#blushing blade wearing this outfit just hits different

[all-the-angels-stare]

⚔️ Crystal Awakening Blade ⚔️

[autumnslance]

FFXIV Write 2023 Day 23: Suit

They had all dressed up so nice.

Papalymo, traditionalist that he was, wore a formal white Sharlayan archon’s robe in lieu of his usual adventuring outfit, though the Aurifex was still strapped to his back, freshly cleaned, its gold gem gleaming. A family heirloom as well as a powerful magical focus, he had told her.

Yda’s white and red dress was made to complement her own red and black, the similarity in cut, with the bared arms and the knee length of the skirt, intentionally similar to her own dress for the occasion. They had laughed together as they worked with the Toll’s tailors to quickly create them. Yda kept her mask, attaching it to a lighter turban that showed more of her hair and matched the dress. Her thigh-high boots were subtly reinforced, as were her long gloves, especially over the knuckles, so she didn’t have to worry about having her clunky Gutwrenchers with her.

Y’shtola had declined to join them, opting for a white and blue dress that evoked the sense of those formal archon robes, but of a lighter fabric and swishier flow. She kept her wand on her fancy new belt.

Alphinaud was in a long blue jacket, dark pants, knee-high blue boots, and black gloves. His grimoire hung at his side as well, the gift from his famous grandfather never far.

Minfilia had a new dress in her usual pinks and soft purples, in an Ala Mhighan style. A dress for festivals and fighting both; sleeveless, but one flowing armlet attached to one side (the other, Yda told her, was often a gauntlet), open space between the breasts and on the back and midriff, straps attaching the skirt, open in front to show  the loose pants worn, sandals on her feet. She wore her softly-glowing dagger to appease Thancred.

She had expected Thancred to wear the fancy Ul’dahn style outfit again, as he had that time—gods, was that really over a year ago, now?—when they were first acquainted. He was, after all, their usual Ul’dahn representative, for all the Scions had distanced themselves from the city’s politics.

So his white and black suit left her blinking, and perhaps staring enough to be teased gently by Yda, making her damnable blush worse. It wasn’t quite a tuxedo, but it was of a more formal cut than she recalled him wearing since that first celebration, and in a very different style. He fiddled with his cufflinks and gave her a teasing wink, when he caught her looking, for all he had been watching down into the Gold Court with a frown just a moment ago. She didn’t see his blades, but had no doubt they were there. He gallantly offered Minfilia his arm as they made to enter the Fragrant Chamber.

She was diverted to the Sultana’s Suite.

Everything went to hells.

She had the feeling the conspirators weren’t expecting the scholars to show how and why they had earned those marks on their necks, especially while in formal clothing, chosen for comfort and movement as much for appearances.

Yda, in her matching dress, smiling as she chose to stay behind to cover their escape.

Papalymo in his formal robes, staying with Yda to close the gate.

Y’shtola, her lovely skirt skimming the rank waters of the tunnel, ordering them forward.

Thancred dropping the jacket of his handsome suit, giving them another wink and reassurance as he stayed to defend the conjurer.

Minfilia, her Ala Mhigan dress whirling like flower petals in the wind, running back down the tunnel while urging her forward.

Alphinaud, in his tattered blue jacket, panting next to the Marshall as they found her.

Aeryn, at the Falling Snows a week later, throwing her fancy dress into the fireplace, unable to look at it again.

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(ARR time and budget means we didn’t get the Scions dressed up for the Banquet, alas. Gotta hit up that end of expac angst at least once a challenge, it seems.)

[house-of-slayterr]

So We Meet Again:

An: This is back in time a bit again, right after Blinky first meets Macy. Still pre Selena.

Blinky’s POV:

It was almost time! I’d been waiting all day, running out the clock to go see my new friend. I’m sure my family noticed my excitement, but I was always excited. They wouldn’t question it. Or so I thought.

“Why do you keep looking at the clock Blinky Baby?” Baby asked me.

I made up a quick lie. When you say outlandish things all the time, nobody questions it anymore.

“Don’t you think that old thing is boring? Otis should paint it.”

Baby seemed to contemplate my question, taking a hard look at the old clock.

“Yeah, but wouldn’t that hide the numbers?”

I laughed.

“He can’t paint the numbers back on Baby. Unless you think your brothers illiterate.” I joked.

“I don’t know, have you heard him speak.”

I threw my head back with a loud cackle. Baby could be so judgmental when she was in one of her better moods. It was odd, but her insults were never hard hitting. Just light jabs beneath the first layer of skin.

“In my home state, your accents would be considered quite funny. But I think they’re cute.”

“Aww Blink, you’re gonna make me blush.”

I giggled wildly. It was impossible not to be giddy around Baby. She was always a fun time. Sometimes I even got jealous of her victims, they got so much of her attention. Better than being tortured by old man Spaulding. He didn’t keep people around long enough to see their personalities. He had no need for such psychological advantages.

But if there was one thing Baby was good at, it was getting under your skin. Both figuratively and literally. She was a wild card, and vastly unpredictable. No two kills the same, but each leaving her happier than the last. Baby didn’t mind killing innocents, that wasn’t a moral quandary she had. But it made her so much happier to kill a bigot. The smile on her face was contagious after she did the world of one of them.

“You could always paint the clock Blink, add some colour to this kitchen.”

I nodded.

“I think I’m gonna go for a walk.”

“Isn’t it getting a bit late?”

“Baby, this is Texas, the sun don’t set until like 8pm here. I’ll be fine.”

“Whatever you say kid, hey, pick me up something shiny on your way?”

“I’ll see what I can find.”

Baby hopped up from her chair and rustled my hair. I frowned cause I had just got it looking somewhat presentable.

“You’re the best Baby Blink, my favourite little scavenger.”

I swatted her hand away.

“Hey, hands off the money maker!” I laughed.

She shook her head, laughing while she left the room. I threw on one of Otis’s hoodies, and put Macy’s blade in the pocket. I’m sure Baby would remember to tell the others I went out. And if she didn’t, I could always blame it on her. After all, I did tell one of the “real adults” where I was going.

I couldn’t help but skip all the way there, humming some of my favourite songs under my broth. My outfit was more simple today. I had freshened up the stripe of pink at the front of my hair, using some beat root powder to make it more vibrant. Then I dyed some of Baby’s old white shorts so they’re be the same pink as my hair. If there was one thing I hated, it was wearing mis-matched shades of the same colour. Blues and purples were more acceptable, because their tones didn’t differ much. But warm colours could be vastly different, and entirely unsimilar. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing salmon pink with fushia. I shuddered at the thought.

My shirt was just a random old band tee baby had cut up. And Otis’s hoodie was plain black. It practically covered the shorts, but I didn’t mind. It was cozy. And despite daytime Texas being quite brutal, nighttime could get a little chilly. Especially for someone my size, who didn’t have enough body fat to properly insulate themselves.

I wore my very dirty old beat up converse. They could hardly be considered white anymore. I had switched the shoelaces out to be pink and purple. It made them look a little prettier. My hair was simple, split down the middle, with two heart shaped berets holding back my bangs. I hated when they touched my eyebrows.

I leaned against the wall, being a little early. But it wasn’t long before I heard the sound of a motor bike approaching. I didn’t even bother to hide my smile. Macy hopped off her bike, taking off her helmet and shaking out her hair like she was in some sort of movie. I couldn’t dare look away, she was memorising.

“You actually showed.” She said.

“Of course I did silly!”

She chuckled lightly.

“So, what’s on the agenda?” She asked.

I hadn’t actually thought that far ahead, just excited to spend time with her.

“We could go to my favourite spot?” I offered.

“Lead the way.” She smiled.

My favourite spot was just a little ways down the road. There was a big oak tree in the centre of an empty field. But you could see practically everything from the top. We made small banter on the walk, trying to ease the tension. Most of it lead by Macy. Talking to my family was easy, but I was so afraid of slipping up in front of her. Showing her the real me, which would surly make her run like all the others had.

Otis thought I didn’t know what happened to them. But I wasn’t dense, his clothes always had a few more stains when my crushes would disappear. That was something I wasn’t willing to allow to happen to Macy. She didn’t deserve that, so I’d have to keep my distance. But three days couldn’t hurt, right?

“You good Blinky?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Just thinking about what my sister said earlier.”

“What did she say?”

“She wants me to find her something shiny, I told her I was going for a walk. Which technically isn’t a lie.”

Macy chuckled.

“You really are serious about keeping this whole thing a secret. Can’t even tell you family you made a new friend?”

“Friends don’t come easily out here. They’d be suspicious of your intentions.”

“Mmm, and what intentions is it that you think I have?”

I bit down on my lip, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t ruin the moment.

“Kindness is abnormal round here, you could be trying to get something from me.”

I made sure to keep my tone light, and not accusatory. It was hard to control the sound of my voice, usually more devoid of infliction unless I was focusing on it.

“So you think I’m going to use you?” She questioned.

I shrugged, “wouldn’t be the first time, surly not the last. But I don’t mind it all that much. So long as I get to know you better.”

She seemed a little hurt by my words, and I felt a little bad. But she was quick to brush it off.

“We’re here.” I said, pointing to the towering tree.

“Wow, that thing must be ancient” she said.

I laughed, moving forward and reaching up to the lowest branch. With a little jump I wrapped my hands around it, swinging back, and then forward to swing myself around and land on top. I looked down at Macy, we’ll hardly even down, at this branch we were practically the same height. I leaned my back against the tree and crossed my arms to attempt to look casual.

“Showing off are we?” She mused.

“I don’t know, was that cool?” I asked sincerely.

“So cool.” She laughed.

She climbed up the branch after me, and in that moment I decided to make it a contention. Sure, she was strong, like impressively so, but that meant more weight. Weight could slow you down. I was as light as a feather, and my joints didn’t much care for the laws of physicals. I could dislocate things at will, in a pinch if I needed to.

She seemed to catch onto my challenge as I was three branches above her.

“Oh you little shit, get back here!” She laughed.

“You’ll have to catch me first!”

She was gaining on me and quick. But I’ve climbed this tree a hundred times, I knew all the good branches. When we met near the top, she grabbed my wrist, almost causing me to tumble. But she was quick to catch me and pull me to her chest.

“Woah, that was close.” She said.

I took a deep breath, my heart hammering in my chest. But was it because I nearly just fell to my assured death, or because I was so close to her. I could feel her breath on my face. It smelt like peppermint and old tobacco.

“You smell nice.” I said, before I could stop myself.

She laughed airily.

“Thank you.”

I hurried my face in her chest out of embarrassment.

“Aww, don’t be shy Bumble Bee, that will only make you more adorable.”

It felt like someone had maced my face, I was so hot. I just grumbled some words into her chest, before finally pushing away and finding my footing. I looked out over the field and her eyes fallowed.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t it odd how things can feel so small from up here? Raccoons look like ants. Is that how I look to you?”

I hadn’t meant to tack on that last sentence out loud.

“If you’re an ant, then you must be the queen. Cause I would follow you anywhere.” She said.

Was she trying to kill me? Because it was working. I felt like I forgot how to breath.

“Hey Macy?”

“Yes?” She turned to look at me.

“When you go back home, will we keep in touch?”

“Do you want to?”

I nodded softly.

“What if it’s boring on your side of Texas?” I said, as if that was the most natural explanation.

“Oh trust me, I have plenty to keep me occupied over there.”

I frowned, which she seemed to notice.

“I just meant I’m busy is all, my brother and o practically do everything around the house. It would be nice to have someone else to talk to.”

“Perhaps we could exchange letters.”

“Who raised you, the founding fathers. There’s phones now Blinky.”

“Oh.”

“Wait, you don’t have one do you?”

“Nuh uh, only the house phone.”

“Well then, letters it’s is, but I’ll give you my number just in case.”

“Ok.”

I didn’t mean for it to sound unenthusiastic, but o was still processing the entire conversation.

“So this is like, a second date right?”

“If you would like it to be, then yes.”

“I think I would like that very much.” I said.

We stayed up in that tree to watch the sunset. It was probably the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Other than the colour of the sunset reflecting onto her face. That was what really made me breathless. I climbed down much more carefully, it was dark now. When we got down to the last few branches, Macy picked me up, cradling em to her chest and jumped down. A small rush of adrenaline shot through my body.

I wasn’t sure what came over me, I normally wasn’t so into kissing. But I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her chin towards me and smashed my lips into hers. She froze in shock for a second, before hungrily kissing back. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted, my head was spinning the whole time. When we finally pulled away, she leaned her forehead onto mine, laughing softly.

“What was that? Carful little rabbit, you don’t want to start something you can’t finish.”

I was glad the sun had set, cause my face was beat red. Why was she so effortlessly flirty. I couldn’t bring myself to speak, suddenly being too overwhelmed which she took note of. Letting me nestle into her neck.

“Let’s get you home yeah?”

I just nodded. Coherent thought had still yet to catch up to me on the ride back to our spot. I leaned up against her bike as I tried to calm my racing heart.

“It’s ok Blinky, I’m not upset with you. You just startled me is all. But it was a very pleasant surprise.”

I nodded. Her face scrunched up in thought.

“I don’t wanna say goodbye.” I finally said under my breath.

“Hey, I’m just a few city’s away ok. We’ll talk, I promise.”

“Promise?” I said, holding out my pinky.

“On my life.” She said, locking her pinky with mine.

She kissed the back of my hand for good measure.

“You should head back, it’s quite dark now.”

“Goodbye Macy.”

“Goodbye Blinky”

An: Just wanted to write something short and fun after the last one lol. Not Macy and Blinky have officially established their relationship. But Macy has to go back home to Tommy, boy is a mess without his little sister 🥺 she can’t beat up Hoyt and Monty if she’s not there.

Tag: @oceansrose2002 @myers-meadow-selfship @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

[ohdeersthings]

Love Festival

Kirishima Eijiro x F!OC

Summary: Being Fatgums adopted daughter can be challenging, especially when it comes to meeting his new interns while also having to keep watch over Eri.

Quirk: Ram

Quirk fact: Bring able to run, jump and react like a Ram, the user is able to also headbutt and cause great damage with their strength and horns. They also can digest anything like a Ram. Also has a fluffy wool tail, and a wool band around both wrists. Her legs from the waist down are ram legs, so she looks more like a Mythical Fawn.

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, enjoy!!

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"Oh hey Eraser Head! What's going on?" Fatgum answered his phone while sitting at his desk in his office at Fatgum Agency. "Fatgum, Midoriya and Togata have requested for Eri to be present at our School Festival, seeing as how Eri has bonded with Aki, do you think she'd be willing to join her on that day?" Aizawa questioned, standing outside Eri's hospital room where the young girl was currently having her lunch.

Fatgum pondered for a moment,"Well I don't see why she couldn't. I guess she could use a break too, between her assignments and being with Eri at the hospital, I'm sure she'd love it!" "Alright, I'll be sure to let the class know so they don't freak out. Speaking of, only Amajiki and the others in the Big Three have met Aki right? She was away on another assignment when Work Studies happened," Aizawa knew his students would probably freak out when seeing Eri's caregiver and friend, who was the same age as them but on a whole other level.

"You're correct, so Kirishima hasn't met her. It'll be fine though, I have full confidence that everything will be fine," Fatgum smiled into the phone, nonchalant about anything going on. "Alright, we'll discuss details later then," with that the two hung up.

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"Oh hey Togata!" Midoriya called out to Togata, waving him over from where Togata was hiding behind the bush. Togata narrowed his eyes, realizing he'd been found out before he can surprise them.

The dance team looked on in surprise as Togata stuck his bottom out from the bush, Eri standing beside him looking surprised as well, "Hey guys! I brought a PEACH for ya,"

"Eri!" Midoroya called out as he, Uraraka and Tsuyu ran up to greet them. "That dress looks so cute," Tsuyu commented, "You are precious!" Uraraka gushing in fondness. The girls couldn't help the big smiles on their faces.

"Midoriya, I finally got permission from the Principle," Togata climbed out of the bush and began brushing off his pants as Aizawa spoke, "in order for her to not get stressed, we're allowing her to roam around today before the Festival, also there's someone you all need to meet as well,"

The other dance team members came forward to introduce themselves to the young girl. "Well hello there, you must be Eri, I'm Iida, nice to meet you," "Wassup I'm Mineta, man you're gonna be a looker when you're older huh~" Mineta smirked, but the young girl hid behind Togata, "I want Aki,"

The name had taken them by surprise, "Aki? Whose that?" Midoriya questioned, confusion written on the Work Study kids faces. "Oh right, you haven't met her yet. Aki is Eri's caregiver, well when she's not on Assignments for Fatgum," Togata explained, "Eri can be a little shy around new people, but her and Aki get along very well,"

"Its perfectly alright to be shy," Iida commented, softening his voice to not scare Eri further. "Let's start the tour! Aki should be here soon, so I wanna show her as much of the school as I can so she can see what we do here, you wanna come along too Midoriya?" Togata extended the offer, knowing that since Aki isn't here, Eri might be calm with Midoriya around too. "You bet!" "Hey Dance Team! New idea!" Kirishima's voice broke out, before realizing Eri was there.

"Oh hey Eri! Wait, we've never been officially introduced," Kirishima crouched down to meet Eri's gaze when another voice broke out.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, someone decided to rob a gas station on the way over and I couldn't just leave the situation," it was a soft, silky voice that came from behind Aizawa. The students all turned their attention to see a young dark skinned girl about their age.

Her hair was a dark auburn red that came to below her shoulder blades, soft waves accentuating her purple eyes that seemed to have a swirl of white in them but were framed with thin gold wired glasses. Freckles dawned her nose and cheeks that were flushed with red, giving her an innocent look. What caught their attention the most was the Ram horns that protuded from her head, her legs being Ran legs with red fur like her hair but black hooves. Her outfit consisted of a off the shoulder wool dress she seemed to be wearing that came to stop at her upper thighs, a bell was wrapped around her neck and jingled everytime she moved, of course it also brought attention to her chest that was framed by the wool.

