#can just imagine them chilling together like. oh hes started hallucinating !! lets go!!!! oh shes enshrouded by her own personal philsophy!!

[salad-storm]

Daedalus arc so funny to me. Firstly just the fact it's called daedalus - yeah bro I'm sure you're a genius scientist/inventor about to lose something crucial. Secondly. Imagine you're bored so you and the gang get together to take these three random critters and make them Worse. Worse in your image and the image of your god. Like alright guys have fun !! I'm sure that's a fun way to spend your time as a no longer human fear creature

[bloodyhell-lucifer]

Daddy is the devil | Lucifer Morningstar

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is one of Chloe’s best friends and they haven't seen each other for a long time so the decision was made. Finally a sleepover at Chloe’s house since Chloe has a day off of work and Dan took Trixie with him to have some dad-daughter time. What they didn't know is that Lucifer will come with unexpected visit and reader’s shirt will cause such a mess.

Warning: language, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, daddy kink, +18

Based on this request: Hello, I hope you are doing well, I would like to politely request a one shot (or more if it inspires you, you do you) from Lucifer, you can do whatever you want with it, reader insert, oc, smut, no smut, totally up to you but I would like it to involve Lucifer meeting/seeing the reader/character (preferably female, gender neutral is also fine) wearing that crop top from Blackcraft that says “Satan Is My Daddy” please and thank you

Notes:

Thank you so much for this request sweet anon! I couldn’t wait to write it down because this idea was so cool.

To be honest it’s my first real one request so I’m pretty excited and also this is my first smut so I’m not so proud about it. I think I don’t know how to write them. Someone teach me?

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You and Chloe had everything planned for tonight. When you were talking on the phone to discuss the details you decided to have a movie night with some alcohol. You bought some wine, chips and sweets for you and your friend to have some snacks. Feeling of excitement was huge about finally seeing your friend after such a long time. You showed up at Chloe’s door about seven pm ringing a bell to her door. After few seconds the door were open and Chloe lean out from behind of it.

“Oh my god hi girl, so good to finally see you.” she enveloped you in a big hug wrapping her hands around your neck.

“Hi Chloe, long time no see.” you hugged her back. With a gesture of her hand she invited you inside and you stepped in.

After two hours you two were slightly drunk and making fun comments over character that was on the screen of tv during the movie.

“So tell me Chloe, some time ago you were taking to me on the phone about that guy you were working with that just have some attitude and always have something to tell and joke about. What was his name again? Lucian?” You asked her taking other sip from glass of wine.

“Lucifer to be exact. His name is Lucifer.” on her face appeared frown and she raised her brows. “Why you asking?”

“Just asking. You like him?” Hint of concern could be felt coming from your lips.

“Of course I like him. I work with him. He’s my partner.” she responded and nervously began to rub her hands against her thighs.

“You know that’s not what I meant. Is he that handsome that it’s bothering you?” you got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to pour yourself another glass of wine since you finished the last one.

“Please stop. He’s definitely not my type. He’s arrogant, has got a big ego and always have that stupid smile on his face every time we go somewhere.” She folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.

“Oh I hope I’ll meet him someday. I want to know who’s working with my best friend.” you winked at her and laughed along Chloe.

“Some day for sure.” Chloe was praying that this whole Lucifer topic will end with that. “Tell me you have someone?” She tried to change the topic of that conversation.

“Of course not. Some time ago I had a date with this guy named Brian but it didn’t go well and I lost hope for finding someone.” You said going back to couch and putting your glass on the coffee table that was in front of you. “Listen I’m gonna go and change because this jeans are so uncomfortable and I’m losing my shit with them” You grabbed your bag and went to bathroom to change. You picked your normal pjs which were just crop top with caption ‘Satan is my daddy’ on it and black bottoms.

“Oh Jesus Y/N what a shirt” Chloe blurted as soon as she saw you.

“It’s just a crop top Chloe. Can you just chill? We are already drinking a second bottle of wine and you still seem so stressed about something.” You declared after seeing her sitting so tense. One of the movies you’ve chosen was still playing in the room and none of you was watching it so Chloe switched it to music channel.

“Y/N I’m so sorry. I know I screwed this up. I’ve been stressed about work and Trixie and I don’t know what to do. I hoped I will invite you, we will have fun together after long time and this feelings would go away, but I guess it doesn’t go away and I can’t have fun. I messed up” she sighed and got up from the couch to just stand in front of you having her hands on your shoulder.

“We’re all humans after all, Chloe. I get it and I understand. You don’t have to worry. We can talk about it if you want and we still have time to make it fun. Go get change into your pj’s and and I’m expecting you turning back with a smile on your face.” You smirked to her and went up to set new snacks on coffee table.

When Chloe returned she didn’t have time to say anything because the bell from the door rang immediately.

“Did you invite anyone else?” You asked curiously.

“Of course not. Just you and me. No one else.” She added going to the door to check who was that. You were just standing right behind her.

She opened the door and Chloe saw the the last person she wanted to see today.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed and it was obvious that she didn’t want that person’s presence. You still couldn’t see who that person was.

“Oh don’t be so rude detective. I was in the neighbourhood and I thought that I’ll stop by with a visit.” You heard men’s strong deep voice with a British accent.

Chloe was so tired of this. She didn’t have strength to fight with that man and let him in and then you saw him. The man was a lot taller than you, shit he towered over you. You were so shock seeing that handsome man that you though that you were having a hallucinations seeing a Greek god. He had pitch black hair with little stubble. His hazel brown eyes were twisting into yours like he wanted to see every inch of your soul. Of course his devilish smile was there too to give him another hundred points to looking too fuckin’ good. He was dressed in fancy black suit and black button up that hugs his body so perfectly. You could see from distance that under all that suit he must be having a nice, trained body. Is that legal to look that handsome? You though to yourself.

“Bloody hell detective, I didn’t know you were having a company.” He sent you an evil grin and came into your way. Chloe stood there and she was about to say something when that man spoke to you.

“Hi, my name is Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” He stepped closer to you and took your hand in his. He kissed the top of your hand.

“Like the devil?” You asked and you didn’t know if to laugh or to start panicking.

“Don’t bring my dad into this darlin’. Yeah, like the devil.” He still was having that smirk that could knock you off of your feet by any second. “And you are?”

“I’m Y/N” you gulped suddenly feeling naked under Lucifer’s gaze.

“Oh that’s a real beautiful one” he responded and lean in just to be few centimetres away from your figure. He took one of strands of your hair and put them behind your ear whispering to you. “I really like your shirt baby.”

You wanted to say something, anything but you just couldn’t. You didn’t want to believe that is was that guy Lucifer that you were asking Chloe about.

“Okey enough, Lucifer. Leave Y/N alone. What do you want?” Chloe closed the door behind him and asked Lucifer with frown on her face and furrowed brows. She had her hands on her hips and she really looked like she was not in the mood for such things.

“I said loud and clear I came just to check on you, but now as I see your friend I might want something.” He chuckled and looked at you again. You were so intimidated by his presence that you were looking down at the floor in that moment with blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Can you stop being the perv that you actually are? If you don’t stop you’ll have to leave.” She urged staying in the hallway. Chloe really was pissed off.

“Okey dokey.” Lucifer raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender and he stepped back from you and went to the living room and you and Chloe follow along.

“Okey ladies, let’s start the night properly” Lucifer loud voice echoed through the room and you already had known that you gonna regret it later.

Chloe told you and Lucifer that she had enough of drinking and that’s it. She was not the one to convince so you and Lucifer were left to the alcohol that still was in the house. After another two bottles of wine and another two hours later in the night Chloe’s phone started buzzing and within moments she went to grab it and answered the call leaving the room. You knew you two were pretty drunk but you could still manage with yourself. Lucifer on the other hand after that two hours ended up with his shirt half unbuttoned and messed up hair after you challenged him to do so. You couldn’t get your eyes off of him sitting like that with his legs spread out and your whole body was screaming to straddle his lap. You though you were going to drool yourself at sight of his muscular torso. You felt pretty damn wet in your panties after sights like this.

“Guys I’m leaving for now. I’ll be right back but Dan called me saying that Trixie is burning up and probably having a fever. I’m going to pick her up. I have already ordered a taxi. Please don’t do something stupid. Y/N, I’m counting on you” Chloe shouted to you putting on her shoes, already changed and slumming her front door shut.

“Guess we have some time alone sweetheart.” Black-haired man said to you turning his head towards you. He put one of his massive hands on your thigh and you sighed after his touch touching your sensitive skin. Your knees were touching and you felt shiver running down your spine. His face was millimetres away from yours. The pad of his thumb running across your bottom lip making you tremble. Your breath hitched as Lucifer smirked at you.

“What do you say baby girl? I know you want me.” He seductively admitted. His deep voice echoing through your years. You felt like you were in trance. Thoughts and consequences be damned, you wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anything, and fuck anything that was in your way.

His thumb moving away from your lips as he was leaning in closer to you. His lips ghosting over yours. His hands cupped your face with his two hands caressing your cheeks. Both of you starred at each other. Your eyes fluttered closed as Lucifer laid his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately, your lips moving in sync. Lucifer’s eyes fluttering closed as well. He grabbed a hold of your hair pulling at them causing a moan felt from your lips as the kiss began to got deeper and needer. You decided to make a move and straddle his lap. His fingers moved from your jaw to your hips digging into them harshly. Your fingers quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Your hands didn’t waste time to trail down his muscular torso what made him groan into the kiss. You broke the kiss first moving your head down towards his exposed chest, pressing your lips against it. You trailed wet, sloppy kisses down his chest, then down towards his stomach. Stopping above the waistline of his pants. Lucifer smirked down at you, as you got on your knees. Looking up at him, as you undid the button of his pants, then unzipped the zip pulling his pants down, as well as his boxers, you freed his growing bulge. Lucifer let out a hiss, as his cock sprang up, while you bit your lip. You stared at his big cock in awe making your way back to the couch to sit next to him.

“You like what you see baby girl? Would you like daddy’s cock in your tight, little pussy of yours? He asked grabbing a firm hold of your jaw making you look him straight into his eyes.

“Hell yes, please daddy” you said arching your back to get some friction from your actions.

Lucifer lowered you to the mattress, your back met the rough material of the living room’s couch. It felt so inviting, so intimidating. You wanted that so badly, your entire body screamed for pleasure. You felt air leave your lungs because of the handsome man has begun to kiss your neck. Your chest were heaving, you raised a hand to the base of his neck and held him there as he sucked strong marks onto your skin. Little moan left you, while your body began to surrender to him.

“You’ll be in hell soon darlin’. Sorry baby but this shirt needs to get out with rest of your clothes but it’s so beautiful and welcoming.” He quickly made you get rid of your clothes quickly. When Lucifer bended down while still keeping his brown eyes locked with yours his tongue swiped a lick atop your breast, then immediately took your stiffened tit in his mouth to suck. His other hand worked on massaging your other breast and you forgot about everything around you and let your body take over as your mouth produced another groan. That’s when he decided to pull your nipple lightly in between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” you exhaled the curse in ecstasy.

“Naughty girl aren’t you.” Lucifer grinned, but his tone suggested he’s aroused with your language. His hand ran down the plane of your stomach and slipped down to feel your pulsing desire. You could see it in his eyes how pleased he is at the amount of slickness he felt coating his fingers. He toyed with your clit in deliberately slow circles, and you whined at his touch while moving your hips to receive more stimulation. But Lucifer’s fingers went on to explore further inside you, and you couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your lips as he began to stretch you. He bended down again so that his face is above yours, cologne so strong yet soothing. Lucifer’s kisses were hot and needy. His tongue made a reappearance and became acquainted with yours. Your next gasp bled into a groan into his mouth when he added another finger.

“Yeah, please daddy, I want your cock so bad inside me.” you practically begged.

His fingers may be removed from your sopping heat, but in their place, Lucifer’s bending cock slided between your legs to coat it with your wet pussy. Dark haired man finally entered you. Your back lifted off the bed as you let out a lust-filled cry. It was a tight and delicious fit with your muscles constricting around his eager girth. The man’s lips twisted up at the sound and creates his own unbridled groan.

“Spread your legs wide, babydoll. Take the devil all in.” He was so big you didn’t even know how you can adjust, but your body found a way to relax enough for Lucifer to slide in deeper.

Your eyes squeezed shut at how he stretched you fully, but your voice begged him to move, to give you more. He went on to create a steady rhythm with his hips and all with that filthy comments on how tight and perfect you felt around him. You made another desperate noise as you continue your ascent, which prompts him to ask between grunts, “Speak, love. What do you need from daddy?”

“Your big hands with your fingers daddy” you somehow told with filling voice your need amidst your hedonistic sounds.

“It’s going to the direction I didn’t know it’s going” Lucifer laughed with devilish smirk upon his face.

It was what you need after all, the extra stimulation to bring you closer and closer to what could be the strongest orgasm of your life. In a series of ‘yes’s and curses, you reached another plane of existence. Flashes of white light grew behind your eyes while your mouth widened. Lucifer, in turn, exhaled a shaky and pleasurable moan as your body repeatedly constricted and pulled around his cock.

“Oh shit, doll, just right there.” He came inside you, hot and fast, and you feel the descent of your high flow through you. Every part of you was warm and exhilarated and thoroughly pleased. When Lucifer pulled out from you, he rolled over back onto the couch. His grin read that his own desires have been fulfilled. You knew you got yourself into a deep shit and there’s no way going back.

[daddy-chiluc]

My World is Alight by your Gaze

Chapter 1: Dandelion Dreams

Here you go for Non-Ao3 Readers! ^^

TW: Nightmares, blood, mentions of alcohol, depictions/eluding to trauma

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His skin prickled, hairs rising under the chilling touch of the snow. He knew of this dream. He knew it far too well. A dream of vivid reds and beasts towering over him, his body small and worn out in its futile attempts to fight back. To resist. To resist the abyss that had plagued him, haunted and teased him. He was frustrated. Oh so painfully frustrated. He’s gone through this nightmare so often it’s become a broken record…why it still shook him with fear was beyond him…but he hated it.

The plaint wooden sword in his hands had given him splinters, the wood chipping under his tight grasp, as he slashed at the darkness that shrouded him, the snow doing little to support his momentum. His throat was sore as his tears froze to his cheeks, fingers numbing under the harsh bite of the cold. Crying seemed to stumble him far worse than any monster that had approached him. It confused him. Made him uneasy.

Snezhnaya does not believe in tears he reprimanded as he drowned his fear with the palms of his hands, thrashing and slicing at the darkness until it dissolved into the vast, pure white expanse of snow and trees. He repeated the mantra as a reminder, body shaky as a violent blizzard rushed at him, the wind howling in his ears. With chapped lips, bloodied and numb from the freezing winds, he wiped at his nose, the skin raw from it running. He had finally won. He could feel a gentle shake run through him, the wave of contact quickly growing in force as he darted awake.

“Tartaglia?” Right, Aether. Memories of yesterday’s adventure came rushing to him all too quickly. Flashes of water and blood tainting his mind, “Are you aright? You started to groan in your sleep.”

“Ah, apologies comrade,” he grunted, muscles and limbs sore from yesterday’s brief battle as his wounds began to sting under the bandages. The rest of Aether’s party — Beidou and Klee — began to stir awake at the smell of Aether’s perfected breakfast sandwiches. Had it not been for this reoccurring nightmare, he wouldn’t have a problem eating the Mondstadt delicacy as he had cooked them often, favoring the more comfortable taste over something more refined.

“As much as I appreciate you cooking breakfast, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.” He sighed, getting up from the makeshift bed, the grass being the only cushioning he had over the night. His companions were a tad bit concerned, Klee far too enamored by a yellow butterfly and Beidou not caring for his predicament…after all, he had almost drowned her entire city with her girlfriend. It was only fair she despised him.

Aether simply nodded as he watched his eyes scan over Mondstadt, the cliff they had taken refuge on giving a beautiful view of the nation. The wind had blown by, twisting in his orange locks and dancing merrily along his lashes before a heavy exhale escaped past his lips. The sun started to cook him in his dark clothes, never truly able to get used to the heat even after having left Snezhnaya so long ago. Although, while the Tsaritsa had a certain, almost welcoming place in his heart, he couldn’t help be feel the wind calling to him, enticing him to something greater in the land of freedom.

Freedom. A concept somewhat blurry to him. Blue crystalline eyes growing duller as he tried to recall what it was like…but even the Abyss had taken that from him. Taken away the childish wonder and innocence at such a young age, becoming a savage for survival. Who knows, maybe he’d be fortunate enough to find that wonder in such joyous landscapes of summery green, the faintest smell of fresh grapes teasing his nose.

“I was thinking on taking you and Beidou to a really popular tavern this evening after we drop Klee off to Albedo,” Aether spoke calmly, Beidou perking up at the slightest promise of drinks.

“What kind of drinks?” She spoke swiftly, desperate for beer.

“Their wine is very popular, I’m sure you can ask the bartender for beer though.” His sincerity easing the tension in the party just a bit.

“I might try a glass of wine, see what Ningguang might like and take some back to her after our little crusade,” she chimed, voice still rough with sleep but just as energetic as she was yesterday after being invited to the trek from the land of contracts to the land of freedom.

“Tartaglia?”

“I might entertain it for tonight. Not much of a wine person but I could use a drink.” Maybe the discontentment in his voice gave away whatever had been egging his mind because he felt a small pull on his pant leg to find the little chaos bringer looking up at him with worry, “What’s up Fire Bug?” He smiled, picking her up and holding her over his hip.

“Is big brother Childe okay?” With dandelions fisted and bunched together in her hand, she chatted with him while Aether and Beidou finished packing to close their trip. Maybe his façade had faltered just a tad because her grip on his shoulders tightened ever so slightly.

“Of course Ladybug, why wouldn’t I be?” He hummed as her eyes twinkled with delight, light red eyes glowing brilliantly under the sunlight as an idea came to mind. Delicately, she straightened out the green stems of the flowers in her hand before placing them all throughout his hair, taking time to move every strand and stem with practiced ease — as if she’s done this several times before. Satisfied with her work she grinned, innocent and wide as her eyes closed with her cheeks.

The memory of Childe’s nightmare had long since faded, not wanting this fragile moment to shatter in the rough, calloused palms of his hands. Being with the little firecracker had reminded him of Teucer. Instead of that heavy, sickening feeling of sadness that weighed him down, he imagined what would happen if Klee had met his siblings. He could see them playing in the fields of snow in Snezhnaya, making animals out of snow and snowball fights. Snow angels and snowmen. The cold, harsh empty land suddenly filled with excitement and a childish fun that had warmed the freezing exterior of his heart.

He imagined them rolling in hills and flats of Mondstadt, playing in the wind and dancing happily, uncaring of the Fatui and tyrants of the world. Uncaring of visions and fighting. To simply live in the moment and have fun. To have what he lost at such a young age. To not have to fight for their survival every waking moment. Yes, he’d conquer the world and follow the Tsaritsa to the end of time…but he wouldn’t hesitate to burn the Fatui to the ground. They’d fallen out of her perfect image. Betraying each other left and right. Lying and deceiving every waking moment. If not an enemy then they’d deceive and use a comrade. It was pathetic.

