippers. 

You hugged your sides, practically waddling down the hall. The warm smell of coffee broke through the cold. You shuffled over to the pot on a mission. You heard a small giggle from the kitchen table and darted a bemused glance at him as you picked up the pot and hastily filled a mug before making your way to the fridge for your coffee creamer. After splashing it in, you put it back in the fridge, briskly closing the door. You leaned against the counter with a huff, half tempted to slide to the floor and curl your legs in. With two sleeve-gloved hands, you raised the mug to your face, letting the steam curl up and blanket it. You took a deep inhale, finally regaining some sensation in your cold nose.

“Wow… they should put you in a coffee commercial.”, Danny’s playfully mocking voice interrupted your moment of relief. You deadpanned over the rim of your mug as you took a sip. “What? I’m just saying, I didn’t make it good enough to warrant those dramatics.” He grinned at you as he spoke, his head tilting slightly. He was trying to break through your sour mood, but you weren’t here for it. “Sorry, I'm kind of freezing cold” you snapped at him, feeling only half-regretful. "Hey, not my fault your body can't heat itself." He quipped back, his smile unwavering.  "You're the one with a freakish body, you walking furnace!" a smile began tugging at your lips as your voice raised. He laughed loudly, making you break and join him. 

You sighed and rested your forehead on the rim of your mostly empty mug. "I'm… so cold." "Yeah, I'm sorry. I called and all they said was they can't do anything about the heating today." You could hear a sympathetic smile in his voice. "Let's watch a movie or something, I can share some heat.", he offered consolingly. You lifted your head, staring at the window across from you as you considered the offer. It would certainly work faster than your plan of going to your room and burying yourself in blankets. You tilted your head, offering him a small smile and nodding. 

He got up and clapped an arm across your shoulders, giving your arm a triumphant squeeze.  As you walked with him to the living room, you grumbled again at his chipper mood -and thanked him for the coffee. He just ran his hand up and down your arm creating some warmth. You made your way to the basket of throw blankets. "Get the biggest one- that green one." You pulled it out and turned around to hand it to him. 

"-What are you doing?". Upon turning around you'd been met with his bare abdomen as he tugged his sweater off, pulling the hem of his long-sleeved t-shirt up with it. "It'll be warmer, -trust me." He pulled off his sweater and straightened the shirt before taking the blanket from you. He handed you the remote to the TV and draped the large blanket across his back, holding the sides out with his hands as he lay across the couch facing out with his arms extended. "C'mere." He beckoned you towards his opened arms. You pulled off your chunky sweater, not that he'd asked, but you understood the logic. The heat would travel faster through two t-shirts. 

You quickly settled alongside him, tucking your arms up so you could still work the remote. He adjusted your hair slightly so he could still see over your head, then wrapped his arms and the blanket around you snugly. You sighed at the warmth of his chest against your back already working its magic. You fumbled with the remote a little before managing to point it at the TV. Some corny medical drama lit up the screen, a familiar comfort watch for you. "This good?" "Yeah, fine by me. …You comfortable?" he lifted his head slightly to catch your eye peripherally, seeing the corner of your lips curl up. "Getting there. …Thanks, Danny."

He secured the blanket around you before beginning to run his warm palms along your upper arms, creating some additional heat. Your muscles, which had been tensed from the moment you woke up, began to relax. You pulled the blanket up over your nose for a moment, clasping your cold hands together against your chest. 

You inevitably huffed and pulled the edge of the blanket from your face. Another pitiful groan escaped you as you breathed in the frigid air. "Something wrong? Do you get out, make a run to the… ?" Danny's voice was soft and his hands had stilled. "Hah, no, I just…" You sighed again, feeling silly. "...my nose is cold. My entire face is- but I can't warm my nose without smothering myself.". He chuckled softly, the sound echoing through you.

"You can turn over, I mean all the heat's right here behind you." You giggled this time. You set the remote down and began shifting to face him. He raised his free arm, readjusting the blanket over you and leaning back slightly more. You rested the side of your face on his chest and his arm curled around you. His large hand spread across your back, trailing across it slowly. You were more focused on warming the tip of your nose, nuzzling slightly as you settled in. The warm, clean, sweet musk of him surrounded you as your eyes fluttered closed. You unfurled your hand, resting it against his chest. "Oh-" a small sound escaped him "-you are cold.", he said in a slightly teasing tone. "I’m sorry-" "Don't be. Here-" He took your hand and brought it to his hip. He tugged the hem of his shirt up so your hand landed directly against his warm skin. "Have at it." He chuckled as you hesitantly relaxed your hand so it was flush against his back. His arm draped over you again and he tucked his chin over your head. 

With your face tipped down he wouldn’t be privy to the color casting your cheeks. You adjusted your arm to a more comfortable angle, your cold hand coming to rest on the center of his back. Your fingertips found the dip in his back along his spine, absentmindedly tracing along it. A small shiver ran through him. His skin prickled and his back curved slightly as he adjusted. You were reminded of just how intimate you were currently being. But neither of you felt the need to acknowledge it. It helped that you weren't face-to-face. 

You were soaking in his warmth and your eyes had drifted closed. Your legs had become tangled in his somewhere along the way, keeping him locked to you. "D’you want to take a nap? You're welcome to…" The soft rumbling in his chest was so comforting. "Yeah, I might… could you keep talking?" You heard a small breathy laugh and a smile when he spoke. "Alright…" he paused to think. "Ooh- Lemme tell you about the coldest day in Frankenmuth…"

He rambled on in a lighthearted voice punctuated by the occasional laugh and his hand gesturing against your back when he got to an animated moment. The recollection entailed a story of a much younger him and his best friend Sam making bets about how long it would take for things to freeze, resulting in some ridiculous consequences for them both. You didn't catch all of it, as your consciousness phased in and out.

You didn't realize you'd fallen asleep till a particularly obnoxious ad on the TV pulled you out. Your face scrunched up in annoyance and attempted to burrow further. Danny was warm as ever, and his breaths expanded his chest in a slow even rhythm. Even his heartbeats were relaxed. He must've fallen asleep too. Your eyes fluttered closed as your mind wandered; Had you missed some hilarious twist ending to his story? Had there been other stories? how long had he rambled on till he was sure you were asleep?

Soon enough, you needed to come up for air. When you extended your neck, you ducked your head back so you didn't bump his chin. You blinked as a soft breath hit your face. His sleeping face, merely an inch from yours, came into focus. 

Dark, dense lashes rested against his high-peeked cheeks. God, I'd kill for those lashes… why do boys always get pretty lashes… the apples of his cheeks were dotted with scattered freckles that trailed across the strong bridge of his nose. They're so random… they don't even follow a normal freckle cluster pattern… he had one on his lower lip too… just at the bottom, slightly to the right, from your perspective, right where the brighter pink that ran down the center of his lips curled over the edge. Your fingertip trailed along his chin, just under the slightly darker edge of his lip, landing near the freckle. Danny’s lips pursed briefly, causing you to freeze. He seemed undisturbed otherwise. 

When you pulled your hand away his lips twitched again. His face inched closer in search of the lost warmth. Your hand hovered for a minute before you laid your warmed palm on his cheek. The tip of your pointer finger grazed over his earlobe, soft, peach-fuzzed, and surprisingly cool to the touch. You imagined warming it between your lips, but of course, dashed the thought nearly instantly. 

You hadn't been this close with anyone in a while. You were content being single, no one you’d met had sparked any interest recently, but that didn't mean you didn't feel touch-starved at times. All your thoughts paused as he shifted again. The bridge of his nose aligned with your brow bone, his lips resting on the tip of your nose, warm and soft. Oh, how you wanted to melt into him and press your lips to his. It was just the sleepiness and rare instance of physical comfort, you knew that. And he was asleep, probably thinking about someone else as his lips puckered slightly to peck at your nose. ‘Was he seeing someone?’ You hadn't seen anyone over a lot or noticed any repeat names that would allude to it. It's just unconscious. And as nice as it was, you felt yourself pulling away. You didn't want it if it wasn't his intention. You held his face gently as you shifted yours away.

His eyes began to flutter. A sleepy smile began to form but faded as his eyes fully opened. He'd registered your recoiling, and your hand braced on his cheek, tied together with your eyes widening slightly as he'd opened his. He shifted his head back to give you room to breathe, since you'd apparently been sharing the same air. He cleared his throat, "You feeling better?" Even his first thought being to check on you made it that much harder. You offered a small smile "Yeah, much better." His smile spread as his hand smoothed up and down your back relaxedly. "Good, m'glad." "Thanks for spending your morning on me, 'm sorry if you had things you planned to get done…". His lips pulled to one side as he shook his head, waving off your apology. "Any plans I'd had for today went out the door with this storm and our aptly timed heating malfunction. Besides, there are worse ways to spend a day…" his voice was light and humorous, and you giggled with him briefly. "Yeah, maybe we should do this more often…" You replied in the same unserious tone. 

He let out a soft "hmh", simply smiling at you. His hand shifted from your back, moving between you. He reached to gently graze his knuckle across your cheek, shifting a few hairs that had landed there. It surprised you, despite you remembering your hand was still resting on his cheek. “Yeah… we can do this again.” Your heart was pounding in your chest. You hoped he couldn’t feel it.

You cleared your throat. "D’you… have any thoughts about lunch? I should make something -haven't had anything other than coffee yet." “Hmm… I’ve been wanting to try and make that soup from that tiktok you sent me.” Aw, he’d saved it. “The creamy cauliflower and roasted garlic one?” You could practically feel your stomach about to grumble. “Yeah, I think the person also had a grilled cheese with it?” he recalled. “Oh god. Yes. Kitchen. Now!”. He laughed and nodded. “Let's get on it.” You remembered your body was barricading him from leaving the couch. You dropped your hand from his face, bracing it on his chest briefly as you untangled your legs. The bone chilling air of the apartment outside your little cocoon had not changed. When he retracted his arms to allow you to get up it swarmed you, quickly permeating your t-shirt. You got up and quickly tugged on your sweatshirt hoping to lock in some of his heat. Another layer of warmth enveloped you as the large green blanket was draped over your shoulders. Danny stepped around you without a word and proceeded to don his sweater. You watched him for a moment before closing your mouth and heading toward the kitchen. 

You secured the blanket around your arms before getting out your large soup pot and placing it on the stove. Danny preheated the oven before getting out a baking tray and beginning to prepare the cauliflower and garlic for roasting. You connected your phone to the speaker and queued a few songs before placing the phone on the counter next to him as an offer to add his own. Once his tray was in the oven the two of you began prepping the rest of the stock ingredients. You usually cooked and ate separately to accommodate your different schedules. But you both loved cooking, and recipe sharing was commonly mixed into your regular texting. It was a pleasant but unfortunately infrequent occasion when the two of you got to cook together. And these days he was gone for longer and longer stretches of time with his band having taken off. 

The stove had warmed the kitchen slightly and the smell of roasting cauliflower and that delicious melting garlic filled the air. Danny was standing at the stove stirring the pot as you buttered some bread and sliced the cheese for your accompanying sandwiches. When the oven timer dinged he removed the the tray and emptied the roasted items into the soup. You got the hand blender and plugged it in before handing it to him to blend the soup together. The sandwiches only took a few moments and soon enough you were both filling your bowls and grabbing your sandwiches. 

“Back to the living room?”, he offered, looking to you. “I’m kinda tempted to just stay here, the oven’s still warm…” you looked down at it. He paused for a moment, biting his lip, secretly endeared. “...Sounds good.” He started gingerly sitting down, with his back against one half of the stove door, and his plate in his lap. You practically beamed, before sitting next to him, shoulder to shoulder. You giggled a bit at the ridiculousness of the situation as you both took your first bites. The soup was amazing, creamy, savory, and instantly warming you from the inside out. Danny had dipped his sandwich in his soup and made a pleasured groan upon taking a bite. You smiled at him. 

“...Thank you.” He turned his head to smile back at you, “Thank you, great recipe find!”. You chuckled, “Not just for the soup, and all your help today… thanks for being here, really.”, you looked down at the food in your lap. Danny’s smile softened at your shifting tone. “Ofcourse I’m gonna be here, where else would I be?” he leaned his knee into yours playfully. “Well I- I know you could afford to live somewhere nicer… and yet you- you continue to stay in this shitty place, god knows why, and basically pay half my rent, since you’re away so much these days…” “Do you… miss me?”, Danny broke his attentive silence. “What?” your eyes snapped up to meet his, that hadn’t been where you intended that to go. “When I’m gone all the time...”, he offered for clarification. His eyes had a noticeable earnesty to them. “Well, yeah of course, but that wasn’t- that’s not the point- I mean, like why are you still here?”. It didn’t come out right, you realized that immediately after the words left your mouth. Danny blinked, before averting his eyes. “Hard to find good roommates,” he shrugged, his voice casual once again. 

He resumed eating his lunch like nothing happened. Well, nothing did happen. Not that you could put into words. But you felt the weight of a rock in your stomach. And the questioning, which had started as an expression of gratitude, was intended to ease your guilt of him taking care of you, and staying in this shitty broken apartment with you. All the interesting places he got to go now, but he was always practically giddy to be back after a long stretch. Like he somehow missed this... 

Oh.

“Danny…” His name left your lips in a soft, sympathetic tone. He lowered his spoon to look at you. “You miss me…” it wasn’t a question, but he slowly began to nod yes. You'd already said your part; 'Well, yeah of course', but maybe it warranted a rephrasing. "I miss you too… I know I don't exactly show it, but I just… don't want you to feel bad. I'm so glad you're out there living your dream- I don't want you to feel any pressure to tie yourself down…" "I don't feel tied down. I just wish- I don't know, I wish you could be there for all of it sometimes… but I don't want you to feel any obligation either. I was thinking about us getting a better place, but I don't want it to seem like some power trip if I'm paying… you know I've thought about flying you out while I'm on tour, like a million times- but I didn't know if you'd accept, and it felt kinda selfish, ‘cause… I just wanted to see you." 

His words were echoing around in your brain, namely the ‘us’ of it all… He’d said it, like you were a package deal, like a single indivisible unit. And his fears weren’t unwarranted, paying a fraction of his rent to stay in what would be his apartment wasn’t ideal. Being at his will when it came to housing, despite knowing he’d never use it against you, was a nerve-wracking thought. But he wanted you, the two of you, somewhere better. Knowing his character, you knew he truly wanted it for you, not just his own comfort. Or maybe it kindof was, maybe he’d at least feel better knowing you were in a better apartment while he was away. The thought of him worrying about you was… unfamiliar, and some unhealed part of you wanted to reject it. Moving together seemed like some sort of promise, certainly a commitment. But just a commitment to remaining roommates. 