Some of the boys blushed, and Kirishima found himself entranced by her. "Aki!" Eri exclaimed, walking over to the girl who crouched down to her height, "I missed you!" Eri reached her arms out to her, Aki smiling and welcoming the girl into her arms, "I missed you too," giving Eri a nuzzle as the girls closed their eyes and embraced eachother.

"So you're Aki! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Midoroiya smiled, the class seemingly broken from the momentary shock. "The pleasure is all mine! Thank you for what you did for Eri, I would've been on the assignment too if Papa hadn't sent me on a different one," Aki greeted, before realizing she needed to properly introduce herself.

Standing up, Eri still in her arms as she bowed, "I'm sorry! My name is Toyomitsu Aki, it's so nice to meet you all, please call me Aki!" Straightening up, Eri wrapped her arms around Aki as rested her head on Aki's shoulder.

"Wait, Toyomitsu? Why does that sound familiar?" Kirishima wondered aloud, rubbing his head as if it would bring the answer to him. "WAIT I KNOW YOU!" Midoriya yelled out, eyes growing wide as he pointed toward Aki,"YOU'RE RAM-RAM, THE YOUNGEST PERSON TO EVER BECOME A HERO, YOU'RE ALSO FATGUMS DAUGHTER!" Now the students outside all yelled in shock, "WHAT!?"

"Oops, guess the cats out of the bag," Togata laughed, Aizawa just shaking his head in embarrassment from his students. "WAIT, you're really Fatgum's daughter!? Why didn't I know this!" Kirishima cried out, his head a mess knowing the girl he found cute was actually his Mentors daughter.

"Yeah, Papa adopted me when I was a baby, I hope this doesn't affect us becoming friends?" Aki smiled nervously, her small tail twitching in anticipation. "No way! That's so cool, let's take a break everyone, it's tea time!" Mina chimed in, hoping to calm everyone down from the excitement, "There will be more time to explain later, get on with the tour, we don't have time to waste," Aizawa called out, Togata and Aki nodding as Midoriya went to go change his clothes really quick.

"So if you're Fatgums daughter, you must know Amajiki right?" Kirishima questioned, trying to push through his nerves in front of the pretty Ram girl. He was determined to get to know his Mentors daughter. "Definitely! Tama-Kun is so nice, I love going on assignments with him, especially when he shares his food with me like Papa," Aki gushed, her red cheeks getting even darker with excitement, a closed eye smile making Kirishimas cheeks match hers in color. "My name is Kirishima Eijiro, my hero name is Red Riot, I'm actually a new intern at your father's agency for my Work Study," He introduced himself, holding out a hand in greeting.

Aki's jaw dropped and sparkles seemed to erupt from no where, "NO WAY! Papa has told me all about Red Riot, your name is a play off of Crimson Riot right!? I love that, he's such an amazing Hero!" Aki rambled, Kirishima feeling himself fall even harder.

Togata chuckled and took Eri from Aki, who was so engrossed in her conversation she didn't even seem to notice the weight lifted from her arms. Eri looked between the two red heads and noticed that Aki looks so happy, like when she finds a good object to chew on, then again anything was good to chew on for Aki.

"Totally manly right! Hey, are you gonna be here for our School Festival? It'll be totally killer, we're putting on a performance!" "Of course, I'll be chapperoning Eri that day so we won't miss it," The two had seemed to have fallen into their own little world, the other students just watching in amazement.

"I don't think I've seen Kirishima this excited before," Tsuyu commented, Uraraka and Mina nodding in agreement. "Oh jeez, he's got it bad," Ojiro laughed, Mineta seething from the mouth that he didn't get to touch the pretty animal girl. "He's got what?" Shoji asked, looking to Ojiro for answers, although Hagakure answered instead, "Kirishima is totally falling for Aki! What better romance is that!? An employee and the Bosses daughter? It's so forbidden but romantic!" Hagakure couldn't contain her excitement and started to swoon, Mina grabbing her shoulders as she tries to balance her friend.

"Hey Aki! Let's get this show on the road!" Togata called out, waving his arm to grab her attention. "Oh, coming MiMi-Kun! I guess I should go, we'll talk again soon, right?" Aki questioned, taking Kirishimas hands into her own, a bright smile on her face as her eyes seemed to sparkle. Kirishima felt his face warm up, but nodded, a nervous smile on his face from how close she was,"Definitely, we can meet up sometime at the agency maybe,"

"See ya later," she giggled, walking over and taking Eri's hand into her own. Kirishima could only watch with his heart beating out of his chest as the beautiful girl left, when he felt a hand on his back slap him forward, "OH MY GOSH KIRISHIMA, YOU'RE SO LUCKY, YOU SLY THING YOU!" Mina exclaimed, repeatedly hitting him in her excitement. "Way to go dude," Ojiro laughed, the rest of the students all smiling and calling out their support for him. "Come guys this is so not manly," he whined, embarrassed having realized they watched him and Aki. Yet he smiled and couldn't help but think 'Maybe this Festival will be good,'

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Walking around the school seemed to excite Eri and Aki, both wondering how all the different classes worked and what each class would put on for the School Festival.

Meeting up with Amajiki and Hado excited Aki to the point of her having steam come out of her nose in puffs, "Tama-Kun!Nene-chan!" She called out to them, Nejire flying over in greeting as they began to discuss the beauty pagent in detail and how Nejire was going to win this year.

"Hey! Maybe you should join Aki! I bet you'd be a shoe in for runner up!!" Hado squealed, wanting the girl who was like a little sister to join in on the fun. "Oh I'd live to Nene-chan but I'm not a student here," Aki smiled, though Midoriya thought her smile seemed a little forced, "plus I wouldn't wanna ruin your chances by competing, I'll be sure to cheer you on though!" Aki grinned, giving Hado two thumbs up who returned it. Eri looking between the two and then to her hands, mimicking them but smaller, though everyone swooned.

After visiting the Support Class last, they went to Lunch Rush's in the cafeteria to give Eri somthing to eat to finalize the tour. "Well that's all of U.A!" "What did you think of our School Eri?" Midoriya questioned, Eri though looked unsure, "I..I don't know," both boys looked at eachother nervously, but Aki smiled at her which gave Eri enough courage to continue, "But I can see how hard everyone is working, so I do wanna see how it turns out," Aki gave her a grin, proud of Eri for trying to speak out more and explain her thoughts and feelings.

At the end of the day, they returned Midoriya to Heights Alliance and said goodbye. "We'll be back on the day of the festival," Togata explained, pumping his arm in excitement, "So make sure it's killer,"

As they went to leave, Aki spoke up, "I will catch up with you in a moment MiMi-Kun, I wanna ask Midoriya somthing really quick," Togata nodded and escorted Eri out.

"What is it Aki? Is everything okay?" Aki stared at him for a second, before her eyes sharpened and it made him jump back, "What is your deal with Eri? What are you hoping to gain?" "W-what?" Midoriya was taken back, 'How can such a sweet and cute girl get terrifying to quickly!?'

"You seem very focused on making her happy. Why? I don't want anyone near Eri who was bad intentions," "It's not like that! When we found Eri that first time, I was so upset we couldn't do anything. I beat myself up everytime I think about it, I wanna be a hero that saves people with a smile. But Eri hasn't smiled once, so I wanna help her smile. I wanna help her become a child again, especially after what she went through," Midoriya was firm with his answer, now staring Aki back in the eyes, hoping to show her the true meaning of his intentions.

Aki suddenly smiled, sparkles surrounding her like with Kirishima earlier, "Okie dokie. I hope your goals come true," Midoriya sweat dropped, 'How bipolar can she be?' Aki then bit her lip nervously, arms behind her back as she shuffled, "I do have one more question, more of a favor though,"

This caught him by surprise, "Sure, what is it?" Holding out a folded up paper, she asked, "Can you give this to Kiri-kun for me?" "Huh!? KIRISHIMA!?" "Y-Yes, I know this sounds silly but.. he's very cute," Aki admitted, her face turning red and her tail stub swished back and forth.

"U-uh sure, I can give this to him. Wouldn't you wanna give it to him in person though," "I-I don't know..I don't wanna over step," "Nonsense, come on,"

With that Midoriya led her inside, the rest of the class unwinding in the main sitting area, though they looked in surprise with the girl in tow with Midoriya. "Hello again!" Mina greeted, "Guys this is Toyomitsu Aki, she's Eri's caregiver," Midoriya introduced the girl, her bowing to the class with a smile.

"Hello everyone, so pleased to meet you," her smile made them all flushed, 'SO CUTE'. "So what are you doing here? Is everything okay?" Jirou questioned, "I-I was hoping to speak to u-uh..Kirishima-kun," Aki was embarrassed, now noticing how many people were staring at her intensely.

"Did someone call me? Oh hey Aki! What's up?" Kirishima questioned, having just walked out of the kitchen, but smiled big when he saw the beautiful girl from this morning.

"H-hi! I just wanted to u-uh, give this to you," stumbling over her words, she tried to act relaxed but was dying on the inside and outside. "O-Oh, thanks," Kirishima blushed, taking the folded up note from her out stretched hand, when their fingers touched however they both jumped apart and their faces burned red.

Of course, Mineta took this time to try and sneak up behind the girl. Reaching his hand out to flip the bottom of her dress, mumbling on how it was so short, it'd be a crime to not go through with it. Thankfully, Kirishima took notice and pulled her to him, hardening his hand as he punched him away, "KNOCK IT OFF," He growled, holding Aki close in his left arm.

Aki shivered, noticing how his muscles squeezed her like she'd dissappear if he let her go. Tapping his chest, he realized he was holding her and jumped back, "I'm so sorry! He can just never keep his hands to himself and it'd be so unmanly if me to not step in," Kirishima freaked out, waving his hands and trying to plead his case. He froze though when Aki walked up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "It's alright, thanks for being my Hero," she winked, suddenly finding some courage in his embarrassment. "I'll see you at the festival like we talked about earlier, right?" Aki asked, let her hands rest on his chest, "U-Uh YYEaH Suree," his voice cracked, his whole mind running in auto pilot. "Awesome, I'll see you then," she turned on her hoof and began walking toward the exit, she looked over to the class in a whole and waved goodnight before exiting Heights Alliance.

A loud thud made everyone turn toward where Kirishima was, noticing he'd fallen over, his eyes swirling and a giant grin in his red face. "Aki's so cute," he chucked, Kaminari and Sero whooping for him while Iida lectured about proper PDA in the presence of others. All Kirishina knew is that the festival couldn't come soon enough.

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On the day of the festival, Aki and Eri sat in the back if a taxi has Togata sat up front and was going over the schedule for the day. "We'll catch 1-As performance, then race over to 1-B for their play, then it'll be lunch and the pagent, does that sound alright?" He turned to face the horned girls in the back, Eri's outfit was a cute red and white dress while Aki wore her usual wool dress only this time it was red to compliment her hair.

"Sounds great, we can probably catch 1-A setting up before they perform," "oo~you just wanna catch Kirishima before he performs, maybe to wish him luck~" Togata teased, Aki gritting her teeth and raising her hood, kicking him in the back if the head leaving a hoof print, "Hehe, nevermind," Togata smiled, Eri looking up at Aki, "Do you like Kirishima?" "U-uh well, I admire him so to say," Aki tripped over her words as Togata laughed at her misfortune.

Once they'd arrived at the school, Aki mentioned she was going to see Nejire before 1-A to wish her luck before she got ready.

"Nene-chan, are you in here?" Aki knocked, hearing a lot of voices from inside the dressing room. Opening the door, Aki was met with Hado, Yuyu, and a few other students. "Oh sorry, I just wanted to come wish you luck," Aki smiled, holding her hands together in front of her.

"Ram-Ram!?" The other students exclaimed, shocked that a young hero would show up here. "Oh hello! Wonderful to meet you," she bowed, greeting them as they momentarily freaked out before bowing back.

"Hey hey! What're you doing here Aki? Where's Eri? Or Togata?" "They went to go see 1-A real quick, I was about to go see them, just wanted to see you first," Aki sheepishly explained, Testutestu suddenly appeared in front of the girls face making her lean back in surprise.

"Wait a second are you that girl Kirishima is always talking about!? The pretty red haired Ram girl that is Fatgums daughter!" Aki flushed hearing the red haired boys name.

"Well it's nice to know he thinks of me," she said happily, before looking at the clock, "I've gotta go, I hope everything goes good for you girls!" She cheered, waving as she walked out leaving the others stunned, "Why does Kirishima always get the good opportunities," Testutestu cried out, falling to his knees depressed that a beautiful girl like that was already taken by Kirishima.

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"Hey! I'm not too late am I?" Aki called out, running up to the 1-A group. "Oh Ram-Ram! Welcome," Yamomo greeted, fiddling with her keyboard to make sure it was on the right setting. "We've still got about twenty minutes until we go on, Midoriya should've been back by now, he went to go get rope earlier," Kirishima mentioned, cheeks going a light pink at facing Aki again.

"Well I'm sure it'll be amazing, are you doing special affects?" Aki questioned, leaning close into Kirishimas personal space, "Y-Yeah, I hope you'll enjoy them," he smiled, running a hand through his hair. "HEY SHITTY HAIR, LETS GO WE AINT GOT ALL DAY!" Bakugou yelled out then realized Kirishima was talking to a girl.

"Hey Sheep Ass! What're you doing in here?! Don't be trying to pull anything dammit," Bakugou seethed, his teeth gritting together in annoyance of a new person.

"I was just wishing you guys luck," Aki began to ring her hands nervously, "Well we don't need luck! We'll kick ass either way dammit!" Bakugou exclaimed, getting in her face. Aki decided he needed to calm down and quit yelling.

Ramming her head into his stomach, Bakugou lurched forward coughing as he fell to the ground holding his stomach,"Damn Ram Bitch. What the fuck was that for," he gasped, rolling around on the floor in pain. "I didn't appreciate you being in my face," she calmly spoke, turning to Kirishima again who looked at her in awe at her strength.

"I'll leave you to it, you'll do amazing," her lips pressed to his cheek again, although this time they grazed the corner of his mouth slightly. Giggling she turned and left the room.

Silence ticked by for a second before Kirishima belted out, "GUYS THIS HAS TO BE AMAZING, TOP NOTCH MANLY," He hardened up without knowing, the others in the class around him sweat dropping at the sudden mood change.

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As the curtains opened and a deafening explosion happened, Aki smiled as Jirou started her song, the dancers and musicians knocking it out of the ball park all at once.

The beat had Aki dancing in place, Togata laughing at her as Eri watched in surprise of Midoroiya dancing, well at least until he went off stage for some reason. "He left," "He'll be back, let's keep watching," Togata assured her, the music still blaring into their ears.

The song kept continuing to grow in progress when all of a sudden a lot of special effects went off, Uraraka swinging out to the crowd and lifting some audience members off the ground, one of them being Aki who laughed and brought Eri with her who couldn't hold it in any longer, throwing her arms out and laughing, a giant smile on her face. Aki and Togata had tears in their eyes as they smiled, knowing this young girl had finally broken free from her shackles of a pervious life. Aki hugged her tight before spinning in a circle with her, both girls laughing together in glee as Togata cheered them on. The song came to an end as the audience screamed and cheered, Aki and Eri now holding onto Togata as the three of them embraced in a hug. Eri had finally smiled and it made the two older ones warm with happiness.

As the gym filled out, the three met up with Midoriya on his way back in, Togata congratulating him on a job well done. "It was so crazy! First there was a loud sound and it was scary, but then everyone started jumping, even Aki was dancing and then Deku you went away for a little bit. But then there was a spinning guy and it started to get cold and I saw a lot of birds and people went "Wow" and you know what I said? Wow too!" Eri rambled on, her arms being thrown everywhere in excitement as Togata and Aki copied her from her side. "It was so much fun! Especially when Aki flew in the air with me and we danced," Eri stopped when she noticed Midioriya getting tears in his eyes, "I'm so glad you had fun Eri," this caused Eri to smile wide at him, Aki not able to hold it in anymore and swooped her up, spinning in circles as both girls laughed together. The boys looking on with their own smiles.

Heading outside, they met up with some of the boys that were melting the ice. "Ah dang this ice is too big, hey Bakugou can you-" "Kick Force!" A voice cut off Kaminari as a blur of red jumped in the air and came down on the giant block of ice, breaking it into little pieces. "Whoa!" Peoole passing by stopped and stared, Aki standing up and fixing her glasses. "Is this okay?" She asked, tilting her head with a smile.

"Hey its Ram-Ram!" "I didn't know she'd be here!" "She's so cute!" Voices came from behind her, causing her to turn over her shoulder and smile at the students and give a wave causing them all to flush red from the adorableness.

"Hey Aki! How'd you like the show?" Kirishima asked, hands on his hips, but he quickly put them put to catch Aki who jumped at him, landing in his arms as hers went around his neck that was turning red, "It was so amazing! The lighting, the music, the dancing, it was so beautiful! The affects were so awesome too! It was a rush of adrenaline for sure," Aki couldn't help but gush over the performance, Kirishima grinning and twirled her around, cheeks still flushed, "THAT'S GREAT! I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it! I did happen to catch you dancing a few moves too," he winked, catching her off guard but she laughed and nodded, finally getting set back in the ground.

Togata watched for a second before smirking, "You know we still have about two hours or so before the pagent, why don't you show Aki the rest of the festival Kirishima!" Aki and Kirishima turned bright red, but both agreed to it as the rest of the class came out to begin their own sight seeing if the festival too. Kirishima grabbed Aki's hand and began to drag her out of sight, she looked back over her shoulder to see Togata and Eri waving to her, both smiling as she disappeared from sight.

