#cause normally I just adore this hat style without question

[teyvats-worst-hero]

Ok I understand what people are saying about Jade’s design. Nothing new or exciting about it, just a pretty dress and all. But like.

I am NOT going to lie to you, between the whip and the disturbing context we have of her?

That hat looks like a Southern Belle/Romanticized Antebellum bat.

Look at me.

That’s a Southern Belle, Plantation-Owning-Woman’s hat. Like, the silhouette I mean.

Am I crazy? Is the fashion history brain clicking in a weird way?

[loudestcloud]

Time for Luffy's fashion exam! Now, I'll be honest, I did skip an outfit because I decided I will be ending this whole thing with the Strawhat fashion show in Episode of Luffy. Also, sorry for the posting gap, I remembered I have other unfinished post sets. That being said, this is a very long one so let's do this!

Kid Luffy, Post-Enies Lobby & Fish-Man Island: I think it's super cute when Luffy has white t shirts with red based logos because it reminds me of the first picture. Makes him look baby plus, they can always be found in cute domestic EPs or fun, cute flashbacks. The shorts change over time and that's also kinda cute, a range of cuffs is a nice change up. It's nice to see the red contrast the blue shorts and the white is a nice color on him cos it contrast his hair!

Romance Dawn, Enies Lobby, Thriller Bark, Sabaody Archipelago, Amazon Lily, Marineford & last Dressrosa outfit: This look is the pre Luffy look. It's the pre Timeskip look everyone thinks of is cuffed shorts, Kimono sandels and sleeveless vest (and Strawhat, obviously) but have you ever seen them all in a line? It's mad. Each outfit is the same basic look bit more are more spicy each time! I like the Thriller Bark and Sabaody Archipelago looks a little bit more cos it's nice to see that jacket open and it feels like he was trying something new. I also feel that the buttons on the jacket look like the ones on Shanks' pegged ankle sailor pants when we first see him so that's cool. (it took me hours to find the name for his trousers, oh my fucking god) The last Dressrosa outfit feels like a nice callback to the rest of the line up here without being too much cos it's just a red vest top instead and I do find it funny it's like the Enies Lobby and it's used in Dressrosa because of the jokes people make about Robin and Law being so similar.

Timeskip: This is it lads, it's the one true icon itself, the post look! ☺️ When I sit back and look at it I see all the people this look is influenced by and want to cry at how masterful it really is. (Now, I do wanna say that I didn't come up with this nor am I the first to say it and I am definitely probably looking too much into this but) The yellow belt is taken from Shanks' red belt the first time we see him and the Shanks look Luffy is more familiar with. Now onto the jacket. I know it won't stand out as to why for most but it's Ace inspired! When Ace leave to become a pirate, the start of his adventure, he has his jacket open and Luffy having his jacket open also shows his scar from the ending of Ace's adventure. I also really appreciate how no one hides scars in this anime. Also, someone said that the style of the jacket and it's fancy frills could be in reference to Sabo's little jabot collar and honestly I do see it. it's quite subtle unlike Shanks' but not as hard to catch as Ace's so I enjoy thinking that it's there too. Lastly, he still has his cuffed shorts and kimono sandels because it's still Luffy's outfit at the end of the day and he is still who is is, just with a stronger appreciation of what people have done for him now. It's also his colour pallette for the pure fact he is the main character n needs his pallet. also sometimes he just has normal wooden sandels but the same outfit sometimes, it's a small detil a lot of people overlook but I prefer the sound of his Kimono sandels 😊

Dressrosa: I love this outfit cos it's stilly but also has very nice vibes. Looks ready for the beach but is really throwing hands and that's the best kind of outfit, it's a nice expectation subversion tbh. I also like how he tried to hide the Straw hat but not... All of it? And I love how the crew didn't actually question it either. It would have been super easy for one of them to just tell him to leave it behind or something but I do really love how respectful they always are of the hat. I myself have a hat that's super important to me and when I loose it I go mad.

Whole Cake Island: I love this arc for outfits! I swear if the actual content of it doesn't kill me, the act looks will 😭 it's all so magical and it knows it is! Like I said before, white is a good color on him as he has black hair but for the same reason, so is black! In this arcs outfit range, the Staw hat seems almost invisible and his outfit gets less and less 'Luffy' as the arc gose on showing this is not about him. He's not the focus of this arc and you can see that in a lot of the outfits thb. I also like the lack of blue and yellow, 2/3 of his colors as Sanji is often associated with those too as we've talked about before. Also, I like the little red strips on the white jacket with the gold buttons, idk why and I think it's nice that the last 2 outfits are so simple in general, it's a nice look for him. oh, what's that? A Pink jabot? Your killing me Lu, straight up killing me here lil' bro! Side note, is this the first time in canon Luffy has worn a suit jacket or is it the only time I've noticed? Cos DAMM!! Shits sick as fuck and I actually love that when wearing a suit jacket as such he always keep short on 😆

Spa Island, Z's Ambition & Strong World: WHOS READY FOR A RELAXING SUNNY DAAAYY!? (pun not intended but very much enjoyed) I actually adore the fact Luffy still tries to go swimming cos it was his favourite thing to do as a kid so like fuck Luffy is gonna give up on that. He's got his safety measures ready, what more do you want from him? I mean I personally want him not to swim with his hat on cos it's litrally Staw and that's not good for water but anyway Z's Ambition, am I right!? The top is so fucking cute and I just noticed those shorts are also ✨designer✨ fancy man!! Now, the pic of Zoro is the one I missed out before and it's also from Z's Ambition. I love that Luffy has the shark top but Zoro has the ocean shorts. I really love Zoro in this purple cos and thick white stripes really work with the ocean waves. It's really well put together and hes got dark brown sandels on to off set all the white but keep the purple from being a stand out color, it's cool! Than the last Luffy looks like he's at a fashion show. It looks like the shorts come from a kids set the shark top belongs to. Imagine those together, it'd be so cute. However, it isn't an ocean patten, those are clouds cos Nami has a bikini top with the same pattern in Skypiea and it's actually one of my favourites for her.

Boss Luffy Historical Special! This filler AU is so much fun, I think any it a lot. He has his hair up in that super cute and useless way that doesn't actually do much but I do have my hair like that a lot n it's just... nice? Idk, it's strange buy I like he did that. I really enjoy his Kimono more that the actual Wano one cos it's a lot more simple look. The Sai being tucked in in that way is also cool but kinda makes it look like it's stabbing him a bit 👁️👄👁️. I like the pin strips being like a faded purpleish cos if you just glance at it, it makes it look it fuzzy. The belt also looks very nice with the middle ligter bit. It really feels like the Wano one was inspired by this is a way cos of the color matches. Like, it's probably not but still.

3D2Y, Adventure of Nebulandia 😍 & Heart of Gold: Hat-less Luffy is both a sin and a blessing. Regardless, I LOVE OP BOYS IN HOODIES!! I had to show you this specific the 3D2Y because we don't see the hood and it's soooo cute cos it a paw 😍 but also 😬 cos it's like... Kuma's paw the thing that cause 3D2Y in the first place. But that's also why it's so cool at the same time and AHHHHHH 😄 Now! On to Nebulandia! I really like this movie but also in canon, how does he have that jumper? Who made it for him and can I have one? It's Usopp flag design so I guess it could be him but he doesn't seem the type. Point is I want one. Last of this set is some really cosy outfits!! "How much fur?" "Yes" am I right? Like the first one is sooooo cosy with all the fur! Plus, a funky new bamboo hat, always a good thing to have a new hat. I appreciate that you can see the zips on these too. Then the orange turtle neck one with little fluffy bits is just here cos it's so out of his usual looks, I had to at least mention it.