“...Where were you thinking? -If we were gonna move.”, you finally spoke. His face formed a tentative smile, “Wherever you’re comfortable, could just be a different part of town, closer to your work? -since mine’s always moving.” You let out a small laugh at the last comment, and his smile widened. You felt the warmth of his words fill you and took another bite of your food while you considered. He smiled down at you from your peripheral, leaning his head towards yours. “So, …you’d consider it?”. You let your head lull to the side, resting against his as you smiled down at your legs stretched out side by side. “I’ll consider it.”

~

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[storiesofaot]

Hello! I was hoping to have a closure for Hange in season 4 because I just feel that there are so much that she had to go through and there doesnt seem to be a lot of support for her (her shorty, unfortunately, is stuck with the monkey in the forest).

Wondering if I can send in a request for a short fic. My thoughts are below:-

1) I like to think of Hange as the Survey Corp princess who dare to challenge things. And all the big brothers in SC will just allow her to do any "nonsense" - Levi, Miche and Erwin, while still being protective over her like the little sister.

2) With this in mind, I have this thought of an oyster or mussel which either she found/ or was gifted. And there is a moment of reflection, whether is her own introspection or a dialogue with Levi, after she became commander.

3) The dialogue came to to a discovery of a pearl. And then she reflected how she was a pearl, being protected and smoothed by all the people around her (who had since dead). May include how she reflected about her own shortcomings and annoyance etc but I leave it to you.

4) This pearl/ oyster thing became a comfort for her after Eren grabbed her collar and when she had that moment of self-doubt in Season 4.

5) Bonus: if somehow Levi felt something at that moment while he is in the forest??

Thanks so much. Hope it is not a lot. I just wanted Hange in season 4 to have some comfort and support.

Thank you so much for your request, @eueuphoriaz ! An oyster as a metaphor for Hange’s development was such a beautiful and also fitting idea - I hope I did justice to it! 🥺

Rating: G ; Word Count: 1851

Title: The Pearl Within

Hange’s mind was overflowing with countless thoughts as her gaze swept over the horizon, where only a faint stripe of purple remained visible above the water’s surface. Had the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers really come with the intention of joining forces, or was this merely a setup by Marley to weaken them from within before launching their attack?

It all sounded very convincing, of course it did. Yet now it was up to her to determine if they were telling the truth or if they were trying to lead them into a trap. It might seem like a minor decision at the moment, but it could impact the entire future of Paradis Island and determine whether they would end up in a war or not.

Suddenly, she could hear some footsteps from behind, and when she turned around, she saw Levi approach her at a leisurely pace. “What are you doing here all alone?” he asked when he came to a stop next to her, eyeing her with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Hange sighed and let her gaze drift over the sea again. “Nothin. Just … thinking.” For a little while, the two of them remained standing next to each other in comfortable silence, him not pushing her to talk while she tried to sort through her thoughts.

“I am not sure if we can trust them,” Hange finally said, looking back at Levi. “What they say does make sense … but with Zeke involved, I fear they might have plans they’re not letting us in on. I mean, they practically admitted that they won’t tell us their full plan until we officially agree to work with them.”

Levi snorted with disdain, his expression growing darker. “I wouldn’t trust anything that stupid monkey says. He’s definitely the one pulling the strings, and I’m sure he wouldn’t hesitate to betray us, even if the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers claim to be our allies. I believe -“

He broke off when he noticed a group of Marleyans nearby, being escorted into another tent by two Scouts, their curious gazes lingering on them. “Let’s talk somewhere else,” he murmured, nodding towards the rocky beach. 

Hange agreed, and together they climbed down the stony incline until they stood on smaller pebbles not far from the water, where they were safe from curious ears. “But I wonder,” she continued, “if they might be our only chance to reach the same level of technological advancement as the rest of the world. We’re significantly behind in that regard, and I’m not sure we’d find anyone else willing to help us with that.”

Levi tilted his head, seeming to ponder her words. Eventually, he broke the silence. Eventually, he broke the silence. “Advancements are great, but let’s not kid ourselves into thinking they solve everything. Even if we know how to use their stuff, they might still use it against us. I doubt they are willing to share all their information with us.”

They continued their discussion for a while, but all they ended up with were numerous arguments for and against an alliance. Once again, Hange felt fear and frustration tightening around her chest, and as night fell, she sensed that a shadow had also fallen over the hope she had once held.

“I’m not sure if Erwin chose the right person to be commander,” she said bitterly. “What if I make the wrong decision, and instead of making things better I put us in an even more dangerous position?”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself; even Erwin would have struggled with the decision,” Levi said, his voice unusually soft. “You’ve learned a lot from him and from the past, and he trusted you for a reason. You’ve got the grit and the brains to make the right call; he wouldn’t have made you commander if he didn’t believe you were capable of it.”

Hange bit her lip, reflecting on what Levi had just said. He was right in a way - Erwin had significantly influenced her approach to problems and her thinking in general. They had first met as cadets, and their camaraderie had continued when he became Section Commander. It had evolved into a friendship when she had followed him, and persisted when he was promoted to Commander. Throughout all these stages, Erwin had always supported and encouraged her. Of course, he had had his doubts and concerns about her sometimes unconventional ideas, but if she could convince him that something felt right, he would relent and let her take the lead. No, she knew she wouldn’t have come this far without his guidance, nor without the support of her other fellow comrades who, simply with their presence, had allowed her to develop and grow into the woman she was today.

A sudden warmth flushed through her as she remembered all the people who had been by her side throughout her life, and she hoped that wherever they were now, they could feel her gratitude for having met them.

She had been silent for quite a while, but when Levi suddenly moved beside her, it was as if she was abruptly pulled from a dream back into reality. Levi pulled something from his jacket pocket that Hange couldn’t immediately identify. It was oval-shaped, with a muted greyish tone and a slight sheen, but it wasn’t until he held it out to her that she realised what it was: an oyster shell.

Almost instinctively, she reached for it and gently weighed it in her hand, intrigued by the small object. She had never actually held one before and only had seen pictures of them. “Where did you find this?”

“At this beach,” Levi replied. “This morning, while I was on watch and doing my rounds, I found it lying among the stones. I suppose it must have been washed ashore.”

“You know it’s extremely rare for oysters to be found onshore? Normally, you’d have to go out to sea to catch them - you must’ve been very, very lucky!” Hange tried to return the oyster, but he shook his head.

“No, I didn’t know that. But that’s why I’m not supposed to keep things like this - I’d never appreciate them properly,” Levi replied with a shrug.

“Oh … thank you!” Hange smiled, feeling a soft flutter in her chest at his kind gesture. But once again, Levi just made a dismissive gesture, as if it were no big deal. 

“Don’t stay out here for too long; it’s getting pretty chilly,” he finally said after a brief pause, turning to leave. Hange grinned to herself; that was the Levi she knew. Always retreating when things got a bit too cosy for his liking.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back before frostbite kicks in,” she teased, very pleased to see him roll his eyes - one of her favourite reactions from him. “Oh, and by the way, could you send some of that luck my way? I think I could really use it in the near future.”

“Sure, I'll pack it into a little package, with a ribbon and everything, and leave it on your desk.” To anyone else, his voice might have sounded as serious as always, but Hange could detect the faintest hint of playful irony in it, and it delighted her. Giving her one final nod, Levi turned around completely and disappeared.

She remained standing at the beach for a while, absentmindedly playing with the oyster. It was slightly cracked open, and when she tried to peek inside, she glimpsed a hint of the nacre, shimmering white with pale blue highlights. Curiously, she ran her finger over the opening and then tapped lightly on its shell - and to her surprise, she could hear a faint sound, as if something was moving inside. A surprised gasp escaped her lips. Could it be that there was actually a pearl inside? The chances were slim, yet she couldn’t resist the urge to find out.

Carefully, she attempted to pry the two halves of the shell apart, her fingers working gently to create a small, widening gap without breaking it. Once the gap was large enough, she turned the shell around and, to her astonishment, she felt something small fall into the palm of her hand. With delight, she gazed at the smooth, creamy-beige pearl, holding it between two fingers before letting it fall back into her palm again.

What wonders Mother Nature worked. A foreign object entered the oyster’s shell, triggering the production of nacre as the oyster protected itself. Over months or years, it built up layer after layer around the irritant until a pearl was fully formed.

For some reason, Hange felt a connection with this process: her journey had begun with her own internal struggles and challenges. She had always had a clear vision of what she wanted, but often people didn’t take her seriously and sometimes even laughed at her. However, over time, the influence and support from her comrades - especially Erwin and Levi - their wisdom, experience, and guidance, had enveloped her, smoothing her rough edges and shaping her into the person and leader she was now. Of course, her insecurities remained; deep down, she was still the same. But she had acquired the means to handle them and tackle difficult situations, and it was only then that she realised how much those she had left behind continued to live within her.

“I’ll do my best, Erwin,” she whispered, her gaze fixed on the pearl. “I don’t know if I’ll succeed, but I’ll at least try.”

◇

Over the next few years, she always kept the oyster with the pearl in her jacket pocket, as a kind of good luck charm, but also as a comforting reminder of all the people she had to leave behind, who had such a profound impact on her life.

When her heart ached from having to arrest Floch and his followers, dealing with their radical ideologies, and she felt like everything around her was starting to crumble amidst the growing division and dissatisfaction, she reached into her pocket and began to fumble with the oyster shell, thinking about Levi and the fortunate day he had found it and hoping that some of his luck would rub off on her.

And when she broke down in front of the cellar door after her confrontation with Eren, feeling a growing sense of desperation because, although his methods were undeniably wrong, she could understand the source of his strong feelings, she reached into her pocket and clenched the pearl in her fist, hiding it within her closed fingers, its pressure against her palm a reminder that, amidst the chaos she was enduring, there were traces of Erwin within her that she just needed to find.

Little did she know that, some distance away in the forest, Levi was thinking about her, as if he sensed her struggle and wished he could do more than just silently support her. Although she was unaware of it, she felt a small spark of comfort igniting within her at that moment. And it was enough to keep her going.

[theywantedplayer]

R-I was wondering if I could maybe request Auston Matthews comforting the reader who doesn’t feel good enough? Like angst then fluff. If not, no worries. Have a wonderful day!

You were just a college student, struggling to make your student loans. Crying our midterms and constantly stressed all the time. Then there’s Auston, a pro hockey player traveling around the U.S every month. You knew there were down sides to what he had but you couldn't help but think was what you were doing enough?

You began to bury yourself in school work and running arenas, it was around 5pm when you came home from running around Toronto doing some arenas. When you opened the apartment door, you saw Auston on the coach smiling as he saw you enter, he reached out his hand telling you to come over. You smiled softly as he walked over to him.

“Hey baby” He smiled looking up at you standing beside him.

“Hi” you reposed leaning down to give him a kiss on the lips as you started to walk back towards your shared bedroom

“Hey, hey where you going?” he grabbed your arm wanting to pull you onto the coach with him

“I just have some class stuff to work on” you shrugged

“I haven't seen you all day” he whined

“I just have some class work to work on, I'll be out in a bit” you quickly slipped out of the living room and into your bedroom.

 You didn't want to argue with Auston, you felt bad you haven't seen him today as much as normal but you needed to redo a quiz your professor said you could. You originally got an 83 but that wasn't enough. 

Auston waited a couple minutes, then he waited a half and hour then an hour then 2 hours rolled by and Auston was starting to get a little irritated. He got up from the couch with a grown stitching his mussels he didn't realize he was sitting for so long till when he walked he felt a little limp in his leg from his food falling asleep. 

When he opened the door he saw you, you had your back to him, he slowly walked over to you frowning when he saw your shoulders slightly shaking. He placed a hand on your shoulder, he felt you jump from his touch clearly not knowing he entered,

He leaned down beside you, rotating your chair to face him. He was met with your hands buried in your face, He softly grabbed your hand and pulled them away from your face. A soft “Aw” left Auston’s mouth when he saw your red nose and eyes and a little smudged line of massacre under your eyes.

“What's got you all worked up” Auston asked holding both your hands

“Everytime I try to do this quiz I can't get better than my last score” you mumbled, staring at your hands in Austons.

“I thought you were fine with the sore you got” He asked

You signed before you responded “I was I just thought…..I thought it wasn't good enough”  you mumbled out the last bit.

“I thought you did great,I mean I don't even know how you do it I understand nothing about that stuff” He laughed, 

you smiled at his words now feeling silly about how you thought Auston was going to think different 

“I just thought I had to do better because you did so good this week, I mean you for a hat trick, and I guess I thought I had to be just as good” You admitted 

“Y/n its not a competition and if it was and I was doing the stuff you were doing I'd probably be so lost” You both laughed at his words

“Now that I say it out loud it sounds silly” you smiled looking at him.

“I thought you did well over good enough” He stated “I think your good enough” he spoke looking you in your eyes.

You began to tear up at his words, it meant the world to you to have the man you love say them to you.

“I love you” You sniffled 

“I love you too” he smiled back at you.

 Auston picked you up in one swoop making you yelp you held onto his body for dear life as he walked you both out of your bedroom and back into the living room for some much awaited couples time

[stargazingfordreams]

The Star that missed The Sun

Nyx x Reader

Warning- arrange marriage, cute stuff.

A/N- Soo you guys are fantastic I really didn't expect anyone to like part one so much; I really just thought that maybe it was going to be a one-shot but you guys seemed to have loved it, so here is a part two

Word Count- 2.1K

Part One

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of birds chirping outside of my room. The morning sun crept in, shining on my face. I sighed deeply and lifted myself off my bed, blinking a few times while waiting for my eyes to adjust. I threw myself back down on my bed, hoping to resume my sleep. Until I heard a slight knock at my door

"My lady? I came in to give you a wake-up call," a handmaiden came in. I recognized her as one of the ones who helped me get ready for my wedding. It was hard to forget how she looked with her short blonde hair, tan skin, and blue eyes. She looked like she would have loved being back home.

"Yes, thank you."

She smiled and entered and began to run a bath for me and unload my luggage to find a dress for the day. I went into the bathroom and sunk into the tub, adding some floral scents to the water. I allowed the warm water to ease my mussels.

After a while, I left the tub and re-entered my room, where the handmaiden stood waiting and helped me get ready.

"How do I get to the garden?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, my lady, but Lord Nyx had an emergency this morning and cannot join you for breakfast. He extends his apologies." I felt disappointed, snuggling its way into my body. But should I have gotten my hopes up? My father did his best to be present, and he was, but that doesn't mean that he was always there, and I shouldn't expect that of my husband either.

"Oh, I see. Well, I suppose I can explore Velaris," I told her. She bowed

"I'll go and grab your cloak, my lady."

"I didn't catch your name?" I called out to her

"It's Althaia."