Both red heads walked around, looking at all the different food vendors and games, before coming upon the High Striker game, where you bring the hammer down to ring the bell and win a prize. They went to walk past it before Aki noticed fluffy Ram and Shark plushies. Kirishima looked to her and then the prizes before waking up to the student running it. "Hey dude! What do you have to do to win those two?" Pointing to the plushies Aki was eyeing. "You've gotta ring the high bell, you only get one try though," the student informed, gesturing to the tallest one they had which looked to be about fifty feet high. Kirishima grabbed the hammer, Aki stopping him momentarily, "You don't have to do that Kiri-Kun" she informed, but he shook his head, "It wouldn't be very manly of me to not win a pretty girl the plushies she wants, so just sit back and watch," he grinned at her before turning his attention to the game in front of him. He hardened his body as he swung the hammer up and brought it down full force, the little rod shooting straight up and knocking into the bell, denting it but ringing it nonetheless.

Aki cheered in amazement as Kirishima was handed the two plushies, the student behind the counter complaining to himself about needing a new bell now. Aki was handed both but then looked to Kirishima and handed him back the Ram one. "Seems only fair you get one too, right," she giggled, Kirishima smiling and nodding, taking Aki's free hand into his again as they continued down the path. Both could agree that this was probably the best day ever.

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Standing at the gate to see the three off, Aki and Kirishima stared at each other for a minute before smiling softly to one another. "I'm glad you could join us, maybe you can come back another time?" Kirishima asked, hopeful he'd get to see her again, preferably outside of Work Studies and School. "Mmm, I don't know. I have my assignments and taking care of Eri too," Aki admitted, her purple eyes staring into his Ruby red eyes that were full of hope.

"Actually, I guess it's alright to tell you that you'll be seeing everyone alot more. We're planning on moving Eri into the dorms here, to keep a better eye on her and her progress with her quirk. Of course, her care taker is gonna have to be with her," Aizawas voice cut in, making both teens turn toward him in shock before turning back to each other.

Kirishima whooped and picked up Aki, spinning her around as they both laughed, setting her back in the ground, he blurted out, "Would you like to go out sometime?!" He realized what he said and burned red, but kept his eyes trained on her shocked face but she soon smiled shyly and nodded, "I'd love to, maybe you can show me a nice Cafe around here?" She asked, Kirishima nodding as he took out his phone to get her number so they can plan it for the day she comes back.

Aizawa and Togata watched the two as Midoriya and Eri said goodbye a little ways to the side, "I'm gonna regret this aren't I," Aizawa sighed, feeling the need to go to bed after such a long day, "Awe come on Eraser Head, it's cute," Aizawa merely shook his head, turning to walk off, "Some School Festival this turned out be," Togata only laughed and called out, "I'm pretty sure you mean Love Festival!"

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Hiiiii. Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know your thoughts! I know some people don't like OCs that much but I thought I'd give it a try.

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Stark On Ice: Starker Figure Skating AU Chapter 1

Summary: Six months ago, the broadcasters asked Tony to participate in Celebrity Spin-Off; an annual TV series where celebrities get paired up with a professional figure skater and compete against each other. Well, he’d laughed in their faces, wondering why they’d even ask. Were they really that stupid? He had better things to do. “If you can find me a male skater who lets me lead, I’m in,” he’d scoffed sarcastically to brush them off.

He didn't expect them to take his answer seriously.

Masterpost (to be posted) Find On AO3

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Chapter One: Let Me Entertain You Tony readjusts his jacket as he walks into the large building that is the Midtown Ice Arena. It’s a few minutes before 7 AM, and he already downed a triple espresso on his way here - amusedly ignoring Happy’s complaints about it being so damn early. He will give the man a raise soon. Tony can’t say he’s a morning person, but having to get up this early every single day for three months in a row helps to get used to it. Today is different, though. He feels jittery and on-edge just thinking about today’s events. It’s the final rehearsal. Tonight he’s going to skate in front of the entirety of the States. He knows many people won’t even bother to watch the TV series, but the idea has him slightly nauseous anyway. His first live show…

Live show.

Tony chuckles sarcastically at himself as he sits down on one of the benches in the changing room. Live show. Six months ago, the broadcasters asked him to participate in Celebrity Spin-Off; an annual TV series where celebrities get paired up with a professional figure skater and compete against each other. Well, he’d laughed in their faces, wondering why they’d even ask. Were they really that stupid? He had better things to do. “If you can find me a male skater who lets me lead, I’m in,” he’d scoffed sarcastically to brush them off. 

He’s still not sure why they took his answer seriously, but they had. Tony Stark doesn’t back out of a promise, though. So, here he is, lacing up his skates after three months of intensive training, ready to work through his choreo together with his assigned partner Peter Parker. From what Tony’s heard, Peter is a pretty big deal in the skating world. He’s a sweet, enthusiastic 21-year-old who has enough talent and skill in pair skating to participate in the Olympics, yet he’d chosen not to. Instead, he tours across the US with Stars On Ice, coaches young kids at Midtown, and has a YouTube channel where he and his partner MJ post routines with traditional gender roles reversed.  Tony admires Peter’s passion. The man doesn’t like other people very fast, but Peter was something else entirely. He’s endearing in a way. It’s easy to like him. Which, thank god, is a positive thing. They’ve had to train together for a minimum of eighteen hours for the past three months - both on ice and off. Tony had been surprised to see that the theory classes and off-rink practice were just as important.

When Tony finishes lacing up his skates he walks towards the rink, finally knowing how to do that without looking like a waddling duck. A smile creeps onto his face when he spots his partner on the ice already. The boy moves around ever so graciously, practicing his triple axel. A few days prior, Peter told him he hadn’t done it in a while, and he and MJ intend to use it in their new YouTube tutorial, so he’s been wanting to perfect his landing. It’s not like he pops it, but the boy isn’t content very easily. Tony enjoys watching him rehearse no matter how he lands. He’s so beautiful out there. Like he was born to skate. After landing perfectly three times, Peter slows down to give himself a short break, and that’s when he spots Tony at the entrance. The man waves awkwardly and Peter grins. “Mornin’, grumpy-head!” Peter laughs as he skates towards him.  “Well, look at you. Always a beaming ray of sunshine, aren’t ya?” “You know me too well, Mr. Stark. Hope you didn’t forget to apply your sunscreen today!” Peter jokes, jumping off the ice to give Tony a short hug. Tony hates to admit he likes that Peter greets him like that every single day. The boy isn’t scared of him, unlike most other people. Another reason why Tony likes him. He grunts as a response to the joke and nudges Peter. “Think it’s time to start training. Steve here yet?” Tony asks, looking around to see if he spots their coach. Peter shakes his head. “No, his car broke down a few blocks from Midtown, he’ll be here soon enough. Let’s start warming up so we can dive right into the sequence when he gets here.” “Yes, coach.”

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“Why- Why do these outfits have to be so glittery,” Tony jests as he eyes himself in the mirror. He’s wearing a tight and stretchy black button-up with thick, gold seams and shiny gold beads all over it. Thank god his pants are a simple plain black. Peter is adjusting his hair right next to him. The metallic gold tee hugs the boy’s skin so incredibly tight that Tony can’t help his gaze from wandering down a little, peeking at the boy’s gorgeous abs. Peter grins as he follows Tony’s gaze. “Well, I guess that’s why,” Peter retorts, and Tony blushes. He sniffs, staring at his own reflection again. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Says the man who asked for a male partner. I still don’t-” “Oh shush,” Tony cuts him off playfully and waves his hand in the air. Peter simply chuckles and finishes styling his curls. They’re silent for a moment and Tony’s thoughts wander. He hadn’t meant to stare like that. Yes, he was bisexual but that doesn’t mean he liked Peter like that. They were already making headlines on entertainment websites. He can’t even imagine what’d happen if they’d actually feel something for each other. That’d be insane and highly unprofessional. The kid is too young, and- No. Tony doesn’t even have to make excuses for himself. Peter is nice. That’s it. 

Thinking about them making the news doesn’t exactly settle his nerves. People are interested in them. Tony Stark on skates must be high-end entertainment for many people in itself, but the fact that they’re a male couple… He knows the public’s eye is on them tonight. “So tell me, kid. How does one contain nerves for a show, uh?” Tony asks, trying to keep it casual but failing massively. A gentle smile tugs on Peter’s lips. “Experience. Trusting yourself,” he starts. “You know, Tony. You won’t be flawless tonight. But that’s okay, remember? No one will be. Flawless is not what we aim for. Chemistry. Engaging the public, and-” “-just having fun on the ice,” Tony finishes for him with a nod. Peter has told him this many times before, but the reminder does settle his nerves. Tony’s a beginner, but he’s got the name and his charm. And Peter... They’ve got a pretty good shot. “Exactly. Now, tell me- what are you most nervous about?” “Honestly?” “Well, yes.” “Dropping you.” Peter sighs and takes a step closer to Tony.  “You won’t. You’ve only dropped me once, and I wasn’t even hurt. Even if it were to happen, I know how to take a fall. We’ll be alright. You’re one of the best skaters in this competition. You’re gonna ace this.” “Thank you, Pete. Hey, for what it counts, I’m glad you’re my skating partner.” “And I’m glad you’re mine.”

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Tony’s throat is dry, his heart beating rapidly in his chest when his fingers tangle into Peter’s. The boy is so close to him, just like during practice. It grounds him. The floor manager smiles at them. “Good luck out there, you ready for it?” Tony nods, his lips pressed together in a thin line. Smile. He should smile. Peter squeezes his hands once and Tony takes a deep breath. He’s got this. They’ve got this. The floor manager signals, “-Standing by…” Oh, God. This is it. Tony sniffs. His hands feel sweaty, his stomach knots together once more. As much as he appears to be comfortable in public, the moment right before always has him on edge. Any moment now. His gaze focused on the floor manager. Waiting for her cue.  “And go!”

Tony forces his most charming smile on his face when he skates forward in unison with Peter, the cheers of the audience enveloping him. They stop in the center of the rink and he guides Peter in front of him. The boy’s arms are crossed in front of his chest. Tony puts a hand on Peter’s right shoulder. It’s quiet for a second, but then the familiar tune starts playing and Tony licks his lips. Peter smirks, pushing his skates into the ice to circle around the man, Tony’s gaze tracking him until he’s in front once again.

Hell is gone and heaven’s here There’s nothing left for you to fear Shake your arse come over here Now scream 

Peter twirls and presses into Tony’s side. They grin at each other and skate forward, towards the edge of the rink. Tony’s nerves finally settle when he focuses on just how smooth Peter glides over the ice. The loud music cuts off the sounds of their blades crushing the frozen surface beneath them, but Tony hears it in his mind instead. He knows exactly where to turn, where to move. Peter sends him a little nod right before they go into the crossovers. Tony doesn’t like crossovers all that much, it makes him feel stiff and uncoordinated. Yet, somehow his body seems to do it on autopilot today, simply mimicking Peter’s lead. 

I’m a burning effigy Of everything I used to be You’re my rock of empathy, my dear

Tony feels powerful in a way, his movements loosening up with every passing second. It’s time for their waltz jump. He turns around to transition into backward crosscuts and then shifts his weight from the right outer edge to the left one, throwing his right leg up in front. He gasps when he feels how smoothly he lifts off the ice. He’s flying through the air, weightless, and a quick glance confirms that Peter is too. When his right foot hits the ice again, he bends his right knee and extends his left leg behind him. The applause envelopes him like a warm blanket and the adrenaline coursing through his veins is an exhilarating sensation. He did it. He did it!

So come on let me entertain you Let me entertain you Let me entertain you

Tony turns around again to find Peter skating in his direction with a proud and goofy grin on his face. Tony’s heart leaps out of his chest when he realizes his partner is just as impressed as he is. Their hands find each other as they increase their speed to make it through another set of crossovers. Tony doesn’t even worry about them anymore at this point. Everything is just fucking amazing. 

Let me entertain you Let me entertain you (let me entertain you) So come on let me entertain you (let me entertain you) Let me entertain you (let me entertain you)

Tony takes a deep breath when he realizes it’s time for their lift. He sets off for his continuous three turns and feels how Peter starts leaning into him. The man prepares for the boy to jump up from the ice gracefully. When Peter does so, he easily catches him and they spin into their rotational lift. Tony loves this one - loves to have Peter in his arms bridal style while spinning around and around and around while remembering his words. Don’t be afraid of the speed. Stalling is falling. Tony doesn’t feel like they’re falling. No, it feels like they’re floating, setting off for space.

Come on come on come on come on Come on come on come on come on Come on come on come on come on

Peter moves slightly, indicating it’s time for Tony to help him back down again. They transition into forward strokes toward the center once more and slow down. Their arms are spread wide proudly. Peter then circles Tony just like he did in the beginning, leaning into Tony’s side when the music comes to an end. He can’t help wrapping an arm around him to pull him in closer, bathing in the applause and the cheers that are thrown their way. Oh my god. They pulled it off. He can’t believe they did it. Of course, he doesn’t have Peter’s finesse but fuck. As Peter would say, they aced it. Together. 

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Next Chapter: To Be Posted

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The trek back was harsh. Molly stayed by Caleb, despite the spell keeping Caleb warm. Once they hit warm weather Mollymauk had placed his metal piercings, jingling every time he walked.

The boat ride home was safe, despite Uk'otoa being a threat. Mollymauk sat by the front of the boat, glaring. The snow seemed to melt and vaporize around him. The tower was set up at night, comforts made readily available. There was practically a party every night, with joy and dancing.

Molly pulled Caleb towards an empty room. "You never did take me waltzing." Molly smiled. He wore a lovely lace suit, purple and blues. It had a gold lining, sparkling in the light. Caleb cupped Molly's face.

"You are a blessing, Mollymauk," Caleb whispered. Molly chirped.

"You're too kind if a bit slow to dance." Molly laughed. Caleb blushed.

"That's a sin we have to rectify." Caleb laughed.

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There was a group of people waiting for them at the border. Three figures, an old man, a woman, and a man Caleb's age sat by waiting for him.

"You take forever to travel. I taught you better than to keep others waiting." The old man sneered. Caleb glared and set his jaw.

"We do not do things on your schedule." Caleb snapped, his hands getting very warm very quickly.

"Yes, I am aware. We just need to clear something up." Trent spoke, looking at Mollymauk.

"Did you kill DeRogna for political reasons?" Astrid spoke up.

"She tried to kill me, I simply got even." Molly stood in front of Caleb. "The second time…"

"We are aware of the monster she was. We just need to see that this was not an attack on the Cerberus Assembly as a whole." Eodwulf spoke up. He regarded Molly with a raised eyebrow. "Someone like you could be a valuable ally."

"Oh, I am. Just not directly for you." Molly rested his hand on his sword.

"I see. Caleb is in safe hands." Eodwulf grinned. Molly had to swallow the instinct to snarl.

"It's almost dark, maybe a family dinner is an order, Bren, if you would." Trent smiled. It had the same aura as a rag doll, half-rotted due to the weather and bugs, maybe with small insects still crawling over it.

"Right." Caleb looked around. It was broad daylight. "I can set up a tower."

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The tower was set up in record time. The rooms were set up differently. They were paired off, Veth with Jester, Beau with Yasha and, and Fjord with Caduceus. The Guest room was set up for Wulf and Astrid.

"The ninth floor is yours. You can make your way to it." Caleb spoke clearly and floated up to his room, as usual, shared with Molly.

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"Are you ok?" Molly's voice was quiet.

"I want them out of my house, my home," Caleb growled. Molly just sighed.

"If you want to kill them…" Molly suggested, whispering in his ear. Caleb laughed. It was pained, raspy with breaths. "Not them… just Trent. They are just like me."

"I would say that 'no one is like you' but I recognize what you mean. I would also point out that the moment they attack us, they are in the same boat as the old man." Molly's tail moved in the air. Caleb, while in thought, grabbed the tail, absentmindedly tracing runes onto it. Molly just hummed.

"You introduced yourself as a liar to us, but you seemed to keep yourself to your word." Caleb mused.

"I never said who I was lying to," Molly responded.

"Lies to oneself may be the hardest to undo." Caleb hummed. A moment passed with the tip of Molly's tail still in Caleb's hand. "I'm just so tired…" he whispered, dropping the tail.

"Take a nap," Molly suggested. Caleb just nodded.

"Could you stay? I don't feel comfortable sleeping alone with him here." Caleb grabbed Molly's shirt.

Molly smiled. "The fact that you've decided to trust me with that shows how far we've come since we've met."

Caleb just nodded, removing the tie keeping his hair back and laid on the bed, Frumpkin settling on his chest.

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Caleb felt a hand on his shoulder. His eyes fluttered open, looking up to see Molly, his hair also down, framing his face. Molly's voice was too mumbled for his half-asleep brain to comprehend. He only heard the rasping tone. Caleb blinked and was silent as his brain turned back on. 

"...can you understand me?" Molly asked. 

"As of now, yes. Before, no." Caleb just smiled. 

Molly just chuckled, then he turned serious. "It's dinner time. We need to wake up." 

"I got it. Just let me get dressed." Caleb sat up. "I'm sorry for sleeping that long." 

"You were tired. It happens." Molly nodded and tied his hair back. "Let's get this over with." 

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The dinner was cold. The food was perfectly heated, but icy looks were being sent across the table. Molly sat next to Caleb, wearing some fancy outfit, one that clung to him, accenting every tattoo and his horn jewelry was shining. His eyes were made up. There were so many things about him and his outfit that Caleb had no idea what he should focus on first. All he knew was that he was looking at one of the most valuable pieces of treasure.

"You seem to surround yourself with colorful people." Trent hummed. "And none of them are capable of protecting anyone."

"That is a bit unfair." Jester pouted. 

"And how many times has Lady DeRogna fallen because of you and your friends," Trent spoke. None of them were eating. It was silent before Jester gasped. Fjord turned his head to see red coming out of Jester's eyes. Beau jumped up and went to help her but there was a spell cast. She froze, encased in ice. The group groaned and grabbed at each other, shaking. Molly grabbed Caleb, who just saw the blood on the table in front of him. Oh. There wasn't even pain; he just felt numb. Molly was shouting something but he couldn't hear it. Then Molly looked confused for a second and looked down. A metal blade poked out of the scar on his chest. Oh. Oh. Caleb reached out to Molly, squeezing his shirt.