Yet, with Klee in his arms and her pyro vision keeping him warm, he felt alive. He felt happy, a lightness filling his chest as she beamed in his arms. Even if he couldn’t make friends he wouldn’t have a problem stopping by to spoil the little one with toys and gifts. He’d done so with his siblings, and even if she wasn’t of blood, it wouldn’t stop him from giving her sugar and letting her blow up an entire Fatui camp if she felt like it. He was willing to protect her if it was necessary.

“Thank you Klee.” He smiled, it wasn’t sly or mischievous. It hadn’t held any scheme behind the gentle pull of his lips. It was genuine. Filled with warmth and kindness. Klee accepted the gesture happily, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing with vigor, hat squished beneath his chin as they watched the birds fly across the morning sky.

Perhaps her eye had been hallucinating. It would prove to be a problem if it had. A man who nearly killed her partner and the entire city seemed to have a heart after all. Seeing the smile along his face and hold the child so gently made her question him. To Beidou, Childe was an odd figure. He was hard to read, far too many mixed signals to understand which was real and which was fake. After all, he was a Harbinger.

Some part of her however, decided to give him a chance, just for today that is. She wouldn’t let her guard down, but she chose to see what kind of man he actually was rather than letting a title define him. Actions speak far louder than words she told herself, and seeing him be so kind and gentle with the small child made her release a heavy sigh. She could give him a chance, but just for today.

On their journey to Mondstadt, Beidou studied him, watching as he carefully placed a flower back in his hair if one hung loose and carrying Klee on his shoulders the entire walk there, telling her stories and fairytales of all sorts, one of which sounded like Liyue history turned into a children’s tale with bombs for an added effect, keeping her interested. How he came up with such an idea so quickly almost baffled her; and he was supposed to be one of the most feared Harbingers? Maybe she was quick to judge him, but that wouldn’t allow him forgiveness for nearly drowning the harbor. That would take time. If he could explain why she may be able to tolerate him a little more at best.

Unless it’s bullshit. Beidou doesn’t tolerate bullshit. She especially lacks patience when she’s dealing with someone she so heavily detests. So trying to converse with the Harbinger would drive her mad, beyond a doubt. She really hopes this tavern had beer.

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[gyucore]

in the orb

pairing: trapped soul! beomgyu x reader

tags: fluff, angst if you squint, reincarnation au, supernatural au

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: implications of death, light swearing

— you were cleaning your grandmother's attic when you stumble upon an old glass orb that just happened to talk on its own

A cloud of dust scatters around the room after you drop the glass orb on a particularly dusty couch. You've lost it. You've definitely lost it. You're quick to cover your face with your sleeve, fighting back the urge to sneeze. The orb sits still on the couch as it should, a sheet of gray still masking its surface.

This was supposed to be an average weekend. Your grandmother had invited you to her house for some quality time together during your break, and you thought you'd offer to help her clean her mess of an attic, to which she was more than happy to accept. And right now, the sweet old lady was tending to her garden downstairs while you were up here, freaking out.

It's said that people often imagined hearing strange noises when frightened and alone. And you were in a dark and creepy attic at an old person's house. This could just be another case of the common I'm-so-lonely-I'm-starting-to-hear-voices scenario. It's simply wasn't possible for a dusty old orb to start talking when you pick it up. It's just not.

“Hello?” You call out, immediately finding yourself silly for even attempting to communicate with an inanimate object.

The dust in the room eventually settles, and yet still no response. “See, Y/N? You were just hearing things.” That conclusion seemed convincing enough. You felt the need to give yourself a good pat on the shoulder for going along with the sane route.

With that dilemma out of the way, your attention couldn't help but wander back to the large piles of junk occupying nearly every space in the vicinity. One could only hope for your grandmother to clean regularly. “Right, now back to work.”

“What work?”

“Oh, you know. Cleaning.” You answer its question from earlier.

You freeze, eyes wide, a chill running down your spine. There it was again. You weren't sure if you heard it right this time or was just hallucinating, but there was one way to find out.

Silence. You almost called it a day after considering that you were probably just tired and needed some rest.

Half a step outside the door and the voice spoke once more. “Are you still there?”

You pause, brows raised, and back still turned. Somehow, you didn't know if it was safe to face the big ball of dust just yet. “What do you mean? Of course I'm still here. This is my Grandma's house.”

Thank the heavens for modern technology and the invention of smartphones. Speaking of which, you fish for yours in the depths of your pants’ pockets. The voice recorder app should come in handy during times like this. You know, to confirm you're not crazy. With the app on, all you needed to do was have the orb talk again.

“Grandma? Oh! Then you're her grandchild?!”

“Uh, yeah?” The orb apparently knew your grandmother. Strangely enough, that was the least odd tidbit of information you obtained today.

“Her grandchild.. Wow, to think I'm finally meeting you! Or at least your voice?” The orb lets out a giggle and the more you heard it talk, the more human it sounded.

“Sorry, can you excuse me for a minute?”

Never in your life had you thought the day would come where you'd be excusing yourself from a conversation with some sort of decorative object but life has its ways. You were never a stranger to off days anyway.

“Oh, sure, uh, go ahead? I can wait.” The orb swiftly replies. For a second, you could swear something was moving from inside the orb after the light outside the window had hit a clear spot in the crystal.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the room as you dash downstairs, taking your phone out and bringing it closer to your ear, replaying the recording. Sure enough, the voice was caught in the audio loud and clear.

“Holy shit. I'm not crazy.” An exasperated sigh leaves you as you slump back on the wall in disbelief. For a moment, you considered running away and warning your grandma about the cursed object, but part of you was curious enough to disregard the warning signs, and possibly risk your life by going back up there and approaching the thing. You decided to go with the latter.

“Are you back?” The orb asks once you've gotten close enough for it to hear your footsteps.

“Yeah. Just had to do something real quick.”

“I see.”

You wait for the orb to continue but it doesn't. It continues to lie on the couch lifelessly as if it hadn't been speaking to you in the past few minutes.

“Um..” You clear your throat, hoping to get another response

“Oh!" The voice from the orb seemed startled after hearing you talk. “How are you're still there?”

You frown. “Why wouldn't I be?”

“Well for starters, a talking glass orb isn't quite the public friendly concept you'd think it'd be.” It answers. Only now have you noticed that the orb had a particularly low masculine voice. “People don't usually stick around long enough to find out why I can talk in the first place.”

You blink. “Fair point. Though, I don't see the need for you to ask over and over again when I already said I was back.”

The orb chuckles. “You'd be surprised how many times people have reassured me of their presence only to leave halfway. Plus, I can't really see you right now to actually know you're there.”

“You can't see me?”

“The dust.”

“OH.” Not knowing what came over you, you immediately lunged forward and started wiping the orb with one of the dust rags you had lying around. It didn't take long for the thing to clear up and look like its old glorious self again. “How about now?” You ask, inspecting the orb as you hold it up.

“Better.”

It takes everything in you to resist dropping the orb on the floor when a glowing face of a man appears from the inside, smiling brightly at you. “I think I'm gonna pass out.”

The man visibly panics, pressing his face closer to the glass. “Wait no! If you pass out now, I won't have anyone to talk to! I haven't spoken to a single person in decades!”

“But you mentioned my grandma earlier, I thought you—”

“She could never hear me, but I could see and hear her.” The man explains, his voice a little quieter than before.

You bring the orb down, still cupping it in your hands. “How is this possible? Are you a ghost or something? How did you get in there?”

“Wouldn't you like to find out?” He winks, resting his head on his hand. “Take a seat and place me down somewhere soft.”

This seemed ridiculous by all means, but you oblige. The couch should be soft enough, and so you place him down gently while you take a seat on the floor, making yourself comfortable. “You were saying?”

“I—” The man accidentally bumps his head onto the glass as he leans forward, chuckling as he rubs his head gently. “Ow. Sorry. I'm just so happy to finally have someone to talk to. You can't imagine how long it's been. How the world survived without a single soul hearing my heavenly voice for all those years is beyond me.” He cracks a joke and you couldn't help but laugh.

“It's okay.” You say, shifting in your spot. “Go ahead.”

The man nods, the smile slowly fading from his face. “My name is Choi Beomgyu. You can call me whatever you like. I had a friend once, and she was a witch. Oh— not the kind that you hear from stories, no. She was really nice and cared a lot about nature, her friends, and her family. That type of person, you know?”

You nod along, assuring him that you were listening, and he smiles again.

There's just something about his smile that just seemed so happy and endearing. Perhaps it had truly been so long.

“She was this ball of sunshine. And back then I was a pretty different guy. Our personalities might've clashed and we butted heads a few times but somehow we ended up becoming close friends.” A faint smile graces his lips before disappearing as quickly as it came. “But then I got involved with the wrong crowd.”

The statement piques your interest and you draw closer. Beomgyu notices this and tries to talk louder.

“Remember how I said she was a witch unlike the ones in the fairy tales? Well, there were also people who were exactly like those witches. The ones that used their knowledge and abilities for their own nefarious purposes.” Beomgyu continues, his hair slightly covering his face as he looked down. “Let's just say that I got myself in a situation where they ended up hunting me down for my soul.”

“What?”

He frowns. “My friend saw me being chased down the streets one night and helped. We both knew that even when together, we were too weak to go against all of them. They had us cornered in her home, and that's when we knew it was the end for us.”

Beomgyu's voice started to waver as he spoke and you were about to ask him if he was alright, and tell him that it was okay if he didn't continue but the look on his face when your eyes met was enough to tell you that he needed to do this. He must've wanted to talk about this matter for so long, you think.

“She.. pushed me towards her workroom, telling me that she'll keep me safe no matter what. I didn't know what she meant until she cast a spell on me and I passed out. The last thing I heard were her screams. I never found out what happened to her after that, and I can only assume the worst.” He shakes his head, trying to getting himself together in front of his new friend. “Next thing I knew, I was inside her old glass orb. I've been trapped in this thing for years with no escape. No one to talk to— forever regretting how I didn't stop her that time, and regretting getting in the way of those witches in the first place.”

His story nearly brings you to tears, and before you knew it, your hands were reaching out for the orb. “Beomgyu, I..”

“It's alright.” Beomgyu smiles. “In the end, the orb ended up in her younger sister's possessions.”

Your eyes widen. “You mean.. Grandma?”

“That's right.” Beomgyu chuckles. “Though she had never able to see or hear me, unlike you.”

“Oh. That's uh, too bad.” You smile awkwardly, releasing the orb. The two of you sit in silence for a while, both needing a little mental break after that.

Shortly, your attention was brought forth back onto the orb when you hear Beomgyu laugh. You find yourself chuckling along. “Entertained are we, Gyu?”

The laughter stops and his eyes shoot up at you. You hear him mumbling something incoherent before hesitating to speak. “No, no.” Beomgyu shakes his head. “It's just.. It's kinda funny. I'm trapped here repenting for my whole life because of what I've done to her, or thinking about what I could've done.. but you know what? To be completely honest, I was starting to forget what she even looked like. But looking at you now, and hearing your voice..”

The idea popped up in your head and you weren't sure if it was even possible to begin with. But then again, you were talking to a soul inside an orb.

“You were easily granted access to the true nature of the orb, and are the first person to have ever done that without running away.” He kids. “Could it be?”

“I wouldn't count on it.” You tell it to him straight, getting up from your spot on the floor and dusting off your jeans. You knew what he was implying and there was no way that you were even considering yourself to be your great aunt's reincarnation no matter how ridiculous the situation already was. “I'll get back to cleaning. Feel free to talk while I do that.” You tell him before rushing to the other side of the attic, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. You'll figure out what to do with him later.

Beomgyu watches you fondly. You had told him to not even count on the thought of you being the one he's been hoping for all these years but it was too late for that now. 

“Entertained are we, Gyu?” Her voice rings in his mind, and he shakes it off.

“How do you always manage to do such amazing things? I'd appreciate it if you'd stop stirring my heart.” Beomgyu's gaze rests upon your busy silhouette, and he smiles in content.

“It's nice meeting you again, Y/N.”

[amethystpath-writes]

hello! i absolutely adore your writing :D if you have the time or inspiration, could you continue the one where hero finds out villain is dating their sister? Thanks!

Thank you, dear! 

Here’s Part 1! This second part can be read as a standalone, too.

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“Oh my god!” Sister’s head slammed against the headrest as Villain lurched the car forward and sped off. The city was flashing by and Sister swore they were travelling another mile every time she blinked. “You need to- to slow down!” He wasn’t slowing do- Oh my god. That was a red light! She dug her nails into the sides of her seat. “V-Villain! Stop!”

Looking at Villain, she didn’t even know what to think. He was…he was fine. Just contently driving like a complete maniac. Even Sister wasn’t driving this fast when she crashed her car at sixteen. The car that hit hers last week wasn’t driving this fast. “What are you doing!”

Without responding, Villain tossed his ‘girlfriend’s’ phone in the cup holders in the middle console. When she made a move to grab it, he made a quick ah sound and jerked the car quickly to the right before correcting it again.

“Let me out,” Sister tried demanding next. “Let me out right now if you’re going to drive like this.”

“That would ruin my plans, mi amore.”

“What plans?!” They were only supposed to be going to Villain’s home, hanging out, maybe watching a scary movie or something. This trip was turning out to be more of a thriller than anything else a person could ever experience. “You’re going to kill us!”

He laughed. Laughed. “Oh, I wouldn’t die in this car. You, maybe. But I don’t plan on killing you- at least yet. Depends on how much you and your brother annoy me.”

Sister darted her hand towards her phone. She had to call her brother, had to tell him what was happening, had to tell him to help her. Sister usually hated asking Hero for any amount of help, but right now…right now she didn’t know what to do.

“See. Now, it’s that kind of stuff that makes me much more likely to do something rash, mi amore. Right now, I am still willing to have the little relationship you want. We can be friendly- be mates like before- as soon as you hand me your phone. Otherwise”- he pointed up ahead- “you see that pole up ahead? The one with all the wires? I’ll nail it with this car, and with both of us in it. Whether you believe I’ll live or not is up to you, but you will die. So, how about you hand over your device, and we can pretend everything is okay? Alright?”

She didn’t know what to do. The pole was getting closer and closer, and the rpm on the odometer was rising, rising, rising. “Villain, stop!”

“Give me the phone, love.”

Sister threw her hand out, putting the phone in his own. “Whatever, here!” As the phone left her hand, the car squealed as Villain eased his foot on the brakes until the car went at a normal speed.

Before Sister could protest- not that she really would have- Villain rolled down his window, reeled his arm back, then launched the phone forward through the air. Sister watched it land on the road and gasped as the car ran over it just a moment later. She twisted in her seat, looking through the back window, watching as her destroyed phone became smaller and smaller with the distance.

“Why are you doing this?” She wasn’t even sure what ‘this’ was, but whatever it was, it was terrifying and wholly unexpected. She was hostage; that much was certain, but then why would Villain say they could go on like nothing happened? What was happening here?

“I’m not sure what you mean. Everything is fine, mi amore.” It wasn’t sarcastic this time. He said it just as he always did, lovingly, reassuringly. On top of this, he was driving at a normal speed. Sister hated it, hated it because she knew it wasn’t real.

Was it just her or was she breathing really fast? She took a deep breath. Now that her lungs felt okay, her hands began to shake. Sister kept thinking she wanted to text her brother discreetly, but she had no phone now. Why did she have no phone? Because Villain made her give it to him and then he ran it over with his damn car.

Another deep breath. Please stop shaking. The shaking in her hands was making Sister feel even worse because it was just another thing out of her control. “What- why-” She didn’t even know what to ask. Villain was acting like everything was back to normal. He was acting like he didn’t deliberately threaten her life multiple times. “Are we- are we still going to- to your place?” Sister was afraid he was going to drive her to a country ditch and murder her.

He glanced at her for a quick moment. “Unless you have something else in mind. It’s your day today.”

She was confused. So, so confused. Did she- did she just imagine all that stuff happening earlier? The- the speeding and…and the throwing the phone… Maybe she left her phone at the ice cream bar. “We need to- we need to turn around. I think-” If Sister said she left her phone, and she didn’t, she would sound crazy. Maybe she was crazy. “Villain, I’m not feeling good. You should take me home.”

“That’s where we are going. Do you feel feverish?” He reached an arm out to her, but she smacked his hand away. It even surprised her, and she could feel herself shaking even more. What was happening. What was happening?

“No. No, I want to go home. My home. I want to go to my home. I need sleep.” Was it food poisoning? Maybe from the burrito she had earlier? She did think when she ate it that the chicken seemed a little undercooked. And undercooked chicken was bad. It was the source of illnesses.

Much to Sister’s horror, Villain pulled the car over to the side of the road. “It’s getting dark so we can’t stay here long, but I want to check your temperature. You’re acting a little odd.” He began to reach his arm out again, hand bent back to expose his wrist. Sister didn’t know whether to stop him or not. If he was just checking her temperature, what did it matter?

But- but the speeding, and the threats, the phone. It was just from the chicken. That was all. Chicken. Villain wasn’t a crazy person. She hadn’t been dating a crazy person for a year minus a week.

Coolness touched her forehead and she sucked in a breath. “Your cheeks look rosy, too. I think you do have a fever. When we get back home, I’ll get you some cold and fever relief medicine and give you an ice pack. You don’t feel too hot, but it’s better to treat it before it gets worse.”

Chills travelled down Sister’s arms. What. Is. Happening. Why did none of this feel normal? “We don’t…” She shook her head as Villain peered at her. Tears stung in her eyes, but she looked away to her window before Villain could see. But, as she looked in the window, she caught Villain’s eyes in the reflection. The sky was dark enough now that the lights inside the car were creating reflections. Villain could see her nearly crying, and he grabbed her chin, pulling it towards him.

“Mi amore.” She wished he’d stop calling her that. “Will you tell me what you’re thinking? What’s wrong?”

Sister shook her head. “I don’t…I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happening. Something is wrong. Something is wrong with me.”

“A fever. A fever, that’s all.” His thumb stroked her jawline. She swallowed.

“Where- um- where is my phone?”

His head tilted. Sister still felt like she wasn’t breathing. “You left it at the house, you remember?”

“But-” Her eyes frantically darted left and right, like she was recalling something, but she didn’t even know what she was trying to recall. “But I haven’t- I haven’t been to your house today. I came from…my brother drove me because my car is in the shop.”

“Your brother?” Villain reached his wrist out yet again. “Oh. Mi amore, you’re getting warmer. I need to get you home. You’re starting to hallucinate or something. I don’t know. If you have a brother, you never told me about-”

“What? Villain, I-” He was still talking. What was he talking about? Oh my god, oh my god.

“We need to get you home. Take a nap on the way if you need, alright? It might help your body cool off enough that you’re not imagining things.”

Sister could feel her breathing picking up again. And her hands- her hands were shaking so much. She couldn’t stop them. “I have a brother. I have a brother. I know I have a brother. His- his name is Hero.”

Villain shook his head. “Mi amore, you don’t have a brother. You’ve never mentioned that name before.” His brows drew together, and he turned his gaze to the clutch, putting it into drive, and pushing on the gas. The car was moving again.

No. No, we can’t leave. I have to- “We saw him today. At- at the ice cream place. We went to meet up with him, didn’t we?” Already her mind was making up new memories to match what Villain was encouraging- at least partially. She still believed she had some brother named Hero.

Driving now, Villain said again, “You don’t have a brother, mi amore. You’re sick, my darling. But when we get home, I’m going to help you get better. Why don’t you get some sleep before then?”