"It's good to meet you" I smiled as she handed me my white cloak, and I went out the door. The street is bright and filled with bustling shops. Everything was so different. In Day court, the road was paved with white gold brick that matched the building, and the sun always hung high on the most beautiful days, but here everything was different. The buildings were lined in all different colors, with the streets black and brown cobblestone. Until I walked to a bridge, shops looked like they were setting up for lunch. Then, I looked at one shop that caught my eye, Eleftheria Saoirse, in bold letters. I was greeted by a woman who looked a few years older than me.

"My name is Abrial. Thank you for coming in." I smiled at her enthusiasm when I entered. I introduce myself.

"Oh yes, your lord Nyx's new bride!" she exclaimed

"Your shop is lovely" I gazed over the dresses and fabric.

"Oh, thank you, dear. Do you sew?" she asked.

"Me? Oh no, my mother did, but she never taught me" she looked at me, a little sad.

"What a shame, well what can I do for you?" it dawned on me at this moment that I didn't have any money.

"Oh, thank you, but I wouldn't be able-"

"Don't worry, truly I don't mind," she interrupted. She must have seen that I was going to protest again, so she continued before I could.

"At least let me give you a cloak; it will help you blend in better" I looked down at my attire.

"Nothing is wrong with it, but it makes it obvious that you are not from here. Anyway, Lord Nyx has a credit line that you can use" I didn't like the idea of me just using Nyx's credit line. I'll pay him back when he gets home.

"Okay, a cloak then." She lit up and went to get a plain night court blue cloak. I reached out to take it, but she moved to her sewing machine.

"I have this wonderful idea for a design; it would be lovely."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to, plus I've been doing this forever, so it won't take me long! I made a dress that would look great with the design I was thinking about. So maybe you can try it on, and don't worry, it's just a try on" she gave me a wink and pushed me into a dressing room with the dress in my hand.

I slipped the dress on, and she was right. The fabric was night court blue and had golden swirls embroidered at the bottom that rose to my knee, and in between the wheels were little gold stars and suns; I looked at myself in the mirror though I frowned a little. I studied my arms. I wasn't happy with it. I know I shouldn't think about these things, but sometimes I couldn't help. I began to pick apart everything that was wrong with me.

You look Beautiful

The thought crept into my head.

"Abrial? Did you say something" I ask

"No, dear, I didn't. Did you try the dress? I must see how it looks" I looked once again at myself for some reason feeling just a little more confident. I stepped out of the dressing room and gave her a twirl.

"Just as I thought, it's a great fit." She walked up with the cloak and placed it on me. The cloak matches perfectly with the gold thread that made a design on the back.

Half a sun and half a moon meet together to create one. The symbol of both courts.

"It's perfect." I breathed out in disbelief at how beautiful they looked together. She packed up my old clothes and put them in a bag. I gave her a look.

"The dress was made for you consider it a wedding gift."

"I don't know how to thank you."

"I wouldn't mind the company every once and a while. Maybe I can even teach you to sew." She handed me the shopping bag.

"I can definitely do that, thank you. "I gave her a respectful bow before heading towards the door. I opened it and had one foot out when I stopped.

"How did you know that I was from day court?" I asked her.

"What?"

"The sun and the moon is the design that you did, but I didn't tell you I was from day court"

"You clothes, dear, I have been sewing for a long time, and I recognized the clothes and cloak from day court," she said, giving me a wave and cleaning up her station.

"Right, of course, you did say I looked like an outsider" I chuckled at her, simply nodding. I must be losing it. I first heard voices and now questioning people who had been kind to me.

"Have a good evening, My lady."

"You too, Abrial. See you soon!" I walked out of the shop and continued walking around Velaris, visiting many shops just to look. It wasn't until I was tired and starving that I realized I had no idea how to return to the townhouse. Oh no, this is great, just great.

I walked around trying to stop people, but everyone was either going home in a rush or getting restaurants ready for dinner and had no time to stop what they were doing. I sighed in defeat. I looked up at the sky and saw the sun setting. It will be dark soon. I almost gave up when I ran into Lord Cassian and Lady Nesta. But, no actually ran into them. Lord Cassian had to steady me to stop me from falling over.

"Whoa, there little spell-cleaver are you okay" once I was upright, he let go.

"I'm sorry, Lord Cassian, I'm a little turned around, actually lost." Cassian laughed at me. My cheeks heated. Did I say something wrong? Nesta lightly hit his stomach.

"It's hard to believe that you are Helion's daughter. You're far too polite to be related, little fawn," he said in between fits of laughter.

"Calling us Nesta and Cassian is just fine, love; we can help you get back home" Nesta shook her head at Cassian but gave me a smirk. He threw his arm around us, tucking me in between him and Nesta.

"Cassian, you're scaring the poor girl, and she's not a little doll, you know," she said, seeing amusement on his face.

"I can't be excited for our new niece Nes" his smile beamed at me.

"Ignore him; he lacks manners. I've tried to teach him, but I've been failing since we've been mated." Her face was serious, but I couldn't help but giggle. I looked down and noticed the book she had tucked under her arm.

"If you like that series, try the one her brother wrote. It gives a unique look at a romance book from a male's perspective."

"Do you like romance books?" Nesta asked, her face lighting up since the first time I met her at my wedding

"Yes, of course, you should have seen our library back home; my father gave me my section when he learned I liked to read books for fun," I told her.

"Oh no, not you too! You enjoy those smutty books that Nes can't seem to put down." she rolled her eyes at him but still held such a strong sense of love behind them.

"Please come by the house of wind. My friends and I like to meet up occasionally to discuss what we are reading, and we have a library underground that I wouldn't mind showing you." I don't know how long we were walking back, but before I knew it, here we were.

"I'll take you up on that, Nesta, and thank you for helping me find my way back," I said my goodbyes and went to the townhouse. I took off my cloak and set down my bag before the aroma of food flooded my senses. I followed it to the back of the house and into the garden. There I found a table for two with mountains of food and lights that hung in the sky. Nyx was fixing the table. When I came in, he turned to me.

"You have perfect timing," he said proudly, looking at his work.

"What is this?" I said in complete shock at the masterpiece before me

"Well, I really wanted to have breakfast with you this morning, but something came up that I couldn't ignore, but I made a promise to you, and well, I'm sorry that I couldn't keep it." he held out his hand seating me in the chair and pushing it in.

"Oh, I understand, really. You didn't have to go through all of this."

"It's okay, I wanted to," he sat across from me.

We had spent the night eating and talking, and I opened up to him. I told him about my childhood and how much trouble I got into with my two sisters. I told him about the pegasus that I had back home and the first flying lesson that I ever had. Some of the adventures that I had in the summer court with Cordelia, Cressida's daughter. And, of course, some of my safer experiences. Nyx had opened up to me too, telling me how close his family is, and not just with him and his siblings but also with his cousins, his one big happy family. I enjoyed it even if it made me sad to think about my brother, who hardly acknowledged us, or my absent mother. His family seems inseparable from my messy dysfunctional one.

"So, how did you like Velaris? I heard you went out and explored."

'It's different."

"A good different?"

"It's beautiful, truly it is. I found a dress shop, and the owner was so nice."

"I should have told you when you walked in that you look beautiful; that dress really does look amazing on you," he said.

You look beautiful. That voice.

"It was you? Were you in my head" I half believed it myself?

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, must have forgotten that detail," he smirked, holding his wine glass to his lips.

"May I?" he asked. I nodded my head, and then this familiar presence pulled over me.

I wouldn't do it not without your permission, but I felt your thoughts, and they were racing. I thought that you might be in trouble.

And you can do this whenever you want

Only if you allow me

I paused momentarily, unsure how to process it, but then I remembered the dress shop and how it made me feel better after hearing him.

I wouldn't mind.

[idolatrybarbie]

the world tipped on its side

chapter five - satellite

series masterlist | read on ao3

pairing: francisco "frankie" morales x f!reader

word count: 5.1k

rating & summary: explicit | you reflect on the concept of love.

warnings: smut, swallowing like a champ, references to past physical injury, reference to frigid parent dynamics, dead parents, reader has a disability, angst, hurt/comfort, pining, emotionssss, pathetic!frankie moments.

notes: @wannab-urs gin hurt my feelings so now everyone must suffer next chapter but enjoy this while we're here. i kind of think this is trash garbo but (at the time of queuing this) i'm in a weird headspace coming back home for the first time. also it's late and i've been traveling all day so i'm choosing to ignore myself. goodnight and enjoy.

Friendship. That’s what this is.

Friendship with a man who called you the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Said that you’re so beautiful it’s scary. Who you had just sex with. 

You don’t see much of Frankie on set, except for the few chaste and directive conversations between you, himself, and Ashton. In those moments, the very last thought on your mind is whatever is going on with you and him. It’s work, that’s the priority. Not that you give a shit about the movie, but it’d be nice if everyone wrapped and returned home in one piece.

Every time you try and talk to him, someone else pulls you away. This goes on for the first two days of filming in the woods. You don’t know what this is—this pull that keeps you circling him, even if you never quite seem to gain on Frankie in the chase. The sun and moon, bouncing light between each other at all times. You’re trying to figure out which role you are playing.

You catch him in a personal moment on day four, just getting off the phone with someone behind a production trailer. He looks momentarily startled, but not deterred by your presence. A good sign.

“Hey,” Frankie says. He sounds exactly like he did over the phone.

“Hi,” you return. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“Yeah. I figured,” he says. “I mean, me too. Just with the—” He’s motioning vaguely at the helicopter parked thirty feet from you.

“Yeah,” you nod.  “I don’t want to do it here. Maybe you could come over, or…”

“I’ve got my daughter this week,” he says with a shake of his head.

“Oh, shit. Right. I’m sorry,” you say.

“Don’t be. Things are just really…tight right now. Time-wise.”

The pager at your hip buzzes. Ashton calling everyone back to set.

“I’ll call, okay? I promise,” Frankie says. The words make your chest cold and you hate it. This is selfish, surely. The man has a kid, for crying out loud. Who are you to deny or resent dad duty?

But you do. At this moment, you really do, wishing that the small being he has called his pride and joy would cease to exist for an evening. It’s horrible, so you nod and that's that. Back to work you go.

You wait until the end of the week. Frankie does not call. You hate, hate that you’ve been reduced to the girl in movies that would pine over the phone and wait for that special boy to call. Because really, are any of them all that special? Is Frankie?

Sure, he touched you and it felt like a match to your insides, but does that mean anything? You’re out of practice. He’s the first person to pay you any mind in that way since you became disabled. The more you think about it, really think about it, the more the argument for Frankie Morales falls apart.

Mia comes over on a night where missing Sam makes her heart ache a little too much to be alone, bringing with her a shitty bottle of rosé. You’re half a glass deep when she starts to ask that needling question, What’s wrong? And finishing the bottle by the time you sigh as an answer to her asking for the millionth time. You agreed to be open after the—spat? Blowup? Long overdue reuniting best friend fight?—but it still takes some time. She is prying open a mussel to find a very shitty prize.

“It’s stupid,” you say. “I’m stupid.”

“You’re not, and it isn’t,” Mia says, a frown on her face. Your lips stay sealed in a pout and she turns on those evil, adorable eyes. “Tell me.”

You hold out for about five minutes, some action flick moving quietly across your flat screen before you finally give in.

“Jesus! Fine,” you relent. “It’s like being waterboarded.”

Mia grins with satisfaction before her face snaps back to sober (as much as one can be after a whole bottle of wine) seriousness. “Spill.”

“You’re going to say it’s dumb,” you say.

“You’re projecting.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“I slept with Frankie.” A bomb explodes on screen, illustrating what is most certainly happening inside Mia’s skull at this very moment. “Yeah…”

“Was it good?”

“Mia!” you scold, swatting at her knee.

“Hey! You can’t blame me for asking. I love Sam but I have eyes,” she says. “He reminds me of all the guys we went to school with that have photos with fish on their Tinder profiles.”

“You’re terrible,” you sigh.

“You know it, baby,” she smiles. “So you slept together. What next?”

“We haven’t talked about it.”

Mia holds her tongue for a moment, trying to formulate this sentence in the least explosive way possible. “Do you want to?”

“Uh, yeah,” you say.

“I have to ask. You’re not exactly the talk it out type of person anymore,” Mia says.

Ignoring that, you say, “He’s busy. I’m busy. I hate it.”

“Call him,” Mia tries.

“Did that. Not really an over-the-phone kind of conversation,” you say.

Mia hums thoughtfully. “Okay, well. Try it out with me first.”

“What?”

“Whatever you’re going to say to him, say it to me. I know exactly where your mind is going with this—oh no, he has no time for me. Is it even worth discussing this matter that is very important to me if I project unimportance from the other party onto my feelings?"

You don’t say anything, willing another bottle of wine to appear next to the empty one on the coffee table.

“You can’t tell me I’m wrong. It’s what you do,” Mia says, confidence in the way she straightens up against the couch. And she isn’t wrong, but maybe you aren’t either. Frankie isn’t her. Frankie isn’t your best friend. He’s friendly, and you fucked.

“Okay, fine,” you say. You focus in on Mia’s eyes, imagining a different pair of them staring back at you. “I just—I want to tell you that what happened…was a first. In a long while. And I don’t know how to say it like a normal goddamn person, but—”

You can’t focus, words flying out of your mouth too fast for your tipsy brain to keep up. Your feelings are a jumble in your head, a vintage game of Scrabble lost to time. Mia’s not Frankie either. You’d have to explain it and provide all this context that you can’t even put words to for her to understand. For this to feel any ounce of real. Frankie would simply get it. But he won’t, because at this rate you’ll never get to tell him.

“I don’t know,” you sigh.

“Well I can’t make you do anything. I know you, and you’ll do what you think is best. Even if you know the alternative might be better,” Mia says. You can’t help but laugh. “I kind of get it, how your dad felt? When we were at school.”

The mood turns. Not sour, not quite the same. Your living room has a palpable edge ebbing through it now, carried through the occasional waft of alcohol between you, Mia, and the open, empty bottle.

“Do you remember him when we were in college?” you ask, voice quiet.

“Your dad? Of course. He was so, I don’t know—hands-on? He was around way more than my parents were,” Mia says.

He showed up every third weekend of the month with a few containers of leftovers; macaroni pie, frozen meatloaf and mashed potatoes, fresh tomatoes from his garden.

A man who only softened when you elected to up and leave. A man you resented until the day he died. A man you still resent, deep down in your soul. Yet you miss him.

The first time your heart’s been activated in years to throw you off assured feet and your first instinct is to run home to Dad. He lingers in your car, in the way you hold the gravy boat at Mia’s Thanksgiving dinners; his gloves are what you wore in the months of a tiresome film shoot amid an unending New York blizzard.