Strong world & Film Z: The shorts on the first one are really cute cos it's a light rosey pink with red fur and just a plain solid dark blue colour jacket works really well. Not to mention the fact he has a super cute orange and yellow flight helmet hat with goggles on under the Staw hat. The 2 bag straps also make an X which is a nice detail. The 2nd outfits in this movie are super fuckin cool ngl. It's so strange to see them all dress in black and have guns but I like the red shirt for him with the yellow highlighted parts. Makes the Straw hat actually work with the outfit instead of ignoring it. Film Z brings us the same flight helmet hat just brighter and without the goggles but also opens with this T-Shirt and Luffy being silly with it. I think that's the only reason to mention it, it's funny. Then the obligation pirate outfit, always stunning plus the meat belt.

Film: Gold & Stampede (also used in Cidre Guild): these are my top 3 Luffy outfits no matter what else I see. I love the straw cowboy hat sooooo much cos it's very Luffy. I like the balls they has as a team to choose white for all of them, considering they are all quite messy people, living for that dad shirt and I like the Golden chain around his neck but am always confused as to why it was never used against him. Like dude could and should have tried to choke him at least once, right? Anyway, the dress! Now, the dress isn't actually that good but it's my favourite because it shows how Luffy has no fucks about gendered things. On to of that, a big pink flower is wonderful and look at his confidences in it, he's so proud of it the boom, Nami told him he can't wear it! Lastly, the Stampede outfit!!! Just like the Nebulandia jumper, I have no idea who made it but it's irrelevant cos it's beautiful and I want it so badly. I like that it's white and red stripes, gives thenprefect vibes for Stampedes opening. The shirt is actually too big for him, you can see on his arms but it's actually super cute. I love the simple look of these shorts then the fact his yellow belt is replaced with white bandages and the black on the kimono sandels are now red? It's such a simple pallet and it's truly the best!

I also just wanna add, I think it's really cute when Luffy has the Straw hat on his back just cos his hair is really cute. Idk why, it's looks kinda cursed but cute at the same time

This post took 2 weeks or so to make and we made listening to the complete BNHA soundtrack, film gold OST and Sonic generations vol.1

Sanji

Zoro

Nami

[allthingshetalia]

I absolutely adore your writing style🌸 I'm curious how a female s/o would react, if Arthur accidently sent her back in time, so that she would end up meeting Pirate!England. Would he still love her as much as the modern Arthur does?

💕Ohhhhhh how interesting!! I love unusual prompts! Thank you💕

Well pirate Iggy is quite different than modern Iggy

He is actually kinda scary

So his s/o maybe a little freaked out by him because of his crude language and aggressive nature

Modern Iggy would be very worried

He doesn’t want you to see that side of him

Because he has changed since then

But pirate England would probably fall in love with you

I mean they are still technically the same person- as are you

So whatever drew him into you before is bound to do it again

Lil scenario!

“Captian, we found a little rat on the ship.” A large man chuckled. His grip on your arm tightened and you were absolutely positive you were going to have a bruise.

“Let me go!” You shrieked. You tried pulling you arm away from him, but he just togetherness his grip. A choked, scared whimper left your throat. He opened a large wooden door and pushed you inside. You immediately fell to your knees and you scraped your hands against the rough textured floor. You winced when you felt the skin of your knees break. Heavy boots sounded next to you.

“Oh a woman. How interesting.” The familiar voice of your loved caused your head to snap up. You stared at him in awe. He was no longer in his normal sweaters and trousers. He wore a large tunic and tight black pants, that were tucked into calf high boots. He had a red silk belt, that was holding his holster of his gun and sword. “You may leave us.” He stated, turning to the man who had carried you in here. “Get up.” He grunted. He leaned gained his desk and you quickly shot up, wincing as your sore knees moved.

“Arthur.” You started. He looked at your with a furrow brow.

“How do you know my name?” He asked. He made sure to keep his identity a secret, even though he was feared. People called him all sorts of names like, shadow, grim and even death. He found he rather liked most of the nicknames given to him. He was a country afterall. He couldn’t risk being found out.

“This is going to sound wierd. I am going to ask you to not kill me, just because I sound crazy. But in the future we are married.” You said slowly. You weren’t scared. Even though you probably should’ve been. He held a straight face before laughing obnoxiously.

“That is by far the worst getting out of trouble excuse I have ever heard!” He snickered. He grabbed his gun and your heart drop. He didn’t make move to shoot you as he scratched the bridge of his nose with the barrel. “What are you really doing here hmm? Trying to steal a little gold? Or maybe a map?” He questioned. He waved his gun around intimidatingly. You wracked your brain for an answer.

“You’re a Country.” You shouted. His actions immediately stopped and he stared at you with wide eyes. “You absolutely hate worms. You like the smell of saltwater and you became a pirate for the sole reason that you wanted to wear a hat and carry a sword everywhere. Your favorite color is red and green- but you can’t wear it without feeling like a Christmas tree. Your constant best friend has been flying mint bunny, who is sitting on your desk right now.” You finished and looked at him expectantly. His mouth almost hung to the floor and he looked at you with amazement. He turned his head back and indeed their was a green bunny on his desk.

“How do you know all that?” He murmured.

“I told you, we are married.” You sighed.

“Tell me more.” He leaned forward and outstretched his hands and you placed your hands in his and he pulled you a little closer to him.

“Well in the future you become addicted to tea. Oh and you can buy sugar from a store! You don’t have to run around stealing it all the time.” You giggled as his face was one of wonder. “Your mortal enemy is Francis, but you secretly would miss him if he stopped talking to you.” He blushed and rolled his eyes. “You are going to go through many, many, many rough patches, but trust me when I say everything will get better.” You smiled softly at him. He relaxed slightly at the affirmation.

“When do we meet?” He asked.

“I can’t tell you that. It’ll ruin all the wonder.” You giggled. He saddened a little.

“Are you a Country?” He asked slowly. You shook your head ‘no.’

“But you cast a spell that makes me live as long as you do!” You smiled. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Speaking of Magic. Future you is working on a spell to send me back into the future.” You said. “But until then I was wondering if I could hang around with you? It won’t take that long- I hope.” You chuckled. Arthur quickly nodded his head.

“Absolutely! I promise to keep you safe and away from harm.” He smiled. You leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

“You’re still a gentleman.”

[headoverjojo]

I love your writing. I really do and i was just as surprised to hear that the ASKBOX is open. Okay I'll get right to the request if it's not to much. I was wondering how would each member of La Squadra (separately of course) reaction to the only shy!fem who usually wears baggy clothes basically like "One Of The Boys" and then one day just came to the hideout in a short dress that reveals alot of there leg and skin. She wanted to pull a professional look for work but got looks from the guys.

Hello hello!! Aaaaaaa thank you so so much, darling :,) And sure thing! I hope you’ll like it :3

La Squadra di Esecuzione’s s/o, who usually wears baggy clothes, shows up in a short dress that reveals a lot of skin

(Under the cut for length!)

Risotto Nero

At first, Risotto wasn’t used to see someone going around with baggy clothes. Seeing him himself and his teammates, he’s more used to see people half naked or with at least their belly or chest out, so at first he’s a bit taken aback. Soon, however, he gets used to his s/o’s style and never imposes or nags her to change it, as he knows she’s shy. If she feels comfortable in her oversized hoodies, then he’s fine. What matters most, for him, is her comfort.

One day, however, he was invited to one of Passione’s parties, as leader of the most dangerous élite team of the organization. Risotto hated this kind of “parties”: it wasn’t an occasion to purely celebrate something, usually the absorption of a smaller gang, but mostly, for the Boss, to keep under control his team leaders and Capiregime. However, no one ever saw the Boss, at this kind of parties, just his right arm, Doppio. Since he had the chance to bring someone with him, Risotto asked his s/o to please come with him, surprised but happy to receive a yes as answer.

Risotto was already dressed, for once in an elegant suit, waiting for her. When she finally emerged from their bedroom, his eyes widened in awe. She was… different. He was expecting a comfy dress, maybe a little baggy, but what she had on was totally different from what he thought. An elegant, form-fitting black dress, not too short and not too long… it was perfect. On her, it was perfect. Risotto couldn’t help but to smile a little at her, bending down to kiss her, as welcome, and taking advantage of it to murmur on her lips how stunning she was tonight. Glancing at his teammates, who quickly averted their surprised gazes from her, he gently offered her his arm, before leading her to the car.