The tower dissolved around them, Caleb felt the ground rush up to him as he blacked out.

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Caleb jerked awake to fingers in his hair and soothing purrs on his chest and next to him. 

"Bad dream?" Molly tried to comfort him. Caleb just took a deep breath and relaxed. 

"I'm here. You're safe." Molly promised. 

"Did you ever think I was evil?" Caleb whispered. 

"No. I saw your pain. I thought you were good. Better than me." He whispered. "I think you have the potential to be better than most of us." 

"Most-?"

"Caduceus and Yasha."

"That makes sense." Caleb cracked a smile. 

"And they trust you completely. So you're not evil. The old man you made sleep in the dungeon? He's evil." Molly played with his hair. 

"When did you-"

"I overshot the first time I broke into the tower." 

"You were allowed through the door." 

"Would have taken too long." Molly shrugged. "My firefly needed me." 

"That's cheesy." 

Molly just purred in response, lulling Caleb back to sleep. 

[whittakerjodie]

Doppelganger (Whittaker!Master X Reader)

Prompt: You wake up, finding yourself in an alternate TARDIS in an alternate universe. Oh, and with a quite alternate Doctor. Or is she even the Doctor at all? 

Words: 2.6k

Authors note: whew this is dark haha. anyway whittaker!master could stomp me and I’d say thank you queen. 

Warnings: Violence, torture, blood, angst. It’s the master, y’all. Its dark. REAL dark. 

   Your head was pounding, your sleepless night doing nothing to soothe it. For some reason, the TARDIS had been quite excited, shaking and beeping and screaming, at one point. You weren’t even waking up necessarily; you’d done that hours ago, when a book flew off the shelf and hit you upside the head. 

   You grumpily stomped out of bed, not bothering to pull your robe on. You were sure the Doctor wouldn’t mind; her species didn’t seem to be bothered about things like that. The kitchen was already brewing fresh coffee and you  thanked the machine, before realizing there was no sugar anywhere in sight. What the hell? There was always plenty. The Doctor was practically an addict. 

   Shrugging it off, you forewent the coffee and made your way into the console room. The Doctors familiar blonde hair was the first thing you noticed, along with… a new outfit? Your eyes moved over her, glad she was turned around and couldn’t notice you checking her out. She looked good. A warmth spread over your cheeks as you took your time with the task. 

   The dark red shirt she was wearing contrasted quiet wonderfully with her usual bright closet. So did her waist coat, which hugged her quite snug. You couldn’t distinguish the pattern, but it looked like the same circular symbols you saw throughout the TARDIS. The gold wound around the entire waistcoat, your fingers itching to trail across the fabric. 

   The rest of her outfit was dark, something that had your throat running dry. 

“You’re staring” Your eyes shot wide open, stepping back slightly. Her voice was low- menacing almost. She suddenly whipped around and you nearly passed out from the unusual darkness you saw in her eyes. They were narrowed, digging into the very depths of your soul. “Who are you and what are you doing on my TARDIS?”

   You laughed uneasily, raising a brow. “Hit your head in all the ruckus last night?” Your stomach twinged with nervousness as she continued to watch you silently. Slowly, you made your way up to the console, standing next to her.

 You felt her eyes rake over your form, and suddenly you were wondering if your attire did matter to her. It wasn’t like you were naked, but all you were wearing as a tank top and light shorts. You tugged at the bottom of them nervously, trying to make conversation. 

“What happened last night? Kept me up.”

   Instead of answering she reached into her waistcoat and pulled out a sonic screwdriver. Only, when she activated it, a small laser shot towards you and a harsh yellow glow encompassed your whole body. You tried to leap away from it, only to find that your limbs wouldn’t respond. Your heart rate shot through the ceiling as your mouth struggled to move as well. 

“D-doctor?” You managed to whimper. She chuckled darkly, hand shooting forward to wrap around your throat. Your breath was cut off abruptly and your eyes filled with tears, mind trying to come to terms with what was happening. 

   Since when could her screwdriver do that? Why was she staring at you like that, like she’d eat you in a minute? She seemed to be relishing in your confusion, lips curling upwards. 

“This should be interesting.” She murmured. She used her painful grip to force your head from side to side, analyzing you. Then, her hand let go and just as you drew in a small, shaky breath it made sharp contact with your face, sending you into darkness. 

__________

     When you woke up, you had only a small moment of relaxation before fatigue, confusion, and tension settled into your bones. You tried to relieve the tension, but your limbs were once again unable to cooperate. It wasn’t the weird laser this time, though. As you tugged against your restraints, the rope tugged back and burned against your skin. 

   You hissed, opening your eyes. Darkness was the only thing that greeted you. A blindfold was tied around your head. What was going on? You felt fear (all too familiar, considering your travels with the Doctor) crawl across your skin, heightening every sense. You could hear quiet breathing from across the room. 

“Awake, are we?” 

It was the Doctor. Why did she sound like that? 

“Doctor?” You croaked. “W-What’s going on? Why am I tied up” 

   You heard a rustling and then rapid footsteps, trying to lean back as she made her way towards you. Nothing could prepare you for the sharp sting of leather against your thigh, sending a devastating wave of pain up your leg and through your body. You cried out, gritting your teeth as the aftershocks stung you. 

“Doctor, why-” Another rough smack greeted you, this time across the side of your arm. You yelled again, tugging desperately against the rope holding you in place. Why? Your mind asked Why why why? 

“Don’t call me that” She growled. The leather- a riding crop, you determined, rested against your cheek and you nodded furiously. Anything to avoid being hit again. But why was she saying that? Had something taken her over? 

“I have questions for you,” She said. The riding crop slid under your blindfold and you shut your eyes as brightness flashed before them. She threw the blindfold across the room, riding crop trailing over your lips. 

“I want to know how you got here, who you are, and why you keep calling me Doctor.” 

“I don’t understand,” You panted. She looked angry, scary. Even though it was the Doctors face she wore, you could tell it wasn’t her. You repeated what you’d said and she struck the side of your cheek with the crop, irritated. 

“Likewise. Stop wasting my time” A fresh tear fell off your cheek and you nodded. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Y-y/n” 

“How did you get on board my TARDIS?” 

“I’ve been on the TARDIS for months. I went to bed and woke up-” She raised the riding crop again and you jumped. “No, no no no!” 

You shut your eyes and turned your head away, but the sharp contact never came. Instead, a gloved finger trailed across your skin, far too gentle compared to the treatment you’d received in the past few minutes. 

“Did I pick you up somewhere? I’m not so sure I'd forget such a pretty thing like you” 

You stared at her, blushing despite the fear coursing through your veins. She continued to hold your face, humming lowly. 

“Who are you?” You whispered. 

“You can call me Master” 

_____

   The interrogation seemed to last for hours. After the initial shock subsided, you focused your attention on not giving anything about the real doctor away. Your evasions seemed to only irritate her further. Your skin was smarting all over from the numerous cracks of the riding crop, so much so that you eventually became numb to it. She’d left ten minutes ago, fuming at your disobedience.

When she returned, she was twirling a knife between her fingers. It gleamed in the dim light of the room, taunting you. 

She twirled it over your cheek, snarling. 

“I’ll give you one last chance. Where do I find the Doctor?” 

   You shook your head as slightly as you could so as not to cut yourself on the blade. She gave a small tsk, pouting her lip dramatically. 

“Fine then. We’ll play a different game.” 

Your eyes widened as she slipped the knife into her pocket, unbuttoning her waistcoat. Air logged itself in your throat and you let out an odd, strangled noise, much to her satisfaction. She shrugged the waistcoat off and let it slip to the floor, turning her attention to the red button up. Oh no. This was… this was wrong. What was she doing. She chuckled at your blushing, making a show out of each button to tease you. 

“I see now. You’re all the same, aren’t you? So hopelessly in love. So pretty when you’re terrified.” She murmured. “Looks like my next game will be quite the stunner” 

   You shut your eyes in protest, trying to block out whatever she was planning. A sharp slap against your cheek sent tears pushing against your eyelids, a weight settling into your lap. She chuckled, pulling the knife out of her pocket. 

   Thumbs dragged under your eyelids to force them open, and you nearly passed out from the sight that met you. The Master was straddling your lap, unbuttoned shirt exposing the length of her chest and stomach. In her hands, she twirled the knife. 

“H-hurting me isn’t going to break me” You spit between gritted teeth. You tried to square your shoulders, harden your eyes. Anything to convince her- and yourself- of what you’d said. She didn’t chuckle this time; she laughed. It was ridiculous, dramatic, and loud; yet somehow still beautiful. Then her face fell into a dead serious expression.

“Oh, love, what makes you think I’m going to hurt you?” You gasped, watching her quickly slice the tip of the knife across the side of her neck, just light enough to draw blood. At the sight of it you recoiled, shrieking. 

“Stop!” You yelled. “Stop- how?” Didn’t it hurt her??

Another stark laugh. “I’ve stolen more bodies than I can count. Died too many times to care. Do you really think a small knife is painful. DO YOU?” 

You jumped again, whimpering at the loud outburst. 

“I wonder how many marks I can make before you stop me...” You heard another cut open, shaking your head. 

“Stop, please. Please don’t do this.” 

“Does it hurt, hm? Seeing her like this? I could stop, dear. Just say the word.“ You shut your eyes tighter, squeezing your lips together. No matter how much it hurt, you couldn’t put the Doctor in danger. But she is in danger, technically. No, it’s someone else. Oh god, but it’s her. It’s her, it’s her it’s her. 

Her hand wrapped itself around your throat once more, gripping it tight enough to make you see color behind your eyelids. “No you don’t” She growled. “EYES ON ME!” 

   You met her eyes, stomach churning at the darkness and anger in storming behind them.

 “If you weren’t so annoying… I could respect your perseverance. Maybe. Maybe not.” 

She placed the knife against her collarbones, digging into the flesh. Blood trickled downward slowly, and you tugged at your restraints as if you could try and stop her. “Where is the Doctor?” She asked again.

“I can’t tell you!” 

“I’m starting to lose patience, love. I suggest not testing me any further.Lots of legroom with this strategy.” For a moment, you almost considered telling her, just to get the knife away from the Doctors skin.

 Then, everything started to shake and groan around you. Your chair nearly toppled over, taking you and the Master with it. Loud beeps and cloister bells could be heard from down the hallway, and the Master turned towards the sound. Red lights danced across the walls. Something was wrong. 

“Running out of time, are we?”

 You heard yelling and tried to shake in your seat in an attempt to get her off of you. Unfortunately, all the movement did was remind her of your existence and she let out a guttural growl, smashing her fingers into your temple. 

   You cried out as your vision gave out, mind screaming along with you. Everything was on fire; claws digging  through your mind leaving confusion and static in their wake. No feeling, thought, or memory was distinguishable from the other leaving you defenseless as she continued to invade your mind, taking what she needed. Somewhere, miles away you could hear: Good to see she’s no different than the one in my universe. Makes fighting her much easier. 

   Before you could try and push her out the connection was severed, your body landing on the ground with a smack. You let out another cry of pain, black flashing at the corner of your vision. 

“Who are you?!?” The Doctor’s voice. Or was it the Master? You couldn’t tell. 

“Oh, you know, dear Doctor. I know who you are, too, thanks to your little pet there.” That was the Master. You could hear the Doctor gasp. 

“What have you done to them?” She pointed her sonic at you, trying to determine how severe your wounds were. You tried to tell her you were okay, but the Master took control of the scene once more. 

“We’ve had our fun. Now it’s our turn.” You turned your head to see her charge at the Doctor, knife in hand, grinning like a child on Christmas. The Doctor ducked just in time, and your panicked eyes met.

    The Master swung again, toppling them both onto the ground. It would’ve been quite the sight to see- two people, identical yet so very different at the same time, crawling and struggling against one another. 

“You know what the best part about this is, Doctor?” She was on top, knife raised but directed towards the point between the Doctor's hearts. You could feel warmth around your wrists where blood started to seep from your cut skin, every inch of you trying to help her. “You’re not even from this universe. I could kill you. Right here, right now. And then? Well, then I can do it all over again with my Doctor. Oh, but maybe I’ll start with my new pet first” 

   The Doctor let out a scream, using a surprising amount of force to throw the doppelganger off and send a punch straight to her jaw. You certainly weren’t expecting that. The knife clattered to the floor and the Doctor scooped it up, gripping the handle tightly. 

“Look away, Y/n” She whispered. She wouldn’t- would she? The Master laughed, wiping blood from the corner of her lip. 

“Oh, I don’t think she should. Shouldn’t love be honest, Doctor? Show her who you really are” 

“Doctor” You whimpered. She couldn’t do this; it would destroy her. “I know who you are. Don’t listen to her.” 

She threw you a pitiful glance as the master leapt up, snatching the knife back from her. 

“My god, you are a coward” She spat. The knife arced upwards, towards the Doctors stomach and she jumped back. More footsteps were coming down the hallway and she stepped between the door and the Master.

“Any day. Any universe”  

Ryan and Yaz ran in, holding a pair of handcuffs and an odd looking gun you’d never seen before. Something from this other universe, perhaps? 

   The Master groaned, and your three friends jumped forward to tackle her to the ground, forcing the cuffs around her wrists. The Doctor told Yaz to check on you and she did, running over. 

“Oh my god, Y/N, are you alright?” 

You laughed, unsure of how else to respond. Not really. 

   The Doctor came over to you next, dropping to her knees and cutting the rope from around your wrists. Her and Yaz hissed at the sight of the torn skin, the Doctor glaring daggers at the identical enemy behind her. 

“I’m okay” You whispered. You really weren’t, but saying it somehow made you feel like it might be true. 

“No, you’re not. I’m so, so sorry Y/N. I’m going to get us back home.” The Doctor leaned down and scooped you into a hug. Your muscles screamed at the sudden stretch and a pained groan left your mouth. She immediately let go, cupping your face and staring into your eyes with concern. That was more like it. Your Doctor. 

   She brought you into her arms in a less stressful bridal style hold, standing up. You leaned into her warmth- real warmth, not terrifying fire- sighing. 

“Are we really going to leave her here?” Yaz asked as you all prepared to leave. 

“She’ll find a way out.” The Doctor promised. “Always does.” 

   She didn’t say anything more, and your ears blocked out the sound of Ryan explaining everything to you. Fatigue was taking over. The only thing you could focus on was the way the Master's piercing gaze fixated on you until you could see her no more.

[kirishwima]

Hi! I adore your writings! Are you still taking requests? May I ask you to write some headcannons for RFA (including V and Saeran) reacting to MC looking like a sweet cinnamon roll but in fact being a lead of rock band that perfectly practices extreme vocal techniques. Sorry if I made some mistakes (I am not a native speaker and, unfortunately, was out of English practice for a long period of time) and huge thank you!

heyo! Don’t worry, your english is fine ^^

I hope you like this, I wrote for MC using she/her pronouns, but I can absoloutely change that if you’d like!

I unfortunately don’t have the time to write for V and Saeran too right now, but I promise I’ll come back to this headcanon and write their parts too once I have the time to! Sorry ;;

YOOSUNG:

He felt like the luckiest man in the world, having such a cute loving girlfriend!! The two make the cutest freaking couple, people cooing at them when they walk down the street

So when MC told him she's in a band, he found it really cool, but didn't question it further-he assumer she may sing some cute acoustic songs or pop bops.

When MC invited him to a show at a bar he was a little curious about the location choice but hey, of course he'll be there to support his girl!

When they arrived MC kissed him, promising she'll see him after the show; he invited a few of his classmates along to see his MC's talent uplose

He already started wondering what kind of band MC's was when the opening act started with punk rock covers of pop songs, one particularly sticking in Yoosung's mind as it was a rendition of Taylor Swift's 'Love story', taking note of their extreme fashion, all spikes and dyed bright hair...

And them MC's band came on stage and hoo boy she was unrecognisable! Thick smudged eyeliner, a bold black lipstick, her leather jacket adorned with patches and spikes all over, her jeans so ripped you could see her thighs, and thos massive combat boots...

Yoosung didn't have the time to pass out as MC greeted the crowd with a cheer and the drummer started up the beat, the guitsrist following suit, and MC's voice...

Sure he heard her hum at home but this was NUTS. Her voice was so thick, deep, yet she managed to pull out some screams from her little frame that Yoosung couldn't believe

After the show he would NEVER shut up about how much of a cool badass his girl is. And if someone said sure, she's cute but not a badass...Yoosung would simply invite them to MC's next preformance

ZEN:

When MC had casually mentioned she's a singer in the RFA chatroom, Zen was thrilled!!! How did he end up flirting-dating a fellow colleague??

When he kept asking what kind of singing she did, MC cryptically replied 'oh, it might not be the type of gig you're used to' and left it at that, much to Zen's dismay.

After the two started dating, MC invited him along to a show, which Zen excitedly prepared for, tagging along as MC drove him to the location.

He took note of the underground bar-turned-coner-hall, the exposed cement walls and dingy barstand in the further corner, how there were posters and graffiti covering parts of the walls, the floor...

He raised a brow; Zen was no stranger to the punk rock scene, and definitely not to these underground bars; let's not forget he was in a motorcycle gang thank u very much

MC took him along backstage to meet her bandmates, whose styles ranged from completely average everyday style to punk spikey badass. He didn't question that either, but started to understand what MC's gig was, smirking as he realized; MC was testing him, pushing to see just how comfortable he'd be with her scene.

As the opening act started up on the stage, MC had been putting the finishing touches to her makeup, Zen sitting besides her smirking up at her reflection in the mirror.

"What?" she asked with a laugh, adjusting her spikey necklace.

"Not my kind of gig, you'd called it? Baby, I've been in this scenes long long ago. And knowing you're about to go out there and sing your lungs off..." he bit his lip, having the nerve to look bashful for a moment.