You hate him. He loved you. For the sixth time this week, you ponder driving home to clean up his grave. You can’t right now, because of work. Maybe when the summer’s over. The leaves will have started to fall. The headstone could use a good power wash.

“Where’d you go?” Mia asks.

“Hm?”

“You disappeared on me for a second,” she says.

“Thinking,” you say.

“Mm, don’t do too much of that. You’ll break your brain.”

“Already broken.”

“That’s too bad,” Mia smiles. “Had some pretty great thoughts sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“All the time,” she corrects. Mia gets off the couch, taking a minute to steady herself. “I’m calling a ride.”

“Excellent idea,” you nod. “See? Look at you. Responsible, quick-witted. You can do the thinking for the both of us.”

“Slow your roll, Romeo,” Mia cautions, staring into her phone. She looks up at you. “The night is still young. I’m only going home because you’re dry.”

“There’s a reason you keep alcohol at your place and I don’t,” you say. There have been some days, far behind you now, where you might’ve just drank the pain away. Certainly not the way to go.

She leaves you with another laugh and a smile, promising to text you when she gets home. The apartment stills as soon as the door shuts. You almost open it again, reaching for the knob to lean out into the hall and call Mia back. You don’t, instead letting the quiet envelope you. This doesn’t feel the same as the loneliness that would lurk in the shadowy corners of the room. Your lamps finally feel tall enough to reach those spots, dawning light on them and banishing the feeling.

You let yourself sit with it. Not lonely but alone. This isn’t permanent and it’s not a death sentence, as uncomfortable as it feels right now. Mia is there, along with an assortment of friends whose names you’ll have to dust the cobwebs off of soon. Even if Frankie never calls, you’ll be okay. A bittersweet realization for this dull and itching moment.

Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you pass the bathroom, you pause. You watch yourself, not in judgment like the last time. Plain observation. You blink three times in one minute before moving on.

It’s odd, looking without really looking. You’ve oscillated between dissection and avoidance of yourself for the last handful of years. This is a new skill to build. Look, there she is. A blink in passing.

Wherever you go, there you are. Get used to it.

-

Back on the studio lot for the rest of the week, you don’t see Frankie. The occurrence becomes less and less significant as the days pass. You almost delete his number from your phone altogether. Almost.

At lunch, you go through your phone to his contact, finger hovering over the trash button. In the end, you decide against it. It’s a number you might need for work. It’d be a pain in the ass to have to go down to payroll for his contact information—like you don’t have the digits memorized. Mia joins you at some point, minutes blurring together as you eat in pleasant silence.

Shooting goes over almost two hours because of rain leaking through the roof onto a set piece. You get home close to midnight. The street lamps bathe everything in a warm glow. Puddles have collected in the divets of the road, water reflecting the artificial light alongside the cold moon.

The elevator ride up to your floor should be like any other. Your instincts know better. Watching the digital numbers change as the metal box ascends, your stomach flips in your gut. You’ve always been acutely aware of the environments you found yourself in, bullshit meter finely tuned to warn you when shit was about to hit the fan.

It’s an instinct your father grew and nurtured in childhood. Because of him, all hard edges and unreachable wells of emotion. He was iced over solid. You found yourself carefully skating over that surface, around and around again for years until you left.

When the elevator doors open, you half-expect to see him standing there. Risen from the grave like a corpse from your dreams. The wall of shiny metal parts into two, and you see someone. Not your father. The breath caught in your throat flashes from crisp to boiling, a tube of Icy Hot slathered across your lungs.

You’ve never told Frankie where you live. So what is he doing here?

Before you’ve even made it to your door, you ask him.

“Thought I’d missed you,” he supplies as an explanation. “Or that you were ignoring me from inside.”

“I can ignore you from outside, too,” you say, setting your bag down. Taking keys from your back pocket, you avert your eyes as you get a grasp on the one for your front door.

“Listen,” he begins, watching as you turn the lock. “I—”

“Look, Frankie. I don’t have time for this. Or you, or your games.” Turning the handle of the door and pushing it open, you grab your things and step inside your apartment. “You said you’d call. You didn’t. End of story.”

“The phone works both ways,” he says. You try not to be shocked at the audacity.

“Well this,” you say, pointing between the two of you, “doesn’t.”

You’re shutting the door when he gently rests a hand on the reinforced wood.

“Please just—let me explain?” Frankie asks. You don’t close the door but don’t open it any wider for him. At that, he says, “Thank you.”

Glancing behind you to find the living room clock, you say, “You’ve got two minutes.” Two minutes to midnight.

“I wanted to call, but I—” Frankie cuts himself off. “I was a coward and that’s not fair to you. I’m sorry. I don’t usually feel this way about people. Not in a long time.”

His words are scratching at your heart. You hold your steely gaze against him, ignoring your insides slowly melting behind the door.

“I really like you. More than I’ve liked anybody. More than I like myself most days. That night in Florida was confusing for me. You wanted me there, and I wanted you. And then you said it was scary and I realized just how terrifying it is. This is.” Frankie takes a breath. “I didn’t want this to be weird. Didn’t want to box you into a corner with all of this shit I’m feeling because that isn’t fair and—”

He’s been avoiding focusing on you, instead staring at the nice tile scuff between the doorway and his boot. Frankie looks up, words playing straight on his face. He looks like he’s seen a ghost when all he’s looking at is you.

“And now I’m some fucker on your doorstep begging you to listen to me tell my sob story.” From the sounds of it, that’s the last thing he wants.

“Sometimes things don’t work out. That’s life,” you say. You’re telling yourself that this is the smart decision. Ice him out and your heart stays safely in your chest. Close the door and he’ll forget all about you. 

Frankie’s eyes are wide, expression raw. He isn’t observing or puzzling over you, he’s barely hiding anything on that face of his. Frankie is bleeding emotion all over your door. You want to take him in your hands and kiss it better. Lick the gore from his mouth, words crimson and dripping off his chin.

So you do.

Setting your bag down in the corner, you open the door wider to see all of him. He stands tall, all broad shoulders under his slubby blue button-down. You’re kissing Frankie before you can consider anything else. He takes ahold of the frilly sleeves of your blouse to pull you closer.

Licking at your teeth, Frankie walks you backward into the apartment. The door is still open. You maneuver around and press your back against it, closing with a thud. He breaks the kiss to murmur another apology against your cheek. You let him, pushing your tongue back into his mouth again.

Gripping the hair that sticks out at the nape of his neck, Frankie moans into the kiss.

“Are you—? Can we?” he asks, whisper-quiet. “Should we?”

No. Yes? You aren’t sure that it matters much anymore. “Do you want to?”

“Always.”

“Okay.”

The kiss is gentler from there on, moving through the front hall and living room with Frankie attached to your face. He almost trips himself taking his boots off. You both make it to the bed, thighs catching at the edge of the mattress. Lying down, he joins you. This is immediately better than that shitty motel, and you haven’t done anything yet.

Frankie moves onto his side, distracted by your lips as he works at the front zipper of your pants. You move your hand to join his, pulling the silver tab down over metal teeth like you’ve done a couple hundred times by now. He huffs in a wordless thanks, pushing your pants down until they are bunched at your ankles. You toe them off along with your socks, leaving you in nothing but underwear from the waist down.

He’s looking at you like an eclipse, utterly fascinated. You begin to shrink in on yourself under his gaze, but he gently runs the pads of his fingers over your cheek. You lean into the warm touch, three matches dragging against your skin to set your face alight.

Frankie kisses down your body, undoing a few of the buttons that sit over your chest. He doesn’t take the shirt off of you, instead pushing it up as his lips kiss over your stomach. You jerk, the soft feeling sending a jolt through your body.

“Please,” you whisper. “Please touch me.” You hate that you’re begging, but love to hear yourself do it.

Frankie does too, moving his mouth over you as he keeps your underwear on. He licks at you over the lycra material, soaking the already damp fabric where your clit sits beneath it. Dipping his tongue low against the gusset, he slips two fingers under your waistband and tugs it away from your skin. The panties peel off of you.

Frankie bunches them in his hand, leaving them beside him on the bed. Without warning, he’s on you again—really this time. He licks at your cunt fervently, like this is the last chance he’ll get to give head. You close your eyes and pull his head closer to your body, small moans slipping past your lips.

This is still a bit of an apology. The thought comes to you amidst your fuzzy haze as you drip onto his tongue. Frankie groans below you, taking your right thigh in one hand and hoisting it onto his shoulder. He’s attached to you again, a different set of lips.

Most of his attention is focused on your clit, his tongue swirling at it between moments when he presses it flat against the whole of you.

“You’re always so sweet for me,” Frankie mumbles. “Wet and pretty. D’you like it when I fuck you with my mouth?”

“Yes, fuck—always,” you sigh.

Dragging him up by the hair, you kiss him again. You need to before you say something stupid. One hand is held softly at your jaw while Frankie’s other hand works you over, pressing hard against your clit.

“God.” Your heart is racing underneath your skin, beating too fast to be quite comfortable.

Frankie’s so close and everything smells like him. Frankie and sex; two things this room has never been exposed to in your tenure here. You should make a candle.

You scratch at his chest, half-hoping to draw a bit of blood as you whine his name.

“Yeah honey? That good? Nice and slow, or—?”

You nod and he slips a finger inside of you, pressing against the front wall of your pelvis. This returns you to begging for more, for anything. For him.

At the edge of an orgasm, Frankie’s fingers leave you in search of a condom. You reach out to the drawer of your bedside table, yanking it forward. Amongst a stash of pens, sticky notes, and batteries is a handful of them. Frankie takes one and opens it up, sliding the latex over his cock. One day, you’ll get your mouth on that thing. Right now you both have other plans.

He works his hand over himself a couple of times before sinking onto the mattress with you. His arms cage you in at either side as he slides in slowly. He’s only halfway inside you when you nod to yourself, a hum barely audible.

“What?” he asks.

“Noting that you’re a missionary type of guy,” you say.

That pulls a laugh from him, morphing into a squeezed moan as you hook one leg over Frankie’s hip. He’s pushed the rest of the way inside of you, breathing heavily at the surprise.

“You’re gonna kill me.”

“Would that be so bad this way?” you ask. It’s hard to keep up the sarcastic banter when you’re so full of him.

Frankie sighs. “No.” The word is punctuated by a thrust of his hips, the force moving you up the bed half an inch.

What you would give to have him fuck you into the headboard; pound you into the mattress. He can’t, shouldn’t, and seems to know it already. Frankie grants you your wish of laying on you though. Just lightly, a feather of a man on top.

Frankie’s cock kisses the end of your cunt before he pulls out again. You hold onto him, pressing him closer as you keep your face in the shadow of his neck. Picturing the scene, pants off and shirts on, almost makes you laugh. Another punch of his hips fucks the thought from your head as you sink your teeth into his skin. Frankie hisses, losing his rhythm with a slight stutter.

“Do that again,” he says, waiting. You do, kissing at the tender skin of his throat this time before you bite him. The flesh between your teeth is soft and elastic, pulling away from his body.

In Frankie’s absence, your appetite has grown. Maybe that’s what it is: starvation. Waiting for days to get your fill once again. You need him inside you—in your cunt, under your skin, between your teeth. You would devour him if he’d let you.

“You feel so fucking good.” His words come slow, contrasting the small gasps he pulls from you on every thrust, leaving you breathless. Frankie is holding you in almost a cradle now. Claustrophobia settles between your bodies deliciously, the world shrinking down to a pinhole as he fucks you.

It doesn’t quite feel like fucking, though. The way Frankie touches you is too soft in some places, and the way he’s looking at you is killer. His eyes flash with that unexplainable thing, stirring your stomach as you feel your peak again. This is a murder. He’s returning the favour.

The next kiss Frankie gives you is bruising. The heat of your skin against his boils over, the oxygen blur caused by your faulty lungs and the slap of his hips against yours doing you in. You come with a groan, panting into his mouth as he continues to thrust into you.

“So pretty when you come,” he says beside your ear. “So pretty always, sweet thing.”

He pulls out of you, jerking himself off through the condom over your body. You shake your head, removing the thin piece of rubber. You pick up where he left off, spitting on him and stroking Frankie’s cock with the tight circle of your hand.

“Fuck,” he moans, long and loud. “Honey, slow down. Where do you want it?”

“In my mouth.” Testing, you give him a kitten lick at the tip of his dick.

“Oh god.”

You shake your head. “Just me.”

He comes with a few more strokes, striping your tongue, your lips, your chin. You let him go to gather it from your skin onto your fingers. It’s only a little shiny here in the half-dark. You can feel Frankie watching when you press your index past your lips, tasting more of him.

He groans. Again, he says, “You’re gonna kill me.”

Frankie lays down on the empty side of the bed. You brace for his after-sex questionnaire, but the conversation never comes. He rolls onto his side to face you, slipping his arms around your torso as you face away from him.

Eventually he asks, “You still like me being here? Now that it’s here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Florida, it’s a vacation. This is a little more…” Permanent. Memorable.

Whenever you went home for the summer, your childhood bedroom plagued you with thoughts and memories long buried of your amateur firsts. Your brain still sort of worked like that—you’re sure that if you went back to your old unit in California, the handful of PAs and dolly grips you spent nights with would be one of the first things on your mind.

“Yeah,” you say, answering the question. “This is better.”

“Better?”

“Don’t let it get to your head,” you mumble into the pillow.

“Too late,” Frankie says.

You sigh. “How can you be the coolest guy ever and an absolute donut at the same time?”

“You think I’m cool?” he asks.

Unlike him, you’re honest. “Unfortunately.”

Frankie hums, the rumble of his chest sinking into the bones in your spine easily.

This is all easy. Listening to him breathe, letting him in your space, falling asleep against him. If you weren’t so thoroughly fucked and tired, the simplicity would freeze you, desperate to scramble away. All you can do is lay there, falling asleep in his arms.

When you wake up, Frankie’s gone. Again.

Something painful seizes your chest, an icy claw poking razor-sharp fingers through the slats in your ribs. The sheets on the empty side of the bed still have the faint glow of body heat. He must’ve left recently, or maybe he’s still up. You can catch him before he puts his boots on and walks out your front door—out of your apartment, out of your life.

Franke interrupts your thoughts when he returns to your room, a mug in his hand.

“Did I wake you?” he asks. His morning voice is low and gravelly. A feast for the ears.

“No,” you shake your head. “I thought you left.”

“Moved my boots. They were getting dirt on your nice carpet.” Right. You remember him leaving them somewhere in your apartment. “I made coffee.”

“I’m okay.” You let your breathing even out as he sits back down on the bed with you. “We should…talk.”

“That’s all we ever do,” Frankie says. “Well, that and…” The other thing you two are so proficient at these days.

“I mean really talk. About this,” you say.

“Right,” he nods. Frankie sets his mug down, steam rising from the top. “I guess I do owe you a secret.”