Not knowing what else to say, and being so entirely confused, Sister agreed with a silent nod of the head. It was easy to drift off into sleep. She was tired from all the conflict in her brain. Apparently, she had no brother, but- but she swore…No, stop. You’re- you’re sick. But you’ll get better. Just go to sleep. And so she did.

[omigiry]

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆 🍃

synopsis: Osamu and reader have been friends for a long time now, and they always hang out together, what would be the difference now? (pure fluff)

POV: Third Person (she/her)

ry’s notes: I don’t know how to introduce this, I just miss those days when I can enjoy summer break. 

The summer heat was the thing (y/n) hated the most. She wished that she could turn up the air conditioner but paying up electricity bills would be expensive for the summer, and for sure she would get scolded by her mother when it goes up alarmingly. (y/n) was sitting on the floor with her back against the couch, her fan in front of her as she eats an ice cream while watching a series. The day has only started but she was already bored, she hasn’t been out since the beginning of summer break.

Osamu: Wanna go out?

The notification she received made her pause the series and immediately replied. 

(y/n): of course!

Osamu: Let’s go to your favorite boba place then, after grabbing lunch together.

(y/n): Y E S !!!! Will you treat me boba?

Osamu: No, you’ll pay this time

(y/n): Such a nice friend you are

Osamu: Everything’s not free 

Osamu: Shall I pick you up?

(y/n): No it’s okay, I’ll meet you there.

Osamu: Okay, be safe

(y/n) got up and got dressed. She much prefers to go out when the sun starts to set, but this was okay too. Being friends with Osamu has been a pleasant journey, both of them would always try out new places to eat and consider cooking together to hang out. Ordinary days seem a little bit special when they are together. (y/n) was also close with his twin brother, but they were closer.

She also missed him during the days that passed, this was also the first time seeing him this summer break. They would talk over the phone everyday because Osamu wasn’t keen on going out on a hot summer day as well, it was a surprise that he took the initiative and asked to go out. They’ve been friends for so long, and (y/n) have developed feelings towards him. It was natural for them to hang out platonically, but she still wished it’s a date.

She was waiting at their usual meet up at the train station, a few minutes later she saw him walking towards her direction. She met him halfway and linked her arms with his. Skinship was also a normal thing for them, (y/n) would hook her arm with his and Osamu would lean on her when they were sitting together and resting. 

“Let’s go?” She said, Osamu nodded and they reloaded their transportation cards.

They were having lunch at their favorite local family owned eatery.  They come here often to eat after school to the extent where  the owner knows them. 

The owner greeted them and took them to their usual table.

“How’s summer going for both of you?” The owner asked.

“Not much has happened, mostly staying at home and helping with the chores.” (y/n) answered as Osamu picked out their food. 

“Well, it’s only a week into summer break. I’m sure you’ll plan to go to the beach or something at some point.”

“Yeah. Are you whipping another special menu in the kitchen for the summer?” 

“That’s a secret.” The owner said and winked at them.

“When can we try it, aunty?” Osamu joined in the conversation. 

“Probably next week or so.” She informed them and they promised that they would be back by then to be one of the first people to try it out. Once they’ve placed the orders

“So, what made you want to go out at this hour of the day?” (y/n) asked Osamu.

“Can’t I want to go see you?” 

(y/n) mockingly cooed at his response. “You missed me that much, it made you go out of your house.”

“I could say the same for you.” He retorted. 

Their orders arrived after a few minutes and ate, they planned out what they wanted to do for the summer, knowing that half of it wouldn’t even end up happening. Summer break only lasts for a month before a new semester starts. 

Just as planned, they ordered boba and roamed around and did some window shopping, basically (y/n) dragging Osamu to the stores that she likes. They’d stay longer at a craft store rather than a clothing store, Osamu has to stop her from buying more stationary saying that she only just bought things on their last week of school. 

“But the notebook is really pretty and the paper is smooth.” (y/n) protested. 

“You just bought two new notebooks two weeks ago, and you got around five more notebooks you haven’t used yet.” Osamu wasn’t against her buying it, but he knew that she was saving up for something she wanted to buy for a long time, so he stopped her. 

“Fine, but could I atleast buy this metallic ballpen and a pin?” She asked.

“Alright, that would be it, no more.”

After another hour they decided to go home, (y/n) invited Osamu back in her house to rest for a while as she makes raspberry lemonade to cool off from the heat, they went outside the small backyard of their home and sat down on the patio. 

Osamu prepared two small basins for the both of them to dip their feet in when (y/n) was preparing for the drinks. The hose was near them so that they could change the water when it got warm because of the sun.

In the middle of their conversation Osamu teased (y/n) that it ended up with him being splashed by the water from the hose.

“That was uncalled for.” Osamu said as he wiped down the water from his face.

(y/n) laughed at him as she shrieked in surprise when Osamu tried to grab the hose from her. She quickly stood up with hose still in her hands and aimed it at him. Osamu, being wet already, wasn't afraid anymore of being hit by water again. He charged at her and successfully stole the hose from her and got his revenge. They were chasing each other like cat and mouse with her begging him to stop but Osamu ignored her pleas, eventually (y/n) got a hold of Osamu’s shirt from the back and she tried to maneuver him in order to avoid getting more wet. As a result both of them were soaking wet. They laughed at their current state and a gust of wind blew on them. (y/n) shivered a little as from the unexpected cold breeze of the wind. 

“You should go and change.” Osamu said.

“What about you?”

“Eh, it will dry off.” He shrugged. 

(y/n) went to her room to get change and took an extra towel for Osamu to use. When she got back Osamu’s hair was already dry and it was blowing along with the wind, his back against her. Like the pleasant breeze that blows, she could also feel her heart goes hoo ~.

She shook her head to avoid staring at him. She handed him the towel. As Osamu was drying himself he decided to make fun of her even more, he was nearly dry so she wouldn’t get wet if he hugged her. 

“Osamu!” She screamed when he enveloped her in a hug. She tried to push him off but the warmth he was exuding was relaxing, after a tiring day hanging out with him the hug makes her feel sleepy. It was warm and nice.

“Hey (y/n).” Osamu started, still hugging her. 

“What is it ‘samu?” 

“It’s nice to hug like this, right?” (y/n) hummed in response. “The thing is, I don’t want to ever let go, and I want to hug you like this more than once and longer. But it’s weird to hug like this if we’re friends.”

She looked up at him in confusion and asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Can I take you out? Like you know, more than friends?” She just stared at him, not really processing what he said. Was it only a dream? Or was the heat making her hallucinate? “Don’t leave me hanging here.” Osamu spoke and it broke her trance.

“Wait. Are you really serious?”

“Of course, I am.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? What do you mean by oh? A good oh or a bad oh?”

“Chill for a bit. Let me process everything.” She still couldn’t believe what was happening so she decided to pinch herself and when she felt pain, it really wasn’t a dream. Osamu looked at her disbelievingly, he couldn’t imagine that she thought this wasn’t real. 

“That’s lowkey offensive, you know.” 

“I’m sorry.” (y/n) said sheepishly. “I just couldn’t believe that the guy I like actually likes me back as well. In a more than friends way.” Hearing her statement he couldn’t help but be shocked at her sudden confession. 

“You like me?” He asked, wanting to make sure he heard right.

“Yes, I do. And as much as I would like to stay like this, it’s getting warm now, I don’t wanna get sweaty when I just change my clothes.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.” He said, only tightening his hug on her. He won’t let go of her unless he gets an answer.

“Wasn’t my confession enough?” 

“I wanna directly hear it.”

She rolled her eyes at him and said. “Yes, I would like to go out with you in a more than friends way.” 

[buccigang-headcanons]

La Squadra Backstories!!!! Stream of consciousnesss style!

So literally I just sat down and wrote down exactly what I thought. I have not edited these at all lmaooo. But I made long drawn out backstories for our underrated assassins so enjoy!!

T/W + C/W - idk I talk about people dying in a lot of ways. Child abuse, drugs, severe illness, dead cats. This stuff is a mess I really didn’t censor it. But nothing is described in detail cuz I’m too lazy for that.

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Prosciutto cuz he’s at the top of my mind. Mmkay he and Pesci are brothers but not by blood. Pro was an orphan, I still wanna make him Russian, and pesci’s extremely kind and gentle family adopted him when he was like 7. They were like literally a garden catalogue family. Perfection. The parents died when pro was like 15, Pesci was 13?? Idk the age difference I’m just making shit up now. And Pesci had no fucking idea what to do, they didn’t have any other family, and pro was like “I’m still basically a hardened criminal from living on the streets of russia most of my childhood, so joining the local mafia should be a piece of cake”. It was.

Risotto..... fuck it. Polpo is risottos dad. I’ve seen that so much and fuck it I’m here for it now. Idk how I feel about the whole Mariah from part 3 being his mom that seems too coincidental. But either way, he is half Spanish. I don’t think he’s ever been in touch with his Spanish roots at all, but that’s what he is. Polpo had too much fun on vacay in Spain. But it was a once night stand and polpo, a skinny king back in the mid 70s, fucked off to do mafia stuff and didn’t know about this kid. Risotto never knew his father. Time goes by, about the time he’s 10, rizzo’s mom moves to Italy to find the man she once loved. Since the 70s, she has been married and divorced 4 times, disowned by her entire family, and she speaks only of Polpo, the man who swept her off her feet and then disappeared into the night. Leaving only this child with his matching eyes. So they live in Italy, risotto is about 13 now and his mom has been searching seriously for polpo for about 3 years. One day, she gets too close, mafia takes her out. Risotto is all alone in a country he has lived in for less than 3 years. So he decides to take revenge against the mafia. He goes to hunt them down. (I’m too lazy to write out how. Gets a gun. Basically the scene in part 5 where the kid is like “you killed my father and now I’m gonna kill you!!” But he chickens out???) yeah except rizzo didn’t chicken out, he stood firm and killed 2 of them. The other 2 surrendered, and immediately asked rizzo to take polpos test. He did. And he unknowingly met his father, the man his mother had died looking for. He stared into his fathers eyes, black sclera reflecting each other, and passed his test with ease.

Wowwwwwwwww alrighty then that was something. Let’s shake out those jitters because fuck that was intense and let’s move onto some happy shit.

Melone!! Always a bottle of joy. He was a phenomenal student, a perfect child. Perfect grades, perfect attitude, perfect looks. Onlyyyy tiny thing is he murdered cats and buried their heads in the back yard. But that was his only flaw. Aaaaaaaand mayyybe trying to use his extensive knowledge of molecular biology and genetics (even at as young as 11) to asexually breed said cats.

But, apart from that, absolutely perfect specimen of a young boy. And he kept that up until college. Until the rape accusation. Melone had no interest in having sex with her, he swore under oath in open court, he only wanted to “extract her essence” in the hopes of making her amazing genetics stay pure for centuries.

Due to his previously amazing school record, he was allowed to plead not guilty by reason of insanity (because the justice system is bullshit) and was released to his parents. During this whole process, Melone’s mother had begun to grow suspicious of her son, wondering if there was something wrong with him. This led her to explore the crawl space under the garage, more commonly known as “Melone’s childhood laboratory”. The cat skulls alone were enough to set her off. They allowed him into their home long enough to fool the court, but parole officers don’t pay attention, and they kicked him to the curb a month later. Broke, alone, and with no real skills other than his genius mind and gorgeous body, he became a prostitute. It was only a few months before he wandered up to a gigantic white haired man with angry eyes and asked if he wanted a date. Instead of declining, our good ol rizzo just knocked him out cold and brought him home. The rest is history. Literally because I can’t think of what would happen between that and Melone joining the mafia. I assume he was just their house pet for a little while before he decided he wanted a stand too.

Oh good lord these are getting insane. Better keep going. Okay I have no idea what’s about to come out of my head for ghia but oh Lordy. Might as well start. Ghiaccio wasn’t always quite as angry, but it’s actually gonna be a sweet story. Kinda. He used to act perfect, even tho he always felt the anger inside. He was forced to bottle it up and put on a happy exterior always. His mother was Belgian. (From experience, Belgian mothers (Flemish in particular) will beat you until your ass is raw if you talk back). Italian father, they lived in italy. He had 4 sisters, he was the middle child of 5. Around high school, he started acting out. Of course this was due to all of his bottled up anger from the past 15 years. 4 shattered sinks, 16 holes in the drywall, and one classroom fire later, Ghiaccio was expelled from school. His parents were too busy brimming with joy about the success of all his sisters that they didn’t take much notice to him. “If you’re going to behave in such a manner you might as well leave” his mother said. She was past the point of caring enough to beat him. So he left. 16 and with no where to go, he wandered the streets. After a year or so, Ghia had gotten used to that life, and was angry at everyone, sometimes when he wasn’t even angry. Anger had become his coping mechanism. Screaming was easier than talking. Until one day, he screamed at a blonde man in an intersection. Prosciutto was driving back to the squads hang out, boxes of takeout in the back seat of the car. He had chosen to not stop at the red light, just for fun, and nearly ran into our blue haired teenager. Ghia proceeded to cuss him out for a good 4 minutes in the middle of this intersection before pro cut him off. “Get in the back. “ he said, with his own special brand of brotherly love. “I know how you can put that anger to good use”. Ghiaccio, having no real reason to object, got in the back seat. Prosciutto was silent the rest of the drive and Ghiaccio yelled about all the take out food, now splattered on the backs of the seats due to the sudden slam on the brakes.

Y’all I don’t even remember the other la squadra members. Let’s do sorbet/gelato because they have zero backstory or personality so I can just ramble. *Clears throat* let’s begin. These fuckers. Friends since birth. Grew up together, always really close. They were both dirt poor, but because the only school nearby was a decent public school, when were able to slightly experience middle class living. They liked it. They wanted to see upper class, and once they did, they wanted to be there. These two were money grubbing bffs, I’m talking josuke and okuyasu, but like waaaaay more intense and also violent. They both left home around 14, together of course. Gelatos father had left them a few years prior, and his family were on the brink of starvation. Figuring they didn’t need another mouth to feed (and completely abandoning his post as family patriarch lol) he left with sorbet, who’s family had all died in various ways over the years. Most recently, his older sister being taken by some illness that was probably easily treatable, but with no means for a doctor, she died in days. The boys left home and school, and made a living by pickpocketing tourists and occasionally launching into larger heists. They made a decent living for themselves, but eventually started spending their money on drugs. It’s was sorbet first, heroin was really good to him for awhile. Gelato was against it, knowing it was the reason sorbets family had been so poor to begin with. His father was an addict, and despite holding down a job fairly well, spent all his earnings on drugs. Eventually he became too dependent, lost his job, and OD’d. But around this same time, when the boys were 16/17, they were starting to realize their feelings for each other. Confused teenaged minds full of budding love led to Gelato giving in, and soon their days were filled with heroin fueled ecstatic sex. They lived like this for awhile, existing in half reality, until one day they chose to set their pickpocketing targets on a short man with close cropped gray hair. The plan was perfect, sorbet bumped into the man and gelato passed by to grab his wallet, and suddenly they were the size of mere ants. In an instant, they were returned to size, left to wonder if it was real or just a hallucination from long term drug use. But they didn’t run. Formaggio introduced himself, with a loose handshake and a pause to spit out some tobacco, and promptly invited them to a “party”. Although, Formaggio was honest in his promise, this party did have drugs.

Cheese boys turn!! Seriously who am I forgetting??? Illuso my mirror man! Am I forgetting someone else too?? Idk. But shut up Kel it’s cheese boys turn.

So. Formaggio. Probably the most chill childhood. Lower middle class, pretty average, but he was quite gifted with sports. Soccer was his main, and also a fantastic competitive swimmer. (Okay I have a separate hc that Bruno is really good at soccer so hol horse up a moment so I can imagine those 2 playing soccer together in friendly competition. In my lil au where Bruno is in la squadra because I say BruPro exes rights please and thanks.) but anyway, he got really good at soccer and was offered a scholarship to play at a fancy pants private high school when he was 14. Of course his parents made him go, this has been the family’s dream for years, and formaggio’s as well. So high school is amazing, he’s starting to attract attention from universities even tho he’s barely in grade 11 by this point. And it’s all really amazing until he realizes. This isn’t what he wants. And it’s just that. He doesn’t want to play soccer anymore, he doesn’t want to potentially be famous. He just wants to be a kid. So he leaves school, he leaves home, he wants to start over. And he wanders into a diner and sees this small group of weirdly dressed men. At this point, it’s rizzo, pro, Pesci, and ghia. And he’s staring at them because they’re dressed like circus clowns but their aura is so murderous. And then the one who looks like a giant pineapple starts staring back. Pesci gets up and walks over to Formaggio. “I know you! You’re that amazing kid soccer player!!” And he just goes on and on about shit he read in the news (70% of it was false) until pro comes over and yanks his idiot brother away. Pro starts asking Formaggio questions, thinking he could be a good target. Stupid little rich kid. But to prosciuttos surpise, Formaggio is just a down to earth kid with no more money to his name than he needs to pay for this meal. Prosciutto takes him home after that. He doesn’t really offer any explanation.

(The rambling at the beginning of this paragraph actually happened lol so I paused for like 4 hrs oops)

Alright we are back. Had to leave to go to therapy and then scream at my mother and cry to my boyfriend but we are ready to go! Illuso and I really hope he’s the last one and I’m not forgetting one. Illuso was raised in an orphanage from infancy. No idea who his parents could even be. Fun fact: one of the nuns at the orphanage (cuz it’s an orphanage in Italy in 1980, they’re catholic.) nicknamed him Illuso because he was always pointing at things that weren’t there. As a tiny baby and a child, he would always be looking at things no one else can see (yes illuso is a natural stand user fight me). The nuns called him illuso as an insult, hoping to shame him into stopping. He never did. When he outgrew the orphanage, he decided to join the priesthood. He was 19, a priest in training, when the mafia came to the orphanage. They were collecting, and illuso knew they didn’t have the money this month. He tried to talk the mobsters down, but that went about as well as planned. 4 bullets to the chest, 3 open heart surgeries, and half a dozen resuscitations later, Illuso was released from the hospital. The orphanage had been shut down, and no one knew what had happened to the children or the nuns. With no where to go, illuso knew of one place that could use talents like his. The talents of steadily stealing money from the starving children of the church for a decade. It was during polpos test that illuso’s stand manifested. Not due to the arrow, but to protect its user from the other stand. Illuso was able to avoid Black Sabbath by hiding in his newfound mirror world until it was time to return the lighter to polpo (kinda cowardly but whatever.) he was assigned to risottos group by chance and was the last to join excluding Melone. But they loved him as if they had found him themselves.

[rattyoakenbitch]

The Hobbit: Anything For You || Thorin x Reader

Pairings: Thorin x Dunedain Reader

Warnings: Angst, death, sadness, mentions of blood, gore??? mentions of smut, hallucinations, a bit of fluff.