She rolled her eyes as he stood up, tugging her into an embrace.

"Give them hell out there" he whispered in her ear.

And she did. Hoo boy she did.

What she also did was bring out Zen to the stage...and boy, this man was born for the punk rock scene!!

JAEHEE:

To be fair...Jehee respected MC's profession, but she didn't really understand at first.

"So...it's not like Zen's musicals?" "No Jaehee, it's not." "But...you sing and have a distinctive style when on stage?" "Yes!" "I see...just like Zen! :D" "Jaehee...no baby"

Instead of trying to explain, MC sat Jaehee on the couch, connecting her phone to the TV to find one of her band's videoclips to play.

She settled on one of her favorite songs of theirs, and with a glance Jaehee's way, she hit play.

Jaehee was mesmerised; she stared at the screen, barely blinking as she took in this brand new side of MC she was witnessing, blushing as MC sang and winked at the camera, her lipstick smudged on purpose, her black ripped shirt falling off of one shoulder as if she'd been in a scuffle, her voice-how could a girl as sweet as her MC let out such a grovely voice?!

As the video ended, Jaehee remained quiet, her eyes still focused on the screen.

"So.." MC started, "What did you think?"

With an unfathomable intensity, Jaehee turned her head towards MC, pushing her glasses that'd fallen low.

"MC, I need you to show me every videoclip and concert you've got videotaped. NOW!"

She's from now on MC's number 1 fan UwU

JUMIN:

MC actually didn't tell him much about her occupation, worried how someone serious like Jumin would take it.

He knew she sings, and that she has a band, but that's pretty much it.

Not wanting to push her, Jumin simply left it at that, allowing MC to share what she felt comfortable sharing at her own pace.

He did hear her hum songs to herself sometimes, sometimes finding her on the couch surrounded by pages and music chords as she figured out new songs and lyrics.

He did sneak a peak at one of her music sheets once, reading through the lyrics with a confused frown.

"Lips like blades cut words through blood...?" he read the words aloud, looking to the paper with furrowed brows. "I see..what a wonderful metaphor MC has thought of" he smiled, setting the paper back down. He was so proud of his beloved's  talent!

Once at a buisness party, he saw an associate of his approach him and MC with his daughter in tow, a girl seemingly no older than 16.

"Mr. Han, greetings" the man started, "I'm sorry to interrupt your discussion this suddenly, but you see, my daughter saw your fiancee from across the room and insisted we come over and say hi."

The girl looked up to MC with a wide grin. "I'm sorry I-I'm a big fan! I love your music and your latest song-'Bloody Sins', I loved it so much!"

Jumin watched the situation unfold as MC chatted with the girl, even taking a 'selfie' with her that the girl squealed with joy at, and in a flurry she was gone, leaving Jumin alone with MC again.

Jumin glanced at MC, a small smile on his lips. "Bloody Sins, was it?"

MC blushed, looking away with a flustered grin. "Ah yeah um-I never told you the genre of my music, I don't think it'd be something you'll be into-"

"Metal, I assume? Or rather, judging by the glance I've happened to take at your music sheets, the chords seem more befitting of some modern form of rock. Punk rock, prehaps?"

MC stared at Jumin flabbergasted. "You...how do you even know what punk rock is?!" she couldn't help her voice raising with shock.

Jumin smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "You'll find I'm not as dull of a buisnessman as you might've thought me to be my love. If you'd do me the honor of inviting me to your next show, I'd be happy to listen to your wonderful voice live."

Jumin wearing ripped skinny jeans and leather jackets? Sign me tf UP

LUCIEL/SEVEN/SAEYOUNG:

Not only did he know who MC was from his background search on her, he was actually a fun!

He loves punk rock, its the type of music he listens to whenever he works lol, and there was something about MC's voice that he just loved

He knew MC only as she was in her videoclips and as an online persona; a strong voice, tiny and soft-spoken in a couple interviews he stumbled upon online but with heavy makeup and rocking outfits.

The MC he met in the RFA though was much different; she was soft and cute, funny but so insufferably sweet, how could an innocent girl like her belch out such badass lyrics about death and destruction?!

Not that Saeran minded it-on the contrary lol, he loved to point out the difference in online punk rock MC and his now-girlfriend MC, throwing some of her more intense lyrics her way whenever she’d try teasing him over something herself.

Still, he was her biggest supporter, talking about her online to the point of getting a hector of traction towards her band; he rarely attended her shows given his job, but when he did he’d watch her from backstage with the proudest of smiles, and sometimes…well, he’d be a bit of a prick and mess with the lighting and audios backstage lmao

Im sorry MC you’re the one that decided to date a prankster OwO

[nokomiss]

thank you for being a friend

for @jes-cher, who requested Steph+another member of the batfam doing a group costume?

“It’s a Halloween party, though, so we can just wear our uniforms and blend in.”

Steph stared. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No?” Tim said.

“You think that we can just all waltz in there in our stupid-expensive uniforms and people will just assume we got them at Party City? Have you seen a Party City costume?”

Jason snorted. “She’s got a point, Replacement.”

“I think that you’re overly complicating it,” Tim said.

Steph stared again, then turned to Jason. “You heard that, right? Tim just told me that I was overly complicating things?”

Tim sighed. “Jason, you don’t understand where this is leading.”

“Where do you think this is leading?” Steph asked, narrowing her eyes. Jason leaned back and watched the two of them, looking entirely too amused.

“You know that you love stupid group costumes,” Tim said.

“Uh, I’m pretty sure we all love stupid group costumes, we go out every night in them,” Steph said. She would not be shamed. She was among her own people here.

“I do not go out in a group costume with you losers every night,” Jason said.

“Do you or do you not have a giant bat-symbol on your shirt?” Steph crossed her arms over her chest.

Jason remained silent up until Tim snorted, at which point he jabbed a finger in Tim’s direction and said, “Not a word out of you until you’ve had a single original outfit ever.”

“Pants,” Tim sing-songed, unfazed by Jason’s threats. “I revolutionized Robin and you know it.”

“My point is, I refuse to go in the actual shitty version of my outfit, or the sexy version, so we absolutely need undercover costumes to wear,” Steph said loudly. “Besides, we all three know that my Robin uniform was the most revolutionary, not one of you fools added hair accessories. Do you have any idea how many weapons and lockpicks you can hide in a headband?”

She settled comfortably into her chair, pulling out her phone to find costume options, secure in the knowledge that she’d won the argument. 

The case was a relatively simple one -- there was word about a mysterious shipment coming through Gotham, a contact claiming the major players were going to be at a Halloween bash, and Batgirl, Red Robin, and Red Hood had all noticed the case, no one had wanted to give it up, and thus the team up had occurred.

“We’re not actually going undercover,” Jason tried to argue, but Steph just shushed him. 

“We’re doing this. Ooh! Group costume! So we can find each other!” Steph said, scrolling through different ideas. “What should we do? Rocky Horror? That meme of the lady yelling at the cat? Ghostbusters? Heathers?” 

“We are not going as the Heathers,” Tim said, rolling his eyes. “Wait, would we get croquet mallets? I can cause a lot of chaos with a croquet mallet.” Jason grinned at them.

“We’re aiming to blend in, not draw attention to ourselves,” Tim said.

Steph had to agree. “True. We get you two out there in miniskirts, and we’re gonna draw all sorts of attention.”

“Hell yeah,” Jason said, patting his own thigh proudly.

“I’ll order something low key,” Tim said.  

Steph and Jason looked at each other in dismay. “Low key?”

“You can’t go low key at a Gotham Halloween party,” Jason said seriously. “That’ll stand out even more than our shapely legs.”

“Honestly, Tim.” Steph shook her head.

Tim looked briefly heavenward, then said, “Okay, do you want to be in charge of costumes?”

“Yes,” Steph and Jason said simultaneously. They eyed each other. 

“Teamwork is a thing,” Steph said, doubtful, but she was far more doubtful in Jason’s ability to choose a group costume up to her standards.

Jason seemed to be having similar thoughts.

Tim looked between them, realized the chaos that was about to ensue, and said tactfully, “I’m going to go out, check on these sources, make sure the info’s good,” as though they hadn’t all already independently checked the sources.  

“Weak,” Jason crowed at him as he left.

That left Steph and Jason alone with all the costume ideas the internet had to offer.  It was more of a challenge that Steph would have thought. 

“You know those costumes where someone has to be the horse’s ass? I vote we pick that. Dibs on Tim being the ass.”  Jason propped his feet up on the table and looked smug, as though his idea was brilliant.

“Great,” Steph said. “Super easy to split up and find our mark dressed like that.”

“Oh yeah, the mark,” Jason said. “Well. There are plenty of options.”

They spent several minutes attempting to come up with one, but to no avail.  

Steph froze on one option, struck with the brilliance of it. “What do you think it would take to get Bruce and Damian to patrol as the Mandalorian and Baby Yoda?”

“Surely between the two of us we have enough blackmail and guilt tripping to make it happen,” Jason said, “especially since it would spawn so much more blackmail material.”

“A totally sound investment.” Steph offered up a high five, which Jason met enthusiastically.

Steph kept scrolling, hoping for a group costume inspiration that didn’t involve t-shirts and tutus, but ideas were far more elusive than she would have thought.

“You know, I’m really rethinking our stance on the Heathers outfits,” Jason said, just as Steph hit paydirt.

“I have a better idea,” Steph said, holding her phone out gleefully. 

Jason grinned.

*

“I’m sorry, Tim, you didn’t want to get recognized, right?”

Tim scowled, which made Steph frown at him and say, “You need to get into character.”

“I don’t know why you’re making me Rose,” he grumbled, adjusting his wig. 

“Because Jason is twelve feet tall, he has to be Dorothy,” Steph explained. “And you blush if you even hear a double entendre, there’s no way you could pull off Blanche.”

“I do not blush,” Tim protested.

Steph opened her mouth, and he immediately clapped his hand over it. “Stop, I regret saying that, whatever horrible thing you were just planning on announcing, just… don’t.”

“See? You, sir, are no Blanche.”

Jason laughed, adjusting the way his own dress fit over his shoulders. They had to forgo masks, but the dresses were loose enough to hide most of their costumes underneath for a quick change.  

The party was already in swing when they arrived, even though it was barely dark. The costumes were perfect-- amid all the bright spandex, colorful wigs, and knockoff superhero costumes, their grey wigs and floral old lady dresses were easy to spot. 

The mark showed up after just thirty minutes of dancing and mingling, watching and listening carefully. Steph danced up to Jason, who was nursing a drink with a comical amount of fruit skewered in it and scanning the crowd. “Got eyes on him,” she said. 

Jason tossed back the drink and set it down. Steph snagged the skewer of fruit, eating it as they danced their way back through the crowd towards the mark. Steph tapped Tim on the shoulder as they passed him, and together they followed the guy away from the dance floor and down a long dark hall. 

The guy noticed them as he was about to unlock a door, turning and saying, “Private hallway. Party’s back that way.”

“You sure?” Jason leaned heavily against the door and Steph stepped behind the mark, pressing the now-empty skewer into his back between his shoulder blades. 

“Open the door,” Tim said from the other side.

“Please tell me the goddamn Golden Girls aren’t trying to shake me down,” the guy said, clunking his head against the door. 

Steph glanced between Jason and Tim, then shrugged. “Yep. That’s what’s happening. Open the door or it happens here in the hallway, where anyone could wander by and put it on youtube.”

The guy stared at the door, presumably weighing his options, before deciding that defeat came before humiliation and opened the door.

One glance around showed that was a mistake; Steph could see multiple crates still marked with the code they’d all noticed associated with the shipments they were chasing after. Tim slid over to the desk, and stared down at the papers scattered there. Steph could tell from his flabbergasted expression that all the evidence they needed was just lying there in the open.

She pulled a taser out of her pocket and hit the guy with a jolt, sending him falling to the floor unconscious. 

“This was almost too easy, right?” Jason glanced at them.

“Shhh, don’t say that, you’ll curse us,” Steph said. “We’re going to accept that for once things are going smooth.”

Tim took photos of the evidence while Jason and Steph took samples of everything, which lined up with their assumptions about what was going on. It was easily the easiest take-down she’d had in months. Maybe there was something to be said for teamwork.

““Sophia!” Tim said suddenly, staring down at the unconscious drug runner. “I could have been  Sophia!”

“Do you really see yourself as a Sophia?” Jason said, doubt obvious in his tone.

“Do you really see me as a Rose?” Tim shot back.

Steph snickered, finding untold joy in how very seriously Tim was taking his role. “I guess we should go,” she said. They’d accomplished all the vigilantism they’d come here for. 

A pause. 

“Maybe,” Jason said, glancing back in the direction of the party, “we should stick around. Make sure nothing else nefarious is happening. The dude could have had contacts here, it was his party.”

“You just want some of those cupcakes,” Tim accused. 

“Jason has a point,” Steph said, zip-tying the mark and stepping back, admiring her handiwork. “We could call this in anonymously, and go back to the party. No one saw who took him down.”

“Plus, we all heard B mention he had a stakeout he needed someone to cover,” Jason said. “Gotta keep busy.”

Tim weighed his options, then said, “Well. I mean. You can’t just have two Golden Girls, no one would get the costumes.”

“Exactly,” Steph said, beaming. “Can’t waste a good costume.”

(Steph already had a plan for the next costume party stakeout, which given Gotham’s flair for the dramatic, would absolutely happen again -- Team Batgirl showing up as the Sanderson Sisters from Hocus Pocus, Babs leading the way with her red hair piled up in a riot of curls on top of her head, Cass bedecked in her gown her hair tucked up into a pointy hat, and Steph laughing with her blonde hair flowing free. The Golden Girls had been fun, but a missed opportunity was a missed opportunity, and Steph was going to rectify that as soon as she could.)

[kaiju-emperor]

d’Artagan (Saber) Character Concept

(d’Artagan servant outfit. Art by @angelicvangaart​ Thank so much for this amazing work! Please go give them your support)

One of the central characters of Alexdre Dumas’s classic ‘The Three Musketeers’. d’Artagan was a young woman, who dreamt of being a musketeer and traveled to Paris. There, she met the titular Three Musketeers, Athos, Porthos, and Aramis. The four would go on many adventures together, and d’artagan would come into her own as a great sword fighter. 

d’Artagan takes the form of a woman in her mid twenties, with flowing locks of brown hair. Her usual attire is the leather armor and cape of her musketeer uniform. She wields a basket hilt rapier, a parrying dagger and flintlock pistol with deadly accuracy.

d’Artagan has an easygoing and ‘rougeish’ personality. She is ‘romantic’ in the classical sense of the word, having a deep sense of honor and manners. Her tongue, and wit are sharp, offering witty quips and jibes in and out of battle. However, she knows when the time for such things is over.

As a servant, d’Artagan is a master of the blade. She was more than likely one of the greatest swordmasters of her era. She strikes with precision, and finesse over brute force. Using diversion, positioning and superior skill to win over her opponents.

(Casual d’Artagan)

Parameters

Strength:C+

Endurance:B

Agility: A

Magic Power:C

Luck A+

Noble Phantasm:A

Skills

Charisma C+:Despite not being a leader, d’artagnan has a decently high charisma stat. Her personality is infectious and she has a way with words.

Riding B+: Like most musketeers d’Artagan was trained in the art of horsemanship. She even has some knowledge about sailing thanks to her travels

Magic Resistance B: Being a saber class servant, d’Artagan is granted a high level of magic resistance. 

Noble Phantasms

Tous Pour Un: Musketeer’s Bond Rank B

A secondary noble phantasm to d’Artagan’s main one. Using this power, she can call on a phantom of one of the other musketeers. They infuse her with power, each one granting a different boon. Calling upon the power of Porthos, her Strength and Endurance stat increase, allowing her to clash with opponents physically stronger than herself. Calling upon Aramis grants her keen vision, and agility. It also summons Aramis’s trusty musket, which is a low ranked noble phantasm in and of itself. Finally, by calling upon Athos, the phantom of Athos will strike alongside d’Artagan, mirroring her moves, or defending her from harm. Allowing her incredible versatility in combat. As well as the ability to stand toe to toe with servants whose skill exceeded normal humans in life.

Un Pour Tous, Tous Pour Un: Oath Of The Musketeers Rank A

The full power and form of d’Artagan’s noble phantasm. It is a crystallization of her oath, and friendship with the other musketeers. A representation of their intertwined legend. By speaking the famous oath of the musketeers, d’Artagan creates a reality marble that is an image of the Palace Of Fontainebleau. Inside of the bounds of the reality marble, she summons the full forms of her three companions Athos, Porthos, and Aramis. All three of them are full servants in their own right and their parameters are on par with d’Artagan herself. As long as the reality marble is maintained, the four will fight together to defeat their enemy. It is here that the full power of the musketeers is seen. Within the space of the reality marble, things such as authority and divinity do not matter. All are equal within. Which allows the musketeers to harm divine beings despite not having divine weapons or divinity themselves.  

FGO version

4* Saber

Deck

Passive Skills

Riding Rank B+:Increase Quick performance by 9%

Magic Resistance B: Increases own debuff resistance by 17.5%.

Active Skills

Charisma C+ : Increase attack party attack  for 3 turns. from 8.5 to 17%

Un Pour Tous: Porthos: Increase own attack for 3 turns from 10-20% Apply Debuff Immune for 3 turns

Un Pour Tous:Aramis: Apply evade to self for two attacks. And apply sure hit to self and gain 10-15 crit stars. 

Noble Phantasm

Un Pour Tous, Tous Pour Un: Oath Of The Musketeers Rank A, Type:Arts, Anti Unit

Deals 900-1500% damage to a single enemy that ignores defense. Overcharge Increase NP gain for 3 turns from 20-40% (activates first)

Dialogue

Summon

“I have answered your call, I d’Artagan shall be your sword and your shield. Hehe, sorry that was far too formal. Let me try again. I am d’Artagan, Saber class. *leans down to kiss your hand* “Enchante, My Lord/Lady. I hope my companions and I can serve you well.”