“It doesn’t have to be like that.”

“It doesn’t,” he agrees. “I want to tell you.”

When you told him about the accident, about everything that changed, you’d handed him this soft and precious thing of yours that no one else had ever seen. With the roles reversed, your palms itch. You can’t help but think that you’ll drop his.

“But you have to promise me something first,” Frankie says. “Don’t say anything until I’m done, okay? Please.”

“Okay.”

A long moment of silence draws on between the two of you as he stares at your bed sheets. Frankie’s mouth twitches, filtering through his vocabulary to find the right words. Then finally, he speaks.

He tells you about a region in South America called Tres Fronteras. About a phone call, a decision, a heist. The money, most of it lost to the unforgiving land and sea. Frankie lost a friend, a wife, and a life he was trying to carve out for himself. All for riches that were never going to be his.

“I killed people. I was good at it—that and flying planes. And then all of that ended with the service. For a while there I was…a bit of a trigger-happy coke head,” he says, almost rolling his eyes. Frankie can’t seem to look at you, the same way he couldn’t in the hall. “Took a long time to clean up my act.”

You understand what he meant on that beach, an apology waiting behind your teeth as you keep your eyes on him. You don’t verbalize it. Instead, you take his hand into yours. Gently, you squeeze.

“I guess you aren’t the only one squirrely about secrets,” Frankie whispers.

“Can you look at me? Please?”

Frankie surrenders, face drawn when he meets your eyes.

“That’s not the person you’ve shown me. It’s not the guy that I see. We change. For worse or for better.”

You would be lying if you said that his admissions don’t unsettle you; that this is an easy pill to swallow. But you know him. You want him. He and you are cut from the same cloth in the end. This changes nothing.

“Which one do you think you are?” he asks.

“Worse.” But that can change. Is changing, even as you sit here.

“And me?”

At that, you smile. “Better.”

You want to tell him that the promise of seeing him had been one of the only things getting you through the slow, thick haze of summer. That the thought of him never calling was a little devastating, no matter how sad that sounds. You miss his touch and want his eyes on you always. You’ve never had such a quick turnaround in opinion about anything. It’s selfish, really.

“I’m kind of a bad person,” he says slowly. It’s half warning, half realization.

“Good and bad are concepts from make-believe. I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”

“So what do you worry about?” Frankie asks.

“Reality,” you say. “My whole life is centered around making other people believe in something fake. Concentrating on what’s real? That’s been keeping me sane lately.”

Mia’s words. Frankie’s attention. That tangible feeling of warmth, different but the same, when you are around both of them.

“And you’re real,” you say before he can ask. “A bit of a fuck up, but so am I.”

“That must be why we get along,” Frankie says.

“Must be.”

You want to add you’ll be okay to that list of real things. You need it. You’d kill for it. Silently, with your head against the pillow, you make a decision.

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[evilgabe29]

chapter 1 of working title

A boy ran through the streets of Artagan. His grey coat flapping in the wind a little too fast as if the air just wasn't ready for him yet and scrambled to keep up. Once he got to his destination he just barely stopped himself from planting his pace into the solid brick wall of the job centre. He entered the small building a bit winded.

The centre wasn't big, no building in Artagan was. Some felt that it made the place feel suffocating. Although those people got jobs on only their tenth visit or less, most took comfort in the cramped space. This was the boy’s hundredth or so visit to the centre despite people supposedly being in need of any Kenek they could get, bloody liars.

The boy walked over to the ticket dispenser and removed the small piece of paper from the slot, which was immediately replaced with another one. The ticket had the number one written on it meaning he got here first this time, which also meant he gets first pick on any jobs that get brought in. The boy then sat down in the lone foldable chair in the middle of the room, for a new visitor it would look out of place as if it was fulfilling a quota for having seating in public areas, but long time visitors found it as with most things exactly where it needs to be. 

The boy woke up to a voice, and a sharp pain to his head.

“Oi, Vik wake up i can't have you holding up the line” said the voice that he’d determined to belong to Hektor the caretaker of this job centre, he was a relatively big man, that's relative to Vik though who was only eleven half-feet tall and skinnier than a keno wire, Hektor on the other hand was approximately 13 half-feet by Vik’s approximation with enough mussel to make a heaver go bankrupt trying to lift him. 

“Owww” Vik groaned standing up “do ya really have to hit me?” 

“You got the first ticket, no one else can go until you do dumbass, there might actually be something for you this time,” Hektor said, dragging him to the terminal. Hektor was not only the caretaker of the centre he also delivered new jobs to the terminal every week.

Vik perked up at his words, would today be the day he actually got a job? Of course he didn't let himself get too hopeful but he was still very excited.

After plopping him down in front of the job terminal Hektor turned it on, making all the rotating letter plates whir to life, at this point Vik finally took stock of his surroundings and all the people that were standing in line. Intellectually he knew the reason, there had been a record number of ships that arrived to port this week and ships tended to hire personnel when they came to port, he still jumped at the sheer amount of people present.

The terminal made a final loud Click indicating that it was finished setting up, Vik turned to it and inserted his ticket into the terminal, it then did some more whirring as it accepted the small paper, then it clicked once again signifying that it was done with its operations and was ready for use.

Vik gingerly put his magenta tipped fingers on the keyboard, with each keypress making the terminal jump to life. he pressed the enter key with a finality that made him worry if he might have accidentally broken it, but the command he put in to filter the jobs by ones that were looking for dashers went through and he took a relieved sigh and took a step back to looking at all the rotating letters plates, once they stopped his heart did too, after his hundred visits, almost a year coming here once a week, finally, finally something popped up.

-~very cool line break, this is still the same chapter just a bit latter~-

Vik walked to the port, canvas bag slung across his shoulder, right hand resting on his Ring Spike tied to his belt and the left clutching the job printout with all his strength as if it was gonna run away from him. He didn't even want to dash with the fear of losing the paper. Vik was still half convinced that he would be turned away, maybe it was a mistake, maybe they meant to look for a dodger and wrote dasher instead but the other half of his brain noted that he did have the paper, there was proof that he accepted the job and even if they didn't need a dasher most ships found the increased speed they provide to be very useful.

Vik had intended to have one last look at his home, he did feel a fondness for the slum like city Artagan had become in the last hundred years, even if he also resented it for taking his parents from him. He reasoned that the government and companies of a city isn't necessarily the city itself but logic and reason could only do so much.

It wasn't long before he reached the port he entered, anxious that guards would appear out of nowhere and arrest him but none did, he walked over to landing pad twenty-seven which was indicated on the print out.

Two men stood on the landing pad, one clad in a yellow shirt under a thick fake leather coat and leaning his back on the railing, while the other one had on a blue dress shirt that was too clean to be from any of the slums. He stood straight backed with his hands clasped behind him. They seemed to be looking out for people. Vik reflexively took his hand off of his Ring Spike and hid it under his coat. He wasn't supposed to have one, normal people weren't supposed to have one. But he'd swiped one off a visiting ring scout intending on selling it since it was heavy enough to be worth a chunk or two but then he'd realised it was made of Keno from Armanis and worth way more to him as a battery then just some spare change.

Vik walked up to the two men incredibly nervous, possibly the most nervous he'd ever been. Vik proffered the paper to the two men though as he'd expected the blue clad man took it with gloved hands. He unfolded the crumpled piece of paper that he’d unconsciously been gripping as if his life depended on it. The man visibly relaxed as he started reading through the paper. The yellow clad man though he looked at Vik’s fingers, his eyes sparkled as he saw the deep colour of the Athos stains on them. his lips curved up slightly at the corners.

“Okay so you're the dasher eh?” Vik snapped to attention at the sound of blue shirt’s voice. It was quite relaxed, not at all how he'd expected someone who looked like he'd had a drain pipe shoved up his ass to sound.

“YES!..uhh yes that's me,yes,” Vik responded still a bit nervous

“a bit jumpy ain't aren't they Lan?” yellow shirt said nugging blue, his voice was gruffer than blue’s but was equally more energetic

“Hektor mentioned that there haven't been many requests for dashers going through his circles. So they probably think were gonna scam them or something” he muttered reading through the print out 

Once he was done he folded it up as neatly as he could given its state and put it in the back pocket of his dress pants 

“Alright everything looks to be in order Vik, Nell mind showing the new kid around? we’re still waiting on a heaver so get them all set up while i wait.”

“Sure, come with me shortstuff” yellow shirt turning to the scout ship behind him and gesturing for Vik to follow him, Nell if he wasn't mistaken. 

Vik hesitated at first but they seemed pretty trustworthy and he wasn't likely to get another opportunity like this any time soon. so he followed Nell.

-~cool lil line break just because i want to, what are you gonna do? Sue me?~-

The ship wasn't pretty well at least it wasn't in the conventional sense it had very clearly seen better days there were several patches of metal that had been welded or bolted on often both. not only that but various pieces of the ship were almost certainly mismatched. despite this or maybe because of it Vik absolutely adored the ship. 

“We call her Theo after one of the very very old myths” Nell said, running his gloved fingers through his light brown hair. 

“I haven't heard of any myths like that, what’s it about?” Vik asked, genuinely curious.

“No idea.”Nell announced proudly.

“What? Why would you name it after something you don't even know about?”

“Oh I don't know anything about it but my brother over there could give you a four and a half hour lecture on the name alone” Nell said gesturing with his thumb towards Lan “multiply it ten-fold if he ends up going on about philosophy, which he usually does”

They finally got to the ship’s entrance, it was a white rectangular metal door with four rectangular indentations like something you’d find in a house. Trials it probably was an interior door, how did all the air not escape the moment they took off?

“How do you have that as the door to your ship?” Vik said with no small measure of awe, it fit the aesthetic of the ship so well after all, even if he had no idea how it functioned they clearly had made it here so it must work somehow.

Nell chuckled as he turned the knob and swung open the door, revealing an oddly open interior, of course the ship was big on the outside but he had expected the small cramped quarters of military ships, although those also tended to use non Athos driven forms of propulsion and tended to have had much bigger crews.

Vik entered the craft stepping over the rubber lining where the door had been, this must be how they kept air from escaping, there was no way that was safe.

The ship’s interior had five rooms, four he assumed were for crew and then the last must be for the washroom? But where would the engine go? Then he saw it, a giant hunk of Keno glowing a beautiful yellow suspended by six metal spokes with a seventh going directly downwards made of a whitish-silvery material. 

“Whoa!” Vik said in awe.

“Yeah, she’s a beauty ain't she.” Nell said, still standing outside “you're free to take any of the quarters that don't have a name on the door yet, once the heaver arrives we’ll explain to you both on how to operate Theo here. In the meantime, get yourself comfortable.” He then left the ship to join his brother out on the landing pad.

Vik opened the first door he saw that didn't have a name on it, and was beholden to the ship’s washroom, it was quite…functional, it contained only a toilet and sink and they both were not the prettiest even by Vik’s odd standards. He closed the door and kept looking; he didn't need to use it right now and his bag was starting to weigh on him a little bit. There were two unmarked doors next to the washroom, he chose the one furthest away from it and opened the metal door. 

The quarters were what some would call cramped but just like the job centre he found it cosy instead, the room contained a simple bed and desk. Vik put his bag on the desk and collapsed onto the bed. When was the last time he’d actually slept on a bed? It was so comfortable. Vik Then passed out.

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[grimmeghoulz]

Omg! I love you fic about the old ghoul and having resentment for humans, but I raise you male ghoul reader who is the newest ghoul in the ministry and surprised by the tasks he has to do

Now the reader is also older than the others and he usually was summoned to do something bad, to strike fear in people, to murder the ones who stood against his master. And now all he has to do is kinda babysit the other ghouls and he just thinks it's a joke, because cmon...Humans being nice to ghouls ha! Good joke...... now who do I have to kill?

So please write it, I love you, I love your writing, take you time and please don't stress yourself

<3 <3 <3

Thank you so much for this, I honestly needed a long break for a bit, so this might be a little short.

CW: Gore, Violence, Food, Cursing and non existent table manners

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The Forgotten Scriptures hidden deep within the Ministry describe the summoning of a murderous ghoul. Their mask stained with the blood of countless Christians who stood in the way of the Clergy, their sheer hatred rotting their skin, showing black bones underneath.

They called them the grim reaper. They called them death incarnate. They called them Carnevale; The Flesh Ghoul, as their gaping wounds were sewn with the skin of their victims.

Copia was well aware of the heinous crimes committed by the demon yet sought out the scroll, hidden deep within the Ministry's vaults. The ghouls stood beside him, reassuring Papa that he was safe. The summoning had begun...

A crack formed within the sigil, growing incessantly as it swallowed the ground forming an endless pit, its rampage only halted by the protective circle. A harsh red light was emitted from the pit as a voice called out to him.

"Who summoned me?" The voice was beckoning for blood.

"I did! It was me!" Copia mustered a confident facade, yet the ghoul wasn't convinced.

"I can smell your fear, Papa." The ghoul spat his title mockingly. A spiked tail appeared from the pit and swam back down.

Cirrus gave Copia an affirming nod. "I call upon you, Ghoul of Flesh, to come to my aid."

He was met with a maw of black fangs, blood leaking from behind. "What makes you think you're worthy, you pathetic sack of flesh? Tell me why I shouldn't devour you right now."

Papa kept a straight face. "I need you to care for my ghouls."

The monster was taken aback. It had no idea how to respond to such a demand. "You want me to...WHAT?" Lava started seeping through the gaps in its mismatched skin as it slammed a huge fist dangerously close to him. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

Copia smiled. "I am your Papa. Now, come to me."

The monster roared angrily in disbelief as it melted into shadow, closing the pit. A tall ghoul is present where the sigil once was. They were not amused.

"Alright, I'll be your babysitter.", they hissed.

Copia beamed at his accomplishment. "I'll need, first, your name. I doubt it's 'Carnevale', is it?"

The ghoul sighed as they stretched their sewn arm out. "No. It's Wave."

Papa smiled kindly as he shook their clawed hand, something that kindled Wave's curiosity. "Nice to meet you, Wave. Welcome to the family.

The ghouls cheered loudly as they surrounded Papa, hugging and shaking the poor man. Wave raised an eyebrow. Can ghouls really love a human that wimpy? Have they forgotten everything?

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"No, no NO! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!" Screeched Wave, wondering how the hell Swiss managed to burn water.

They whistled, calling all the ghouls to come to the kitchen. "This is how you do it! Aurora, bring me the fresh mussels and put them in this pan. Phantom, get me the whole damn box of king prawns from the freezer, tell Ifrit to defrost it. Aether, find the starchiest rice in that Satan forsaken fridge. And Swiss?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't touch a fucking thing."