Note: I don’t normally write angsty or sad oneshots unless it has a good ending, but this is pretty sad, (I guess, or I tried to make it sad. I just feel like I’m a pretty shitty writer and all my stories are cliche, anyway!) I’m in a terrible mood and felt the need to in a way “vent” it through writing this. Enjoy! (or not)

Thorin still remembered the smell of death and smoke in the air, and the sight of the blood soaked, torn up bodies of Elves, Dwarves, Men, and Orcs splayed out everywhere. The last regretful words Thorin spoke to Y/N ran through his mind as he searched Ravenhill, desperately trying to find any sign of her. But it was too late. When the battle was over and won, Y/N’s body turned up.  “Balin? Balin, where is my wife?” “Thorin, please--” “Where is she?!” “Thorin, she is gone! She is dead!” “You’re lying to me,” Thorin croaked out shakily, as his voice started to break.  “You’re lying..” he repeated, falling onto his knees. Crying, he looked up at Balin. “How?” “She succumbed to her injuries hours before we found her body at the bottom of Ravenhill.” The thought of Y/N dying alone broke Thorin. She was his wife. His queen. She was supposed to live a long life with Thorin, ruling by his side. Y/N was supposed to die with him, not alone at the bottom of a hill, believing she’d never see him again. Knowing she’d never feel his touch again, or the warmth of his embraces. He didn’t want her to only remember the harsh Thorin who bitterly drove her away from the gate. Who said himself he could never love or treasure her as much as he could with his gold. As Y/N exhaled her last breath, all she could see & hear was the faint memory of Thorin’s stern face and cruel words. Y/N’s funeral was held shortly after. The Company looked at her pale body laid out on the stone. Tears raced down Bilbo’s face as he peeked up at Y/N. He had never experienced such a death. He only ever knew the comfort of The Shire. How did it lead to this? Kili & Fili were devastated, as was the rest of The Company. They had lost their life long friend. Thorin could barely even look at Y/N. If he did, he knew he’d completely break down and lose all control. He wanted to scream and go on a rampage. He had gained back his kingdom, won the battle, and for what? He just experienced the greatest loss of his life. 

“It was all my fault. I wasn’t beside her. I could have saved her.” *** It’s been almost ten years since the battle. Erebor & Dale was rebuilt as if there was never a dragon or a war. The Company moved on with their lives, and more Dwarves came back to live in their homeland. Bilbo returned to Bag End, while Gandalf went about his wizardly business. Thorin would like to say life was normal. He wanted to say he was happily ruling over the kingdom he always wished to take back. But day by day, the king felt weaker. Every day felt more painful. It was not worth all the riches in the world if he was alone. Many dwarrowdams threw themselves at Thorin, but he brushed them off. Nobody understood him as well as Y/N ever did. Nobody could satisfy his needs or care for him like Y/N did.  Each night he’d have dreams of Y/N, always waking up with tears filling his baby blues. Sometimes he even saw her reflection behind him in the mirror, or feel her cold touch when he laid in bed. He’d hear her soothing voice singing him to sleep, but he’d always wake up alone.

“Why didn’t you come for me?” Thorin’s eyes fluttered open at the sudden sound. “Why did you leave me all alone?”

Slowly, he turned to look for the source of the voice. At the foot of his bed, he found Y/N standing in her wedding gown, watching him sadly. Her hair was disheveled, eyes bloodshot, and skin pale. But to Thorin, she was still as beautiful as the day he met her.  Many years before the dragon attacked Erebor, Thorin started to court Y/N, despite her not being a Dwarf. She wasn’t even royalty; just a simple girl from Dale. He could still remember the feeling of her gentle hands intwined in his calloused ones, and the sweet scent of her soft hair that cascaded down her back. The lively and mischievous glint in her eyes always made his heart flutter, as well as the laughs that escaped her lips.  “Those innocent giggles do not sway me, Y/N!” Thorin scolded. She kept giggling playfully at his grumpiness, and rolled off him. He got up and dusted himself, then looked back at Y/N. “How’d you even get in?”

“I have my ways,” she smirked. She had ambushed him in the small, royal back garden where he was walking. At first, he thought she was an assassinator when she tackled him to the ground, resulting in a wrestling session.

“You can’t just do that! You’ll get us in trouble,” he whispered, but she ignored his rebukes and mocked him, opening and closing her hand to match his mouth movements. 

“Well I did, so deal with it, your Highness.” He continued to walk off away from Y/N, but being the stubborn young girl she was, she chased after him. “You’re always so grumpy! You need to lighten up, you know.” 

“I hate you,” he grumbled. 

“Do you now?” They both reached a dead end and halted. Thorin turned back to look at Y/N’s pouting face, 

“Can you not wait until our wedding day?”

“No, I want you now!”

He raised an eyebrow suggestively, and blushing, said, “Right here, right now?” Shyly, she nodded, causing him to let out a deep sigh. “We’re going to get caught!” “I don’t care!”

“Fine, but if we’re banished from seeing each other, it’s not my fault.”

“Hey--” Thorin silenced Y/N’s whines by claiming her lips roughly. She stumbled back and fell onto the grass, pulling Thorin down with her, only breaking the kiss to get some air. With a hint of naughtiness in her voice, she said, “See, I knew you wanted it just as much as I did.” Thorin rolled his eyes, but couldn’t keep himself from smiling.

“Only because you would not stop bugging me.”

“Oh, don’t lie to yourself, my love.”

They both laid together for the first time in the back gardens, almost getting caught like the young fools they were.

Thorin snapped out of his day dreams. Surprisingly, Y/N hadn’t left her spot at the end of the bed. She waited for a response, still watching Thorin longingly. He wanted to say something. He wanted to say that he tried, and that he was sorry. But the words got caught in his throat. He couldn’t excuse himself.

“You didn’t deserve it.. I should have been in your place..” he whispered lowly. “You never should have joined The Company. Never should have shared my perils..”

“But I loved you. I would have done anything for you.” Y/N’s chilling voice sent tingles down Thorin’s spine. Was this real? Was it just a figment of his imagination? Why wasn’t her soul not resting in the Hall of Mandos? Why did she continue to torment him?

“Wouldn’t you have done anything for me?”

[shiny-procrastinates]

(re)Watching Magia Record S1 - part 12

part 11 here

Hello and welcome back everyone to this kinda watch-along of Magia Record s1. Last time, Mifuyu invited our girls to a lecture about the "salvation" her cult is preaching and took the opportunity to make a psychological attack on Yachiyo, who's now avoiding her team. Oh, and also Momoko was going to tell the truth to Rena. How will the girls react to learning the truth about magical girls? Why did Yachiyo suddenly start distancing herself from the others? We can only find that out by watching, so let's get on to this penultimate episode!

Puella Magi Madoka Magica Side Story: Magia Record S1 episode 12

Yachiyo's seriously not having a good time since she saw Mifuyu. After talking briefly with what I guess are the illusions of old companions of hers and denying that the girls are her friends, Yachiyo decides to follow after Iroha and co. with the excuse of being unable to ignore other magical girls being fooled.

pft, what a callback, I can't believe she's still tracking Felicia. Yachiyo, please, you look like a stalker lol

Back at Memory Museum, Iroha's having a not very pleasant reunion with one of her best friends (also Felicia's growling at her haha). Iroha refuses to accept the reality that Touka's a Magius, since she thinks that the Touka she knows would never do that, but Touka really doesn't remember either her or Ui.

While Touka Mary Poppins around, Mifuyu steps in on their little argument, reminding Touka that she's supposed to be giving them a lecture, and Iroha also pulls herself together to do what she actually went there for.

Oh, that's a nice transition to the op, I forgot that happened. I forgot this ep had the opening at all.

Back at the bridge, Momoko's about to let Rena in on the truth about magical girls, when a certain person joins them.

Kaede! Long time no see. Normally, I'd be glad to see her back, but there's just something very ominous about her showing up now of all times, with a black umbrella and smiling, after what happened to her.

While that's going on, Iroha's team is getting a very handy educational slideshow on Magical Girls, courtesy of Touka. First, she proposes the scenario of a Soul Gem breaking, asking our girls what would happen in that case. After Sana and Tsuruno get it not wrong but not exactly right either, Touka gives them the answer: The Magical Girl dies.

Alas, that's a very Touka slideshow indeed, condescendingly giving a lot of synonyms for "death" just to make sure you get it. Thanks, Touka.

Back at the bridge, I wasn't imagining it, there really must be something weird going on with Kaede. Did popping a witch really break her this much? Rena hugs Kaede, who apologizes and promises they’ll be together forever now... in any other situation, I'd say that's really sweet, but right now it's really disturbing. Then, Kaede-

Kaede? KAEDE? Why and how do you know about that already?! Did Momoko tell you? Momoko's also acting suspicious. Just what the heck is going on here?

Thanks for this shot anime. Yes, Touka does very much sound like the white weasel here.

In Memory Museum, Touka explains what exactly a Soul Gem is, to the very understandable shock of Iroha and the others. After complaining about their inability to keep up, Touka urges them to move on to the next part of the lecture: "Magical Girl Theory: About Witches". Ohh man here we go.

Exactly what part of being a magical girl is exciting escapes my understanding. Maybe "scary" or "hopeless" would be a better descriptor. That aside, no wonder the rumor says you'd be affected by the memory you saw. Vicariously experiencing it is a whole 'nother deal...

Except that they don't. Unlike the game, they only get to watch the memories, not take part in them. One has to wonder why the script even bothered having Mifuyu say that if they weren't going to do it after all.

In Mifuyu's memory, just like Touka had described earlier, Yachiyo's group, who at the time was her, Mifuyu and one of the girls Yachiyo had hallucinated earlier, Kanae, are having a hard time against a powerful witch. When taking an attack from the witch head on, Kanae's Soul Gem ends up cracking and breaking so, although she managed to reflect the attack and kill the witch, she dies.

So that's how Yachiyo and Mifuyu learnt the truth about the Soul Gems, and now the Mikadzuki girls were proved that through their memories (though it's specifically Mifuyu's memory).

Back at the entrance, Yachiyo has finally caught up with the group (kinda). Touka tries to talk to her, maybe to buy some time, but Yachiyo gives absolutely zero cares and just slides down the rope like she's in some video game. Girl has no chill huh, didn't even wait to hear Touka's name, which means she has no idea that that’s one of the people Iroha was looking for.

Continuing the "practical part" of the lecture, Iroha's now seeing Mifuyu's memories from some time (years, I think) later. By this time, she and Yachiyo already had a new team with Tsuruno, Momoko and Mel, one of the other girls Yachiyo had seen the illusion of earlier, and Mikadzuki Villa was basically back to normal.

That day, when Tsuruno was busy, Yachiyo and team went to hunt a witch who had moved all the way from the east to their own ward. Like in the previous memory, the witch was powerful and her team was having a hard time, so Yachiyo told them to run away while she distracted it (remember Seance Shrine?). However, Yachiyo ends up in a pinch and Mel, the day's lucky girl, ignores Yachiyo's order and comes in to save her.

The result, too, is very much like Seance Shrine. Mel used up all her magic on saving Yachiyo and, before they can go find a Grief Seed to purify her Gem, Mel ends up witching out.

I have to say though, even though it's her own memories, Mifuyu's being pretty damn cold about this. Man, how can you watch this smiling? Are you alright? (from the point she's a magical girl, probably not.)

Rena, who probably just heard this very same story, is having the expected reaction.

Back then, Momoko was indignant to learn this truth, pressing Kyuubei for answers. The stupid cat-rabbit, however, gives the very same explanation he had given on the og about magical girls and saving the universe.

With this, Iroha's team has also learnt the truth behind Witches, whether they wanted to or not. I feel Kyuubei would like to complain about that statement saying that he's fooling someone, considering his stance is "no one asked".

That was the end to that part, but it seems there was still more to be learned here, since the lecture is not over and we continue seeing Mifuyu's memories from after that.

Mifuyu felt pretty damn miserable after what happened to Mel and couldn't get over it even after half a year had passed. Momoko tells her to just forget it already, but Mifuyu just can't. Momoko also says they shouldn't tell Tsuruno, which explains why she didn't know.

Unable to forget and unable to tell anyone about it, Mifuyu ends up witching out... or, that's what should happen normally, but instead of witching out for real Mifuyu releases her impurities to an outside form, just like Iroha, Kaede, the Amane twins and Alina all did throughout the series.

At this point, Touka cuts in to continue her lecture, now on exactly what is this event that we had been wondering the whole series about. Thanks, Touka.

According to Touka, these crystallizations of a magical girl's impurities is called a Doppel and she's the one that created the system that makes them possible. That, itself, is the proof of "salvation" that the Magius are preaching, and their goal is to reject Kyuubei's system, releasing all magical girls. Well... that's fine and all, but 1: how are you doing this; and 2: why do you need Rumors and witches for that? Still fishy.

Poor magical girls indeed.

Oh, oh no Kaede also entered the cult, she's now repeating the salvation spiel!

At the same time, Iroha and co. are also at their last stop.

I really, really like how this last scene fells like Mifuyu is inviting us, the viewers, to join the cult too. Almost makes you want to root for them... almost.

Because being meguka is suffering.

- x - (if you have been reading this as a hamster face, you're right)

Aaand that's it for episode 12! Finally, FINALLY I can call doppeling out by what it is without it being a spoiler, thank god... but now it doesn't matter because there's only one episode left, dammit >:v

So yeah, there's the explanation, kinda. It's not like they were breaking any rules (if we ignore the fact this universe shouldn't exist at all thanks to Madokami), but more that Kamihama is a special place. And yet we still have no idea of how exactly the cult's doing this, what is a Rumor, why exactly are they collecting emotional energy like Kyuubei would... actually there's one more thing that makes the cult not much better isn't it, Touka's saying they reject Kyuubei system and yet they're doing the exact same thing as them, that's super shady. Also there's no way there's no consequence to doppeling out when this series works on equivalent exchange, there's definitely gotta be some con to it. SO MANY QUESTIONS.

Talking about questions, I'm always curious about the exact timeline for this story. Whenever they talk about Mel's incident, they say it was "one year ago", and then half a year later Mifuyu's still not over it and it seems like she doppels out at this point, but in the game they say it takes another half year before that happens, I think(?). Which always left me the question of: When exactly did the Magius start acting then? It should've taken some time to get the organization as big as it is now, so one has to wonder how long ago did the incidents in Kamihama start, since by the time Iroha shows up the magical girls here already seem used to it. This always leaves me feeling like this “one year ago” is closer to “almost two years ago” rather than “a bit over a year ago”. At least by this time in the story, it should be.

Knowing exactly when did The Wings of the Magius start would also let us guess at how long Iroha herself has been a magical girl, since Touka was probably still hospitalized when she made her wish. If Iroha's really been a magical girl for over half a year, that'd explain why she was already used to it by the time she came to Kamihama, despite being weak. Rather, that'd mean she's done a great job surviving thus far considering how she's only been shown sucking at battles lol (I’ll probably never get the answer to this, tho)

By the way, we STILL have no clue as to what happened to Iroha's little sister... I don't think we're making any progress on this front this season anymore. Poor Ui, even the show forgot about her.

So yeah, that was ep 12. Next episode, hopefully, we'll get more on the reactions of our girls upon learning the truth, and see what Yachiyo plans to do, if she had a plan at all coming here... which I suspect she doesn't, she's in fact even too late to do anything about it. I told you she'd regret it! The next episode's also the last one for this season, so you can look forward to having some awesome thing to tie it off *wink*

This is it for this post, hope to see you again on the next one. Have a good morning/afternoon/evening and remember to stay hydrated!

[imclumsy]

Livestream

(peter parker x actress!reader)

Summary: the reader is an actress starring in stranger things. she starts a livestream as she chills with her best friend, peter. they get flustered when her fans point out their flirting. the fans go crazy once something happens.

Warning: idk, language maybe? if that counts??

A/N: i found this in my drafts on wattpad lmao. thought it was cute and decided to continue writing it for my first tumblr imagine post. oh and ‘Y/c/n’ means ‘your character’s name’.

“Hey, guys.” You smiled at your phone screen, holding up a peace sign as you started a live stream on Instagram. Comments started to flood in.

avengersfan01 - OMG UR LIVESTREAMING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN AGES

y/niswifey - WHERE HAVE U BEEN,, LAST TIME U POSTED WAS A MONTH AGO

msmarvel19832 - notice me senpaiiiii 😭

strangertingzz4life - hiiiiii ❤️❤️💖

"So, I'm kinda bored, my parents aren't home and I thought 'Why not do a Q&A?' since I haven't been so active on Instagram lately because I’ve been busy filming." You shuffled, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in.

"Stop moving, Y/n. I’ve almost got a 10 streak kill." Peter nudged you, keeping his attention on his video game as he ran someone over with a car.

Who knew Spider-Man would enjoy running over pedestrians.

"I'm trying to get comfortable, dickhead, let me be." You smiled, moving the camera so it was away from you and Peter. You finally decided to lay your head on his stomach as he let you lay between his legs.

"Ok, sorry about that, technical- well, physical difficulties." You laughed at the camera, making Peter chuckle, "Anyways, questions anyone? I'll answer as many as I can."

You waited for the comments to load and read out the first one you saw, "From captainamericaswhore, love the username by the way, 'Who's legs are those?'" You giggled as soon as you finished reading.

Everyone in the comments started to freak out.

y/n.y/ln.is.my.queen - YO I BET IT'S PETER SKSJAK

dontreadmyusername - who tf is peter-

peterxy/n.otp - ALJSSJAK IT'S MY SHIP OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M WITNESSING THIS

madmax751300 - [dontreadmyusername] get outta here u uncultured swine

elevenseggos - those r some thicc legs wInK wOnK

suziep00 - [elevenseggos] and i fucking oop-

“Are you livestreaming?” Peter asked, pausing his game and taking his headset off, reaching away to place it on the table.

“Yep,” You replied, popping the ‘p’. Your fans already knew who Peter was since he made a regular appearance in all your social media, especially your stories. “It’s Peter’s legs by the way. Say ‘hi’ to everyone, Pete.” You turned your camera to him.

“Hey.” He waved, sending the fans a charming smile.

“Alright, next question-“ You said, sitting up before hitting your head on Peter’s nose.

“Fuck.” He held the bridge of his nose. You laughed, letting your head fall forward as you clutched your stomach. “That fucking hurt, you idiot!” He shoved your shoulder, laughing to lighten up the mood instead of making it serious.

You turned around, looking at the tears welling up in his eyes, “Aww, alright. I’m sorry.” You reached behind him to grab a tissue from the tissue box on the small table and wiped his tears, “You good?”

"Yeah, kinda hurts, but I'm fine." He laughed, giving you a smile to reassure you that he's okay.

“You’re such a baby.” You playfully rolled your eyes before quickly kissing his nose. “You know, my lips kinda hurt too.” He smirked.

“Nice one, Parker.”

“I try my best.”

“Well, it might just be working.” You flirted back, making Peter blush profusely.