Prosciutto

Even if he loves his s/o with all his heart, he doesn’t love so much the way she dresses. Too baggy, too “neutral”, in his opinion. He knows she’s shy, but he has seen her without those baggy clothes on, he knows how pretty she is. What does make her insecure? Of course he doesn’t mean that she has to go around in a bikini-like dress, but a sort of in between? Even just normal jeans and not baggy trousers? Still, even he mutters, he never actually forces her to change, as those are her clothes and she and just she can decide how to dress.

One day, a mission was assigned to him: he had to kill an important government man who, that evening, would have been at the conservatory for a concert. Nothing unusual, for Prosciutto: he was used to missions of this kind. Still, with his s/o near he would have been less suspicious, so he asked her to please come with him -it was also the right excuse for an unplanned date, in his mind-, and, knowing that she would have probably tried to decline, he told her it was really important for the mission -which it was-. In this way, she accepted, making him smile, content.

He was adjusting his tie, when, turning around, he saw her. He blinked more time, stunned and amazed by her appearance. She was wearing a splendid red dress that perfectly matched with her lipstick. Her hair was pulled up in a simple yet elegant hairstyle that uncovered her shoulder and back. Prosciutto’s first thought was that she was stunningly beautiful. And it wasn’t just a thought, he said it aloud, as the blush and the shy smile on her lips suggested. She immediately slid her hand on his arm, blushing even more when she felt everyone else’s gazes on her. However, a bark from Prosciutto was enough to make them snap from their staring, as he led his s/o to the car for their date with murder.

Pesci

Pesci could understand pretty well his s/o, being shy too. Even if he doesn’t wear baggy clothes -as it would make him even bigger than how he already is-, he never judges his s/o’s clothes style, knowing that, for her, it’s a comfort choice. He tries to talk her out her shyness, with gentle words, but never ‘cause he wants her to dress in another way, but ‘cause he knows how shyness can be terrible and he doesn’t want his s/o to feel so! Still, he gives her her time. Even the smallest step is a success, it’s still a little way forward!

One summer day, when he finally managed to obtain a free day, he invited his s/o to the beach, for a chill day by the sea. He missed so much going to the beach, to breathe deeply the salty sea breeze, to sink his feet in the sand… and spending a day like this with his s/o would have been fantastic! The two things he loved most, his s/o and the sea, together for one day? It was heaven! And he was immensely happy when she said yes, even with enthusiasm! It would have been a fantastic day, he could feel it!

And so, he was waiting for her inside the HQ. The car was ready, the only one missed was her! And, when she ran out of their room, one hand to keep the big sun hat on her head, Pesci felt his heart widening to contain all the affection and awe he was feeling. She was wonderful, in that simple white short sundress, perfect for a day on the beach. It was so strange to see her out of her usual baggu clothes… but also so wonderful. Here his love was, and she was smiling! She wasn’t feeling uncomfortable! Pesci hugged her, chuckling with her, before smiling at her the way she loved and telling her how beautiful and bright she was. Her cheeks reddened in happiness, but soon her mouth bent in an uncomfortable pout that made Pesci turn around and see that everyone’s gazes were on her, as astonished as his one. An eloquent cough made them jolt and quickly avert their gazes, and, after that, Pesci gently held his s/o’s hand, heading to the car.

Formaggio

Formaggio’s pretty neutral about his s/o’s clothes. Would he like to see her in less baggy clothes? Yes. Would he force her to do so? No. As long as she’s comfortable, it’s fine for him. Plus, when they’re home, she likes to wear, as baggy clothes, his old shirts and this makes him feel and happy. Seeing her with his clothes on is wonderful! It’s so intimate, so private… it’s a sign of trust and familiarity. In that case, he definitely love her choice to lean more on baggy clothes!

The day he finally had some free time, after a long mission, he proposed her to go out, for that evening. They hadn’t a night out/date since so long! They could have some fun around, before heading back home for night. Being it a chill night, for them, he doesn’t expect something different from her usual clothes. He himself doesn’t dress differently! But it seems that his s/o has a surprise for him, this time!

After checking his watch and lifting his eyes, Formaggio needs a couple of seconds to recover. His s/o is… stunning. Even more than usual. She’s wearing an adorable frilly short dress, so different from the clothes she usually wears! He’d stay still to admire her for hours, if he didn’t feel a tingle on his nape and, turning around, he sees all his teammates’ eyes on her, astonished as him. He smugly envelopes her shoulder under his arm, giving her a loud kiss on her cheek, before leading her out, taking his time to show his middle fingers to his teammates while she wasn’t watching, before closing the door behind them.

Melone

Melone, with Risotto, is the one with the most revealing suit, so, for him, baggy clothes on work are a mystery. Still, and no one knows it, he loves to wear baggy clothes at home! Baggy shirts and sweatshirts that often match his s/o’s ones. He knows she does it also because she’s shy, so he tries to help her to gain more confidence, but doesn’t force her to dress like him if she doesn’t feel comfortable enough with her appearance! This would just make him work even harder to help her to gain the confidence she deserves, however!

Being really interested in science, in particular in medicine and biology, Melone often goes to conferences on the topic. This time, he asks his s/o if she wants to come with him, since this conference will last a couple of days and it will be set in Perugia: a good chance to have a couple of days to spend, other than actually at the conference, around Umbria, in a free weekend just for them! To his happiness, she accepts, before kissing his cheek and trotting to their room to change.

Melone is checking his motorbike, when she runs to him. Melone has to take a couple of steps back, to properly admire her. She’s… wow. He never saw her in a dress, even less in a short dress. It’s perfect on her, it wonderfully hugs her curves and, since it’s form-fitting, the skirt wouldn’t lift while they’re driving. Melone is amazed. She looks divine… and he hasn’t qualms in telling her! And, oh, how he loves the way she’s blushing… even if his gaze, from loving, turns murderous when he notices that, from the windows, the other boys are spying. Noticing Babyface’s user’s gaze -Melone’s not buffed, true, but he still is an assassin-, they quickly turn around, leaving Melone to help his s/o to hop on the motorbike and then to finally go.

Illuso

Illuso himself doesn’t wear clothes that fit him -even if they leave his belly and part of his chest out-, as, as it’s evident, his clothes are obviously made of quilt. A pretty questionable fashion choice, but still comfy. So, he understands his s/o’s choice: comfort over style. He doesn’t mind to see her around in baggy hoodies and trousers, as long as she doesn’t stumble on her feet, as he knows they make her feel comfortable and less shy.

Then, one day, she had to go on a mission where she had to impersonate a secretary to come near to the target -and to get Illuso too near to the target, bringing with her a hand mirror-. Illuso was a bit worried, since, for that role, she couldn’t wear her usual baggy clothes. He even tried to mediate for her, but there was no help: she had to do it, for mission’s sake. Illuso’s s/o was really touched by her boyfriend’s protective side, but she too agreed on doing it: she was a professionist, after all!

And so, Illuso was nervously waiting for her outside their room, already fearing to see her uncomfortable, but, when she came out, he was just stunned. She was gorgeous… the elegant and professional dark grey dress she was wearing was fitting and short, exposing her legs like he had never seen before. He couldn’t help but complimenting her, making her blush and giggle, content. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, she was like a vision… and the same seemed to think his teammates too, from their gazes. Illuso just growled at them to keep their eyes on what they were doing, before bringing his s/o with him in the mirror world, safe from their eyes.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio is the most dressed of the squad, seeing his stand -he’s not completely immune to White Album’s freezing powers-, and he always lowkey despised how his teammates dress, so he’s not as mad as one could think when he sees his s/o wearing baggy clothes. At least she’s not weirdly dressed as Melone or Illuso! Even if her clothes may be a bit too baggy, he’s not going to complain, for once: all in all, it could have been worse.