The ghoul doused the mussels in white wine and let them simmer as they rummaged through the cabinets for peas and olive oil. "Aether, put 500g of the rice in this deep pan, and some of these peas while you're at it."

With one slice of their claw, Wave deveined the prawns and seared them, boiling the carapaces to bring out their flavour. They separated the mussels from the wine and the carapaces from their juice, alternating between them to give flavour to the rice. The ghouls were enjoying themselves, whacking each other with cutlery while the ghoulettes played keytar in the background. It was a mess that Wave secretly enjoyed.

Once the food was done, they carefully spooned it in equal amounts on every plate, ensuring that each ghoul has enough to eat.

"And that is how you make proper fucking risotto." Wave was immensely proud of themselves.

Swiss dug in first, every mouthful sending him into a purring spree followed by the rest. Wave's gaze softened seeing the squad enjoy his food, they were like a very messy family.

"Hey, mister!" yelled Cumulus with her mouth full. "Where'd ya learn all this stuff?"

Wave leaned against the table. "From my Papa, of course- stop spitting out your food like that!"

Rain looked curiously at him. "You had a Papa? Don't you despise humans?"

"Yeah!" Jumped Ifrit. "You were gonna kill ours!"

Wave furrowed his eyebrows as he wiped his claw. "You have a human for a Papa, not even a half ghoul."

Mountain sat defensively. "Times change. We love Papa, and that is that."

Aether waved his spoon in the air. "Besides, humans love us now. We have no need to defend ourselves."

Wave looked away. "I see."

"You don't believe us, don't you.", exclaimed Sunshine. "I understand you've been through some shit, but you can't stay like that. No need to be." She promptly stuffed her mouth with risotto.

Wave laughed. "I suppose so."

"Tall guy, make us more of this stuff!" jumped Ifrit.

"Me two." said Mountain.

"Me three!!" yelled Cumulus. Soon enough, all the ghouls were yelling for food.

At that moment, Wave realized he was in for a long ass week.

[aph-mable]

Superphantom: The Ghost King, three hunters, and an Angel.

After tons of years as the ghost king, Danny decided to take a road trip across the country both to take a small break but also to make sure the other spirits outside of Amity Park weren't causing too much trouble.

While Danny is travelling around and getting into misfit he comes across both Bobby Singer and the Winchester gang who don't know he is the ghost king or that Danny is a ghost at all, they just think they had picked up a young scrawny teenager who wants to be a hunter.

This AU has quite a few changes to it and knowledge you kneed to know before we start:

1. Since Danny become basically Schrödinger's boy he stopped ageing past 14, just gained a bit of mussel and slightly more scars for his human half.

2. When Danny got blasted by the whole power of the ghost zone he picked up ever ghost in there's abilities/powers, but can't control all of them or barely uses some.

For example: when Danny gets like SUPER angry he can cause minor storms similar to the tornado ghost but once it starts he can't control it, or for another example, he gained the ability to ride any motorcycle from kitty/Johnny.

3. The Winchester's are just doing basic hunting at this point in time, so no big bad apocalypse or anything like that.

4. Cas and Dean are an unofficial couple, they try to deny anything is between them but something is up.

5. Finally, I hope you have fun reading this story and it's mainly for entertainment.

Chapter 1: little lost ghost.

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Danny looked one last time at himself in the mirror, taking deep breaths and reminding himself that he wasn't going to be gone for long and that the ghost zone was in good hands.

For weeks Danny had made sure the other ghost we're either going to behave or be okay while he will be away.

Clockwork had suggested that Danny should take a break and explore the world, he had been ruling over the ghost zone for more than 100 years, they will be okay with him gone for a year or more.

During the time Danny was packing he had visited everyone he could and gave them his goodbyes, not admitting that he half did this to stall but he knew he had to leave at some point.

As he took one last long look at himself, Danny hadn't aged for years, he was still the same 14-year-old with bags under his eyes, the odd freckle splatter across his face, and scars from his many battles hidden under blue jeans and a hoodie that had a stitched up red heart on it that hid away his black as night hair.

He was stalling again and he needed to leave now.

Daniel grabbed the overstuffed duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder and made sure the strap was right around his body, while he was messing with his bag Fright Knight came into the room to make sure his king was alright.

"My majesty are you taking your crown with you?"

Danny nodded and turned into his second ghost from where the crown floated above his head, making Fright knight nod with a smile.

Danny turned back to his human self, quickly running up to his loyal knight and hugging him tightly, Fright knight was a little confused at first but quickly hugged Danny back.

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It took nearly three hours for Clockwork to get Danny to stop hugging and saying goodbye to everyone AGAIN.

He gave his usual dad speech before he left the ghost zone, the basic warnings that any parent would give;

"Don't get into random people's cars" "do you have enough money?" "If a ghost is giving you any trouble you have my permission to deal with them as you see fit."

Danny smiled as he looked back at all his friends who were waving to him as he left, he was going to miss all his mischievous friends.

The small ghost king went through the only open portal to the human realm, which led back to Danny's old home and basement, dust covering everything that had been left alone for years, the thick musty air filled his lungs as his steps creaked on the corroded metal steps.

Once upstairs Danny had to leave quickly or he would be stuck trying to recall his life before everyone had gone on with their lives, leaving the old place to its state of abandonment.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he walked through the door and out at the last bit of daylight, his human half finally breathing fresh air was colder than he was expecting.

Danny scanned his surroundings and noticed that the leaves were already transforming into spots of gold and browns, and red colours, leaving nothing but the turning of the season to be gazed upon.

With one big gulp of frozen air, Danny made his way down the cracked sidewalk, planning to leave for the road but he knew he had to see one more person before he left, someone that wanted him more than anything but had made his life a living hell for a bit.

Danny had to say his last goodbye to Vlad Masters...

By the time Danny reached the old Frootloops castle, it was past midnight and Danny was feeling actually calm as the cold wind flowed around him.

Danny was no longer scared of Vlad, and in truth at this point just saw him as an overdramatic millionaire, including since he stopped trying to get Danny to be his son.

When Danny knocked on the front door it flung right open causing Danny to nearly turn ghost but after the scare, he slowly calmed down and went inside the castle which was still very clean from what he could see in the dark.

"Hey, FruitLoop! You in?",

Danny's voice echoed loudly, soon being greeted by some kind of crashing noise coming from one of the rooms upstairs.

Just as his voice died out Vlad who was wearing striped pyjamas had rushed down the stairs, turning on the lights just as he rushed over to hug Danny in the tightest hug he had received so far.

" Daniel my boy! I heard the news already, I thought you would have left by now, but I'm so glad you hadn't yet".

Same old Vlad, always welcoming Danny in open arms even after all these years.

"Hey, I couldn't leave my old crazy fruitloop without saying something, you know me always wanting to have the last pun".

Each stared at each out then started to burst out laughing like how old friends would, being so glad to see each other even if it would be a while yet again.

Both Halfa's caught up on what they had missed in each realm, how the ghost zone was peaceful-ish and that everyone there was doing fine.

As for the human realm, things had gotten a little more interesting since more supernatural creatures were starting to show up more, and how some troubles came and went.

Danny was both relieved and a little scared that other than ghosts were being a bit bolder on coming out since it meant that he could possibly not be hunted the moment he shows his ghost self.

As Danny was about to go Vlad wouldn't let Danny leave before giving him some cash and a credit card to use while on the road.

With the last of his goodbyes done, Danny finally set out, leaving Amity Park for the first time in years and into a bigger new world.

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It took only two and a half weeks, nearly a new record for Danny to be in some kind of danger, and for once it wasn't ghosts.

No, what was after him this time was an actual vampire this time, meaning Danny was unprepared to defend himself so all he could do was run as fast as he could which was surprisingly only a little faster than the bloodsucker who was hot on his trail.

Danny spirited around trees, barely avoided tripping into ditches and was not having a good time whatsoever.

He had tried a few times to turn intangible but with a vampire so close by it was pretty hard to concentrate on any of his abilities, especially since if he even stopped for one second he could be a full goner.

"Just got to last till sunrise, just till then, vampires have to hate the sun at least a little",

Danny kept on talking to himself to keep himself moving forward no matter what, just at least till the ankle bitter gets off his trail.

" oh, little boy~ you can't run forever, not even a hunter will last much longer".

Danny cursed his need to make a sarcastic quit while he is in panic mode, if only he kept looking forward he wouldn't have caught his foot on a loose tree root and sprained his ankle badly as he rolls hard into an open plain, leaving him defenceless as the vampire now walked calmly towards the boy, almost teasing the prey in front of them.

Before the bloodsucker could even get close enough Danny inhaled a ton of air and in one last-ditch effort he let out the loudest ghostly wail he could.

The once confident vampire was suddenly blasted back and holding their ears, but Danny didn't stop, his wail only grew stronger and stronger till it knocked down five trees into broken pieces.

By the time Danny stopped the vampire had left running for the hills, leaving Danny tired but half alive, which was better than being food.

Speaking of food Danny was starving to get something to eat, running for most of the night and using his ghostly wail while being in his human form made him hungry then he felt for a super long time.

He stumbled as he rose to his feet and started to walk again, hoping that there was a town close enough to get something to eat.

Danny's legs felt like pure lead by the time he gotten to rest inside the old-style diner, he relaxed on the soft red cushion as he dug for his wallet to make sure he didn't lose it, it was one thing to be hungry but Danny wasn't going to eat if he didn't have the means to pay.

Luckily his wallet was still there and so was the card Vlad gave him, with only 20 dollars left of cash.

As Danny waited to get his order taken, a deeply tanned waitress came up to him with her notepad, she looked at the tired 14-year-old looking kid with a look of concern and suspicion.

"Where are your parent's sweetheart? You can't be all alone just sitting here right".

Danny didn't blame her for asking, he knew his appearance was of a homeless kid, but he was too hungry to really care about the question of his parents.

He just looked up at the lady with a tired look and practically ignored her question, " does this place have cash or card? Just want to know how I should pay".

The waitress didn't like how he responded at all and was just about to tell him to leave, but before she even could get a word out an older man who looked like the kid's father sat down across from him and spoke up,

"Sorry about that Sally, my kid here was just told to pay with my money if I didn't get us a parking spot on time, please excuse his manners".

Danny was beyond confused but didn't show it, in fact, he played along and the waitress soon left in a huff to get them both menus.

The man who had saved him looked almost in his forties, with a cap on his head and a thick brown beard he did look like the dad type.

Danny was about to thank him as the menus arrived but the older man cut Danny off with just a raise of his hand.

" Now I'm just going to cut to the case here, I can easily tell your new around these parts and possibly been on the road for a long while correct?",

Danny only nodded, if you count barely a month a long while, the man continued his speech "As I thought so. Now here I'll make you a deal after we finish eating. I can lend you a place to stay a night or two, but in return, you have to help me clean it up Ya hear?".

Danny was stunned but quickly accepted the proposal, the man nodded, happy that Danny had some sense in him.

" I'm Bobby Singer, and you are young man?"

"I'm Danny Fenton, it's nice to meet you "

Danny shook Bobby's hand, soon going back to being quiet between both of them as they were picking out what to eat, letting Danny calm down for the first time in a few days.

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~Bobby's pov ~

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It was a slow week for Bobby, barely any monsters in sight, and with the Winchesters, most likely hunting someplace else left him with a lot of free time on his hands, meaning he was out on the road very early in the mornings to look out at the scenery.

During one of these drives, something had caught his eye which was five huge trees knocked down and torn up from the roots with the sounding ground looking like a bulldozer had ripped through it.

Bobby stopped his truck, grabbed his gun quickly and went over to investigate what the hell was even going on.

Bobby could see the damage was much worse up close and knew whatever caused this wasn't human, as he survived the area he could tell that the main source came from a single point and had spread out as it went further away.

He knew he needed to find whatever caused this and quickly because if something like this could do that kind of damage out in the middle of nowhere, in a small town or even a city this kind of destruction could be ten times worse.

Bobby rushed back to his truck, with a plan to call the Winchesters to help him figure out this mess, but first, he had to ask around town if anyone had seen or heard anything.

Bobby checked the bar, the then square, and now he was heading to the diner, so far the only information he got was that during the very late hours of the night half the town heard a piercing wail of some kind, in fact, a few were talking about with no hesitation since so many heard it.

This made Bobby a little more worried and needing to find it sooner than later, but since he was already at the diner he will grab something to quickly eat while he continued to ask around.

As he walked into the door he quickly noticed a very tired looking 14-year-old boy with bags under his eyes, I kept black hair and clothing that was torn and very much old.

What had caught Bobby's attention the most was both the kids piercing blue eyes and a few scars that were obviously trying to be hidden, the boy in front of him looked almost lost as the waitress was about to give him an ear full, so Bobby quickly stepped in and acted like the kid's dad to make her leave both of them alone.

Once Bobby got the waitresses to leave he took a better look at the newcomer in front of him, the kid was either a runaway or homeless from the looks of it, he gave off a tired like an aura, with the look in his eyes he would have east out any second now.

Right before either of them ordered anything the kid sitting across from him was about to speak but Bobby quickly cut him off with a small hand gesture, he took the lead in speaking.

" Now I'm just going to cut to the case here, I can easily tell your new around these parts and possibly been on the road for a long while correct?",

The scared boy just nodded leaving Bobby to continue

"As I thought so. Now here I'll make you a deal after we finish eating. I can lend you a place to stay a night or two, but in return, you have to help me clean it up Ya hear?".

With a single movement, the kid showed his agreement, which made Bobby smile knowing the boy was smart enough to take a good deal.

" I'm Bobby Singer, and you are young man?"

"I'm Danny Fenton, it's nice to meet you "

With that out of the way, they could finally order some breakfast, Bobby ordered just the basic toast and eggs, but Danny? He ordered a big enough meal to feed a starving bear, almost matching the appetite of the Winchesters...

Wait, that can't be right, Bobby knew that Danny was barely a teenager, why would he have an appetite of a hunter? Unless, shit.

The thought of Danny possibly being a hunter was stuck in Bobby's head, he kept trying to doubt himself and just chalk it up to the kid just growing, but that still didn't explain why Danny had scars or even the usual homeless look most hunters had.

Bobby mind kept on turning that he almost didn't notice that the kid paid for the meal with some kind of silver card, another hint, hunters who have children always try to make sure their kid has enough to get by, meaning if Danny isn't a hunter then his parents must, including since the kid was all alone.

Bobby leads Danny to his truck and quickly noticed the young teen was limping, singling that he was injured in some way, to the kids surprise Bobby helped him into my truck, making sure he wasn't walking too much if he was hurting.

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~Danny's pov~

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So much can change in a couple of hours, at the start of the day Danny had been injured trying to get away from a vampire, had to walk to town on a hurt ankle, and was almost yelled at by a waitress, but also met a man named Bobby who was willing to take him in for a few nights which was nice, and he even helped me into his truck when he saw him was struggling.