You completely forgot that you were still livestreaming as you felt your phone violently vibrate in your hand. Everyone was going crazy; crazier than normal.

noahpotatoes - WTF WTF WTF WTAF I’M SCREAMING

lucasisunderrated - Y'ALL SHE SAID 'WELL IT MIGHT JUST BE WORKING' OMFG ALL THAT FLIRTING IS GONNA PAY OFF I’M GONEEE

finnwolfhardofficial - real smooth peter,, real smooth

dustybun4life - i wonder what’s gonna happen after this livestream ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

steve_the_mom - [dustybun4life] SOME OF Y'ALL ARE NASTY OML-

Your face heated up after reading some of the comments. “What can I say, Finn? Practice makes perfect." He managed to say one last bold comment before his face turned completely red after reading all the comments shipping you two.

ironlad01762 - PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT-

elizabethz04 - SO I WASN’T HALLUCINATING LAST LIVESTREAM WHEN Y’ALL WERE FLIRTING OML I’M GONNA PASS OUT

sadiesink_ - you guys better get together by the end of this live otherwise we’re no longer gonna have movie nights in my trailer

therealcalebmclaughlin - your flirting is so cute it makes me want to puke

gatenm123 - just saying.. i better be in the front seat for your wedding

elevenseggos - I'M LOVING THIS INTERACTION AND ALL BUT PLS CONTINUE THE Q&A, I WANT THE TEA SPILT ALL OVER THE TABLE CLOTH

You felt really flustered now, feeling Peter’s body heat radiate as he wore his headsets to continue his game in order to avoid showing his flushed face. You cleared your throat, “Alright, guys, come on. Elevenseggos is right, let’s continue the Q&A.”

elevenseggos - OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN NOTICED, WHAT A BLESSED DAY

gayforrobin - [elevenseggos] CONGRATS

milliebobbybrown - [elevenseggos] "I WANT THE TEA SPILT ALL OVER THE TABLE CLOTH" I'M USING THAT FROM NOW ON

flayedforbilly - [milliebobbybrown] MILLIE OMG @elevenseggos IS HAPPY-CRYING ALL OVER ME RN, WHAT DID U DO

You waited until some questions pop up and read the first one I see, "From stony4life, 'What's it like playing a fan-favourite character in Stranger Things?'" I bite my lip as I think of an answer, "I mean - obviously - it's really cool. I actually originally auditioned for a smaller role since this was my first big thing but ended up getting the role of Y/c/n. It’s really fun to be able to play this character; she’s strange but in a mysterious yet cool way, she clicks with everyone in the group and she just straight up vibes.”

You waited for another comment, “Ooh, from peterxy/n- oh, hah, okay.” You blushed because of the username, “Have you met your celebrity crush? See, I actually ran into him 3 years ago but that crush has worn off now.” You shrugged, “But! But this guy,” You turned the camera around to face a deeply concentrated Peter, “does have a celebrity crush and he won’t tell me who it is.”

He immediately paused the game again and took off his headsets, “Because it’s embarrassing.”

“I’m sure it’s not, don’t be so dramatic.”

“Trust me, it is.”

“You know I can probably get my agent to get you to meet them.” You pointed out.

“Yeah, but what if I already met them?”

milevenisrealmfs - OH MY GOD GUYS BRACE YOURSELVES IT’S GONNA HAPPEN

eggosaresuperior - SHIT SHIT WAIT LEMME GET MY SCREENRECORDER ON

milevenisrealmfs - omg y/n better get what he’s saying otherwise i’m gonna cry

“Oh my God, when? Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked. He looked at you like you were joking, “Seriously?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“You’re actually so dumb.” He said before softly grabbing your jaw and kissing you. You almost dropped your phone from the sudden action but he pulled away just before you could.

You were left with a dumbfounded gaze, you glanced at your phone and saw all the comments flooding in again, “Alright, gotta go guys, bye.” You quickly ended the live.

You sighed then looked at Peter, “You like me?” You asked.

“Well, yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious.” He shrugged, nervously avoiding your eye contact.

You studied his features before gently placing your lips against his. He kissed back, leaning into your touch as you held his cheek. You pulled away, both of you smiling, “Then it’s a good thing I like you too.”

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[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

do #14 from the punch in the gut list! i like my drama with a happy ending!

Oh oh oh! This is something actually super similar to something I already had planned for my multi chapter Frankie fic! So you know. Enjoy the preview I guess? lol.

14. "I can’t keep pretending like I’m okay with being just your friend when I want you in my bed.”

“You trying to hit on me, Frankie Morales?” Molly asked, a bright smile on her lips, a laugh dancing in her green eyes. Frankie looked at the liquor bottles on the shelf behind the bar, and saw the reflection of the deer heads on the wall behind him in the mirror, shrugging slowly.

“And what if I am?” He flicked his eyes to her, as she sat next to him at the bar with an empty beer bottle in front of her and a shot glass full of whiskey in her hand. “You’re lookin’ gorgeous tonight; if you don’t want me sayin’ so, you shouldn’t wear those tight ass jeans.” Molly threw her head back and laughed, that rough nasally caw that he had grown to love nearly as much as the happy sounds that Veronica made in the mornings. She tossed the shot back and signalled to the bartender for another of both, raising an eyebrow at Frankie who shrugged again. She pointed at his near empty bottle and the bartender nodded.

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” she dismissed with another chuckle. “I suppose puppy eyes like yours even need some help sometimes.” She threw back the new shot and passed Frankie’s new beer to him and he wanted to shake her and to leave and never see her again.

She whacked his arm gently (Frankie suppressed a shiver only through the pure stubborn determination that had been drilled into him for decades in the special forces) and Frankie very deliberately did not look to see if his arm now sported a deep red burn in the shape of her fingers. It wasn’t real, just like every time she touched him and he felt that stinging, hot feeling soot through him from point of contact to the tight ball in his stomach that had started forming on that day in the parking lot of P.J’s. It was only in his imagination, just like every flirtatious smile she threw at him, and every lingering glance and suggestive remark. He was barking up the wrong tree, and it hurt.

“I haven’t seen you around the house in the past few days,” she remarked, hand still on his forearm. Frankie wished, desperately, that he hadn’t worn a tee shirt today. That he had sleeves to protect himself from feeling how strong her fingers were, how cool they felt compared to his skin. He wished that he didn't know that if he said that to her she would roll her eyes and pretend to be offended and say that ‘she didn’t have cold hands, he just ran too hot for this kind of climate’. He wished that he had been able to hide better at that table in the back of the bar by the ancient jukebox, that she hadn’t spotted him almost as soon as she sat at the bar and hadn’t grinned and nodded at the seat next to her.

“Yeah, uh, I finished with the porch and the door hasn’t come in yet, so I figured I should get started on the stuff that needs doin’ around the barn while I waited.” She squeezed his arm and let go to grab her new beer, and Frankie took everything back. He wanted that touch back. She swallowed and he couldn’t help watching the way her throat moved.

“Normally you come up to the house for breaks though, I was starting to wonder if you were mad at me or something,” she explained, laughing casually, eyes surprisingly serious as they finally caught and held his. “And then you’re holed up in that corner tonight, jeez Fish, you’re gonna give a girl a complex,” she admonished him gently, eyes not leaving his face, even as his dropped to the floor.

“Sorry,” he muttered. All confidence from earlier gone, all the hurt that he had been nursing since he had seen her get into Caden’s truck last week bubbling to the surface. “Just busy fixing up the ranch. Like you pay me to do.” Molly set her beer down with a thunk. “Listen,” he said, picking up his own beer and sliding off the stool and onto his feet, still not looking up at her. “Thanks for the beer, but I’m not really in a great mood tonight, I’ll just see you later, ok?” He started to turn away when she grabbed a handful of the back of his shirt and snapped,

“Ok what the hell Frankie, you’ve been blowing hot and cold on me for a week now, and I’m fucking sick of it.” He pulled against her hold gently and she yanked harder, forcing him to either rip his shirt or sit back down. He sat and she let go, instead putting both of her hands on his knees and squeezing gently.

“What’s wrong Fish? Is it the baby? Is she sick or something?” He shook his head and heaved a sigh.

“Nope, Veronica’s just fine.” Molly dug her fingers into his knees a little harder.

“Ok well then have I managed to step on some more southern toes again? I swear this time whatever I did was unintentional,” she tried to joke. Frankie didn’t smile, he just slid further back on the seat, forcing her to let go of his knees. He looked up briefly to find her staring at him intently, brow furrowed.

“No, you’re fine, I’m just tired, ok? I think I’m going to just head out.” He set the beer down on the bar and made to leave again.

“Fuck, Fish, I thought we were friends, if I’ve fucking pissed you off at least be a man about it and tell me so I can god damned apologize!” Molly was starting to get pissed now, Frankie heard it in her voice and he didn’t care, he was done, he couldn’t do this anymore, he was angry too, angry that one more good thing had popped into his life to merely wave on its way out. It seemed like every time he thought that finally things were starting to turn around something went to shit, and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop it. And if she didnt’t stop looking at him with those big green eyes, hurt and confused and mad, he was going to-

“Well maybe we aren’t!” Fish hissed back.

Do that. Frankie would do that. Molly sat back quickly, startled.

“Aren’t what?” She licked her lips and Frankie clenched his fists. “Aren’t friends? Well that’s fucking news to me, Fish. Last time I checked, it's your favorite brand of beer in my fridge not anybody else’s.” Frankie scoffed and glared at the chipped and stained surface of the bar, fingers going to the label of one of the empties near them to start scratching and peeling at it.

“Really? No one else's? Not even Caden’s?” Molly was silent and he told himself that he didn’t care. That this was fine and that he was going to get over this latest disappointment just like he had all the others. He had survived Redfly’s death. He had survived the loss of all that money, and Veronica’s mother leaving them, this was fine. It wasn’t like they were even together. Molly hadn’t ever made any sort of indication that she even liked him like that, it was all in his head and really, he should have known better, she wasn’t planning on staying anyways, this was better, this was fine.

“No, why would I keep beer in the house for him?” Molly asked quietly. Frankie tore half the label off and angrily rolled the freed piece into a ball between his thumb and forefinger. “What do you mean, we aren’t friends Fish? What’s gotten into you?”

He threw the ball at the garbage can behind the bar and missed entirely. He finally met her eyes and sighed, tapping his fingers on the brown bottle in his hand.

“I can’t keep pretending like I’m okay with just being your friend when I want you in my bed,” Frankie finally said, absorbing the surprise in her face with resignation. “And I saw you go home with Caden last week, you clearly don’t feel the same way that I do, and that’s fine, I just,” he paused and shook his head. Frankie let go of the bottle, now ruined for deposit, and stood. “I need some time. Probably a lot of time.” Molly looked like she wanted to say something and he cut her off. “I’ll see you around, Molls.”

Frankie turned away from her and walked out of the bar, heading to his truck and the joint he knew was in his glove box. He knew he shouldn’t, that the recertification agent could piss test him whenever he felt like it for the next two months but he needed to chill out before he drove home to his aunt and the baby.

He sat on the tailgate of his truck for the next ten minutes, listening to the faint sound of the country music from the bar he had left abruptly, smoking and staring at his boots as he swung his legs idly. He groaned and slid forward, intending to jump down and leave when a beat up Vans sneaker flew through the air and smacked him in the chest. He stared at it, sitting in his lap, and blinked slowly. That was a new reaction to pot. He was 99% sure that that hadn’t been one of those weird joints Pope had brought with him last time he came to visit. He should not be hallucinating things right now, that had to be a real shoe in his lap. He looked up slowly to find Molly standing in front of him, hands on her hips, scowl on her face, one foot shoe-less.

“You shouldn't walk around a bar parking lot barefoot,” he told her quietly, holding her tiny sneaker in his hand. “You’re going to step on glass or something and get tetanus” He jumped down and held the shoe out to her. She continued to scowl at him as she took it roughly from him and smacked his arm with it. He tried to dodge her but she just hit him again.

“What the fuck, you asshole?!” She shouted at him, dropping her shoe to the ground and stomping her foot into it. “What the hell is your problem, you big baby?! You just drop a bomb like that on me and leave?!” He knew as soon as he opened his mouth that he should shut it again and not speak but,

“Dropping bombs was kind of one of my specialties, remember? It's what your tax dollars paid to train me to do.” Molly looked like she was ready to gut him.

“Stop talking. You are just high enough not to have the self preservation of a goose, and I would feel bad if I killed you before I got to do this.”

And she leaned up and kissed him.

Frankie stood parade rest still, eyes wide open and watching her face. She pulled back and sighed.

“If you wanted something more with me you should have just said something, you fucking dumbass.” She leaned in to kiss him again and he stopped her.

“But wait, aren't you with-” She slapped her hand over his mouth.

“I said no speaking. I don’t know what you think you saw or what, but I proimise you, you’ll be the first guy I fuck south of the Mason Dixon line.” She removed her hand and kissed him again, hands knocking his hat to the bed of the truck and tangling in his sweaty curls.

[skylarmoon71]

Nick Amaro x Reader-Chapter 12

“Are you willing to take that risk?” 

Barry’s words wouldn’t leave your mind. He was right, the only thing stopping you was fear. Fear of losing your friend, or hurting him. At this point it felt like you’d already done both of those. 

“Hey sunshine.” your eyes lifted at Fin’s greeting. “Hey Fin, have you seen Rollins. Cisco left me a gift for her.” It was a STAR Labs sweater, he insisted you give it to her. Fin chuckled. 

“That kid, I doubt he could handle Rollins.”

“You’d be surprised. “ Now that you thought about it, Cisco seemed attracted to very dangerous women. Kendra, Golden Glider, Gypsy, now Rollins. He really did have a type.

Rollins walked in just then with a very disgruntled looking Nick. Carisi was behind them mouthing ‘don’t ask’. You raised a brow. Fin apparently didn’t heed the warning. 

“What’s wrong with you?” he questioned. Said question just made the growing crease in Nick’s forehead deepen. “Alright, got it.” Fin replied. He took a seat, and everyone slowly gravitated to their own corners. The air was tense. You wanted to know why he was in such a bad mood, but at the same time, you were already on shaky ground with Nick. So maybe tipping the boat wasn’t exactly the smartest plan. “I’m a little peckish. Think I’ll go get a quick bite. Anyone want anything?” You hoped your offer would cut the tension in the room. 

“I’m good.” Nick answered gruffly. You frowned. You moved to get up, but the sight of a familiar brunette caught your attention. “Isn’t that..” you started but Amanda shook her head vigorously, advising you not to say anything. The reason behind Nick’s horrible mood was starting to make sense. That was the woman Nick was seeing for the past two weeks. 

There she was now, chatting it up with another detective in the unit. From the way she was casually touching his shoulder and leaning into him, you could tell. “That tramp.” you thought with a glare. No wonder he was angry. You could imagine how Nick felt. From his perspective it must have seemed that women were just tearing him down left and right. Now you felt bad. If you’d just given him a chance, maybe things would be different. He’d probably never take another one on you. 

Even if that was the case, maybe you could do something to make him feel a little better. Your eyes caught the cup of coffee in the woman’s hand and you grinned. Gold flickered in your orbs and her hand titled on its own. She gasped when the liquid spilled all over the other detective’s expensive suit. He jumped back, letting out a shout at the hot liquid that unfortunately landed on his crotch. You winced a little. Most of the precinct saw what happened and you ducked your head when the eyes of your team landed on you. 