One day, she came home telling him that her parents -and whole family- wanted to finally know her mysterious boyfriend. Saying that Ghiaccio was freaking out would be an understatement! But he had to do it, as he loved his s/o more than anything, even if he didn’t tell it often. Still, he was so grumpy that his s/o couldn’t help but giggle, while kissing his cheek and asking him to please try to be a bit more cheerful during the meeting, or he would have scared away everyone! He had to keep it for the second meeting, didn’t he think? After managing to make him huff a laugh with her joke, she kissed his cheek again, going then to change.

Ghiaccio was nervously adjusting his jacket in front of a mirror when he saw his s/o’s reflection. Turning around, totally baffled, he finally saw her for real. She was wearing the cutest dress he had ever seen, a light pastel blue, short, that was fitting her perfectly. He didn’t say anything for long minutes, making her blush more and more, until she finally squealed a “What do you think?”. The only thing Ghiaccio could mutter was a “Bellissima”, as he came near to admire her better. The blush deepened, but she also couldn’t restrain her smile: seeing him so smitten and in awe was really a unique sight! This, however, ended soon, when Ghiaccio noticed that he wasn’t the only one in awe, as the others too were staring at his s/o. After angrily barking at them to mind their fucking business, he took her hand and stormed out of the HQ, calming down just on the way to her s/o’s parents’ house.

[prettyfunkyunorganized]

Sugar Daddy McCree part 4

OMG! It’s me! I’m not dead! Just dead effing tired. Grad school y’all. It’s a bitch. But like a rewarding bitch. That takes up all your time. Like getting a new puppy! But I’m rambling . . .

Here’s the post you should have had 2 weeks ago. Sorry. I’m doing my best, I promise, but now that I’m done with everything, I can write more consistently again and I’m sooooo happy! I miss you guys and writing in general - well, non-study proposal writing. Literature reviews are death.

But here’s some cuteness from McCree’s POV. A bit over 1,700 words of it. Sorry I don’t have more, but I hope you enjoy!

McCree was basically head over heels for you after that first date. If it hadn’t been a completely insane thing to do, he might have just popped on down to the closest jewelry store to buy you a ring, but even he knew better than that. Unfortunately, McCree had been sent to work his corporate relations magic a few days after your date and now he was stuck in an airport, wishing he could be with you.

The PA system suddenly dinged causing McCree and the dozens of people all waiting alongside him to look up at the speakers. “Due to the current snowstorm, all flights have been postponed for another 2 hours. Thank you for your patience and understanding.”

A collective groan rang out and McCree huffed angrily. “Son of a god-damned, motherlovin’ -”

Someone next to McCree cleared their throat loudly. He glanced over and saw a pair of little girls sitting beside him. They both had wide eyes, staring at McCree expectantly, waiting for him to say a naughty word. The girls’ father was eyeing McCree with an aggravated look.

“My apologies,” McCree said, flushing and tipping his hat to the family, “seems my mouth got the better of me again.”

“Uh-huh,” the father said, shaking his head a bit.

“Mister,” asked the littlest girl.

“Yes, little lady?”

She giggled and grinned, “Are you a real cowboy?”

McCree smiled from ear to ear, “I don’t get to ride horseback as much as I’d like to anymore, but I can still rope n’ lope with the best of ‘em.”

Both the little girls let out a long ‘oooooh.’

“What’s a ‘lope,’” the older girl asked.

“It’s a kind of movement the horse makes,” McCree explained.

Before the children could ask anything more, their father spoke up. “Alright now girls, we’d better stop pestering the cowboy and see if we can find a hotel room for the night. I don’t think we’re getting on a plane tonight.”

“Aw,” both girls whined, hopping out of the chair. “Bye Mister Cowboy,” the littlest one said.

“Hope you get to ride a horse again soon,” the older one added.

McCree laughed, “Me too, little miss, me too.” He tipped his hat to them again and channeled his Woody the Cowboy impression for a, “Take care, partners.”

Both girls lit up and waved happily as their father ushered them away.

“What’s a man gotta do to get a family like that,” McCree chuckled to himself. “Can’t wait to have me a couple a’ girls to spoil the hell out of. “

With that thought, McCree’s mind instantly wandered to you. He glanced down at his phone and frowned at the clock. It was late where you were, but not ridiculously late. He could maybe chance a phone call.

But was that needy? To be calling you up in the middle of the night just to talk after only 1 date? But then again, this wasn’t technically a normal relationship. Maybe since he was your ‘sugar daddy’ he could call and have it not seem desperate.

Well, at least not too desperate.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, grabbing his things and wandering around the airport, looking for a quiet place to have a personal conversation. McCree tucked himself into a hallway next to the closing food court and made himself comfortable, his luggage acting as a backrest as he lounged on the wooden bench.

McCree sat there, waiting for you to pick up – hoping you would pick up – while simultaneously wondering what he was going to say to you. He was debating the pros and cons of making up a more legitimate excuse for calling you than ‘I’m lonely’ when you answered.

“Hello,” you said, sounding a bit groggy.

“Ah, damn,” McCree said, scrunching up his face in embarrassment, “I woke ya up, didn’t I? I’m sorry darlin,’ I’ll – ”

“No, no! I wasn’t asleep,” you explained hurriedly. “Well, maybe a little, but I was just snoozing on the couch, so no worries. Something up, McCree?”

“Nothing dramatic,” McCree drawled, smiling at the drowsy tone in your sweet voice, “just stuck in a snowstorm is all.”

“Ew,” you said passionately, “I’m not looking forward to winter here in the city. It makes me even more of a hermit.”

“Better to be snowed in at home than in an airport.”

“Ah, shit! You’re still at the airport? Can’t you go get a hotel room or something?”

“I could,” McCree shrugged, “but I fully intend to hop on the first flight out of here. I just wanna be back in my bed.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Jesse,” you cooed, “I know we haven’t been together long, but it sure seems like you’re on the road more often than not. That’s got to be hard.”

“It is,” he sighed, “but it’s a little easier now.”

“How so?”

“Well, cause I got the idea of coming back and seein’ you to keep me goin,’” McCree said with a sly grin.

“Ever the charmer, aren’t you,” you laughed, “Tell you what, when you get back to town, I’ll have you over for a proper home-cooked meal. How does that sound?”

McCree groaned almost erotically. “Oh babydoll, you have no idea how good that sounds. Its been ages since I had anything home-cooked.”

You giggled on the other end of the line and McCree smiled wistfully. He missed you. He’d give just about anything to have you snuggled up next to him right now.

“Darlin,’” he asked.

“Yes?”

“Thanks for answering. I was in desperate need of a pick-me-up.”

“Of course, McCree,” you said kindly, “that’s what I’m here for. Did you just want to chat in general, or did you have something on your mind?”

“Nothin’ in particular, beautiful, just saw a couple of cute as all hell kiddos and their Pops and got all sentimental,” McCree admitted.

You laughed loudly and when you spoke again you sounded just a tinge mischievous. “I bet kids love seeing you, don’t they? That hat and those boots and those spurs . . . “

“Are you makin’ fun of my style, beautiful?! I’m downright offended,” McCree teased.

“I’m not making fun of anything,” you replied, “not in the least! The first time I saw you I was delighted. And I still am.”

“That’s good to hear,” McCree chuckled, “’cause if you weren’t a fan of my get-up we probably wouldn’t last very long.”

“I adore your ‘get-up,’ Jesse and never think otherwise – right down to the stitching on your boots, not to mention the size of them . . .” you hinted.

“Oh honey,” McCree moaned as he felt himself getting stiff, “don’t you be doin’ that to me when I’m stuck in an airport.” He already wanted you so fucking badly, but hearing you say that you wanted him too? It was almost too much.

“Sorry, big guy,” you hummed, “I’ll make it up to you sometime soon.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, sweet cheeks.”

A tender silence fell between you, McCree trying to savor every moment he could. He didn’t want to go back to staring at the ceiling and hoping he could sleep.