Level Up

“ Ah je me sens déjà plus fort!” (Translation:Ah.  I feel stronger already)

Battle Start

En garde!  Prêts? Allez!  (Translation: On guard! Ready! Lets begin!)

Battle Start 2

All For One, And One For All! (Randomly said in French or English)

Attack 1

“Advance! Hah!”

Attack 2

“Attaque au Fer!”

Attack 3

“Doublé!”

Extra Attack

“Parry! Then...thrust!”

Hit By Noble Phantasm

“Gahhh I must...endure!”

Defeat

Ah! Tou...che.

First Skill Used

Transmettre mes amis! (Translation: Onward, my friends!)

Second Skill Used

Porthos! I need your strength!

Third Skill Used

Aramis! Grant me your speed!

Noble Phantasm Selected

“It is time, my friends!”

Noble Phantasm Used

“Let me show you, the strength of our bond, of our oath. The dream of our legend! All For One, And One For All! Athos! Porthos! Aramis! Fight by my side once more!”

My Room Lines

(If you have Jeanne d’Arc Ruler/Archer) “Mon dieu! Is that Jeanne d’Arc?! I was told stories of her as a child. It is such an honor to meet her in the flesh! She is truly as beautiful and radiant as I imagined.”

(If you have Chevalier d’Eon) “A fellow knight of France! It is a pleasure to meet someone who served the country as I did! To think that there would be future knights as lovely and cute as yourself! Hahaha! No need to blush!”

(if you have Marie Antoinette) *quickly bows* “I can tell just from your beauty and countenance that you are of royal blood. A future queen of France you say? So, I was right! I do seem to have a talent for reading resplendent beauties.”

(if you have Edmon Dantes) “That man... He has a dark aura about him. I feel the pain in his eyes. What must he have suffered to have such eyes?”

(if you have Astolfo) “I’ve been spending some time with Astolfo lately. They are quite the character. On the surface they seem quite strange and lack common sense. However, deep within they truly are worthy of being a paladin of the great Charlemagne”

During an Event

“It seems something exciting is happening out there, master. A festival perhaps? Let us go and see.”

Likes

“Things that I like? Hmmm. Wine, roses, books, and poetry. But the thing I love most, are women. Eh? That last one was obvious?”

Dislikes

“Dishonorable types. Backstabbers, traitors and the like. The worst types like that however, are the ones who make women cry.”

About the other musketeers.

“You want to hear about Porthos? Porthos was a boisterous man, always smiling. He had a hearty loud laugh. He was also a bit of a dandy. Always wanting to wear the latest fashions and look his best. I never knew a man who shined his boots more.”

“Aramis was a ladies man, through and through. Despite being highly religious he always seemed to find time for women. *sighs* More than once I caught him knocking boots with the nuns of various churches. But, despite all that, he was a good and stalwart friend, and he always respected when a woman was not interested in him.”

“Athos... Athos was... He was like a father to me. He was the one who taught me how to fight with a blade. I looked up to him, and loved him dearly. But, he was also a haunted man. I often found him drinking away his sorrows. Curse that Lady de Winter...”

Bond 1 “Good day to you my lord/lady. I hope you are doing well. I’m still trying to get used to this modern place. Its a lot to take in.”

Bond 2 “Walking among these halls of heroes, I feel like I’m back at the musketeer barracks again. Just without all the drills, haha!”

Bond 3: “I was not born a noble like the other musketeers. I was a simple farmer’s daughter. But I dreamed of being one despite all that. I remember arriving in Paris, my eyes wide with wonder, and head full of dreams. Ah, sorry, I’m rambling.”

Bond 4:”Hmm? You want to know more about my childhood? Well, there’s not much to tell. I was a farmer’s daughter, as I said. I grew up in the fields of France, milking cows, collecting eggs, milling grain and so on. It was a simple life. But I don’t think it was for me in the end.”

Bond 5(if male mc): “Master, I wish to offer my fealty again. You are my king, and I your loyal musketeer. You are truly a great and kind leader. I could not ask for a better lord to serve.”

Bond 5(if female mc): “Good day, my lady. I hope you’re well. I have something special planned for us today. I’ve arranged a rayshift to the rolling fields of France. A perfect place for a romantic picnic, oui?~ Shall we, my lady? There’s no need to be shy. Take my hand, ma petite fleur~”

Bond CE: “Note From The King”

Effect: “Party Quick, and Arts up by 10% “

“I remember that day. It was many years after my friends and I had drifted apart. I had been recognized for my accomplishments, despite my common birth. I was leading France’s forces against the United Provinces. During the  Siege of Maastricht, I was reading a letter signed with the royal seal. I was to be made into ‘The Marshal Of France’ the highest honor I could ever hope to achieve. I can hear the ringing of the sudden gunshot that followed. The feeling of the musket ball piercing my chest... Blood leaked from lips and I felt my life ebbing.  ‘Athos, Porthos, Aramis, adieu forever....’ “

[basscannonjack]

1-100 SPEED RUN

Ama. How could you do this to me

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

Lactose intolerant, only eat cereal dry

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

yes, but not for too long

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

i just try to remember lmao

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

don’t like coffee, drink tea plain or with some sugar

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

not as much as I used to be!

6: do you keep plants?

I have one (1) cactus that I haven’t killed in the 9 years I’ve had it

7: do you name your plants?

sometimes!

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

music or writing

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

ALWAYS

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

I generally fall asleep on my stomach and wake up on my back

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?

I HAVE YOU NOW

12: what's your favorite planet?

Neptune, probably!

13: what's something that made you smile today?

my SON asking me ALL THE QUESTIONS

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

oh god, probably a bit of a mess

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

the ISS was launched on the day of my birth, so it’s been in space *literally* my entire life

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?

just plain ol’ chicken alfredo

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

keeping it silver baybeee

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

oh man, there are so many, but i’ll go with the time that Roman got coke to fizz through my nose by making me laugh too hard

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

no journal, only very similar looking notebooks to doodle and write in

20: what's your favorite eye color?

hazel!

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

my Bag of Holding! snapped the clasp on it a few years back though

22: are you a morning person?

not at all!

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

SLEEP

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Ashe, of course

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?

I had to break into my own safe at my old job, does that count?

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

I’d say my boots, but I just got a new set, so the older ones

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?

Spearmint or wintergreen

28: sunrise or sunset?

Sunrise

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

I just love seeing my friends blush

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

yes, I won’t go into detail

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS I used to collect weird socks, now I just have a bunch of fun dress socks lmao

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

driving everyone home at 4 am and seeing other people on the road and going “you should be in bed!” at them

33: what's your fave pastry?

lemon meringue pie

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

Teddy a winnie the pooh bear that I still have!

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

I adore new pens

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?

uhhhh I’ve been listening to a lot of Rise Against and ABBA lmao

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

messy

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

nearly anything my brother does 

39: what color do you wear the most?

black or blue

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?

my claddagh ring from my grandmother, i don’t have much else from her

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?

not the last book but there was one about a girl having a single dragon finger that I remember reading so many times that I unfortunately don’t know the name of, or the Tamora Pierce Lioness series

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

Don’t like coffee!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

James <3

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

I do not :’)

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

not as much as I probably should

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

I’ve been changing my username to a different halloween themed pun for all of October, I’m all burnt out

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

Balut, it icks me out

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

heights, and yes :’)

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

I got a record player fairly recently, I have some P!atD ones, Foo Fighters, and Imagine Dragons

50: what's an odd thing you collect?

rocks

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

Bitch by Meredith Brooks for my eldest sister

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

the ones we’ve made in our server

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

all of the above except Pulp Fiction, I’m not really a movie person but I *am* a musical person

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

my dad

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?

Cotton Eyed Joe in six inch heels

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

honesty and passion in an interest

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

I just vibe and belt, y’know

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

can they both be me

59: what's your favorite myth?

the soup with a rock in it!

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

Where the Sidewalk Ends was always a good one

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?

a coffee cup drinking horn for my dad, and some painted rocks from my brother

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

it would be apple juice if I did

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

not at all

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

greyish, the sun is just about to rise

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?

My eldest sister

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

ROSES

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

give them to me, I love them

68: what's winter like where you live?

COLD

69: what are your favorite board games?

Monopoly and LIFE

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

no thanks

71: what's your favorite kind of tea?

raspberry or orange for fruit and mint

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

no, but I do write things down anyways

73: what are some of your worst habits?

I lose things all the time

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

STARDUST SOULMATE

75: tell us about your pets!

I have a Min Pin named Lily

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?

Sleeping

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

pink

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

*insert ick emoji*

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

decorated my band locker to celebrate my birthday

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

beige, but I hung up a bunch of posters!

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

when the sun hits very rich dirt where a tree used to be

82: are/were you good in school?

best in class in math with a 101.8 but I also rarely did homework so uh

83: what's some of your favorite album art?

Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

Dragon on the shoulder blade, roses on the left arm, Exalt on the right

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

webcomics! Barbarous, currently

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

:? not sure what that means

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

TREASURE PLANET

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

nope!

89: are you close to your parents?

my dad!

90: talk about your one of your favorite cities.

don’t really have a favorite, in all honesty

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

I was supposed to go see Ashe for their birthday but maybe next year!

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most?

uhhh it’s usually short enough to do nothing lmao

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

I have a friend’s bday tomorrow!

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

WORK

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

bit of both

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

INTP, Scorpio, Ravenclaw

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

last year? maybe the one before? I did! but my heart didn’t

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

How Far We’ve Come, Matchbox Twenty

The Call, Backstreet Boys

I2I, from the Goofy Movie Soundtrack (lmao)

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

the future! I’ve had my time in the past, no changing it now

[lucifermorningstarxmalereader]

After season 4 part 6

You didn’t think Lucifer fully understood girl talk and had to explain it to him at times. He tried talking about people he’s been with but you keep saying girl talk was about bad mouthing others and telling secrets, Lucifer would yell girl talk was whatever the fuck the mood was. That lead to an hour debate on what girl talk really was. It finally ended when Lucifer forgot the word for child and said meat baby and you lost it. You both laughed to the point you almost peed yourself and had to go to the bathroom.

When you returned you saw Lucifer talking with someone. You got closer and realized who it was, Mazikeen.

Lucifer pov

I was waiting for M/n to come back from the facilities when I heard the elevator doors open. Looking over to see who it was I felt all the panic in my body returned. It was Mazikeen. She looked mad, not disappointed, not resentful, nothing like that. She kinda looks hurt.

“Maz my dear, are you okay?”, I ask in hope to comfort her, it’s what M/n does to make me feel somewhat better.

“Why. Why come back? You could have stayed in hell, you could have went anywhere else but here. So tell me why you come back when my life is just starting to get good!”

Her words cut deeper than any blade I have ever used. I’m a horrible person, I have ruined her life and everyone else’s life I’ve ever interacted with. No, I can’t make this about me. I need to do what M/n does. I need to make the other person the priority.

“Whatever you’re thinking about me right now is most likely true I will not lie. I came back because I wanted to make things right, and if I go back to hell after that then so be it. Please though, are you okay, and can you ever forgive me?”, I plea with the intent of letting her now how sincere I am. I want to make things right with her, she deserves better than me.

As soon as Mazikeen opens her mouth to speak M/n enters the room. The room quickly fills with nerves and no one says anything for awhile.

“I don’t think we’ve met, I’m M/n.”

Mazikeen only rolls her eyes then leaves, well not before placing a note on the piano. When the elevator doors close I grab the note and start to read.

‘Lucifer, I need time always from you to process what you’ve done and what you’re going to do. You are my friend know that but you need to change. -maz’

Your pov

You should have stayed in the bathroom. You mean the room was big enough for five people to hang out so you would have been fine. Could eat the soap, drink the cleaning products, die because whatever you walked in on got awkward fast.

Lucifer’s really eyeing that note, “what’s it say?”

“It says we need time apart and that I need to change... she’s right.”, he spoke softly, he almost sounded defeated.

You want to make him feel better but you really don’t know what to do. You watched as he went back to the couch and sat down. You walked over and sat down next to him, touching our legs together so he knew you was there. You thought to yourself for a moment at how to help.

After awhile of thinking on ways to comfort Lucifer you realized he was asleep. Do devils even need sleep, wait. Because you’re possessing this body do you technically need sleep? Oh shit. You’re having a crisis. You lay back and take deep breaths, thinking about tomorrow and how it’ll be better than today.

Soon your eyelids grew heavy, a cocoon of warmth hugging your body. Lucifer next to you made it even better, and just like that, sleep.

“M/n get up I have a wonderful idea!”, you heard Lucifer yelling and ruining around. You wanted to tell him to shut it but ehhh.

“Okay I’m listening.”, you answered still lying down with your eyes closed.

You felt a shift in the couch as you noticed that Lucifer sat down next to you. You opened you eyes to see hope and joy written all over his dumb, cute face.

“We’re going to solve a case with the everyone in hope we can fix my relationships with them!”, he enthusiastically stated.

All you did was stare and nod along. You had no idea what was about to happen but, fuck it.

“Let me shower and get some new clothes first.”

“No time just wear one of my shirts.”

“Lucifer, you need to let people do the things they need to do.”

“Alright fine, you can rummage through my closet for something to wear.”

“I’ll be quick.”

You felt blessed as the warm water hit your skin. Well this bodies skin. You thought it very strange being in someone else’s body. You guessed you should take care of it, unlike your body. You looked to the soaps and shampoos and grew confused. There were about ten bottles and you didn’t know what any did.

After reading all the bottles and guessing on what to do you stepped out of the shower, dried off, then headed to the closet.

His closet being the size of a bedroom should have surprised you, but this was Lucifer. You looked around until you saw an outfit that didn’t look to expensive Incase you ruined it and started putting it on. You were glad this body and Lucifer’s were similar or this would have been bad. You original body was a very different. You wondered if you could ever get it back before heading back to Lucifer.

Once there Lucifer only stared at you. You thought you messed up your hair or something and quickly tried to correct it but Lucifer interrupted.

“You look, you look very good.”

Hot damn someone call a EMT because the devil himself gave me a compliment. You fought the blush creeping in as you and Lucifer heading into the elevator in order to get to the car.

Getting into the car you looked out the window and watched the world go by as you and Lucifer made your way the the precinct.





[philthepegacornfics]

“Are you Lost?” Part 2

Soul Eater x Reader

Word count: 

Trigger Warnings: (Y/n)’s mom is deceased

A/N: So the last part got a lot more notes than I expected. So here’s part 2. I hope you like it!

Part 1

“Greeting Lord Death,” Maka smiled at him.

“Ahh, Maka! How can I help you?” Lord Death asked, bouncing a bit.

“Oh, I don’t need anything, sir. I was just helping (Y/n) find their way,” she explained.

“That’s right!” Lord Death exclaimed. “(Y/n) it’s so good to finally meet you. How are you?”

“I’m doing good. It’s nice to finally meet you as well. And I’m so so so sorry that I’m late! This school is so confusing. The lay out is really weird. Well, not weird but just so symmetrical you can’t tell where you’re going. It is a beautiful school, Lord Death. I’m sorry, I just got lost,” I stumbled over my words.

“There is no issue there. Now tell me, are you a Meister of a Weapon?” He asked me.

“I’m a Weapon.”

“Good, good! Now where is your Meister?”

I looked down at my feet before answering him. “ I don’t have one.” I glanced at Maka before continuing, “But I prefer to fight on my own.”

“Is that so?” Lord Death mused.

“Mhmm. I’ve actually trained under Justin Law for about a year before I applied.”

Mentioning the blonde hair, blue eyed, wonder-boy Weapon made me remember our training days. Making me blush a little bit.

He was there when my mother passed from fighting the kesian egg. Even though he wasn’t much older than me he took me in. Picked up my training where Mom left off. He would be proud to see me standing here being accepted into the school. He would be cheering for me, embarrassing me if he was here.

A gasp came from Maka that pulled me out of my train of thoughts. She must’ve realized who I was talking about after being able to think for a moment.

“Very well,” Lord Death put his two enormous white hands together. “I’ve decided that you’ll be joining the Crescent Moon Class. Now run along so you’re not more late than you already are.”

I turned to follow a beaming Maka out of the Death Room. As soon as we were back on the guillotine path, Maka spoke. “I’m so happy you got put into my class! I can’t wait for you to meet everyone. Oh, and Kid is in that class as well.”

“Well at least I know I have a friend in my class,” I smiled.

We walked for a bit longer and passed the “Sun Room” and the board, bringing us to the “Crescent Moon Room”.

“Class is in here,” Maka said opening the door.

Looking in the room there was a bunch of students in a half circle around the teacher. All of the faces had some form of horror or disgust on them.

The teacher sitting in the middle of the room was smoking a cigarette. He had gray hair pass his eyes and a giant screw going through his head. He was holding a scalpel in his hand and was ready to cut into, what appeared to be, a bird that was strapped down to the table in front of him.

“Maka, you’re late.” He turned his head towards us. It allowed me to see stitching going down his face and off under his left eye. “And what’re you doing here?”

“Sorry Professor Stein, I was in Lord Death’s office. (Y/n),” Maka gestured toward me, “is a new student here. I was helping them around.”

“I see. Very well, have a seat Maka.” He then pointed at me and said, “you come up here and introduce yourself.”

Maka gave me a gentle smile before she walked over to her seat. She sat next to a boy with white hair that spiked out to his left. He was wearing a headband that helped him keep his hair out of his face. He had crimson red eyes that made eye contact with me. Once he did, he gave me a smile that revealed his shark-like teeth. I smiled back then made my way toward the professor.

“State your name,” the professor instructed me.

“(Y/n).”

“Are you a Weapon or a Meister?”

“Weapon.”

“Where is your Meister?”

“I don’t have one. Like Justin Law, I prefer to fight by myself.”

Professor Stein started turning the screw in his head before saying, “Interesting. What is your weapon form?”