Now Danny was sitting on a couch with his foot resting and reading a book from Bobby's collection, it was nice to relax after a rough few weeks.

The first night was the best for Danny, the couch was way more comfortable than sleeping on the ground, and he was given a small time to heal up, his ankle was much better now and he could easily help out tomorrow which was the least he could do for the kind man.

Morning came way too early but Danny knew he had to get up, as he stretched out he sat up and was trying to get up from the couch but the moment Danny tried he was pushed back down gently, Bobby had placed a hit drink on the table next to Danny while was moving around like he was preparing for doomsday.

This made Danny a little uneasy but didn't speak up since he still didn't fully know the man's temper yet and if the guy who was kind enough to help Danny was nearly freaking out it must be important.

After a long period of silence, Bobby finally spoke up;

"I'm going to have some old friends over so don't be alarmed if they aren't too friendly, their hunters like me with an extra friend of theirs staying over too".

Danny nodded and gave a thumbs-up, but was left wondering if he meant animal hunter or monster hunter because depending on which could mean life or death for Danny if he slipped up on his powers.

Once Bobby was done running around the house he pulled up a chair to check on Danny's ankle, and thanks to his healing ability he was all healed up meaning Danny can walk again, and even help out.

It was obvious Bobby was impressed and let Danny clean the house a bit but was keeping an eye on him just in case.

Danny helped clean the kitchen, bring in some firewood, and was just finishing putting blankets away from his made shift bed.

As he put the blankets away Bobby walked back in with two men walking behind him.

One was very tall with light brown long hair and greyish eyes, this guy could be confused with being bigfoot or even a sasquatch.

The second man was just a bit shorter but still very tall too, he looked almost like a soldier that had too much fun shooting, his hair was shorter but had the same colour as Mr.Sasquatch so it was perfectly okay to assume they were brothers.

Both the men looked surprised to see him, and he didn't blame them.

Bobby cleared his throat and introduced each of us,

" Sam, Dean, this is Danny. Danny meet Sam and Dean Winchester"

"Uh hi? It's nice to meet you two", Danny gave a weary smile, his attention quickly moving away from Mr.Sasquatch and Soldier guy when he glanced behind them, seeing a third party member who was just walking in.

Danny had seen quite a few beings in his years, but the man before him was something else, for starters, he was wearing a tanned trench coat and a blue tie, his expression was that of indifference, but the main thing that caught Danny's eye was the huge wings coming out of the man's back that somehow didn't knock anything over as the man walked in.

All four men notice Danny staring, with an expression that wasn't frozen in fear but in curiosity and confusion.

The man in the trench coat moved closer to Danny making him nearly stubble back as the man spoke to Danny in a mix of both human and angelical combined voices asked a single question,

" you can see my wings?"

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End Of Chapter 1.

[lamaenthel]

Semi-Conscious

[read on ao3][masterlist]Febuwhump prompt: semi-conscious

"It's alright, Master Qui-Gon, it doesn't even hurt." "That is because you are in shock, my young Padawan. Stop moving." "I'm in shock?" "Or near enough. Now for once please do as I say and stop moving."

Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi Wordcount: 604

"It's alright, Master Qui-Gon, it doesn't even hurt."

"That is because you are in shock, my young Padawan. Stop moving."

"I'm in shock?"

"Or near enough. Now for once please do as I say and stop moving." 

"I didn't think I was moving, Master, honestly."

"You are. And you're making it exceedingly difficult to apply this dressing."

"Oh dear. I'm sorry, Master."

"Don't be sorry, just stop squirming."

"Ah!"

"There. It'll sting for a minute, but don't worry. It has an analgesic. Let it kick in."

"A what?" 

"A numbing agent. I'm surprised you don't know that, Obi-Wan, you've always had a mind for science." 

"I know what it means, I meant… oh, I hope it kicks in soon."

"It will. Squeeze my hand, there's a good lad. Let it work."

"What's… blast it all, it hurts—"

"I know."

"It didn't hurt until you said something!"

"I apologize for waking your sleeping nerves, dear Padawan."

"What's the… ah!"

"Spit it out your question before you choke on it!"

"What… what did you put on me?"

" …a bandage?"

"No, what kind."

"Oh. It's… where did that package go? It's a Talusian Gluestat."

"I've never heard of it. Isn't… isn't Talusia an ocean world?"

"You spend enough time in the archives, I'd expect you to know better than I."

"It is. They have no s-sentient species…"

"Obi-Wan, I do wish you'd stop talking and concentrate on not bleeding to death."

"Yes, M-Master."

"You're going pale. Karabast, why isn't it working?"

"The only thing I c-can think of that commonly comes from T-T-Talusia is a-a species of mussel."

" 'Remove protective film and apply directly to the site of injury…' "

"M-Master…"

" 'Do not use if allergic to shellfish.' Obi-Wan, are you allergic to shellfish? Is that why it isn't working?"

"N…no…"

"Blasted—take my hand. You're alright. How's the pain?"

"It's not so b-bad, now…"

"I wish you wouldn't have squirmed so."

"I'm s-sorry, Master."

"What am I even saying—no, I'm sorry. The last thing you need is for me to… just focus on my voice. Keep squeezing my hand."

"L-Like this?"

"Just so. Clear your mind. There is no need to panic. The dressing is working on your wound, and now we must stem your feelings. There is no emotion, there is peace. Say it."

"There is n-no emotion, there is peace."

"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge."

"There is no… ignorance, there i-i-i-is—"

"Easy, my boy, easy. Breathe with me, in and out. In and out. Good. Try again."

"There is no i-ignorance, there is knowledge."

"There is no passion, there is serenity."

"There is no passion, there is serenity."

"There is no chaos, there is harmony."

"There…" 

"Obi-Wan?"

"S-sorry, Master, I just… Everything went dark for a moment."

"You fell unconscious."

"Oh. How long?"

"Only a second. We cannot stay here. Captain Somona? Captain Somona, can you hear me?"

"I've still got three on my tail, I'll circle back!" "Captain, Obi-Wan has been injured. A deep laceration on his right side. I've patched it, but we need to evacuate now."

"I'll come back as soon as I can! I— ah!"

"Captain?"

"That's not g-good."

"Captain, come in!"

"Is she…?"

"May she find peace in her return to the Force."

"There… there is no death, there is the Force."

"Yes, Padawan. There is no death, there is the Force."

"I think… I think it's working, Master."

"You do not need to lie for my comfort."

"I'm not. I don't even feel it anymore. I think… I think it's working. It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts. There is no… no death, there is…"

"Obi-Wan?"

"Obi-Wan!"

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[windfighter]

Dinnertime!

Prompt: ”Make Kouji a merman and have fun!” from @ran-orimoto

Frontier mermaid-AU time! Just Kouichi and Kouji having dinner together. A direct continuation of Siren's Song from a while back. Enjoy :3

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Kouji arrived through the southeast tunnel. Kouichi looked up from the cauldron, watched as Kouji swimmed up to the wall and put his forehead against it.

”Another one?” Kouichi asked.

Kouji grunted out an answer and Kouichi rolled his eyes.

”Why do you keep going up there?”

Kouichi had lost track of the amount of landdwellers that had fallen into the water or drowned due to Kouji. Maybe he didn’t want to think about it. He dropped a pufferfish into the cauldron and watched it swim away from it. Hm, maybe he should have tried a dead puffer.

”I like the wind”, Kouji answered.

”Just go stick your head into the stream up north.”

Kouichi dropped a few mussels into the cauldron instead, stirred it. Kouji was still just floating against the wall. Kouichi added some grounded up coral into the cauldron as well, some seaweed. Considered, for the hundreth time, to move north, below the stream and to the vents. He’d be able to do more if he had access to hot water. Kouji’s tailfin twitched.

”There’s others like us”, he said.

Kouichi stopped stirring, stared at Kouji’s back.

”What?”

”Other half-dwellers”, Kouji continued.

”Well… yeah”, Kouichi answered.

He hadn’t seen any, not up on the reef, but sometimes when he went to the stream, he could see their shadows in the depth. He hadn’t really talked with Kouji about it.

”It’d be weird it we were the only ones”, he said instead. ”Cursed landdwellers or cursed fish? We’d have to find a way to get free of the curse either way.”

”Isn’t that what you’re doing with that thing?”

Kouji turned around, gestured at the cauldron. Kouichi put his arm in it and pulled out a handful of the mussels.

”Dinner”, he laughed and ate one. ”Grab some.”

Kouji did, laid down on the floor and ate them, his eyes locked on the cauldron. Kouichi sank to the floor as well.

”Did you really think we were the only ones?”

”I met one”, Kouji said instead of answering.

A mussel got stuck in Kouichi’s throat and he coughed it up again.

”You WHAT?”

”Another half-dweller”, Kouji said. ”More like he found me. I think I scared him off.”

”Was it your singing?”

Kouichi didn’t think their voices reached all the way to he depth, but if they did they had some new problems to worry about.

”I don’t know, he didn’t say. Just asked for my name. Tried to stop me from saving the landdweller.”

”Hmm…”

Kouichi finished his mussels, looked at the wall, the patterns that he and Kouji had carved into it while they were growing up. Bad drawings of the fish and the plants around them. An attempt to bring the reef into their cave. Kouichi had tried to grow corals in the dark, but they had died. They needed sun, something Kouichi couldn’t provide.

”Do you think he’ll come back?” Kouichi asked.

He couldn’t tell if he was worried or excited. What if the half-dwellers of the deep were just as murderous as the landdwellers? What if they weren’t?

”Should we move to another part of the reef?”

Kouji turned one of the mussels around in his hand. Stared at it as if it held all the answers and refused to share them.

”I don’t know”, Kouji said after a while. ”He heard my song. Said he liked it.”

”Oh.”

Part of Kouichi wanted to tell Kouji he needed to stop singing. That it’d get them in trouble for real one day. But he couldn’t say that.

”...did the landdweller see you?” he asked instead.

”Don’t think so.”

”It’d be fun to meet other half-dwellers, I think”, Kouichi said.

They hadn’t seen any since their parents got taken by the landdwellers. Killed, probably. There had been a lot of blood in the water. Kouichi had grabbed Kouji and swam away in the chaos. Hidden both of them in the cave that was now their home. Maybe it was time for them to move out, find something bigger.

”Do you know where he was from?”

Kouji shook his head. Finally ate the mussel.

”I told him to go away. Hopefully he did.”

Kouichi put his hands over his face and laughed.

”First time we see another half-dweller for years and you scare them off.”

”We don’t need others”, Kouji said.

Voice hard. Angry. Only Kouichi could pick up the pain hidden beneath it. And Kouji was right, probably. They didn’t need others and even posed a danger to anyone who got too close. Like the landdwellers Kouji kept drowning by mistake. But still…

”If he comes again, come get me. I want to know more”, Kouichi just said.

Kouji hmpfed, rose from the floor and left through the north tunnel. Maybe he would go to the stream. Kouichi laughed, rose as well and turned towards the cauldron. If they were actually just cursed, this time, he’d figure out a solution.

[ansbobcar]

EP 1 - Introducing trouble

WORD COUNT. 3280

Link to overview

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"Aww... I can't believe Alexa Ivona’s postponing her charity concert," a boy sighed with discontent after reading the local newspaper, he tossed it across the desk to his friend.

"The Voice Cane’s still performing?" It was a bit absurd. "I thought she would stop since she became a Divine Visionary this April,” he quipped causing the fanboy to point his finger in defence.

“That’s why it’s a charity concert! It was to raise funds for the regions widely affected by the dragons!” However, it was still a mystery for the reason she had postponed in the first place. The Bureau had nothing to comment regarding the matter.

“Being a Divine Visionary must be tough work…”

With a high ceiling made of stone, quietly walking into the classroom were 2 students amidst a sea of clashing conversations. Only a few delusional fangirls would have bothered to pay attention when the stern-faced prefect in the classic navy blue robe with an eagle emblem and a red tie had entered with a one liner of a girl, auburn hair fluffily tied into some low pigtails while still reaching her back. She seemed to sneer at the boy much to their displeasure as she cracked open a cooked mussel shell and even sat right beside him on the 2nd front row seats.

Who was she? Why was a one liner sitting beside a two-liner who clearly hated everyone apart from Max Land? She didn't seem to resemble anyone important either to have earned the privilege to sit next to him.

It couldn't be...

"Alright, settle down," their teacher, Marvina Mevitable, sounded with her clipboard. "We'll begin attendance."

As everyone's names were being called, the few girls most peeved by the sight had started to trade inked messages with each other quietly in order to avoid suspicion. If she was new, then they would put her into place.

"Darren Randel?"

The ginger brunette raised her hand and everyone's eyes glanced at her. It wasn't an elite family's name, it wasn't related to anything noteworthy.

“A new girl? But we’re nearly halfway through the term…” Someone at the back whispered out loud as the professor continued calling out names.

_ _ _

Typical intrigue filled the hall at the sudden appearance of the transfer student as they begun their lecture. 

“As a starter, I would like everyone to use magic to try solve what’s in the box,” flicking her wand to float their first exercise without a hitch onto their desks. 

Darren watched as everyone else took out their wands and began to cast spells, since the wooden box she held in her hands was practically a clean and smooth surface on all sides. Like a die. 

‘I think I’m supposed to forcefully open it,’ she told herself. ‘What was the spell called again?’

“Make sure you don’t make a mess either,” the woman added as she watched people violently chant their spells out to chipping success. “You’ll have cleaning duty if you do.”

“Absolutum… Opti Ars.”

The box clacked open to reveal a jack in the box with a bucket. It giggled before hurling water in her face which brought up an uproar of laughter and snickers around her. The new girl didn’t use Venetris to check the contents of the box? ‘How absurd!’

Even the teacher sighed at the sight of her, dumbfounded by this reaction, “Apologies, Miss Randel. I forgot to ask what your current knowledge of advanced spells were.”

‘If she knew the basic spells then we shouldn’t have a problem doing some catch up sessions,’ the teacher told herself as she awaited a response.

“Mostly offensive and lethal spells.”

‘Huh?’ The class was puzzled by her response as she took out a face towel from her robe to pat herself dry. ‘We haven’t even learnt lethal spells yet but she doesn’t know Venetris?’

'Also where did that towel come from?' Watching as she swiftly wiped clean the affected areas with ease. Her deskmate' forehead seemed to crease more at this situation.

“Is that so?” Immediately the teacher brought back their attention away from their starter, the brunette glanced towards Rayne who had managed to seamlessly receive a silver bit for solving the box. “Today, all of you will be practising your use of spells. I expect all of you to be able to complete 12 of these by the end of the lesson,” bringing forth even more boxes alongside some miscellaneous possibly easier ones which landed infront of the transfer student instead. 