“Can I ask you something a little odd,” he said, letting his daydreams go a little wild.

“Please do,” you replied, yawning a bit.

“You like kids?”

You hesitated a moment, surprising McCree, but eventually said, “Yeah, I like kids, but if I’m being totally honest, they intimidate me too.”

“Intimidate ya?”

“Well yeah! I was an only child without little cousins or anything, so kids always make me a little nervous. I never liked babysitting because I was so terrified I’d do something wrong and someone would get hurt or choke on something and die. I don’t know. Maybe ‘intimidate’ isn’t the right word, I think I just get really nervous because I’m inexperienced, but I’m a girl, so I’m supposed to be a natural at taking care of kids but I’m just . . . not.”

McCree frowned at the overwhelming uncertainty and shame in your voice. “Darlin,’ I think you’re being a little hard on yourself.”

“I – I know,” you said timidly, “I’m sorry. It’s just been a rough week for me.”

“Don’t apologize,” McCree said warmly, “anything I can do for you? I hate to hear such a lovely woman feelin’ so low.”

You giggled at him and sighed, “No, Jesse, I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but I appreciate the offer. And I’m glad you called – made me feel a little less lonely.”

“Anytime you need me, you call hon’.”

“You know I’m the one working for you, right,” you asked jokingly.

“What? Is a man not allowed to care about his employees,” he quipped right back.

“Touche,” you laughed. “By the way, why did you ask if I like kids? I thought you said you didn’t have much in the way of family.”

“Oh, you know,” he fumbled, “just curious. Just ‘cause I don’t have a family now doesn’t mean I don’t want one someday.”

“I, um, oh,” you said quietly.

“No pressure or nothin,’” McCree sputtered out, “the question just came to mind ‘cause I was thinking about how you’d – ”

“How I’d what,” you pressed tentatively.

McCree flushed, thankful no one was around to see him. “I was – uh – well I may have just been thinkin’ about how you seem like you’d be a real good mom is all.”

“Oh Jesse,” you all but whispered, “I . . . Th-thank you. That’s really sweet.”

“Darlin,’” McCree said gently, trying to change the subject, “you sound tired as all get out.”

“That’s probably because I am,” you mumbled.

“Then I better let you get some rest,” McCree insisted, “goodness knows I could talk to you for hours, but clearly you need some shut-eye, so you get to bed – ya hear?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll do the arduous work of leaving my blanket cocoon and walking to my bed if you insist,” you said with a dramatic flair.

“I absolutely do,” McCree chuckled.

“What about you,” you asked, “are you going to be ok all on your lonesome?”

“I’ll be just fine, lovely. A little chat with you has me feelin’ right as rain,” he said with a fond smile.

“Promise,” you said gravely.

McCree laughed, “Cross my heart.”

“If you say so.” You were yawning as you spoke, making it hard for McCree to understand you, but also making him grin.

“Goodnight, sweet cheeks.”

“Goodnight, Jesse. Hope you’ll be home soon.”

You hung up first and McCree sighed. “Home,” he murmured, “wouldn’t it be nice to have one of those someday.”

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My Year in Movies: Favorite Non-2018 Feature Films (Part 3)

In case you missed it, check out part 1 and part 2! Now picking up where we left off...

28. My Cousin Vinny (1992, directed by Jonathan Lynn, country of origin: US)

I know, I know. I can’t believe it either. But I really hadn’t seen this one til just a few short months ago. Marisa Tomei is, of course, a megababe in it; and Joe Pesci wears the hell out of some ridiculous outfits as he portrays a very unconventional defense attorney trying to help his cousin and a friend beat a murder charge. I laughed and laughed and cheered and laughed some more. Best courtroom scenes I watched all year, (and I watched A Few Good Men this year so that’s saying something). If this is still a blind spot for you, or you just want to revisit it, you can rent it on Amazon for 99 cents right now. 

27. After Hours (1985, directed by Martin Scorsese, country of origin: US)

Talk about things that escalate quickly: In this movie, Griffin Dunne’s character Paul meets a fellow book lover/manic pixie dream girl type (Rosanna Arquette). However, when he accepts her invitation for a late night rendezvous at her place, she quickly turns into a manic pixie nightmare girl. By morning, Paul finds himself a fugitive on suspicion of burglary, sex crimes, and murder in a neighborhood it’s safe to say he will never visit again. It’s a more heightened, comedic take on the classic “wrongfully accused” genre, and Dunne plays every note of desperation perfectly. You can watch this for free on Vudu, or rent on other streaming platforms. 

26. The Big Clock (1948, directed by John Farrow, country of origin: US)

The Big Clock actually has a few things in common with the aforementioned After Hours--hardworking New York City guy agrees to drinks with possibly sketchy woman and winds up the prime suspect in a murder. The whole thing takes place over a 36-hour period, and as you might guess the Clock of the title is ticking. The cast is great--Ray Milland, Charles Laughton, Maureen O’Sullivan--and the film balances humor and suspense with ease. Fun fact, the movie is directed by John Farrow, father of Mia. The movie is available for online rental through Amazon, Vudu, and iTunes.

25. The Doll (1919, directed by Ernst Lubitsch, country of origin: Germany)

I adore Ernst Lubitsch, who directed The Shop Around The Corner, To Be or Not To Be, Trouble in Paradise, and Design for Living. Before his English-language talkies, however, he got his start in Germany with silent films like Die Puppe (The Doll). Starring the effervescent Ossi Oswalda (basically the silent era’s Greta Gerwig), this comic fantasy skewers romantic conventions. 

Lancelot is a young prince who must marry in order to receive his inheritance; but he’s afraid of women (or possibly gay... it’s easy to read it that way). He buys what he think is a life-like doll to deceive his family and avoid marriage to a real girl; but little does he know Ossi is actually a real girl pretending to be a doll. It’s all very silly and over the top and winking, and also one of the most hilarious and charming rom-coms this side of the Hallmark channel. The physical comedy is outstanding, the social commentary is scathing, and Ossi is the hero we didn’t know we needed. There are a few versions floating around on YouTube or you can rent it for a few bucks on Amazon. I caught it on Filmstruck during a Lubitsch spotlight, and my life has never been the same.

24. Talk To Her (2002, directed by Pedro Almodovar, country of origin: Spain)

Pedro Almodovar can take the most seemingly absurd situation or plot contrivance and draw out something truly human and moving. He excels at shining a light on damaged but compelling characters, and doing everything with such style and panache that you let your guard down completely and before you know it you’re rooting for someone you ordinarily would scoff at from a distance. This movie’s story focuses on two comatose women and their caretakers, and delves into the limits of love and consent in fascinating, disturbing ways. I had no idea where this film was going but I was with it every second. Available for rent on most online platforms.

23. Crash (1996, directed by David Cronenberg, country of origin: Canada)

From the king of body horror, David Cronenberg, comes a movie about people who find eroticism where most people would find repulsion. Based on the controversial book by J.G. Ballard, this film follows a group of people who are aroused by car accidents and the injuries that result from metal and flesh colliding. It sounds macabre and at times it is, but under the surface are deeper themes that question what is considered “normal” versus “fetish” and why bodies that are whole and untarnished are worshiped while those that have distinguishing marks are tossed aside. There’s also certainly a critique of consumerism and cars as status symbols, and probably a lot more I missed on first viewing. Who better to portray a sexual deviant than James Spader? He’s joined by Holly Hunter, Elias Koteas (you’ll never think of Casey Jones the same way again), Deborah Kara Unger, and Rosanna Arquette. This is a tough one to track down--nowhere online right now, and it’s out of print on physical media; but if you see it at a thrift store or your local library, check it out. 

22. The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920, directed by Robert Wiene, country of origin: Germany)

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari is one of those movies that gets referenced a lot but I still wasn’t sure exactly what to expect from this silent German Expressionist film. Sometimes watching such a revered classic can be a little daunting--will I like as much as I’m “supposed to”? Thankfully, I did. Basically all of goth culture could probably trace its lineage back to this weird, creepy, twisty film. The elaborate, off-kilter set design and mind-bending story got under my skin in the best way. I won’t say much about the plot--just watch it (on YouTube unofficially or rentable on various streaming services).