“I’m a pair of kamas that can connect together to make a double ended-like scythe. The blades can also fold down. One for a regular scythe. Two for a staff.”

“Hmm… a very versatile weapon.” He started cranking his screw again. He then tilted his head as he continued to stare at me. Light was reflecting off of his glasses so I couldn’t see his green eyes. Which made his wide tooth bearing smile stand out even more.

He looks maddened

I took a step back as he stared through me.

“Through observation, I doubt I can wield you. Isn’t that right (Y/n)?”

I nodded.

“Would Maka be an okay fit?” he asked.

Both Maka and the white haired boy looked at me curiously at the mention of her name. I paused for a moment to think.

Do I trust her? She did help me find my way. And she’s really nice. Maybe she can wield me…

I took a deep breath and tried to put more of my trust into her. I quickly nodded toward Stein.

“Maka, come up here so we can see (Y/n) in her weapon form.”

Maka walked up next to me and whispered, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s do this,” she smiled at me encouragingly. “Start with the staff. I’m a Scythe Meister, so we’ll work our way backwards from you list.”

I smiled at her and jumped into the air, transforming into a staff. Maka caught me. She examined my (f/c) form, tilting me back and forth. Once she got use to the weight, she spun me around.

“Scythe mode!” she called out.

I released one of my (2/f/c) blades as she still spun me. Suddenly she rolled me over her shoulder and attacked the air. A wave of (f/c) was seen moving a few feet away from my blade.

Maka’s a powerful Meister.

Maka paused and looked a little stunned. The rest of the students looked amazed as well. Professor Stein was still smiling.

The boy with the white hair stood up and yelled, “Hey, why don’t you ever do that with me?”

He must be Maka’s weapon.

“Shut up, Soul!” she yelled back.

The boy sat back down and crossed his arms.

“Please continue,” Professor Stein spoke.

Maka nodded and started spinning me again and called out, “Double sided scythe!”

I released my other blade and Maka slowed down, trying to adjust to the other blade. After a moment she stopped spinning me and called out, “Kamas.”

I concentrated and split my physical being into two. I heard a few gasps from the crowd of students who saw that I didn’t have a chain keeping me together.

Maka seemed at a loss of how to use me. When I looked at her, her eyes seemed different. The green was darker and her pupils were bigger. She gasped softly as she stared at me.

“You see it too,” Professor Stein observed. “Their soul became two and they’re connected by their own wavelengths.”

“Throw one,” I instructed Maka, wanting to show off.

“Huh? Why?” she asked.

“Just do it.”

She did as I asked with the part of me that was in her left hand. Before I even hit the ground I pulled myself back toward a surprised Maka. Who almost didn’t catch me.

The rest of the class gasped. Professor Stein’s smile returned, even bigger somehow. I took it as my queue to turn back into my human form. Once I did some people in the class clapped very shortly. I couldn’t help but blush. Maka gave me another smile that I couldn’t help but return it.

“Very impressive (Y/n). Your soul and its wavelength is strong. Not to mention your ability to amplify both yours and your Meister’s and turn it into an attack itself,” the professor said.

“Professor Stein, is that what the energy wave was?” Maka asked.

“Yes,” I answered for him. “I can sometimes do it on my own too, but never that strong.”

She had an amazed look on her face and Professor Stein instructed us to go take a seat so he could continue with his dissection.

I sat down on Maka’s left while the white haired boy sat on her right.

“Hey, I’m Soul,” he introduced himself.

“Soul? As in we all have souls? S-O-U-L?” He nodded at my questions while he and Maka let out a small laugh. “That’s such a cool name!” I continued.

Soul scratched the back of his neck. A light pink dusted his cheeks, making his crimson eyes stand out even more against his pale appearance.

“It was… uhh… pretty cool what you did up there,” he complimented.

“Thank you,” I smiled while some heat rose to my cheeks.

“Liz, Patty, where’s Kid?” Maka suddenly spoke up.

Oh yeah, I forgot that Maka said that he was in this class.

The taller of two girls wearing the matching outfits spoke up, “I believe he went to the library. Said he had to look up something important.” She then continued to paint her nails a tint of purple.

“Do you know what he-” I was cut off by Professor Stein.

“Next person who speaks gets a scalpel in them.”

All of us stopped talking and started paying attention to the lesson.

[channydraws]

Diamond and FellBro

It was one of these moments. Where the prince of monsters had returned to his normal form and all sorts of different events turn about as if timelines are making a big fucking joke out of his life. As if it wasn't bad enough his Chara wasn't who he thought it was and It wasn't bad enough certain events connected with insolent people that don't know how to take orders and now...

BASH!

The boss monster felt his body flying a few feet just for his back to make friends with the floor, his body making it hard to get back up. He heard the sounds of soft footsteps coming towards him. A “monster” wearing strange Gothic like clothing with a scarf and some sort of silly headband with horns. Her arms wrapping around some sort of book to hug it against her body. She looked worried about him as she looks down towards him.

“...Asriel, please... I don't want you to get hurt because of me...” She said with such a soft voice filled with hesitation.

Asriel growls as he snaps at her with anger. “Shut up! I can handle these bastards!” 

This caused the girl to let out a frighten eep as the Boss Monster looks at the two Royal Guardsmen with an intense look of anger. Burn marks can be shown on their armor.

Royal Guard 01 spoke up. “THE PRINCE'S PRETENDER WON'T LAST LONG Y-YOU VAMPIRE ON A DIET!  WITH 02 WITH ME YOU ARE AS WEAK AS ANY OTHER MONSTER!"

Pretender? These fools think they can get away calling him that.  Well, he's supposed to be dead... But that gives them no rights to call him as such. Still...  How did this all begin?  What started all of this...?

Oh, yes he remembers now. He first met this “monster”... No, only idiots would think she's a monster.  This HUMAN came upon him...

...No, She bumped into him as if she wasn't paying attention. It went just like this. 

While he was thinking about what to do next with his current predicament, he was walking in a set path. But, there was a moment of weakness where he closed his eyes and suddenly he felt something bumping into him and a soft feminine sound that was let out. He stomps his feet as he let out a growl as he was so rudely interrupted in his thoughts. His red eyes spotting a girl who had fallen on her rear as one of her hands rub the area gently to try to sooth the pain. Before he could even speak he heard that timid voice.

“I'm...S-sorry...!” She wasn't much of a speaker as even those two words was a quiet as a pathetic mouse.

Asriel took a step closer as he gets a better look at her.  Her strange black hair with ends that had shades of pink, red concern eyes looking back at him. A light red-like scarf and a black sweater where he can tell she had a plentiful size for her chest. Along with the remaining features of her outfit, the most concerning detail were those red horns... His gaze made her react and got her even more nervous. 

“...W-what are...you staring... at?”  She said as he watches one of her hands went to the horns that his eyes look upon.  

Course this made him bring up a question while his eyes narrow to glare at her. “What is a human like you doing here in the underground?” He spoke with a cold and uncaring voice. Although as the girl stood back up she answers his question.

“H-human where?” She said as she looks to both sides as if looking for one.  “...I don't see a human?”

The goat taps his feet on the ground as his eyes do not let go of her. “I'm talking about you, idiot.”

She points at herself trying to vain ignorance. “M-me? I'm not a...a  h-human...”

He tilts his head to one of his sides. “Oh? Tell me what kind of monster are you?”

“...A vampire on a diet?”

There was a pause from the Boss Monster, staring at her as if he felt insulted that she would think such a lie would work on him. Then he spoke up once again.

“Firstly, Monsters don't normally have blood. Second, you don't look like a fucking vampire. Third, do you really believe such a lie would fool anyone?”

“Well, I-”

“Do not answer that! I don't care. Pathetic...”

“...How did you-...”

“IM NOT A FUCKING IDIOT!” He shouted at her in anger causing her to step back a few and with a quiet nervous voice she responds...

“C-can you, m-maybe n-not...s-swear like so...?”

“...”  He lets out an annoyed sigh and as he reminds silent he heard her speak up once more.

“S-say... Um, A-are you... u-uh... related to that.... goat lady...?” She asked as the goat took notice of her body shivering as if she was scared.

“You mean my mother? Toriel...?”

“...Your m-mother...?  I-I mean, yeah...Toriel was her name... um... who are you?”

“....”  He crosses his arms as he stares upon the frightened human and then answers. “Asriel Dreemurr, Prince of the monsters.”

“Asriel Dreemurr?  B-but... A-Aren't you s-suppose to be..D...De...”

Bothered by her stuttering he finishes her words for her. “Dead, Yes. Normally you would have been welcomed by a pathetic coward flower. Those times have changed and I return to my normal form. I suppose you heard the deceitful tale.”

She nods her head. “W-wait, Deceitful?”

“Don't worry about it. Now, I'll ask again. What is a human doing her-”

He was interrupted as he heard a shout.

“02! SHE'S OVER THERE! THE ONE I TOLD YOU ABOUT!”

The boss monster heard the voice as the sound of heavy armor approaches them and the soft cry of the human who went to the Boss monster's side.  

“02! SEE! THERE'S THAT MONSTER! THAT VAMPIRE ON A DIET!

02 speaks as he saw what looks like Boss Monster with her. “.....Vampire...has a friend?”

“HEY, WHO ARE YOU?!”  01 said with a surprised tone.

Before he responded Asriel looks towards the human. “.......Really?”

She shrugs with a nervous smile. “...He believed me...I didn't know he had.... a friend...”

“...Stand back, I'll deal with this idiot.”

The Boss Monster step forward with a stomp as he turns to face them. “Royal Guards!  I, Asriel Dreemurr order you to stand back!”

01 and 02 look at each other. “THE  PRINCE?! THAT VAMPIRE IS WITH THE PRINCE?!"

“...Prince?.... no....  prince dead.... impostor....yes.”

The Boss Monster growls. “HOW DARE YOU!?”

“QUIET! WE WILL GET RID OF YOU AND THEN THAT W-WEAK VAMPIRE ON A DIET!"

Silently the human girl steps backwards as she quietly standby and watches.

As the guard's steps towards them, the Boss Monster throws a few fireballs at them which only left a few burn marks.  He took notice as the fireballs seem to have no effect besides save the burn marks. As he was thinking about what to do his eyes took notice of 01 charging towards him and getting a tackle on him causing his body to fly back a few feet.

And there he was laying down, his body refusing to move from the shock of being bash by such a large heavy armor clad monster, the human looking down at him worried about his well-being and hearing such words that will hurt his pride. His subjects to call him a pretender. Do they really want to die so badly? Fighting his body he slowly gets up and gets back on his feet.

“I told you to stand back, didn't I!? Idiot! I'll take care of it... Just watch or whatever I don't care!”

The Royal Guards watches as the pretender gets back up. “01... he back  up....team attack.”

“YES! PRETENDING TO BE THE DECEASED PRINCE IS DEATH!”

Asriel's eyes widen as 01's sword came at him forcing him to sidestep where 02 was ready to cut him in half although Asriel not underestimating them this time quickly dodges and counter attacks 02 with a large fireball that strikes at his armor. It may only have left a large burn mark but Asriel had a plan to deal with the royal guards. Although he felt a strong punch from 02 connecting. A hit across the face. Causing him to step away as 01 goes in for another tackle but this time Asriel throws a more potent fireball at 01's helmet causing him to struggle and forcing him to move the wrong way from where the prince was standing.

Although with 02 seeing his partner being attacked he closed into the Boss Monster and recklessly tried to slash at him with his large sword. With the recklessness, Asriel was able to predict its attacks and dodge efficiently.

While this was going on the “vampire on a diet” was making quiet gestures as if cheering on the Boss Monster hoping he will pull through and maybe believe if she cheers him on it will help him win. Asriel caught a glimpse of it as he was dodging 02's attack making the girl have a small blush as his gaze met her eyes. He rolls his eyes and got close enough to 01 where he lured 02 to accidentally strike at his partner's armor leaving a scar on it. Although the blade did not penetrate through it. It did cause a reaction from 02.

“You made me...  hit 01...!

“DUDE! IT'S OKAY!...”

“01...okay,... another.... team attack... let's kill him...”

Asriel found himself having one in front of him and one at his back with both of them pulling out their swords and attacking simultaneously and in perfect contrast to cover their blind spots making it difficult for him to dodge. With each dodge, he was able to pull he throws a fireball at one of them and switches back and forth with each dodge. Though he lets out a grunt as he felt the blade cutting into his sweater and making a wound on his arm,  then the side of his torso and the tip of 02's blade slashing at his forehead although he took notice of their team attack slowing down with each moment and with every fireball that hits. Though he wasn't expecting both of them to go right in for a punch striking at both his gut and his spine, then 02 throwing the goat towards the girl. The Boss Monster didn't allow himself to make friends with the floor this time and barely kept himself standing.

Asriel was taking deep breaths as the girl paused her cheering as she looks over. Asriel seemed to be in a bad spot. Her red eyes catching the wounds on him with his arm wiping on his forehead... Dust spilling out from wounds. If there was anything else she could do for him...- but as she thought about it she heard the boss monster speak. As she took another look at the guards who were standing side by side looking as exhausted as Asriel although something else seems wrong with them... were  they... sweating?”

02 spoke to the monster they believe was an impostor. “...You... Done?.... Time.... for you.... to die...”

“YEAH...  WE GOT YOU... NOW!!” 01 speech was delayed as if indicating how tired he was.

Asriel smirks as he lets out a sinister laugh that scared the girl. “You do? You both really are idiots...  I am disappointed that you two are EVEN part of the Royal Guard.”

“LIKE, WHAT ARE  YOU...TALKING ABOUT... WE GOT YOU ON LIKE...THE...ROPES!”

The boss monster points at them with a smile, and soon to the guard's surprise fireballs started to appear like magic near the Boss Monster. It was just a few than a few because many and then many became overwhelming and they were quite large.

“Fireballs...  more?.... so... what?”

“YEAH DUDE!  OUR ARMOR CAN ... WITHSTAND THE DAMAGE!”

“I know... But, surely you must have noticed it been getting rather hotter for you?”

“S-SO...”

Asriel lets out another laughter that this time scared the Royal Guards. “With the amount I have created and how potent they are. These fireballs will be enough to cause your armor to be your own personal oven that I'll compare the heat as if you were in the lava in hot lands. You'll both burn to death in an instant! HAHAHAHAHA~!”

This threat made the two guards hold onto each other's hand tightly as if scared for each other's life. What is this monster? How could he still be standing?  How could he be able to make all of those fireballs like their king... Are they really going to die here?

Quickly Asriel felt his uninjured arm being grabbed by one of the human's arm and which pull his arm against her chest to stop him. “A-Asriel, Y-you can't do that! Y-you can't...k-kill them!”

He felt the soft feel of her chest against his arm yet his focus reminds on the guards. “Why? They wanted to kill us. I think it makes sense to kill them.”

“D-DUDE!...UH... L-LIKE SORRY! WE'RE SORRY...!  r-RIGHT 02!?”

“...Yes... we …. sorry...  don't kill... us....”

“S-see, Asriel... t-they don't pose a threat a-anymore...!”

“...” Asriel stood silent for a moment and then let out a sigh. “...Both of you, leave before I change my mind.”

02 and 01 looks at each other. “LIKE, BYE! THANK YOU, VAMPIRE ON A  DIET!”

“... thank you... vampire...”

and with that, the guards retreated and soon was out of sight from the two of them. Once Asriel could not see them anymore his fireballs disappear.

“You make some good use after all...”

The girl looked surprised by the Boss Monster's words. “..H-huh?”

“...I'm saying you have use, Idiot! You made it so they would make sure they would surrender rather than fight to the death. As well, they are thankful to you. They shouldn't bother you anytime soon.”

“...you mean, you weren't...”

“...forget it.”

"...hmm....” She paused and then spoke a single world. “...Diamond...”

“What are you saying?”

“...Diamond... it's my... name.” she said as she holds his arm tightly against her chest as she kept hold of her book with her free hand.

He looks towards her with narrow eyes.  Looking down at her. “Idiotic name... Can you let go of me before I make you.”

“ ...ah...?” She looks down as she took notice of her holding onto his arm against her bosom. Making her slightly embarrassed. “...oh... s-sorry!” 

“...I don't-” He paused himself as he took notice of her book as she brings it back to her holding it with both arms. “...What is that?”

“This...  oh... my.......uh.......  sketchbook...”

“...You draw?”

“....I do, in my... free time...”

“Good for you. Diamond, idiot. You're staying with me.”

Her eyes widen with surprise as she heard his words. “W-why...?”

“Because you are so weak and helpless. If I allow someone to hurt you. It would reflect poorly on me...and I WILL NOT allow my pride to be diminished because I allow an idiotic human to be killed more so now people will know I defended you once and thinks we are friends.”

“uh...  um...” She looked nervous. Did he mean what he said or does he really care about her? Then again he sounded like he was  gonna let those guards live right?”

“...can I ask you..... something Asriel...?”

“You get this one question.”

“...okay uh... were you gonna let them go anyways...?”

He glares at her with narrow eyes and then turns to his side. “I'll only tell you this, Diamond. You can't solve problems by just being nice. That doesn't mean you can't show MERCY at the same time.  Does that work for you?”

She nods her head happily. He seems so tough but deep down Asriel was a good person in heart. Maybe he was raised to be so tough and he learns some lessons before she met him. Perhaps one day she would find out more about him “...Yes...  T-thank you, Asriel.”

He lets out a growl as a small blush was seen on his face. “Whatever! Idiot! Dumbass! Just come along with me and stay close! Can you at least follow that?!”

With a smile on her face and with a more joyful tone, she spoke up. “I can... just let me take care of those wounds. I can try to help... it's the.... least I can do...”

“...you're so annoying!  I can handle it...  But, you better fix up my sweater. You got it?!”

She then responds with a small giggle. “I got it.” 

With that Asriel and Diamond had their own little adventure together, what more may happen with the two of them. Well... those are stories for next time.

THE END!

(I-It's not like I wanted to P-pair up Diamond and Fellbro... B-baka!)