“You can’t prove a thing.” you said in one quick breath. Amanda watched  you for a few seconds, before she burst out laughing. Carisi and Fin joined in. Pretty soon you were laughing too. You chanced a look in Nick’s direction. He was wearing a small smile. Hope didn’t seem that lost after all. 

~~~

“Thank you for stopping by Barry, come back anytime.” He gave one last hug, standing at the door. “I will. I have a feeling Cisco won’t mind coming back either.” That you believed. He really was relentless. A knock on your door caused you and Barry to look over. You reached for the knob, opening it. Nick was on the other side, he was shuffling on his feet. He looked up when he saw the door open. 

“Hey (Y/N) I-” he stopped himself when he saw Barry. 

“I didn’t realize you had company.” 

“No it’s fine. I was just leaving. “ Barry moved over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He winked at you. “See you soon.” he said. Just like that he was gone in a gust of wind and a spark of red light. Nick stood there, wide eyed. His short hair looked partially ruffled from the wind. “He’s fast.” you added. 

“Yeah no shit!” you smiled at Nick’s reaction. “Just so you know, you’re the only one that knows his identity right now. Try to resist telling Carisi. He won’t ever stop with the questions. “ 

Nick stepped in, still trying to process what just happened. 

“Wait a second he’s the-”

“Yep.” 

“And he-”

“That’s right.” 

“But that’s-”

“Impossible.” you finished. “Trust me, don’t try to find a logical explanation. You won’t find one. “ 

You closed the door, offering him a chair to sit on. “You want a glass of water or something.” He shook his head, not taking a seat either. He just looked at you.

“I’m okay.” Now that he was standing there, you were curious why. He was still wearing a dress shirt and slacks from work, so your guess was he came straight over after he clocked out. 

“If you wanted to kiss him before he left you could have. I shouldn’t have come by when I did.” 

“Kiss him? “ your puzzled look earned a gesture from Nick. 

Oh… 

“Nick you’ve got it all wrong he’s married.” His hands moved to his waist. 

“Wait….you’re having an affair with him?”

“NO! God No.” It was a laughable thought. “Trust me there is absolutely nothing there. Barry would never in a million years cheat on his wife. Neither would I. Cheat that is. Barry and I grew up together. We’ve known each other for ages.”

“Oh, well okay.” You could have been sure you saw relief on Nick’s face. 

“That’s good, not sure if I could compete with a guy that runs faster than Carisi devours his mother’s home cook cannoli.” 

 You smiled at his joke. Then you really thought about what he said. 

“Compete with him?” you asked hopefully. Nick stepped closer, not touching you, but with the lack of distance, he didn’t really have to. Just his presence had you weak. 

“I know what you said before, and in all honesty you’re right. Nothing ever ends well when partners get involved. I’ve been on this job long enough to know. Olivia told me about her previous partner, Elliot. From what I heard around the squad, they weren’t just partners. And we all know how that ended.  “ you heard rumors, but Olivia clarified that he left her. Without so much as a goodbye. You weren’t sure if you could take it if Nick ever did that. Just up and left you with no warning. 

“I know Nick, trust me I know. That’s why I said we should stop it before it got to that point. Our partnership is already far from normal. The things I can do. Things I’ve done. I feel like I’m living in a constant state of fear.”

He was afraid you would agree with him. The plan was to come back and repair your relationship. He was tired of walking on eggshells. He didn’t care if you were unwilling to pursue anything more than friends. He just missed his partner. That being said, it didn’t stop him from hoping you would want something more. That hope would always be there. He was just going to have to find a way to deal with it. 

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore. Listen, the past two weeks I’ve been a dick. I think we can both agree on that. I was pissed at you, and the truth is I was wrong. When I tried to force those feelings on someone else, everyone saw how well that worked out. “

“Yeah, can’t say I’m sorry to see her go.” you snickered. Nick couldn’t stop the smile that played on his lips. 

“Ha ha very funny. Don’t think I didn’t see your little trick.” 

“Where’s the evidence officer? “ you raised your hands with a giggle. Nick shook his head with a smile. 

“Anyway, I just wanted to apologize. I respect you (Y/N), and I respect your decision. As long as I have my partner I’m fine.” you gave him a pointed look. 

“Are you sure?” you took another step forward, closing what little space you had between each other. You didn’t miss the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. He licked his lips, from the look in his eyes you could tell it was an impulse action. 

“What..” he muttered lost. 

You licked your own lips, hands reaching to rest on his shoulders. You finally leaned all the way in, to the point where your chest was pressed to his. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and you had to look up to see into his eyes. At your height, he was still a few inches taller. 

“I’m tired of being afraid, Nick. I want to feel something, something real. And I want to experience it with you, because…” you closed your eyes, when they reopened Nick took in a sharp breath. 

You could always tell when your eyes changed around him. His reactions were so obvious. “Because with you..everything feels right. I want to give this a chance. I-If that’s what you still want.” 

Now he thought maybe he was hallucinating. His forehead leaned on yours and he knew. It was real. “Of course I want this.” he breathed. You beamed at him. “That’s good. “Nick hugged you, pulling a deep breath. It felt like forever since either of you were this close.

“By the way, jealous Nick is adorable. “ He pulled back . 

“I wasn't jealous, I was just concerned.” he protested. 

“Suuuure you were.” you mocked. He closed his eyes with a laugh. “Okay, maybe just a little. What do you expect. The guy is a hero. I was afraid I’d have to wear tights to impress you. “ you giggled. “No need, I’m not sure you could rock it. Besides, you’re a hero too Nick. “ He was about to argue, but the genuine look in your eyes made him decide against it. You really did see him that way. 

“I appreciate that (Y/N).” 

“It’s all true. “ Now that everything was resolved, you weren’t sure what to do. Just a few seconds ago he was about to kiss you. You wanted him to, but maybe after all that happened, taking it slow was the best way to go. You couldn’t risk a mistake by pushing too fast, too quickly. You turned, breaking eye contact. You moved to the fridge to get him a drink.

“So since you're already here, how about you chill for a while and-” Nick’s hand pressed to the fridge, shutting it. He was right behind you. He moved so quietly, you didn’t even hear him. 

“I’m a little thirsty for something else.” the sudden drop in his voice made you quiver. You almost lost it when he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. “I hope you realize you can’t say all those things and expect me to leave here without a kiss.” 

You bit down on your lower lip. You were still caged to the fridge. He had you right where he wanted you. Your head lifted and you glanced over your shoulder. Slowly, you turned around, now fully facing him. “Just one kiss.” you spoke. He smirked. “Of course. “ your eyes narrowed at the playful look in his eyes. You leaned on your tiptoes, reaching up and pressing a quick peck to his lips. 

“Okay, that’s it.” 

“Come on! That was hardly a kiss.” he complained. It’s not like you didn’t want to, you were just afraid if you gave him a proper one, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself after just one kiss. 

Nick shifted, invading your space, and this time he initiated the kiss. He pulled you to his body, lifting you slightly off the ground to match his height. Your hands moved over his shoulders and into his hair, forgetting everything else. He kissed you with vigor, tongue wasting no time, slipping past your lips. He deepened the kiss, trying to memorize your taste, your smell. 

Your fingers found merit in his short dark locks, and you were tugging lightly, trying to urge a sound out of him. He complied, a soft grunt leaving his throat. All you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your chest. It was getting louder and louder as the kiss progressed. When you separated, you were shocked to see that you were no longer in the kitchen, but now pressed to the couch. Nick was grinning at you like a teenager. 

“How...do you keep doing that?” you asked between pants. You didn’t feel him move at all. 

“It’s a secret.” he said softly. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, brushing your hair behind your ear. 

Apparently you weren’t the only one with a superpower. 

[eyeslikefoxglove]

Episode 19 - Yiling Laozu mode activated & BAMF!Lan WangJi avenging his husband

Hiiii! It’s Saturday and I’m pumped! Sorry it’s been radio silence for the whole week, I tried to do this on Monday, but I’ve been going driving with my parents the whole week bc I finally got my own car (or rather, they got me a car) and ya girl hasn’t driven for the last six years, so I needed some practice. Also, I pouted at my mum to get me a bunch of music albums in physical format for said car... and turns out it doesn’t have a CD reader lol. In other news, gardening has the upside of giving me a healthy sun glow, instead of my usual Vulcan pallor (I’m quite light and olive, I’m pretty much green-ish) and before anyone freaks tf out about sun tanning and skin cancer: I have a sun allergy, I don’t go anywhere without SPF 50 and I don’t sunbathe.

Ok, two things: one, WWX is looking rough, I mean, expected after such major surgery. Two, thank god someone finally decided to disguise his clothes.

Aaaaaand it did fuck all for him. Cool cool cool.

JC’s dream/hallucination is fucking me up ok? Ok.

MY BB! 10/10 this is what he’d see if he looked in the Mirror of Erised, it’s breaking my heart.

FUCK OFF SUBCONSCIOUS, LET HIM HAVE ONE HAPPY DREAM.

He’s so happy! I know it’s a complicated issue but I’m also glad he had this moment of relief and happiness in all this mess.

Again WC missed the memo about how antagonistic WWX can be. His brother has a golden core again and his sister is safe, I’m pretty sure at this time he couldn’t give less of a fuck if he lives or dies and he’s reached peak pain tolerance with the core transfer so not even torture will work; exactly what leverage does WC think he has on WWX for the interrogation?

WC: I’ll ask WZL to crush his core first.

Me: *uncontrollable cackling*

Slow clap for our boy for activating YLLZ (I’m going to start shortening Yiling Patriarch to this) mode while really fucked up. I really love this creepy af side of WWX and considering this is pre-Burial Mounds I think it is safe to say he’s always had it in him, just you know, amped up to 11 after the Trauma and the demonic cultivation.

Anyway, go forth and mindfuck them all my child.

...that branding iron is not hot, why it is smoking?

JC: *wearing a hat and plain robes to hide*

Also JC: *Zidian and his very distinctive guan on full display*

Ok I don’t have any way to elaborate on it, but I’m pretty sure of two things:

1. The Burial Mounds is An Entity.

2. WWX is not fully alive anymore.

3. (This is a bonus, I don’t want to think what he ate for three months in a mountain full of corpses. Ok? Ok)

WN BB WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU. HE’S SO GOOD AND SO BRAVE I CAN’T.

This is creepy creepy.

So when WWX starts hearing LWJ’s voice among all the screaming is this LWJ already playing Inquiry (if I remember he did play inquiry when he found out Lotus Pier had burned) or him just being WWX’s anchor to sanity?

Oh hey, that’s a rib cage.

And thus YLLZ was born.

This is one of my favourite scenes and I’m pumped. I’ve also seen it set to a Targaryen music theme and it is even more fucking epic. I kept expecting LWJ to go dracarys on their asses. Also, he’s literally a husband on a revenge mission right here, fucking fight me if you disagree (don’t fight me, I’m baby). Btw as always the cinematography *chef’s kiss* Just assume I’m screaming like a fan girl all throughout this.

Now he’s a widower on a revenge mission (or so he thinks)

PSA: don’t be like JiaoJiao, take your makeup off before going to sleep.

(Ok, tiiiiiny bit of pity for JiaoJiao here, she’s fucking terrified and WC is being an asshole about it. I mean, it’s what everyone expected but holy shit what a douchebag)

Ohhhh sad WuJi on a cello still breaking my heart.

Ok but let me delve into my own hc here. JC is being so very soft when talking to LWJ, it kind of makes me wonder how many sleepless nights these two ended up talking about WWX in their search and just trying to reassure each other that he was alive. There is absolutely no bitterness when he says he thought WWX had taken off to be with LWJ in LanLing too, so that, plus the fact that the Lan disciples give Suibian to LWJ really makes me think JC knows and is on board with LWJ’s feelings for WWX. There’s absolutely no way he’d let him touch his, afahk deceased, brother’s sword if he still thought LWJ hated WWX.

I just need these two sad beans to be friends ok?

Just imagine:

LWJ: Wei Ying is so... *longing look, Bichen grip*

JC: *lightbulb goes off* oooohhh. Ok, now I see, you want to marry the dumbass!

LWJ: *freaked out look*

JC: No, no. It’s fine, once we find the idiot he’s all yours.

That’s a lot of bodies. Also, of course Dumb Jin Cousin (I know he’s Jin ZiXun but shortening it sounds too much like Jin Zixuan, so no. Also the reason why I call Jin Zixuan Peacock all the time) doesn’t mind animals desecrating corpses.

I don’t know if I’ve said it but I so much prefer CQL!Peacock to MDZS!Peacock. Just look at the character development of him making his own people collect the corpses of their enemies and be respectful to them.

Also, oooff, Shijie saying that anywhere they travel the only thing to see is corpses covering the ground hit me hard.

Some of my Yunmeng sibs are together again and I’m smiling like an idiot (also, JC looks like he gives amazing hugs).

Nvm JC realising LWJ is into his baby brother, I’m pretty sure the Peacock thinks LWJ just became a widower.

Again, NMJ is a cool dude, but he needs to take a fucking chill pill before he bursts a blood vessel and ends up with a haemorrhagic stroke of out sheer anger- induced HBP.

But also, if he didn’t agree to give these two the Yiling assignment out of sheer big brother instinct I’ll eat one of my textbooks.

Look at him asking after his crush and getting all worried when he realises no one knows where he is.

These two, crying over their baby brother just break my heart. I just want to blanket and kittens them.

We are getting murdery in here!

Thanks for reading!

[pit-and-the-pen]

Hey there Delilah Blurb

I was talking to @thoseofgreatambition about our OC’s and we came up with this little gem of an idea. 

Characters: First year OC’s Deliliah and Gwendolyn Hughs (read the first chapter of this here  )

Warnings: Just general underage characters (Nothing explicit just little kids being goofy kids) 

Taglist: General: @thoseofgreatambition @ickle-ronniekins @summer-writes @obsessedwithrandomthings @harrysweasleys @kpopgirlbtssvt @shadowsinger11 @harrypotter289

Word Count: a little under 1000

FLOWERS IN HER HAIR 

The weather had finally cleared up. Spring was starting to pop it’s head in from the winter chill that hung around in the mornings. With the new sun from the past few days, wildflowers had started to pop up in little clusters. In between classes, I had started to gather a little pile in my bag. I didn’t necessarily like picking them, I had a thought of a better idea for them. 

As if she read my mind, I saw her fussing over a pile of books. 

“GWENDY!!” Her head shot right up. I ran towards where she was sitting, hair tied up in a shiny new ribbon. 

“I thought I asked you to stop calling me that, Dee?” She heaved out, not looking up from the book she was reading. 

“And I recall not listening.” I plopped down cross-legged in front of her. She still didn’t move. I crossed my arms and started to think. 

After a few seconds, I signed loudly and dramatically. No response. I repeated it three more times and nothing. 

Suddenly taken over by hating the feeling of being ignored, I flopped myself over her lap and covered up the book she was reading. I threw my arm over my face and pretended to cry. 

“May I help you?” She said, desperately trying to hold back giggles. 

“Oh no. Don’t stop on my account. I just thought that my best friend would want to at least acknowledge she can see me. Especially when I brought her something.” I pulled my arm away from my face in time to see her roll her eyes. 

“All right. I’ll bite.” She says deadpan, suddenly she perks up and smiles at me. “What did you bring me?” Her tone matches mine, I decide to ignore the mild teasing. 

Sitting up, I reach over to my bag and pull it towards me. Sliding around to sit behind her. “You’ll see!” 

Untying the ribbon from her hair, I picked up the pile of colorful flowers and started to braid them into her hair. 

I peered over her shoulder to look at what she was working on. Potions. 

“I just don’t know how you do so well in that class. Snape gives me the creeps.” I gave a dramatic shiver. 

She just kept reading. “He’s not actually going to poison you. Just threaten it.” My hands stopped at her words. “Just get over the threat of murder, it’s fine.” 

“The sad thing is, I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” I shook my head to get his scowl out of my mind and started back braiding. After a few minutes, you weren’t as fast as your father was at doing this, she winced as you pulled a little too tight mistaking the hair for a flower stem. 

“Ow! What are you even doing? It’s nearly impossible to do my work with you pulling at my hair so much.” Her hand came up to touch it, before you pushed it back down.

“You really need to lighten up Gwendy. Your aura is so intense.” She seemed to sag a little at my comment. 

“How can I lighten up when there’s so much work to get done?! We have two essays due next week and Snape wants me to write out the different uses of belladonna for that extra credit.” 

Now you were rolling your eyes, you two often disagreed about these types of things. 

“Okay first off, due next week means do next week. Next. It’s extra credit. You’re the only one that demands to be not only the top, but the top by a whole extra person.” You signed again. “You do know you can’t get two E’s in the same class right?”

“I…” Gwen started but I just kept going. 

‘Plus that is so leading. Very rarely does anyone call in Belladonna. It’s just a deadly nightshade seed. Highly toxic and can cause delirium or hallucinations. Also you can make it into a syrup with a few other things and it’s used in the drought of peace potion.” She turns her head slightly to look at you. 

“Okay now repeat that, slower this time.” After she wrote down what you said. She paused and said in a small voice. 

“What’s the point of being good at things if you’re not going to be the best? Besides-I want to beat Graves for top in potions. He made fun of my mum, so I want to make him cry.” Her voice got intense before she went silent and started making small swirls on a piece of parchment. 

“Cause I know how to have fun. Everyone knows you’re loads smarter than him, you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone. But also just for that comment. Make.Him.Regret.It” She slammed her book closed. 

“I already know I’m smart. Can’t I have fun this way? I still get to see you and my other friends plenty, so how bad can it be? Anyways- he cried for hours last week, give me a few more points and I think we can break him.” 

I held my chin in a fake thinking face before I lit up. 

‘Imagine how he would feel if I did better than him!” I slouched a little. “Guess I actually have to try on this next one.” I scowled at the thought. 

“Oh I love that. Let’s get you studied then.” She clapped her hands together excitedly, I groaned out loud and rolled over so my face was in the grass. 

“You're so lucky I love you!”

[sorceress-coffee]

Adventures in Trollsitting

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I awoke to the sound of a foghorn, my alarm. Groaning I tried to roll over but was pinned down by something heavy sitting on my waist. The bed began to shift under me. Confused, until I decided to finally open my eyes, coming face to face with bluestone. My brow furrowed before I recalled the events and shock from last night. Draal had subbed in for my bed to keep an eye. As he sat up I nuzzled my head under his chin, seeing that the heavy object pinning me happened to be his arm.

Draal chucked at the gesture, handing over my blaring phone. “Morning, does it always make that awful noise?” He huffed through his nose, rattling the ring in a disgruntled manner at the alarm.

I smiled turning the alarm off, yawning as I snuggled up to him more, still tired. “Only when I need to be awake at a certain time. Jim, Toby, and I are supposed to head to Trollmarket this morning. I need to speak with Vendel about armor designs.” I paused thinking over last night, “Sorry for… worrying you.” I sighed out.

Draal hummed as I spoke of going to Trollmarket with Toby and Jim, peering down at me in confusion when I apologized. “You are my mate; it is now my duty to take care of you, that includes worrying.” He smiled, nuzzling my jaw with his nose, “It is not something you need to apologize for. The news last night was a ‘shock’ as Jim put it.”

I smiled softly, hugging around his neck, “Thank you for watching over me then.” Pulling back to stretch before getting up, “Being made of stone, you’re pretty comfortable as a bed.” I teased, heading upstairs with Draal, heading up to the second floor to my room.

Draal followed close, stepping into my room for the first time since he threw Nomura out of the window his first night here. He sniffed over the desk with a canvas about 5 feet tall and 3 feet wide leaning against it, with various spray paint canisters laying around it, “What is this?” He asked, nudging the canvas with the beginnings of a dark figure in bright green and blue swirls.

I was digging through my closet for a change of clothes, peeking out to see what he was asking about, I grinned. “That’s a piece I’m working on for an art show, it’s later on in the year but I’ve been working on it since the beginning of the school year. I’m hoping to be the first spray painter accepted into the show!” I pulled on black leggings covered in the same green and blue paint as the canvas and an oversized black long sleeve with a silver spaceship on it. “Do you think I have a chance?” I asked as he examined the picture.

Draal chuckled, looking over the picture close, “Human’s are… moronic, usually, but they’d be blind to turn this away, who is in the painting?” He traced the swirls of blue paint, before poking at the head of the shadowed figure.

“I’m not sure actually, it’s a scene I’ve dreamt about a lot though growing up. He shows up in them so I don’t know if it’s a tv character or someone I’ve met a long time ago and forgotten about. Usually, there’s a person wearing gold too, but I haven’t figured how to draw them yet.” I explained, standing next to Draal, staring at the painting.

Draal hummed, tilting his head as a thud sounds from Jim’s room. “Our Trollhunter has been bested by his bed it seems.” He smirked, waiting by the door as I grabbed my school stuff before heading out with him.

I checked mom’s room to make sure she left for the day before going to Jim’s door, knocking. “Jim? You okay in there?”

Jim groaned from behind the door. Loud shuffling could be heard before he opened the door, yawning. “Morning River, morning Draal.” He greeted, trudging past us. “Remind me to never let Blinky talk us into visiting before school.”

“We both know that’s not going to happen,” I smirked, following Jim downstairs, Draal right behind us.

Jim nodded, grabbing his bag off of the banister, “Yeah, he can talk anyone into anything.”

Draal laughed, shaking his head. “He’s not used to a Trollhunter that needs to sleep either. You’ll get used to it.”

Jim smiled up at Draal, “You gonna be good on your own?” He asked, glancing between Draal and me.

“I will be looking for Killahead Bridge while you attend your training and learning dungeon,” Draal smirked, content with his job for now. “I will return by the time your mother is home to guard her and the house.”

Jim nodded, pausing to tilt his head in confusion, “Learning dungeon?” he asked, looking to me.

I laughed, “School, it means school.” I explained, realization crossing Jim’s face as he laughed.

Draal nudged my cheek with his brow, “You don’t want to keep Vendel or the fleshbag Tobias waiting,” he nods the window where we see Toby yawning, tapping his foot impatiently as he waits for us.

I chuckle, pressing my brow to Draal’s before heading out with Jim, “Bye, Draal! We’ll see you later!”

Toby waved to Draal as we left, snickering at me, “You’ve gotten comfy having Draal live with you.” He remarks, trying to tease.

Jim shakes his head, chuckling, “Why wouldn’t she be comfortable with Draal there? They act like a married couple already!” He snickered as we headed into town for breakfast at Stuart’s Taco Truck, before going to Trollmarket.

I smirked at both of them, rolling my eyes at the obvious teasing, “Seeing as he’s the equivalent of being my fiancé, yeah, of course, I’m comfortable with him living with us. I’m surprised you’re not uncomfortable.” I remarked to Jim, elbowing him.

Jim shrugged, “Draal’s like a brother already, he fits right in with us. Besides, as I told you, as long as you’re happy, I won’t have a reason to use Daylight,” he snarked back to me, joking about using Daylight. He would never use the sword on Draal.

Stuart opened the Taco Truck window as we approached, “Morning my best customers! How was your date River?” He asked, starting on the breakfast burritos, knowing our usual orders.

“Date?” Jim and Toby asked in unison, turning to me.

I laughed, shrugging a bit, “I picked up tacos and burritos for Draal and me, Stuart put two and two together. It was great, he enjoyed raiding the scrap yard with me!” I grinned leaning against the window to converse with Stuart as he cooked.

He laughed, wrapping the burritos, “Now that sounds like a keeper to me! Find anything good?” He asked, handing the bag to Toby as Jim paid, he still owed Toby from before his fight with Draal.

I nodded, “Yup, I found some old tech I’ll bring it to the shop next time it’s open.”

“Thanks, River! Boys, have a good day!” Stuarts waved us off with a grin.

Jim shook his head, “You make some really weird friends. Not that they’re weird, it’s just who you end up making friends with isn’t the usual for a high schooler,” He corrected quickly as I gave him the side-eye of disapproval.

“You’re telling the non-human dating a troll, that who she makes friends with isn’t typical?” I asked, smirking to Jim as Toby handed out the breakfast burritos, chomping into mine quickly, waiting for an answer.

Jim floundered for a response as Toby snickered, unwrapping his burrito, “You walked right into that one Jimbo.” He teased, biting into his burrito.

Jim huffed, eating his food while sulking a bit. I paused outside of the Vespa shop, “Hey, Jim. Aren’t these the Vespa’s you’ve been drooling over?” I asked, finishing off my food.

Jim whistled, stopping next to me, fighting the urge to drool over it. “Vespa 300 GTS Super. Single-cylinder. Catalyzed four-stroke Quasar engine,” he sighed. “Can you imagine me going down the road on that? Wind whipping through my hair, Claire holding tight to my back,” he trailed off, lost in his head.

I rolled my eyes as Toby sighed, “Me, cruising in the sidecar next to you,” he spoke, interrupting Jim’s fantasy.

I shook my head, snickering at Jim’s disgruntled look directed at Toby. “Tobes, you know that’s for a motorcycle, right?” I remarked.

Toby pouts towards me before seeing Jim’s look, “Oh. You imagined you and Claire alone, didn’t you?” He asked Jim with a sheepish smile.

“We both know the odds of mom getting you a Vespa for your 16th birthday.” I sighed, knowing Jim was hoping for one.

“Only slightly worse than me winning the lottery and buying it myself, but still slightly better than you getting a motorcycle for your 19th birthday.” He snickered, teasing me back. I grinned ruffling his hair at the remark. Jim whacked my hand away glancing at the window, frowning. “Did you see that?” He asked, turning to quickly to see a goblin on a powerline holding a bundle.

I turned, following his eyes, barring my teeth slightly, “Goblin!” I yelled as Jim and I took off after it.

“What?!” Toby yelled, having looked at the window instead of the power line, groaning as he sees Jim and I running, “It’s just a bird!” He yelled after us, trying to catch up.

“It’s a goblin, with a baby!” Jim yelled back to Toby, seeing baby arms poking out of the bundle the goblin was holding, gripping a rabbit plushie.

Jim and I followed the goblin to the alley behind Alex’s game shop, “Dead end.” I growled, heading towards the back looking for a way up to the roof.

Jim knelt behind me, picking up the rabbit plushie the baby had been holding. Toby finally caught up to us, trying to catch his breath. “Come on guys, it’s just a bird!” He groaned, not having seen the goblin at all. “Chill out, this Trollhunting is making you hallucinate,” He tried to reason, clasping Jim’s shoulder.

“Two people don’t hallucinate the same thing at the same time,” I quipped back, frowning as I couldn’t find a way up, losing the goblin and the baby. Sighing as I turned back to the boys. “The baby was holding that.” I nod to the bunny in Jim’s hands.

“What would a goblin want with a baby?” Toby asked, shaking his head. Though his tone was filled with disbelief, he was worried in the case it was an actual baby.

Jim frowned, examining the rabbit plushie, “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.” He headed out of the alley, Toby and I following close. “Blinky should have an idea why, let’s get to Trollmarket,” he spoke, leading us to the canals quickly.

I took out the horngazel, opening the entrance and heading down to Blinky’s library with the boys. “I have to go see Vendel. I have my alarm set so I’ll come to get you for school.” I waved to them before running to Vendel’s study. Steeling myself as I walked in, not having seen Vendel since I left Trollmarket with Draal. “Morning Master Ven-” I cut my greeting at the sight before me.