21. Duck Soup (1933, directed by Leo McCarey, country of origin: US)

My introduction to the Marx Brothers was A Night at the Opera, and I went gaga for their rapid-fire verbal gymnastics and their gonzo physical comedy. This film takes it to the next level and throws in some political satire for good measure. So many incredible, iconic routines; song and dance sequences; and dialogue that you have to watch at least 4 times to catch all the jokes. I’m officially a fan of the Marx Brothers after this. You can rent it on most streaming sources, but I’m guessing if you have a male relative over the age of 50 you could probably borrow it from their collection. It’s very popular with Dad/Uncle demographic, and I can see why.

20. They Live by Night (1948, directed by Nicholas Ray, country of origin: US)

Nicholas Ray is quickly becoming one of my all time favorite directors. Rebel Without a Cause, In a Lonely Place, Johnny Guitar, The Racket, and now They Live By Night--just stunning movies about troubled souls who don’t quite fit in with the rest of the world. This film lays the template for so many that would come after it: Young couple, good girl falls for bad boy, they go on the run from the law, love is not all you need.

When things are good, they’re really good and lead characters Keechie (Cathy O’Donnell) and Bowie (Farley Grainger) are rapturously crazy in love. But they also bicker believably when the past begins to bleed into the present, leading to one of my favorite exchanges in the film. Bowie confronts Keechie about her whereabouts, and when she informs him she’s been to the doctor “about the baby we’re gonna have,” he bursts out, “That’s all I need!” She fires back, “You don’t see me knittin’ anything, do ya?”

This is a Criterion film, so you may have to get it from the library or catch it on TCM until the Criterion streaming service launches later this spring. Either way, it’s a must-watch, especially if you love movies like Badlands and Bonnie and Clyde.

19. Paprika (2006, directed by Satoshi Kon, country of origin: Japan)

Look, I love Inception as much as the next person, but now that I’ve seen Paprika I must admit Christopher Nolan owes a major debt to Satoshi Kon for the way he portrays dreams and reality intersecting in uncanny ways. The difference is Satoshi Kon did it with much more weirdness and color and unsettling body horror. Don’t ask me to explain this movie, I’m not even 100% sure it can be unraveled all the way into a linear structure; but it is zany and wonderful in the best way. There’s no Tom Hardy but there is a girl who turns into a butterfly and a band of frogs and a creepy clown and a really fat guy who’s in love with the smart scientist lady... I’m telling you, you gotta see this thing. You can stream it for free on Crackle; otherwise it’s a $2.99 rental from Amazon and Vudu.

18. Good Time (2017, directed by the Safdie Brothers, country of origin: US)

If you missed this in 2017, PLEASE watch it now. Robert Pattinson gives his career best performance as a fast talking petty criminal trying to get his mentally handicapped brother out of jail after making him an accomplice to his own crimes. The soundtrack by Oneohtrix Point Never combined with the Safdie Brothers mesmerizing cinematography make for a hypnotic, propulsive viewing experience. Newcomer Taliah Webster delivers an excellent supporting performance as an unwitting sidekick partway through the film. Watch for free on Amazon Prime or rent on Vudu or YouTube.

17. Cleo From 5 to 7 (1962, directed by Agnes Varda, country of origin: France)

My first foray into the filmography of Agnes Varda, and I loved it. Cleo, a French pop singer, spends a couple hours trying to distract herself from anxiety and dread as she awaits the results of a biopsy. She buys a hat, plays with her kittens, and argues with her male collaborators over song choices. 

Eventually she meets a stranger and they walk around Paris in a vignette that almost certainly influenced Richard Linklater’s entire milieu. Cleo mulls her possible fate and concludes “as long as I’m beautiful, I’m alive”--a notion Blondie would later reference in their tongue in cheek tune “Die Young, Stay Pretty.” But as much as she is fixated on her appearance, she finds herself struggling to be taken seriously by men who dismiss her because of her beauty. 

Special shout out to Michel Legrand, who we learned today has left the mortal plane: He composed the lovely score for this film and also appears in it as Cleo’s pianist.

I watched this on the now-defunct Filmstruck, but it’s part of the Criterion Collection so your best bet is probably getting it from the library or waiting for it to show up when Criterion’s streaming service launches later this spring.

16. Happy Together (1997, directed by Wong Kar-Wai, country of origin: Hong Kong)

Wong Kar-Wai captures unfulfilled romantic longing on film better than just about anyone. If you’ve seen In the Mood for Love or Chungking Express you already know this. Happy Together turns the director’s eye once again toward people on a collision course of love, lust, and disfunction. Leslie Cheung (RIP) and Tony Leung portray a couple hoping their toxic relationship will hit the reset button with a change of scenery when they relocate from Hong Kong to Argentina. At times their passion manifests as tenderness, as in a moving dance sequence; other times, volatility erupts into violence. When one of them meets someone new, the possibility of a simpler, sweeter kind of love  offers an alternative to the cycle of codependency and betrayal. This one is out of print right now on DVD, but check your local library or used movie store and you may get lucky.

15. La Dolce Vita (1960, directed by Federico Fellini, country of origin: Italy)

You’ve got sumptuous Italian vistas, Marcello Mastroianni being gorgeous, Anita Ekberg dancing in the fountain, and a bunch of hedonism that leads down a path of inevitable emptiness and/or destruction. Personally, I prefer this one to Fellini’s 8 1/2--it’s filled with  so many scenes that could work as stand alone short films; and there’s more humor and exuberance here than in his better known, meta film experience. The 174 minute runtime may seem intimidating but for me it flew by. Available with Filmbox on Amazon right now, also part of the Criterion Collection.

14. Cooley High (1975, directed by Michael Schultz, country of origin: US)

If you’ve enjoyed movies like Dazed and Confused, American Graffiti, Boyz N the Hood, or even Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, you should really watch Cooley High. Filmed in Chicago, it follows a group of friends in high school as they skip class in favor of visiting the Lincoln Park zoo, recite poetry, go to parties, make out with girls, get into fights, and navigate the tenuous border between youth and adulthood. Full of laughs, heart, and clear-eyed realism in place of the occasional sentimentality that seeps into movies about “young folks,” this must-see of Black cinema influenced independent filmmakers like Spike Lee and Quentin Tarantino. You can rent it on Vudu, or pick up a physical copy on Blu-ray or DVD.

13. Poltergeist (1982, directed by Tobe Hooper, country of origin: US)

Out of all the major blindspots I caught up with in 2018, this is the one that both impressed me the most and made me wonder why it took me this long to see it. I think I just assumed that it would be super cheesy or super scary or somehow both? Needless to say, I was wrong. It’s a blast! Funny, scary (but in a way I loved), original, and one of the best portrayals of family I’ve seen on screen. I now plan to watch this at least once a year to celebrate Halloween the same way that I watch Independence Day on July 4th, Elf/Jingle All the Way/Christmas Vacation at Christmas, and Nightmare Before Christmas/Donnie Darko for Halloween. I’m sure that everyone else in the world has seen it, but if you by some chance have not, go watch it right now! It’s available for rent on YouTube, Amazon, and GooglePlay.

12. Arthur (1981, directed by Steve Gordon, country of origin: US)

This one really surprised me. I became vaguely aware of its existence around the release of the terribly reviewed Russell Brand version; but no idea what to expect when I impulsively clicked the “watch now” button on Filmstruck. At first, Dudley Moore came across as an obnoxious drunken boor, but as I kept watching I realized the levels to his character went much deeper than it seemed at first. John Gielgud immediately won me over as Arthur’s butler Hobson, who loves Arthur like a son despite his many shenanigans. Then Liza Minnelli shows up on screen and isn’t she cute as a button! If you only know her as Lucille II from Arrested Development, you really owe it to yourself to see her in her heyday. You might not think Buster is so crazy for embracing “our nausea.” 