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Fellbro's secret harem has expanded-

Even though he calls them bakas.

[whiskeyworen]

Halloween Festivities

There's one great thing about Tyria. Cyrus reflected as he sipped his whiskey. He smiled to himself, trying to surpress the chuckle that he knew would draw an odd look from the big bartender nearby. Halloween isn't just one day here. It's a damned -- literally! -- month!

Sure, there were significant downsides to a month long Halloween; haunted magical doors opening into the Mists randomly were one of the BIG ones. And having the Mad King appearing in several locations at once around Kryta was another. Last year Cyrus had dodged his way out of a Mad King Says 'game' -- a game that he witnessed more than one person being slammed to the ground by flaming pumpkin heads with enough force to leave them winded -- and into the Labyrinth.

That was a mistake; Not only did he witness Tenna running around and having her 'fun' with the lunatic hordes ( H.P. Lovecraft certainly got some elements right with 'The Festival', at least in that regard), as gory as that was. At the same moment the Mad King was playing his game in the real world, he was ALSO standing there, towering over the Labyrinth, facing off against his revolting, Joker-esque son.

This year, Cyrus resolved to stay away from the festivities as much as possible, but there were some absolutely wonderful parties going on. Costume parties. His 'friend' in the Whispers, that pale sylvari with the terrifying magenta eyes, had invited him and a Plus One to a private get together.

It helped that his companion for the night, his 'date', if the word was to be used, was also a Whispers agent. Certain hands were shook, as it were. It was all good.

Which is how he ended up waiting in the bar. A few weeks ago he'd discussed his costume design with Verula and the ship's AI, Aspect, and they'd come through with, presenting him with the outfit a couple of days ago. He straightened up a bit, running his hand over the sleek, black jacket with its golden gilt filigree, amazed at how well it fit. Remind me to compliment both of them again! This fits wonderfully.

"My, that's quite the outfit Cyrus." Came a familiar voice from behind him. Mixed into the amusement was a note of actual approval. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were going to some fancy ball."

He turned, smirking, to greet his 'date'. "Well, I thought about wearing that Mist suit Tenna designed, but it's bulky. Not exactly relaxation friendly." With a gesture, he indicated the lines of the suit. "This...on the other hand, is perfectly acceptable. Plus, it makes me look damned good."

Moryggan raised an eyebrow, a small smile quirking her lips. "Well, not to boost your ego, but it does look very nice. Very regal, maybe even noble." She rolled her eyes a bit, sighing. "If only that were the truth about you."

"Hey..." He frowned petulantly, crossing his arms. She giggled, shaking her head.

"I'm only toying with you." She admitted. "It's a very handsome outfit."

"Thank you." The frown disappeared, and for the first time Cyrus saw what Moryggan had on. "Oh... wow. That's, um..."

"Do you like it?" Moryggan did a slow spin, the shredded tassels, inscribed in tainted runes swirling around her. Her natural minty green sylvari glow lit up every bit of exposed skin she had, almost like glowing tattoos all over her body. It actually worked very well. But...

"That's...uh... that's a lot of exposed skin." Cyrus tried not to stare, averting his eyes a bit. He coughed into his hand, trying to cover the blush that suddenly rose in his cheeks. "Are you really going to be comfortable in that tonight?"

"It's a costume party. There's probably going to be someone dressed as Lord Faren for crying out loud." Moryggan grinned...and then they both winced and shuddered at the thought of anyone pulling a Faren. "Ugh. Okay, wrong example."

"Yeah. Let's..not mention that ever again." Cyrus agreed, desperately wishing for a bit of brain bleach. Other than adoring noble girls, absolutely no one in the known world wanted to see any MORE of Faren, who had not yet abandoned his bathing suit -- which Cyrus had reluctantly referred to as a 'banana hammock', much to his distaste -- since he returned to health from the assault on Joko's fortress at Kourna.

"So, are you ready to go to the party?" Moryggan asked. Cyrus nodded, and they headed out the passage to the street. "I hope we can take in some of the sights before we reach it, though." "Well, if you want, we can." He replied reluctantly. "Can we skip seeing Droobert though? I just find that depressing." "Agreed." As they reached the street, she linked their elbows, clasping his arm. "... So what is your costume, anyway? A noble?" Cyrus shook his head. "It's as close as I could get made to an outfit my favorite novel character wore." He chuckled. "Hero of the Imperium: Ciaphas Cain." Moryggan tipped her head, considering the golden filigree. This close, she noticed that the buttons had a little skulls engraved on them, and on the breast there was a double-headed eagle icon; blind on one head, the other head had a small diamond for its eye. Looking down, she could see the skulls-and-eagle theme was repeated throughout the outfit. "Hm... name doesn't ring a bell. What did he do?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "He tried for a peaceful, uneventful life in the military, and fell upward, going from one horrible, world-shattering mission after another, succeeding amazingly every time, much to his own surprise. Declared a Hero of the Imperium, all the while he was fully convinced he didn't deserve any of the glory."

"That...sounds strange." She looked at him, the smile on his face. "How is he a hero then?"

"He's not, really." Cyrus just smiled. "The way the world saw him was this tall, proud, masculine, brave, powerful man that never swayed and was the shining example of an upstanding soldier. The truth... in his own memoirs and some of his closest friends' admissions... was that he was an absolutely normal man. The same vices, the same pains, and more than the same amount of fears. He just hid it well, was very lucky, and had some very good friends."

He looked at her, smirking, one eyebrow raised smugly. "He was also quite the ladies' man. And never seemed to have any issues, given he kept moving around."

"Ohh, so he's a heartbreaker." She poked his side as they passed by some kids dunking for apples in a cauldron. "He surrounded himself with women and got away with it, did he?"

"I seem to remember him saying something about being a master of 'letting them down gently'." Cyrus laughed, jumping a bit at her poke. "I don't like THAT aspect of him, but... as a guy, I'm mildly envious of his luck with the ladies."

As they crossed the Piazza, chatting with fellow costumed individuals, Moryggan kept getting the lion's share of the compliments. More than one guy, and even a few ladies gave a low whistle at her hip-high leather boots, even if they DID end in hooves. More than one set of roving eyes ran over her gently glowing form as she walked with Cyrus. And more than one had envy in their eyes.

"I think they like your costume." Cyrus mumbled into her ear as they wandered the passage to the bridge near the Eastern Ward. The party was being held in the Guild register building, in its vast atrium.

"I should hope so. It took an hour of careful conjuring to form this illusion." She whispered back.

That gave him pause. It physically stopped him just before they headed over the bridge, and Moryggan kept walking, as if she hadn't noticed. "Wait...what do you mean 'illusion'? That entire outfit is a mesmer glamour?"

She stopped, turning to look over her shoulder at him, a smile as smug as his own from before on her face. "Of course! There's no way some parts of this would have stayed together on its own. Or in the right places. Add to that I was having a hard time thinking of something to make when I ran out of time. So I used the last hour to make the glamour illusion of this outfit." She turned to face him, hands lightly on her hips. "So I'm rather glad people are enjoying this one."

There was something that was nagging at Cyrus's mind, as he looked at her outfit. But what was it?...There's so much skin. Is that all illusion too?... And then a light went off in his head. "Moryggan..."

"Yes?" She replied innocently. She'd seen that realization hit him; as much as he liked to think he dissembled his emotions, Moryggan had instantly seen that certain things broke his mask in a delightful way.

"....if that's an illusion, then exactly what ARE you wearing?" He asked slowly.

Her smile broadened, and she turned away, letting him see the minty glow pulsing from the base of her spine outward. She couldn't hide it, but the speed of the pulse was slightly faster than normal, and a bit brighter. "....well, if I have too much to drink, perhaps you'll find out?"

She giggled, and looked back at him, seeing his mouth drop open. "Though, I would suggest that we get back to the inn before I lose control of the glamour. It's easy to maintain, but..."

Moryggan tipped her head, making an amused sound, before walking off, a bit of a bounce in her step. Cyrus stood there, his mind locked onto the image of Moryggan losing the illusion and...

"Whoa, wait up Mory!" He called, running to catch up with her. "Slow down!"

Her pleasant laughter was the only response.

---- Author’s note: This is totally non-canon... well, okay, maybe half way. I’m actually starting to ship these two. Which me distinctly envious of my in-game character. LoL. This fic was just thrown together, so take it with a grain of salt. Also, I just kind of wanted to show off Moryggan with her glow fully on, and just how pretty it looked. That, and Cyrus really does look great in that Courtier outfit. All that’s missing is a peaked cap and a laspistol. I’m still working on the chainsword, since they exist in game in about four different designs. (IRON BEAST BLADE!!)

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Winter Song

Ch: 7 Merry Christmas Darling

Chapters: 7/31 Word Count: I,707 Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017) Rating: Teen Warnings:  None Summary: Sometimes, it takes some ice to thaw a relationship that’s been frozen for decades. Pippa invites Hecate to spend a holiday evening at a village celebration.

Notes: Only one day late! I hope to get back on track over the weekend, but I’ve hit the perfect storm of IRL holiday commitments and prompts I didn’t get done ahead of time.

This story is part of the B-Sides: Stories from the world of Hecate’s Summer Playlist series. It is a prequel to Hecate’s Summer Playlist.

Merry Christmas Darling is a great old Carpenters song.

Thanks again to Sparky, who only mocked me a little for sending her the draft at 4 am this morning. 

Pippa hesitated, hand poised just over Hecate’s door. She was second-guessing herself again. Or third, or fourth or tenth-guessing herself. She already had her hand raised to vanish the pink hold-all when the door flew open. “Hecate!” She stumbled back, startled. “I was just about to knock!”

Hecate smiled, eyes darting to the bag and back up to Pippa’s face. “Do come in,” she said, wincing.

“Don’t mind if I do, darling.” She swept past Hecate, squeezing her arm just above the elbow. Pippa dropped her hold-all onto Hecate’s sofa before unzipping her powder pink quilted jacket.

“You’re looking different tonight,” Hecate said, wincing again. “I mean… Ordinary clothes suit you, ughhhh…” Hecate turned away, huffing out a gust of breath. “I’m sorry… I’m trying to say that you look very nice tonight.”

Pippa grinned broadly. “Thank you, Hiccup.” She wanted to say more but knew she shouldn’t push. Hiccup was trying - she’d offered a compliment on Pippa’s outfit.

“May I get you something to drink? Tea? Or a glass of wine?” Hecate asked, her voice rising.

Pippa could see that Hecate was getting flustered. “Not just yet, darling. In fact, I was wondering if you might be willing to forego our chess game tonight? I thought –”

“Yes… that would be fine, you’re busy – especially this time of year. I understand if you need to cancel; I’m only sorry you didn’t save yourself the trip by mirroring.” Hecate’s voice, though pitched higher than usual, was steady. She couldn’t quite hide the gloss on her eyes, though she tried.

“No, Hiccup. Darling. You don’t understand at all.” Pippa laced her fingers through Hecate’s and pulled her over to sit on the sofa. Holding Hecate’s eyes with her own, Pippa waited until she knew that Hecate was listening to her. “I don’t want to cancel our evening. Not at all.” She let that sink in until Hecate nodded. “I was just rather hoping you might consider a different activity.” She released Hecate’s hand and unzipped her hold-all, pulling out two pairs of ice skates, one pink, the other black. “I had such a good time when we went in to town the other night, so I looked up the goings-on in some of the other villages in the area. There’s a Holiday in the Park that starts tonight in Foxmoor Glen. There’s to be carolers, a tree-lighting and an ice-skating rink. What do you say, Hiccup? Would you like to go? It’s all right if you’d rather stay in and play chess. As long as we’re together, I’m pleased.”

Pippa could see Hecate mulling it over. She tried not to look too eager; after all, if Hecate didn’t actually want to go, she didn’t want to force her. Neither would have an enjoyable evening. Finally, Hecate nodded. “I think that would be quite pleasant.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I’d love to,” she tried again.

“Brilliant! Let’s find you some proper skating clothes, then.”

****

“Are you ready?” Pippa asked, double-knotting the lace of her skate. Done, she stood, balancing on the blades and letting her ankles get used to the wobble. “I don’t remember the last time I went skating. Maybe that time we went into town our fifth year?” She watched as Hecate finished tying her own skates, admiring the way she looked in smart black t

“That’s the last time for me, I’m sure,” Hecate said, drily. She pushed herself off the bench, testing her balance on the blades. “Are you sure you don’t want me to charm the skates to keep us from falling?”

Pippa’s laugh rivaled the tinkling of the sleigh bells jingling on the horse-drawn carriage nearby. “That’s half the fun, Hiccup, the risk of bodily harm. C’mon… we’ll stay by the wall the first few laps.” In spite of her bold words, Pippa stepped gingerly onto the ice, sliding her skates in short, awkward strokes, grabbing the wall after only a few feet. She turned around, expecting to find Hecate still outside the rink. Instead, she nearly lost her skates when Hecate was right behind her, off the wall, sure and steady on the ice. “Of course, you remember how to skate, why wouldn’t you?” Shaking her head, Pippa pushed off from the wall. “Let’s go then…”

They took a rickety first lap around the rink, Hecate’s muscle memory returning much quicker than Pippa’s – much to Pippa’s chagrin. By the second lap they were both moving much more confidently, though perhaps not as quickly as other skaters. Pippa watched a cute couple skating past, hands clasped between them. She must have been looking a bit too wistfully, because when Pippa turned back to Hecate, she saw the look of hurt flickering across her face. “Hiccup?” She skated over to Hecate’s side, careful not to get too close. “What’s wrong?” She placed a hand on Hecate’s forearm, pulling her to a stop. “What is it?”

Hecate grinned ruefully and kept watching the couple make their way around the rink.  “It’s nothing, Pipsqueak, just… I want you to know that I understand if you’d rather be here with someone else; it would make a lovely place for a…date.”

“A what?” Pippa followed Hecate’s eyes, finally realizing that Hecate was focused on the now kissing couple. She couldn’t help it, she threw back her head and laughed, causing her skates to fly out from under her and landing her on her backside on the ice. Hecate was by her side at once.  “Oh, Hiccup…” she gasped, once she could speak again, “I promise you, darling, I am here with exactly the person I want to be here with.” She held out a hand and let Hecate help her back to her skates. Once up, Pippa pulled Hecate into motion, keeping their gloved fingers entwined for the next three laps, dropping them only when some racing children spun them around.

“Merlin’s rusty cauldron,” Hecate growled, grabbing Pippa’s arm to make sure the blonde stayed on her skates. She looked at Pippa, shocked to find Pippa staring back at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Pippa steadied herself on her skates, lifting her chin in challenge.

Hecate raised one slender eyebrow, but shifted on her skates, digging one toe into the ice, preparing to push off. “Once around the rink, then first to the exit? Loser buys the snacks?”

“You’re on, Hardbroom,” Pippa said, pushing off “GO!” Both witches raced away, laughter trailing behind them.

****

“Not the worst job I’ve seen today,” the nurse said, smiling as she finished wrapping gauze around Pippa’s palm. “Don’t know what you were thinking, dearie.”

Pippa flexed her fingers, wincing as the gauze stuck and pulled against the raw, scraped ice burn covering her palm. “I was thinking I was going to win,” she chuckled. “Would have done, too, if that boy hadn’t cut me off.” Instead, Pippa found herself sitting in the first-aid booth, getting her hand patched up while Hecate was off somewhere with Pippa’s wallet, choosing snacks that would no doubt be healthy and sensible. She sighed. Too bad… she’d really hoped for some caramel popcorn.

“Here come’s yer friend now,” the nurse said, pointing through the crowd at Hecate.

Pippa watched Hecate weaving her way through the mass of people, hands full as she carried a cardboard tray with drinks and brightly colored boxes. “Feeling better?” Hecate set the tray down and handed Pippa a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

“Mmmm….” Pippa breathed in the heavenly scent of the chocolate. “I am now… I just knew you were going to bring back something healthy, like a spinach smoothie or kale chips.” She sipped at the hot chocolate, sending a quick, silent spell to cool it to just the right temperature. “Perfect.” She eyed the colorful packages. “And what other treats did you bring?”

Smirking, Hecate opened the boxes. “Cinnamon roasted pecans – still warm.” She held out the box, her smirk softening into a gentle smile as Pippa plucked out a few pecans and popped them into her mouth.

“Heavenly,” she said, munching. “What else?” The next box was filled with a rainbow of saltwater taffy pieces, wrapped in waxed paper. “Lovely, I’ll save that for later.” She eyed the last box.

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t want what’s in here,” Hecate teased. “Nothing you’d be interested in.”

Pippa batted her eyes furiously, “Please?” Hecate held out for a moment before opening the last box and revealing a tiny mountain of caramel popcorn. Pippa squealed and snatched the entire box off the tray. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She shoved an entire handful into her mouth, moaning most inappropriately at the sweet, salty crunch. Mouth full, she winked her appreciation at Hecate, winking again when she saw the way it made her blush.

****

It was late when Hecate finally stepped out of her small bathroom, warm and relaxed from the bath, wearing the soft, fluffy robe that she would deny to anyone that she even owned. Walking towards the bed, she spotted an unfamiliar object on her nightstand. Out of habit she looked up, reaching out with her magic to check not only the castle wards, but her personal wards as well. Everything seemed to be in order. Stepping closer she could see that it was a snow globe. Pippa.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Hecate picked up the snow globe and gave it a twist. Glittering snowflakes swirled around a cluster of ice skaters on a tiny, tree-lined pond. She noticed a key for winding on the base and twisted it, smiling as the melody to “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” began to play. As the music played, the skaters began to move around the pond, spinning and twirling as they circled. Hecate wound it a couple more turns before returning it to the nightstand. She crawled under her covers and rolled onto her side, magicking out the lights before resting her chin on her hand. There was just enough moonlight that she could still see the tiny skaters circling the pond. She fell asleep listening to the music and dreamed of hot chocolate, ice skating, and Pippa.