Vendel was facing the entrance of his study, gem staff pointed at me, “You have missed three days of training, you ran off with a disgraced troll, courted him in front of every troll in Trollmarket, and all you have to say is ‘Good morning?’” He scolded me, sounding like a disappointed parent.

I winced, bowing my head slightly, feeling like a small child, “I wasn’t sure if I’d be welcomed back after everyone’s reaction to that…” I admitted, rubbing my arm. Not used to being scolded.

Vendel sighed, lowering the staff, “You are my charge, of course, you’re still welcomed here… though I’ll be surprised if no one says anything about the display after the fight.” He shook his head, sitting at a stone table, gesturing for me to sit next to him.

I sat quickly, snarling a bit, “If they want to speak ill of Draal they can fight me.”

Vendel laughed, in a better mood after getting the scolding out of the way, “I shouldn’t be surprised considering your lineage.” He pats the top of my head with his large hand, as one would a child.

I pout at the patting before I furrow my brow, registering his words, “Did you… You knew I was related to Merlin?” I asked, looking up at him from under his hand.

Vendel hummed, realizing I hadn’t known from the confusion on my face. “I forget there is much you don’t know yet,” he sighed, pulling over a volume of ‘A Brief Recapitulation of Troll Lore’ opening to a page with an illustration of a woman clad in armor, holding an ax. She was surrounded in swirls of blue and white, similar to the painting I was working on. “This is Lady Ganieda, Merlin’s sister,” Vendel pushed the book closer to me, “Your mother I presume, from your magic.”

I studied the picture closely, smiling softly, “She could wield daylight?” I asked, looking at Vendel as he hummed in answer. “Then, you knew I could too?”

Vendel nodded, “I could tell from the burns on your hands when we met. That is why I am so insistent on training you. If you befriended trolls, as you have, and remained untrained…” he trailed off, shaking his head sadly.

“The Forge wall I shattered could’ve been a friend,” I concluded, looking back to the picture. “I’m glad I finally have a picture to relate to her, I’ve never seen her before.” I smiled, running my fingers over the armor in the picture, pausing on the shoulder plates. “I want to design something similar, and since my arms and shoulders get hit the most, maybe I should make those pieces a priority.”

Vendel smiled softly, nodding. “Take the book, uses it as a reference for your armor.” He spoke, placing his hand on my shoulder, “I’ll see if we have any more pictures of Lady Ganieda, you should have them after all.”

I smiled hugging Vendel, “Thank you Master Vendel, I appreciate this.”

Vendel smiled softly, hugging me, “Of course,” he jumped as my phone alarm began to sound, looking at me confused, poking at my frame trying to find the source of the noise.

I laugh pulling my phone out to turn it off. “Sorry, it’s time for me to get the boys and head to school. I’ll see you soon with plans for the armor.” I grinned, hugging him again before taking the book and running off to get Toby and Jim from the Forge.

As we walked to school, Jim explained what Blinky told them about changelings being replaced with babies and growing up in the human world. We paused at the lockers, still hugging the book to my chest as I open my locker to put it away for now. “So, we have to find out which baby is missing?” I asked, tucking the book away, and grabbing my paint for art class, closing the locker.

Jim nodded pulling the rabbit out, sighing. “I am going to find out who it belongs to and when I do-”

Toby interrupted Jim, grabbing his shoulder, “Maybe you didn’t see what you thought you saw. You’ve been spending so much time in Trollmarket, maybe your minds are playing tricks on you.” He suggested, looking between Jim and me.

Jim frowned, looking at the rabbit, leaning back against his locker, “Maybe you’re right,” he conceded to Toby making me groan, refusing to believe we hallucinated a goblin kidnapping a baby.

“You have Suzy Snooze?” Claire’s voice startled the three of us as she approached, gesturing to the stuffed rabbit. “My brother’s bunny, I’ve been looking all over for him.”

Jim handed her the bunny, “You’ve been looking for this?” He asked her, worry etched over his face.

“Yeah,” she smiled, taking the bunny. “He’s been acting weird without it. Where did you find it?” She asked us, confused that we had it.

“We found if in the alley behind Alex’s Game Shop,” I spoke up, worried for her baby brother.

“What do you mean, he hasn’t been himself? Exactly how has he been acting?” Jim asked quickly, mind racing to changelings.

“Easy, Jim.” Toby grabbed his shoulder, holding him back a bit. Turning to Claire, trying to play it off. “Always concerned about the children, but just for clarification, are we super sure this is his? I mean you could probably pick this up at, like, any store,” He asked, hopefully.

Claire smiled shaking her head, “I think I know the stuffed bunny I grew up with,” she answered to Toby. Mary ran up to Claire, yelling her name. She paused to catch her breath and began to explain that she wasn’t available to babysit Enrique for her tonight.

Jim began to freak out as they talked, whispering to Toby and me, “She doesn’t know her brother is missing because he’s been switched with a changeling!” He waved to Claire, quickly interrupting the girls’ argument, “I can babysit for you,” he offered.

“Tonight?” Claire asked, grinning. “Really? You would? Wait,” she paused, eyeing Jim, “have you ever babysat before?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jim answered quickly, “Yeah, no. They call me ‘Jim the Baby-Handed,’” he remarked, using Bagdwella’s insult from when Chomsky stole his amulet.

I snickered, turning to stand next to Claire, patting her shoulder, “He’s great with kids, a real ‘mother hen’,” I joked, earning a laugh from Claire and Mary.

“Oh, my gosh, you’re a life-saver. I could kiss you.” She grinned, leaning up to kiss Jim on his cheek, “Come by my house at seven, no sooner. Thank you, Jim. Thank you,” She waved to us, heading off with Mary as the bell rang.

“Time to go, I’ll see you two later. Try to behave.” I smirked, running right into someone. The impact strong enough to knock me on my rear, paint rolling out of my bag. I groaned shaking my head.

“I’m so sorry,” a thick accent spoke in front of me. I look up to see a hand extended towards me, connected to a blonde male with dark blue eyes.

I blink, staring at the hand for a moment before taking it, “No, I’m sorry for running into you,” I apologized as he helped me up, “I should’ve been watching where I was going. I’m River, I don’t think I’ve seen you before?” I asked.

“Eemeli,” He introduces, picking up the paint that rolled from my bag, handing it to me. “I saw you had paint and figured you must be in an art class, I just transferred here and I’m a bit lost.” He admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

Jim and Toby exchanged looks before waving to me, running to class. I nodded, “Sure, which class are you looking for, Eemeli?” I asked, waving for him to follow me as I headed to the art classes.

“Ms. Harper?” Eemeli asked, reading off the schedule in his hands.

I grinned, “Oh, you’ll be in my class then!” Quickly guiding the way, we walked into Ms. Harper’s class containing three other students.

“Where are the rest?” Eemeli asked, gesturing to the mostly empty room, confused.

“Ms. Harper tends to scare students off with her… eccentricities. She’s amazing once you get used to her though, this will be the fourth year I’ve had her.” I explained grinning as Ms. Harper walked in, wearing a dress covered in paint and a bright yellow sweater.

“Good morning class!” She greeted enthusiastically, pausing when she sees Eemeli, she grabs his shoulders, grinning, “You must be my new student. Oh, I’m so glad you’ll be joining us,” She turned to face me, “Ah, I see you’ve met River. Careful now, she bites.” She teased, letting Eemeli go. “What medium do you use?” She asked Eemeli.

Eemeli looked like a deer caught in headlights, looking from Ms. Harper to me. I smiled softly, “She wants to know what kind of art you do.”

He nodded, recovering his composure. “I, uh… I work with metal. Sculpting.” He spoke quickly.

Ms. Harper hummed, hands on her hips as she tilted her head in thought. “River, are you still storing metal here from last year’s project?” She turned to me, a hopeful glint in her eye.

“Of course! It’s in with the theater equipment.” I confirmed, “How about you and I go get it so you can start working on something?” I asked, turning to Eemeli.

“Wonderful idea River, just grab the hall pass,” She waved to a paint pallet hanging by the door.

Eemeli grabbed the pallet as we walked out of the class, waiting till we were a good distance from the room before speaking, “I see what you mean, she’s very… excitable?” He tilted his head.

Laughing I nodded, “Yup, she’s also very involved in projects, so just to warn, she will hover,” I shook my head, heading into the theater storage room, “The metal should be back here.” I called, moving props out of the way.

Eemeli helped me dig till we reached the metal, “I’ll grab a-” he began as I lifted a large portion of the metal onto my shoulder, “cart… or not.” He chuckled, picking up the rest of the metal, “You are stronger than you look.” He comments.

I paused, looking at the amount of metal, a nervous chuckle leaving me, “I, uh… train a lot?” I tried to state but it came off as a question.

“I can tell.” He smirked, heading out of the storage room. “What do you train for? Sports? Fighting?”

“Well, it’s fighting I guess, but it’s for fun,” I explained quickly, following after him before taking the lead back to class.

“We should spar,” He grinned, looking over the metal to me.

“Spar?” I asked, worried about doing actual damage to him since I was used to sparring with Draal. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He chuckled, “Oh? Scared you won’t get a hit in?” Eemeli asked, his smirk growing.

I huffed, leveling him with a stubborn stare, “No, you might be leaving with a few breaks if we spar is all.” I snarked, bantering with him as we entered the class, setting the metal down.

“Now I want to spar, even more, I need to know if you can make good on that,” he grinned getting to work on sorting the metal.

I smirked back, grabbing my paint as I head to my canvas near him. “I can, and will. You’re on Eemeli.”

We continued teasing and goading each other about sparring till the bell rang. Ms. Harper approached us grinning, “I’m so glad you’re making friends. River, why don’t you work with Eemeli on the group projects this year? I know you prefer to work alone since most students don’t fit with your medium...” She trailed off.

I look to the structure Eemeli began shaping during class. “Well, that would depend on if he wanted to work with me. I don’t mind.” I answered, putting my paint away.

“Splendid, Eemeli?” She called to him, waving him over.

Eemeli set the metal pieces he was working with down, approaching Ms. Harper cautiously, “Yes ma’am?” He asked, a bit nervous about Ms. Harper.

“Each year my students collaborate in groups on a piece, I was hoping that maybe you and River would collaborate this year?” She asked hopefully, leaning in as she awaited his answer.

“Of course,” Eemeli grinned, “with metal sculpting and spray paint we could make an amazing piece.” He turned to me, excited about the project.

“Awesome,” I returned his grin, excited to have a partner that didn’t sneer at spray painting. “Why don’t you come over after classes today and we can start planning it?” I asked, walking out of the class with him.

He nodded quickly, “Sounds like a plan,” he paused, looking over his schedule, “Do we have anything else together?” He asked, handing me the schedule.

I looked it over quickly, “Looks like your class with Strickler,” I smiled, “You’ll like him, nowhere near as excitable as Ms. Harper, but he’s nice. Do you need help finding your other classes?” I asked, handing the schedule to him.

“No, I saw my next class on the way here this morning, I’ll see you in Strickler’s class,” he grinned, heading off to his next class with a wave.

I returned the wave before running to Spanish with Senor Uhl, trying to will the day to go faster. Once classes were over, Jim, Toby, and I were headed to the lockers, Eemeli waiting for us near mine.

“Hello partner,” He greeted me with a grin.

“Hey Eemeli, the rest of your classes go okay?” I asked, swapping out the paint for the troll book, hugging it close as I shut the locker again.

Eemeli nodded before looking at Jim. “Has he been that way all day?” Eemeli asked, having seen the exchange at the lockers.

Toby looked to Eemeli and me before looking at Jim, “This is an improvement…” he sighed, shaking his head slightly. “I’m Toby by the way. Drooly here is Jim, River’s brother.” He introduced himself and Jim.

“Eemeli,” He nodded, to Toby.

“Cool accent, where did you transfer from?” Toby asked.

“I’m from Finland, moved here to live with my uncle,” He offered, grabbing his bag as we wandered towards the entrance of the school.

“Ready to head out?” I asked Eemeli as we hit the school entrance.

Jim snapped out of his daydream, turning to me, “Head out?” He asked confused, jumping slightly as he noticed Eemeli standing next to him, “Oh, uh… Hi, I’m Jim,” he held his hand out to Eemeli, smiling.

Eemeli grinned, shaking his hand, “Eemeli,” he offered, amused that Jim completely missed everything. Toby shaking his head at Jim.

Jim looked to me, confused again, “Where are we going?”

“Eemeli and I were partnered for the group art project so I was asking him if he was ready to come over to start planning it,” I explained, smirking at Jim.

“Oh,” Jim laughed, “Don’t you usually do that on your own?” He asked, patting over his bag to make sure he grabbed what he needed from the lockers in his daze.

I shrugged, “Yup, but Eemeli here is a metal sculptor and agreed to work with me on something.”

Eemeli grinned, interjecting, “I’m looking forward to this project, I’ve never painted my works before this, so I can’t wait to see what we make together.” His grin turning into a smirk as he emphasized making something together.

Toby and Jim exchanged glances, Jim speaking up, “So, uh, isn’t your boyfriend visiting today?” He asked quickly, glancing at Eemeli.

I looked at Jim confused, unsure why he was bringing Draal up, “Oh…” My eyes widen realizing I couldn’t bring Eemeli in without letting Draal know someone else would be in the house. “I’m so sorry, Eemeli, I got excited to plan this project, it slipped my mind.”

Eemeli smiled shaking his head, “It’s not a problem, we can start planning it in class tomorrow.” I’ll see you later.” He hugged me, before heading off, side-eyeing Jim as he walked by, throwing him a smirk as he left.

Jim shook his head slightly, hoping he was just seeing things. “That could have been dangerous.” He remarked as we headed home.

I groaned, nodding “I know, what if Draal thought Eemeli was someone sneaking in or trespassing. Not to mention that could drag Eemeli into this craziness,” I sighed.

Toby looked at me confused, “Are you serious?” He asked me, pausing near the house, “I’m more worried about finding out if Draal’s the jealous type, he could snap Eemeli in two.”

I furrowed my brow, looking between Toby and Jim, “Jealous type? Am I missing something here?”

“Okay, I know we joke about you being dense, but you honestly can’t tell me you didn’t notice that?” Jim exclaimed, gesturing in the general direction of the school.

“Notice what?” I asked exasperated at the situation.

Toby sighed, grabbing Jim’s shoulder, “Maybe we should leave it be, it’s not like anything’s going to happen.” He spoke. Jim sighed, “Yeah, it’s probably nothing River, sorry. I think I’m just on edge from this morning.”

I smiled softly, nodding in understanding, “It’s okay, I don’t know what’s okay, but it is.” I shook my head, going inside. “Have fun at Claire’s tonight!” I called, heading straight for the basement.

Walking down I grin seeing Draal stuffing some pillows, setting my bag next to the stairs. As I approached, Draal’s nose twitched, sniffing the air as he looks at me confused.

I frowned, “Draal? What’s wrong?”

He got up, sniffing close to me, “New scent.” He growled softly, picking me up.

I looked up at him confused, not sure what he was doing. “Uh, Draal? What’s going on?”

He sat down where he was, nuzzling his nose against my neck. “You have a new scent on you, it’s unsettling.” He huffed, smelling Eemeli.

“Oh, that!” I laughed, “There’s a new guy in school, my art teacher paired us up to work on a project. I needed to talk to you about that. He might be coming over to work on it here,” I explained, petting Draal’s horns as he continued to scent me.

Draal growled, “Why did he scent you?” He asked, purring at the petting.

“Uh Draal, he’s a human, he doesn’t know what scenting is. All he did was hug me as he left. No courting gestures.” I smiled softly at the purring. Hopefully calming his irritation.

Draal hummed, considering my explanation, “Does he have to come here?” he asked after a moment, uncomfortable with the idea of an unknown male hanging around, human or not.

I chuckled, “Well, I figure it’s better than working somewhere else, at least I have control over this space.” Draal tilted his head in confusion at my statement, making me grin, “I can kick him out of the house whenever I want or need to. Though it should only be once, we’ll be working on the actual project in class. This is just for planning.” I explained.

Draal hummed, nodding. “Then I am okay with this. Though, human or not, it’s unsettling that he was able to scent you, you hug the Toby fleshbag and this never happens.”

I tilt my head thinking, “Maybe it’s cologne or body spray? Something that would affect someone’s scent and cling to other people they come in contact with?”

Draal considered this, sniffing again, satisfied with his removal of the scent. “I suppose it’s possible,” he conceded. He looked up at the ceiling of the basement, realizing it was silent beside us. “Are Jim and Toby out?”

I nod, snuggling in his hold now that he was finished scenting, “Toby is introducing Arrrgh to his new home, since he’ll be protecting Toby’s home with the rise of changeling activity, and Jim is heading to Claire’s house to babysit her baby brother, who we believe has been switched with a changeling.” I explained, tracing the markings on Draal’s arms as I spoke.

Draal frowned at the mention of a new changeling. “We should go keep an eye out, in case this baby is an impure now.” He stood, letting me sit on his arm. I winced at the name but nod in agreement, making sure my lance was hooked to my belt. Draal left through the basement exit, as I directed him, using my phone’s GPS to find Claire’s house.

“Alright, we need to exit here, the sun has set so we should be good.” I pointed to an exit, “We’re almost there,” I cut off getting a call from Jim. I answered it as Draal exited the sewers. “Jim, are you okay?”

Jim groaned, “You put it in the diaper bin, didn’t you?” He asked, someone on the other line, “Hey River, Toby is getting another gaggletack, apparently ‘Enrique’ decided to hide the one I brought with me.”

“I’ll be there soon, Draal and I are close by I’ll help you look for it.” I chuckle, pointing to the Nunez house.

“Thanks, River, the back door is open.” He hung up, losing sight of Enrique.

Draal climbed the fence into the Nunez backyard, entering the house before setting me down.

I nuzzled under his jaw before heading upstairs to find Enrique at the top of the stairs babbling, “Hey there cutie, why don’t you come with me while Jim rifles through your diaper bin?” I cooed, picking him up. “Jim, I’ve got the baby, I’ll be downstairs,” I called out as Jim ran to the bathroom to wash his hands. I head down to Draal, holding the possible changeling out to him, “Look, I found a squish,” I grinned, joking as I cradled him, being careful in case he wasn’t a changeling.

Draal huffed before sniffing Enrique. “I forget how tiny fleshbags are at first,” he chuckled as Enrique blew raspberries at him.

I smile, snuggling him, “Are trolls ever tiny?” I asked, sitting on the kitchen counter.

Draal nodded, poking at Enrique’s stomach, trying to tickle him, “Yes, I was only slightly bigger than this as a whelp.”

My eyes widen, holding Enrique up, grinning, “I’m trying to picture you all tiny, it’s not working.” I laughed, as Toby ran in with the gaggletack.

“Oh, hey River, Draal.” He greets, “Awe, is this Enrique? Has Jim been a big bully?” He asked, setting the gaggletack on the counter near my leg.

Draal snarled, flicking the gaggletack away from me to the other end of the counter, leveling Toby with a hard glare.

Toby winced, realizing what could’ve happened, “Oh, right. Sorry River, I forget those could hurt you too.”

I waved him off as Jim ran down the stairs, “There you are,” He grabbed Toby’s shoulders, “did you bring it?” He asked as Toby rolled his eyes, pointing to the gaggletack at the end of the counter.

“Word of warning, don’t get close to River with it, Draal is guarding.” He joked, stepping out of the way of Enrique.

Jim grabbed the gaggletack, “Can you get him then, it won’t hurt him. I just want to make sure.” He asked Toby.

Toby nodded as I began to hand Enrique over. When he looked up and saw Toby was taking him, he began to cry, clinging to my arm. “I don’t think that’s happening.” I sighed, pulling Enrique back to me, bouncing him to calm him down. “Just do it while I’m holding him, it’ll just be a small burn if it touches me.” I shrugged, Draal growling at the suggestion. “Draal, I can heal myself if I get burned.” I nuzzle his cheek before nodding to Jim.

“Alright, here we go.” Jim got close and Enrique began to cry harder. I winced as he started climbing up my shoulder. Jim was trying to be careful not to touch me but with Enrique climbing, it was getting difficult.

“Don’t worry about me and just do it!” I finally snapped, pulling Enrique down in front of me with a firm grip. Jim lunged, hitting Enrique and my hand. I yelped at the burn, trying to keep my hold on Enrique.

A snarl came from ‘Enrique’, and I turned him around, seeing a tiny troll in my hand, “This… is much cuter than Enrique.” I grin, hugging him close.

“stupid flesh-thing!” He yelled, swiping at the burn, forcing me to drop him with a yelp.

I held my burnt and now scratched hand close, glaring down at the tiny green changeling, “You may be cuter, but your attitude sucks.” I growled out, baring my teeth.

Draal snarled, slamming his fist down as Jim and Toby try to catch Not-Enrique, Toby shouting at him. Growling still, Draal picks me up, pulling me away from the chase as the house gets destroyed.

Jim’s phone rang and he answered, finding out that Claire and her parents were on their way home early. “Oh no,” was all he got out as Not-Enrique began to blast music. As utensils were thrown into the back door, we heard Blinky yell to Arrrgh before they broke the door down, chasing after Not-Enrique.

As Not-Enrique shot peas out of his mouth, Toby drew the fire away from us and Arrrgh punched up into the ceiling, squishing Not-Enrique and catching him on a plate with a smug little grin. He brought Not-Enrique down so he was level with us, Jim approaching him first. “All right, enough! Where’s the bridge?” Jim asked, irritated.

Not-Enrique sat up on the plate smirking at Jim, “What bridge? London Bridge? I hear it’s falling down.” Arrrgh began to squeeze him, Not-Enrique tried pushing his hand off, “Ow! Fleshbags… no sense of humor,” he sneered.

“Where is the bridge?” Jim asked again, getting in his face.

Not-Enrique began to wheeze as Arrrgh squeezed slightly harder. “Give me a break! I don’t know anything. It’s me first day,” he tried to reason.

Blinky came to stand next to Jim, glaring at Not-Enrique, “Squeeze him till he pops!” He directed to Arrrgh.

Arrrgh began to squeezes harder, and Not-Enrique finally snapped, shoving his hand away, “Okay, okay, okay!” He yelled, relieved that the pressure was gone. “Can’t blame a guy for looking out for himself.” His ears drooped and he crossed his arms over his chest, “But you can’t tell anyone I told you. I got a pretty sweet deal going here. If the boss man hears I squealed, he’ll feed me to Bular.” Not-Enrique tried to negotiate quickly.

“Bular’s working with someone else?” Blinky asked confused, only knowing of Nomura until now.

“Who?” Jim asked, looking at Not-Enrique, “Who is Bular working with?”

Not-Enrique cleared his throat, stammering, “Oh, er- forget I said anything.”

A car pulled up out front and we all looked at the windows, “Draal, we have to go.” I nod to him. He took off out the broken door, carrying me as the others argued over Not-Enrique before leaving him with Jim for now in Enrique form.

I sighed, seeing Jim get in trouble with the Nunez family. “This complicates things, we can’t do anything with Not-Enrique or the Nunez family will freak out that their baby is missing.”

“He is missing though.” Draal interrupted, holding the hand I wasn’t sitting on palm up, wanting my injured hand.

Sighting, I placed my hand in his so he could look it over before I healed it, “I know he is, but they don’t…” I began the healing incantation, the wound glowing a soft blue before healing over.

Draal hummed, checking over my hand again once it was healed. “No more changeling hunting, you keep getting burned,” he frowned, not okay with how tonight was handled.

“Hey, it was my choice, I told Jim to get it over with because I can heal myself,” I pouted slightly, knowing he was just being protective.

He paused his steps, nuzzling my cheek, “One day, it won’t be a small burn. What am I to do with you then?”

“Hmm… let me heal myself because I’m stubborn and never back down from a fight or challenge, which is part of the reason you knew you wanted me as your mate?” I smirked up at him.

He chuckled, continuing home, “You’re damn stubborn,” he snarked back, grinning.

“I have an excellent teacher.” I giggled, snuggling in his hold as we made it home. “Can I stay with you again?” I asked, yawning softly.

Draal chuckled, taking me upstairs, “Change, then we can go sleep.” He yawned, finally to the point that he needed to rest.

I smile hopping off his arm and running into my room to change into pajama shorts and a tank top. Grabbing the pillows and blankets off my bed I headed out of my room to Draal. “Ready,” I smiled up to him.

Draal chuckled, scooping me up and heading down to the basement where the finished nest was set up. “I returned early and finished the nest, just in time for resting.” He got in the nest/bed we built, laying back into the pillows. I smiled, laying along his chest, keeping my pillows close in case I needed them. “Do you like it?” I asked, looking up at him.

Draal hummed, wrapping my blanket around me, resting his arm over my waist as I curled up. “It’s an excellent nest,” he smiled, nuzzling the top of my head.

“Good…” I began to nod off, nuzzling his chest as I give in to sleep. “Night Draal, love you.” I smiled, passing out quickly.

Draal smiled softly, “I love you as well, River.” He chuckled as I passed out, falling asleep a few moments later himself.

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Side To Side

Chapter 195: Visions of Beauty

Characters: Law, Lammy Rating: Teen Warnings: Suggestive themes, language Notes: :3

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“Why do you look so tired?”

Law blinked and moved his gaze up from his fish and chips “I’m not tired.”

“You look tired,” Lammy said, shoving a fry into her mouth. She was having cheesy fries with spicy peppers. He’s never seen Lammy eat that before, at least he didn’t think so. He had a fuzzy memory of sitting in the tavern sharing fries like that with a woman. He supposed it was Lammy because it certainly wasn’t Rose. She wasn’t big on taverns. She never complained about him going to one. There was a specific one that many of the staff from the hospital went to after work, but she never actually went herself.

Law supposed she was rather quiet and conservative. She didn’t really like being in rowdy and loud places. She didn’t really drink that often and she liked a healthy, balanced diet. That was fine, though. Law liked her that way. She was always so sweet when she helped him nurse his hangovers. He had a faint memory of a long forgotten friend who would make fun of him as he was laying in bed with a migraine from drinking one too many from the night before.

“How do I look tired?”

“You’ve got bags under your eyes. Work keeping you up? Did you lose a patient?” Lammy asked with a small frown. Losing patients was always hard. Losing patients in pediatrics was awful.

“No, thankfully. I guess I’m just not getting enough sleep.”

“Your wedding is coming up pretty soon...maybe you're anxious about the money you’re spending on getting everything that Rose wants.”

“Nah, that’s nothing.” Law shrugged. “Maybe I just need to go to bed earlier, it’s not like it will hurt me.”

Lammy hummed. “I am worried about you. You have a high stress job, relationships and weddings cause stress, you’ve been starting to eat worse lately, too.”

“Eat worse? Like what?”

“Like how we eat lunch at this place every week on Sunday. I always get something different, with an elaborate cocktail but you, you always get a house salad, no croutons, with a glass of water. Now you’re eating one of the greasiest meals in the restaurant. Along with soda? I thought you hated soda.”

“I never said I hated it,” he said defensively and took a sip. “I never noticed that I got the same thing. I just got what sounded appealing.” He reached over to take a fry and she smacked his hand.

“Get your own. These are my cheese fries.” She picked up her fruity cocktail and sipped it. “Thanks for coming with me, by the way.”

“To help you pick out a gift for your girlfriend? No problem. It’s what I’m here for. I’m surprised you're not embarrassed.”

“It’s not like I’m taking you pick out sex toys.” Law blushed hotly and glared at his snickering sister. “Sorry, is that not vanilla enough for you?”

“Shut up. There are some things that we do not talk about together.”

“Prude.”

“I will make you buy your own lunch today,” he warned as his sister gleefully laughed. “Can’t believe you just wanted to talk about that out and in the open.”

“Oh god, Law, calm down. I’m just teasing you. You don’t have to take life so seriously. Relax a little. Drink some alcohol, take a chill pill, do some sort of drug.” Law stared at her flatly. “You really are a wet blanket of a brother,” she sighed.

“There’s nothing wrong with the way that I am.”

“I guess,” she shrugged. “I’m just saying you can have a little more fun with your life. Go on a cruise or something.” Law watched the waiter place the bill on the table. “In any case, it doesn’t really matter. I love you the way you are, since I have to and all.”

“Thanks, I suppose.”

Lammy grinned and Law pulled out his wallet. It was time to go shopping he supposed.