Focusing only on the brunette, the woman took a deep breath. “I’ll bring you up to speed then. In order to execute the spell, channel your magic through your wand and aim your wand at the point you would like to see through before you chant Venetris,” demonstrating the use of the spell infront of her which showed a glimpse of a red fabric inside. “Now you try. Take your wand,” only to watch the girl with blue dipped tips aim her index finger at a point with concentration. “Your wand,” the lecturer repeated sternly. “Miss-”

“Venetris,” she executed the spell with ease onto the same box. She had successfully managed to cast a newly learnt spell. Baffled by this successful moment, “Miss Randel, do you have a wand?”

“I do not.”

Everyone behind her scoffed or hid their reactions at the absurd answer.

‘But she executed the spell beautifully,’ the woman told herself as murmurs flew across the room. ‘There hasn’t been any case of wandless casting like that in years with such precision too.’ Recollecting herself, as she coughed to stop the snickers.

“Let’s go through the other spells then.”

She simply agreed to her words as she was exempted from cleaning much to a girl’s fury.

_ _ _

“You’re actually wandless?” the Adler Prefect reiterated as they headed towards their next lesson. She hummed as she snacked on some more mussels from her pocket. 

“They kept breaking so my family stopped providing any funds for them after my last wand 6 years ago nearly broke,” she shrugged off. “I broke that wand quite recently though,” peeved by the memory. “Even though I used it sparingly,” she muttered under her breath.

"How many did you go through?"

"... four...?" She slowly muttered under her breath. 

"Just 4?" Watching as she just muttered words without sound before she just nodded before they entered their Potionology class.

"Welcome back everyone!" The man dressed in a white apron greeted them. The classroom was equipped with stovetops and cabinets filled with equipment. His face lit up at the sight of the new face. "Welcome, Miss Randel, I'm Professor Caul," he took out his hand which she shook as a few more students waddled inside. "Please wear some protective equipment"—his eyes smiled instead—"Thank you, Mister Ames for helping out," gesturing to the latter for the girl to take.

Eyes stared at her lack of reluctance and manners towards the pretty frowning boy, watching her follow him to their station without uttering another word as class would begin shortly.

“And as you can see,” the professor dropped the oozing broth liquid into the clear flask; “that’s how you make a simple lethargy potion.” She watched as her desk partner got the same results as well, she furrowed her brows at the ingredients in front of her. Already diced perfectly.

Raising up her hand, she asked her question, “Professor, what does a lethargy potion do? Is it that important to know?”

This was her 3rd time asking a question, the class was irked by her participation.

Smiling at her, she was given a thorough response. “Good question, Miss Randel. It reduces the energy of the subject that has ingested the concoction,” the professor explained. “It’s one of the fundamental potions you must know, variations that are possibly more familiar to you but aren’t limited to include sleeping potions and calming potions.”

“So,” carefully eyeing the ingredients. “Which ingredient makes it more deadly?” She pointed, clearly wondering the details. “Assuming it can reduce the subject's energy, does that mean until 'the subject can die' type of levels or…”

'SHUT UP!!!’

“Overall, there is no ingredient which makes it more deadly if it’s done in any wrong proportions. The key to making it more deadly is by adding certain herbs outside of the base formula ingredients,” the professor smiled brightly. 

“Then why do we have to follow the measurements?”

“So resources don’t go to waste," he promptly replied. "Moreover, this recipe follows the minimum quantities."

'Resources that go to waste,' she echoed to herself, with a sceptical face before she coughed to hide a scoff. "Thanks for the information," following his instructions. The room was more dusty than the others too.

"Feel free to use them for a good night's rest."

The school day continued, almost as normal if it wasn't for the new girl flanking the teachers with random and often dumb questions left and right.

By the time lunch rolled around, she was immediately left alone, placing her robe down on the desk. "Getting lunch," he had excused himself and she simply waved him away. 

What a convenient time to strike, the girls thought.

"Hi, Darren," a blonde girl slammed her hands on the desk Darren was at. "Do you have plans for lunch?"

"Other than eating my lunch, nope!" She promptly replied.

'This girl wants to pick a fight with me.'

She cracked open another mussel, as she stared at her blue eyed with no sense of dread. "What about you?" She could sense more girls entering the room following by someone locking the door to the class.

"Giving my advice to you," Chloe's nails dug into her shoulder. "Stay. Away. From. Rayne. Will. You?" She gritted with a smile on her face.

Breaking another mussel open. "And why should I do that?" Her eyes calmly testing her. "What are you gonna do? Dump a bucket of water on me? Kick me down the stairs? Make me get caught with illegal drugs?" Carefully she firmly held onto her delicate fingers and stood up from her seat. Her rough hand, seemed to bring some discomfort to the taller girl. 

"You are a one-liner... like... me," she stressed watching as terror slowly encroached upon the blonde's face. "If any of you were in my first lesson... I can ruin your pretty faces if that's what makes you filled with vain," raising her other hand to trace her line on her cheek. "Why do you think I transferred in the first place?"

Another girl readied her wand, her voice cracked at the two. "Darren... Lady Chloe... please stop it."

The brunette looked at her with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. Slowly she removed the rich girl's hand from her shoulder and dropped her other hand. 

"Are you girls happy now? Got the delusional expectations and words out of your system?" She pivoted her heel with a less haunting smile. As if she didn't just lace a death threat to the daughter of a mayor.

There was considerable distance between the two and the spectators, some even slipped out of the room from the mere glance of the shorter girl towards them.

"What if I haven't had my fill yet?"

"Well..."

The door slammed open startling the taller girl to turn her heel and bear a friendly facade.

The Adler Prefect, the girl's saviour, had arrived. With a silencing glare aimed towards the others, the brunette rolled her eyes as she quickly picked up her robe before she was harshly yanked by her wrist elsewhere.

After walking a considerable block of classrooms away, his grip released her. "A bit harsh, you know."

He continued to judge her with his eyes.

"I could've handled that on my own," she mirrored him, crossing her arms at his lack of words."It doesn't matter if they're rich or powerful either. I can deal with them all."

Finally, with a massive sigh, he seethed with some annoyance, "The old man said to keep you out of trouble."

"And you didn't fail yet," she added.

_ _ _

“Ohohoh! That’s quite the spectacle you’ve done for yourself, Darren,” the revered old man, Wahlberg Baigan, was humoured by the girl’s appearance amidst the sickly smoke, sporting a simple black blouse slightly tucked into her pants with a suitcase in hand. She seemed peeved by this visit to say the least, it was just the middle of May after all, as she tapped her finger. “I can see why you’re a favourite for the upcoming year’s selection,” he commented, to which she didn’t utter a reply. 

“Your principal said you were stubborn and expects you to be back in a few days.”

She scoffed at this, “He really hates me doesn’t he?” The respected wizard flicked his wand, zipping a map and a key for her with a tag on it. 

“You’ll be staying in that room for the duration of your stay. Breakfast will be provided at 8 and Dinner at 6 to your doorstep.”

Her eyes looked back towards Easton’s principal with scepticism. “You want me to avoid the student population?”

“I doubt they would take kindly to your intrusion as a visitor and you wouldn’t want to cause a ruckus either.” Which was correct. 

“What about the itinerary then?”

“We’ll begin with a tour of our facilities away from the castle once you’ve settled in,” he began before checking the time. “It’s getting late, I’ll escort you for the time being.”

For her to be here, the principal must’ve wanted to expel her, she told herself once the old bearded man left. 

_ _ _

It was 5 in the morning, and the girl had begun her morning run within the forest surrounding the campus. It felt refreshing to run even though her thoughts found this whole thing useless.

She wouldn’t change schools.

There was no point to it, having reluctantly accepted this visit after being threatened with receiving failing grades as the semester continued.

‘The abuse of power in that school is crazy but that’s how this world worked. This messed up world which continuously relies on these marks to indicate your power and therefore your position in life.’

To many, she was a one-liner. A really really annoying one. Like a pesky weed. But what else could she be if she wasn't such a thing? 

An unnaturally sharp rustle of leaves were heard towards her left. Stopping her tracks. She couldn’t sense anything unusual?

'Maybe someone was training their magic? No, that wouldn’t make sense, don’t they have practice rooms to do that in?' It wasn’t an offensive spell either, as the rustling continued. 'A squirrel?'

A rabbit, she slowly lowered herself to her knees as she took out a piece of cloth with some celery. Placing it infront of her, she patiently anticipated its next move. It took the bait! She cheered to herself as it viciously destroyed the food and looked towards her expectedly.

“Sorry, I’ve got no more,” she whispered as it jumped towards her lap and curled itself to rest. Gently, she caressed its forehead and back. “Fluffy,” enamoured by it’s fur. “Who’s your owner? Your fur’s well groomed,” she complimented the small mammal.

“Impart Zero,” she chanted, dispelling the large and bright sword ramming towards her as she cradled the fluffy creature in her arms to turn towards the source. It was a boy, his hair parted between yellow and black with a sour pair of eyes, who held out his wand apprehensively. “The owner?” 

“Who are you?” He nearly hissed, wand aimed at her still. She didn’t resemble a student from his school and dispelled the large blade, keeping his guard up.

“Darren. Is this yours?” She slightly lifted the bunny pressed against her chest peacefully. It leaned to her touch.

'Why is...'

“Yeah."

'As long as she's safe.'

"Follow me.” He pocketed his wand as the sky was coloured cornflower. His cautiousness around her was an overreaction, “Sorry about earlier.”

“It’s fine. I’m kind of used to it,” she replied back as they arrived at a quaint house which only revealed more bunnies jumping around including the one in her arms which startled her a bit. 

“You have a lot of them,” assessing the area while the rabbit owner continued about his own routine. “Have you fed them yet?”

“About to.”

“I’ll help out.”

‘She’s good at this,’ he commented as she became engrossed in taking care of his bunnies, brushing through their fur as he simply observed with some tea in hand. ‘But she’s not a student at Easton either.’

He checked the time, it was nearly 7 as he stood up. “I’ve got class soon.”

“I’ll finish brushing them in a bit,” she chimed back as he left.

It'll be fine to leave the stranger with them, right? He couldn't afford to skip classes anymore.

_ _ _

“Mr. Wahlberg!” The curly gingerhead cried. “I haven’t been able to get a hold of Darren Randel since breakfast! As the one overseeing her stay at Easton before her transfer, this is bad,” overwhelmed at her disappearance. “They might kick me out of my job! What if it’s actually true!”

The principal ran his fingers through his beard, “Please calm down, Nerey. I’m sure she didn’t go far.”

The girl in question groggily noticed a figure right above her who sighed, “I thought you died.”

Without hesitation, her heart leaped dramatically as she chanted a lethal offensive spell. “Rupturas!” Barely registering with her eyes for her target to be the boy from earlier, enough to dispel it before it had taken effect. ‘Why was that the first spell I thought of?’ She grimaced to herself as she pulled herself up to stand. “Sorry about that."

“How was class—actually what time is it?”

“It’s 6 o’clock.”

“So it’s been…” she left her room at 5, and he left at 7 to go to class, she quickly added up the hours and her face paled. “13 hours since I left my room…” she snapped her head towards him; “Can you take me to Mr. Wahlberg’s office?”

Slightly weirded out, he agreed to guide her, locking the door to the rabbit house as they left. No words were spoken, finding it unnecessary.

Once they reached the doors, they weren’t just greeted by the principal but also a Divine Visionary, based on the red emblem on his trench coat's back. “Miss Randel, we’ve been trying to find you.”

“I dozed off so I asked,” she pointed towards the boy, realising too late that she didn’t get his name, “to bring me back.”

“For 13 hours?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s going on?” Rayne interrupted the man’s questioning. Firstly, this girl was very clearly not a student from Easton yet is in the school campus, and her disappearance caused The Flame Cane of all people, to be involved. He was missing a significant portion of the context to be completely composed by the situation they were in.

“Simply put, she's caused a lot of trouble for her school and the Bureau,” the white haired man explained which puzzled the boy even more. “We can’t force her to transfer, but we highly encourage it hence her stay for 3 nights instead.” The auburn brunette sighed at his words. 

“I just arrived recently but it seems my involvement wasn’t needed,” adjusting his gloves. “I’ll take my leave then,” abruptly destroying the mood of the room.

Looking over towards the old man as if the scenario wasn’t perplexing enough, she asked, “So… do you think 2 days is enough to do everything on schedule?”

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This changed a lot from the initial version which would be more chronological but where's the fun in that? Also Chloe Bourgeois reference I'm sorry guys. Don't summon that fandom down my doorstep.

Originally, I had this descriptor that Darren was average looking but uh... nah I doubt that. Also she's kinda tanned/sunkissed skin? It's briefly mentioned in one of the next episodes but I don't fully develop it.

Might publish on ao3 becuz of how big the wordcount is as a just in case. Would do weekly updates but with these chonky chapters being 2-3 typical chapters length wise, it'll be every other week prolly.

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Failtopia Ship Circle Meme Thing

Credit to @rosetheocto for making the original template! (I drew the Failtopia logo, she did everything else)

For the first one, I only included ships that have been raised as a possibility by enough people, or have actual content in existence.

For the second one, I just included every ship I know exists, and I have an informed opinion on. A majority of them are throwaway jokes from the live chat, but those jokes sure do exist.

Now, for some additional notes with zero cohesion:

I altered the original template slightly, by removing the characters from S1 Post-Game, since I admittedly haven’t watched it, and writing Slapo’s name in their place. I also put Kazoo Man in there, but he’s not important.

Aside from his lore regarding Shrimp, I know nothing about Mussel’s personality, like with the S1 Post-Game characters, so my ranking for his ships are mostly a shot in the dark.

I know that the word ‘pr*ship’ doesn’t actually mean ‘problematic ship’, but I think that version of the term is infinitely more useful than the true meaning. Pr*shippers DNI.

I don’t consider C!Failboat’s ships as inherently pr*ship, but it’s too close to RPF for my liking, so I put most of them in the No category. If you must know, Friendboat is the only one that even remotely interests me.

Erichi is the only ship to be in multiple categories at once, because while it is a pr*ship by my definition, it is still legal in S2, which is where it started, so I put it barely above the rest of the pr*ships.

The QPR category is probably the least accurate one at showing my opinions on the ships. My ranking goes DekoJoke > Frion > Mariend, and Slapetun is only there because, while I am a fan of it, my opinions on the nature of their relationship is prone to rapidly changing.

The symbol next to YawnTang’s line is meant to be a /j, because I don’t actually ship them. Realistically, they’re in the Eh category.

From making this list, I have only come to two conclusions: C!Failboat, Erica, Rose, and Mar are unmatched when it comes to the sheer number of ships they have, and the live chat could be kept away from making these ships.