This movie became one of my favorite romantic comedies, in some ways a Cinderella story and in some ways a coming of age story and in most ways something wholly original. It’s a very special film, and deserves a wider audience among today’s movie fans. It’s a $1.99 rental on most platforms right now, so you have no excuse.

11. McCabe & Mrs. Miller (1971, directed by Robert Altman, country of origin: US)

I knocked out a few Altman films last year, and they were all good but this one was my favorite. I’m not always a fan of Westerns, but this one, which finds Julie Christie’s Madam teaming up with Warren Beatty’s Gambler to open a brothel, well, it’s different. I have a feeling Altman (and maybe his cast) watched Johnny Guitar, an earlier entry on my list, because this is another case in which a powerful woman with a mind for business upends the natural order of things (aka men being in charge). 

The writing here is wonderful, especially the dialogue, which includes such gems as “You know how to square a circle? Shove a four by four up a mule’s ass!” but also some more gentle, sweet exchanges and voiceover. There are also some gorgeous shots in this film, unsurprising with cinematographer Vilmos Zsigmond on board (who also shot Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Deliverance, and Blow Out just to name a few). 

Watch it via rental on Amazon, GooglePlay, or iTunes.

Next up: The Top 10! Stay tuned! 

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Fic Title: Snowballs Hurt, But Snow Angels Can Make It All Better

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Tags: Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Castiel (Supernatural) Jack Kline Snow Snowball Fight Snowmen All The Snow Christmas Fluff Fluff Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss Snow Angels

Summary: All Dean Winchester wants is a traditional family Christmas; that's not too much to ask, is it? But when things don't work out how he had hoped, he can count on his family, and some snow, to lift his spirits. Maybe Christmas won't be too bad after all.

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This latest hunt had been a nasty one; it had dragged on much longer than anyone had expected and by the end of it Sam, Dean, Cas and Jack had all been hurt. Not seriously, but it had been unpleasant, nonetheless. Plus, it had meant they had been away from the bunker for two weeks instead of two days.

“Dammit!” Dean slammed the motel door open in frustration. “This hunt took so long we’re not gonna make it back to the bunker in time for Christmas. At least, we wouldn’t get there until the afternoon.”

It was true, even if they left right now and drove without stopping there was no way they could get back in time to enjoy any festivities.

“Well, at least we freed the town from those ghouls, Dean. Christmas will be happier for everyone because of us.” Trust Sam to always look on the bright side, but Dean had been looking forward to having some kind of normal Christmas at the bunker, with his family alive and well, and he needed to sulk about it. Also, he needed whiskey.

“I’m gonna go to the store,” he announced, sullenly. “Anyone want anything?”

“A Christmas tree,” Jack said hopefully.

“Decorations,” Sam added.

“Yeah, you’re hilarious,” Dean grumbled. “I meant food or drink.”

“We could get pizza. Then you won’t need to go to the store,” suggested Sam.

“You get pizza, I need whiskey.” Dean started for the door, pulling it open before Sam could stop him.

“Dean, wait-” Sam called after him, but Dean was determined, and stomped outside into the cold wintry air.

Before he could close the door behind him, Cas was there, by his side. He didn’t say a word, just followed him silently, to the car.

“You don’t need to watch over me Cas. I’m not gonna do anything stupid.”

“You might need driving back here after getting “wasted.” Cas did the air quotes, and Dean couldn’t help softening at the gesture.

“Okay, just… don’t cramp my style, okay?”

Cas nodded as he got into the passenger side of the Impala. Dean drove to the nearest store, where he purchased a couple of bottles of whiskey and brought them back to the car. Cas watched him, then stared out of the window as he climbed back in and cracked open the bottle.

“I just wanted a proper, family Christmas, you know?” Dean broke the silence before taking a long drink. It burned as it went down, but he didn’t care.

“I understand your frustration, Dean. It would have been nice, the four of us celebrating together. But I have to agree with Sam; we did a good thing, and we all survived, which helps.” Cas smiled ruefully, and Dean didn’t want to admit it out loud, but he was extremely grateful for the angel’s presence. It would probably stop him from doing anything stupid.

Dean took another long swig, then offered the bottle to Cas, who surprised him by accepting it and taking a mouthful.

“Woah! You won’t be able to drive either,” Dean laughed.

“It will not affect me. I just wanted to taste it,” Cas said stoically.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed. He would have really liked to have gotten shitfaced with Cas, but that was just another in a long list of things he wouldn’t get to do with the angel.

Dean lifted the bottle to his lips again, and drank, immediately feeling the effect. His eyes showed him two of Cas, both of whom were frowning at him. Seconds later he fell forward onto the steering wheel, barely aware of a hand protecting him from injury before passing out cold.

Dean awoke to the sound of quiet voices, and a surprisingly mild hangover. He was expecting to feel like he'd been kicked in the head, but no… it was just a vague fuzziness. Dean sat up in bed. Bed… how did he get here? And who removed his pants?

Dean sat up in bed, and looked over at Sam, Cas, and Jack, sitting at the small motel table. “Hey, what's going on?”

“Hello, Dean.” Cas's trademark greeting made Dean smile, and he climbed out of bed to move closer to him… them.

“I'm sorry for being an assbutt last night. You guys didn't deserve the shit I gave you.”

“It's okay Dean, we understand.” Sam stood up, walked around the table, and hugged him. “Merry Christmas Dean.”

Shit, he had forgotten .

“Merry Christmas bitch,” Dean laughed, and hugged his brother tightly.

Jack looked confused, and was about to question why Dean was calling his beloved brother something unkind, when a look of wonder came over his face. “Look!” He pointed out of the window, and when Dean turned to see, he understood what created that reaction from Jack.

It had started snowing sometime in the night, and outside looked like a freaking winter wonderland. Even the Impala had a couple of feet of snow covering it.

“Awesome.” Dean tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, but he failed miserably.

“Can we go outside and touch it?” Jack asked.

“We can do more than that.” Dean clapped Jack on the shoulder. “We’re gonna make a snowman, and I’m gonna show you how to make snowballs.”

“Why does the snowman need balls, Dean?” Cas was extremely puzzled. “I wouldn’t have thought that would be very appropriate.”

“No Cas, it’s not…” Dean broke out into a full body laugh at Cas’s misunderstanding.

Sam joined in with the laughter, and they only stopped when Dean complained that his side was hurting. “Ow, ouch. I think I pulled something.”

Cas opened his mouth to speak again, but Dean grabbed him and hugged him before he could say a word. “Oh man, I haven’t laughed like that since… forever. Don’t ever change Cas.”

“I will try not to,” Cas replied, as he pulled away with a small smile on his face.

Dean clapped his hands together. “Right, snow day it is. Sammy, you coming?”

“Of course. But we’re going to need to wrap up first.” Sam put his hand out to stop Dean from opening the door. “Gloves, hats, scarves.” He went over to the bed, picked up his duffel from beside it, and started rummaging through.

“Sam, we both survived hell, and Cas and Jack are angels - well, half angel.” Dean gestured toward Jack. “A bit of cold ain’t gonna kill us,” he grumbled.

Sam turned back to him with an armful of knitted crap and a bitchface, and rolled his eyes. “Just put ‘em on, Dean. Sometimes you have to be sensible, and set a good example for people who look up to us.”

Dean knew that Sam was talking about Jack, and he knew he was right too, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to complain. Grabbing a hat and a thick pair of gloves he muttered “okay mom… jeeze. Why have you even got this stuff anyway?”

“It’s winter, and it’s cold, so I came prepared,” Sam explained.

Okay, that made sense. Dean pulled the hat on, then looked at Cas, who was carefully watching the proceedings. “Cas needs a hat and gloves too,” Dean said to Sam.

“Dean,  I do not requi-” Cas started.