~~~~~

“Rose!” Lammy exclaimed in excitement. “Are you coming to hang out with us?”

Rose giggled. “Yes, I wanted to see what you planned on buying for Stella.” She wrapped her arms around Law’s. Law froze for a moment. “Law, are you okay?” She looked up at him curiously.

“Uh,” he coughed. “Yeah.” What was that? Why did he freeze? He was suddenly feeling like he didn’t want any PDA, the idea of being leaned on felt claustrophobic. He swallowed and pulled away, taking her hand instead. This wasn’t nearly as bad. Rose didn’t seem to notice either way. She just squeezed his hand.

“That’s good to hear, sweetheart.” Law almost made a disgusted noise. “Sweetheart?” What happened to “hon?” Wait. When has Rose ever called him “hon?” “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m tired. I’ve been having some weird dreams lately and it’s keeping me up at night.”

“Really?” Rose said curiously. “I haven’t noticed.”

“It’s because you’ve changed your diet,” Lammy said. “I told you that you’ve been eating weirdly.”

“I guess,” Law grumbled. He supposed he’d have to be more conscious about his food choices again. Eating more salad and drinking less alcohol. Then he’ll stop having dreams about submarines and pirates. He’s also been having a horrible recurring nightmare about losing his family to war. Maybe he needs to talk to a shrink.

“Oh! Look at these!” Lammy interrupted his thought. Rose let go of his hand and rushed over to Lammy. “These are gorgeous heels!”

Law felt himself groan. Another pair of heels? Wait. Another? Rose didn’t own heels. He’s never seen her in anything but flats. He walked over to see a gold pair of heels. There were gold flakes painted on them. He’s sworn he’s seen these before. There was something in the back of his head telling him that he’s seen them before.

“Ugh,” Rose scoffed. “I could never wear heels, they're just too much for me.”

“Well, they’re not too much for me,” Lammy giggled. “Although, I wouldn’t want to wear them all the time. Imagine how messed up your feet would be.” They both giggled and started to talk among themselves.

Law was...bored. He was so bored. Had he always hated shopping? He was the one who suggested that he and Lammy go shopping together, not the other way around, so why did he just want to go home and read? He didn’t feel like being social anymore. Ruby would understand, right?

Wait.

Law blinked and stared at Rose and Lammy. They were laughing and pointing at the items in the shop window. Law covered his forehead with his hand, staring up into the sky.

Who the hell was Ruby?

~~~~~

“I need a break,” Law sighed at Rose. “My head has been foggy lately so I’m just needing to chill.”

“Of course,” Rose smiled brightly. “Why don’t you go to the tavern with some colleagues? That always clears your head. That way we can focus on our wedding. We still have to finish up figuring out the hard details.”

“Yeah.”

The last thing he wanted to do was talk about wedding details. For some reason he didn’t want to even hear “marriage” or “wedding.” He’s been having weird dreams and nightmares every night. He’s been so tense. He wasn’t feeling right.

“Trafalgar, what’s got you so distracted? If you wanted to spend time with Rose, you could’ve.”

“No,” Law shook his head. “I need some “me” time.”

“I hear that,” his friend chuckled. “We all need some “me” time.”

Law nodded and finished his beer. “I’m going to get another.” He stood up and started to walk to the bar. Suddenly, a giggle cut through the noise of the bar.

Law looked over in the direction of the giggle and froze. Law couldn’t rip his eyes away from the woman in the red dress, no matter how badly he knew he needed to. She had long, brown, wavy hair. She wore tall red heels. She was unbelievably tattooed up and had multiple piercings in her ears. She was fucking gorgeous. She was at the pool table with a smirk on her face. She was surrounded by people in jumpsuits, all of them taking bets on who would win the game. He’s never seen them before, but something about them felt familiar. Something felt complete looking at them.

The woman giggled confidently and caught his eye. She blinked before grinning brightly with a small blush on her cheeks. Law felt his heart skip a beat. That smile of hers just completely captured him. Something about that smile told him to never make it stop. He wanted to be the reason she smiled like that. She winked at him and turned her attention back to the pool table. She smirked and sipped a dark colored drink from her glass, leaving a red lip stain on it.

He tried convincing himself to stop staring but he couldn’t. She was so different from what he’s found attractive before but everything about her was so obviously attractive. She looked like he could tell her all his secrets and undisclosed desires. Her brown eyes danced as she giggled at the curly haired woman next to her. He could see him and the woman in red with his head in her lap as she ran her fingers, with manicured nails, through his hair while he read a book. He could see it so clearly and vividly. How could he see that so easily when he didn’t even know what her name was?

Law was unable to ignore the group. He started to walk over to them, the sound of the bar fading out. The overwhelming urge to speak with them was forcing out rational thought. He just had to talk to the woman, he had to know her name.

Someone accidentally bumped into him and he blinked.

“Sorry.” They said boredly.

“Yeah.” Law looked back at the pool table and there was no one there. No trace of the group. Nothing. Was he hallucinating? They seemed so real and familiar. He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. What was happening to him?

“Trafalgar, what are you doing?” He heard his friend call him.    

Law scrunched his eyebrows together. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I’m just getting another drink. I got distracted on the way.”

“What? You have ADHD or something?”

Law rolled his eyes and walked to the bar, trying to force out that vision out of his mind. He swore that he’s seen that group before…

But where?

~~~~~

“Law,” Ruby giggled. Law brushed his lips against Ruby’s neck causing her to giggle more. Ruby had just returned to their bedroom that evening and kissed his forehead. Law pulled her into him and sat between her knees. He started to kiss her cheeks and neck as she happily giggled at the attention. “Why are you so affectionate today?”

“What? Am I not allowed to be affectionate with you?” Law kissed her lips slowly. Ruby hummed against his lips and smiled. Law pulled her in close. “Do me a favor?”

“Maybe.”

“Don’t run off on me.”

“Never,” she said immediately with the sweetest smile. “I love you so much, Law. I would never leave your side.”

“Good.” He kissed her nose.

“Not going to return the sentiment?”

“Nope.”

Ruby tackled him back onto the bed. They both laughed happily and kissed between the giggles. Law had never loved someone the way he loved Ruby. He had familial love. He once had his family and Cora-san, and now he has his crew; but love with Ruby was so raw and passionate. It was so very different and he only wanted to feel this way with her. He knew that he would only feel this way with her.

He brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them. Ruby smiled softly. She nuzzled his nose and kissed his lips slowly. They rested their foreheads against one another silently. Their fingers tangled together and they rubbed their noses against each other’s.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Hm?”

He smiled genuinely at her, causing her own smile to grow. “I love you.”

Law opened his eyes and stared at his ceiling. His heart was beating wildly, his face was flushed. Who was Ruby? That dream felt so real. It felt so familiar. Like a memory, but he can’t remember ever meeting someone named Ruby.

But he keeps stumbling over that name recently. He almost called Rose “Ruby” not long ago. And that woman from the bar...she looked exactly like this Ruby from his dream.

His dreams were becoming so vivid as of late. Visions of submarines and people he’s never met. They all felt real. What’s even more distressing is they all seemed to be related to each other.

He groaned and covered his face with his hands. What was happening to him?