“Yeah, you do. You’ve gotta set a good example for the young ‘uns,” he said with a slightly sarcastic tone. The truth was, he wanted to see what Cas would look like, but he wasn’t going to admit it. Sam handed him a hat, and Dean pulled it onto the angel’s head. Well okay, that was just too adorable for words. Dean swallowed thickly and tried to tear his eyes away from Cas’s.

Sam coughed, and Dean turned to face him. “Okay guys, when you’re ready.” There was something in his tone, but Dean ignored it as he went to the door and opened it. A bitterly cold blast of air hit him in the face, and he was suddenly extremely grateful for Sam’s insistence on them wrapping up warmly.

The snow was still falling steadily, and as Dean stepped outside he automatically stuck out his tongue to catch some flakes. Jack copied him, and a huge smile lit up his face.

“It tingles,” he exclaimed in delight.

Dean chuckled at Jack’s boyish enthusiasm. “Just wait till you see what else you can do with it.” He started stomping through the fresh snow, reveling in the crunching sound it made. He might be nearly forty, but happy memories came flooding back, and if he closed his eyes he was that little child again, seeing snow for the first time.

When Dean opened his eyes again, he saw that Jack was copying him - again - and Sam was trying to see how far he could reach foot, to make the biggest space in between each footprint. The way he was walking was ridiculous, and Dean pointed and laughed.

Cas seemed pretty bemused by the whole thing, and stood watching, as flakes of snow landed on his hat.

“If you stand too still you’ll turn into a snowman,” Dean called, suddenly getting an idea.

Dean bent down and started to scrape together as much snow as he could, making it into a mound. Sam came over to help, followed by Jack, and very quickly they had a decent sized body for the snowman.

“You gonna help, Cas?” Dean stood back up to get his attention.

Cas had snow in his eyelashes, and Dean couldn’t help but take a few moments to admire how pretty the angel looked. Becoming aware that Sam was saying something, Dean stopped staring and turned his attention back to his brother.

“...roll it into a ball, to make the head.”

“Yeah, we’ll do that.” Dean moved over to an untouched patch of snow, and did the same thing; scraping together as much as he could. Cas slowly started to help, by bringing handfuls of snow over and sticking it to the rest. At one point they ended up patting it down together, and their hands met in the middle, causing Dean to inwardly curse the stupid gloves he was wearing.

When Dean was happy with the size of the head, and he had stopped repeatedly gazing at Cas, they picked it up and carefully placed it on the body, which Sam and Jack had continued to work on.

After the head rolled off a couple of times, and Dean was starting to the joyful feeling he’d had since they stepped outside, Cas suggested putting a stick inside the body, then attaching the head to that.

“Not just a pretty face, huh?” Dean said, then felt himself reddening when he realised what he said.

Dammit.

Before he could see Cas’s reaction, Dean practically ran to try to find some sticks for the arms and stones for eyes. He quickly found what he needed, and when he returned with them, he handed them to Jack, and determinedly avoided making eye contact with Sam or Cas.

“Now all we need is a nose,” Dean broke through the weird tension that seemed to be hanging in the air.

“Oh… yeah.” Sam gave Dean a strange look, then disappeared into their room. Jack had finished with the arms and eyes, and was admiring their handiwork.

“We made a snowman.” Jack beamed with delight.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Dean,” Cas admonished.

Just then Sam returned with a carrot in his hand.

“Where did you get that?” Dean asked incredulously. “Wait, don’t tell me, you came prepared.”

“No, actually, I happen to like carrots.” Sam stuck the carrot in place, then took his phone out of his pocket and snapped a few photos.

Dean was pretty sure Sam was sneakily trying to get him and Cas into a couple of the pictures, so he grabbed Cas, and put his arm around his shoulders. “Say cheese.”

Sam snapped a couple more times, then Dean let go of Cas and said “right, time for a snowball fight.”

“What is a snowball fight, Dean?” Jack asked earnestly.

Oh, this was going to be so much fun. “Ah, let me teach you the ways of the force, young padawan.”

“Star Wars?” Jack seemed terribly confused.

“It’s just a saying, Jack.” Are all angels this literal? Dean bent down again and scooped up a couple of handfuls of snow, then squashed it all together, packing it as tightly as possible.

Jack watched intently, taking it all in, then when Dean had finished he copied his movements exactly. They held their snowballs up to show each other, then Jack said,

“What do we do now?”

“We throw them.”

“At what?” Jack asked.

“At each other,” Sam replied, as he lobbed a snowball at him, catching him in the side of the head.

The shocked expression on Jack’s face lingered for a minute or so, until he got his equilibrium back, then it turned mischievous. “Ah, I see.” Jack launched his snowball at Sam, hitting him square in the chest.

“You gotta aim better than that,” Dean laughed, before throwing his missile at Cas, who was quite unprepared, despite the fact that the snowball fight was escalating.

Dean didn’t throw it very hard, but it did hit Cas on the forehead. Cas stumbled backwards, then a dangerous look Dean hadn’t seen since the early days spread over Cas’s face. Very slowly and deliberately, Cas crouched down and made a snowball of his own, patting the snow together.

While Cas was occupied, Sam and Jack were making more missiles. Dean, however, was frozen to the spot, waiting to see what Cas would do. Cas made a row of snowballs, then stood back up with one in his hand. “I believe I understand how this works,” he said, before throwing it hard in Dean’s direction.

Dean tried to dodge out of the way, but it hit him in the ear, and despite the hat, it stung like a son of a bitch.

“Motherf-” Dean dropped to the ground, and made as many snowballs as he could, while being pelted repeatedly by Cas.

Sam came to his brother’s rescue by attacking Cas with a few missiles of his own, at the same time as Jack threw some at Sam. And suddenly, there were two sides in this ‘war’,

“Oh, it is on. Winchesters against angels.” Dean jumped up and ran over to Sam, where they quickly joined forces.

Sam surprised Dean by creating a kind of fort out of snow, while Dean made a shitload more snowballs. A few metres away, Cas and Jack appeared to be doing the exact same thing, and then the fight began in earnest.

For the next hour or so, the air was full of laughter and flying missiles; some hitting their target, some not. Dean was aching and covered in snow, but it was the best fun he’d had in… well, forever.

“Truce!” Dean called out from behind their fort.

Cas stood up from behind the angel’s fort, looking more dishevelled than Dean had ever seen him. His hat was gone, and his hair was sticking out at crazy angles. Clumps of snow were stuck in his hair and all over his clothes, and his tie had somehow managed to get twisted around and had landed on his shoulder.

“Cas, you look worse than I feel,” Dean laughed, as he got to his feet.

“I doubt that,” Cas replied, raising his eyebrow in a manner that gave Dean chills.

THWACK!!!!!

A snowball that felt like pure ice hit Dean on the forehead, making him fall backwards onto his ass. Jack, you sneaky SOB .

Lying on the ground, dazed, Dean saw a figure hovering over him. The watery sun cast a glow around his head, like a sort of halo. “Angel,” Dean chuckled.

“Dean, are you okay?” Cas sounded deeply concerned, as he crouched down next to Dean.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just having a little lie down.”

By now Sam and Jack were also standing over him, looking down at him worriedly.

“Hey, another angel,” Dean said. “Nice shot Jack. The student beat the master.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” Jack said, full of remorse.

“Nah, you won, fair and square,” Dean said, trying and failing to sit up. “You know what? I’m gonna stay here and make a snow angel.”

“Snow angel?” Cas asked. “Is that like a snowman?”

“No, wait. I’ll show you.” Dean moved his legs from side to side and his arms up and down until he was satisfied he had made the perfect snow angel. Then he gingerly sat up and got to his feet, with a helping hand from Sam and Cas.

“That is an angel?” Cas looked at it thoughtfully.

“Yeah. I mean, it doesn’t look as good as the real thing, obviously. No beautiful blue eyes, or crazy sex hair, or stupid trench coat that doesn’t fit properly, and that tie I just want to grab hold of and... ” Dean suddenly realised that he was saying all this out loud. Damn, that hit on the head must have damaged him more than he realised.

Cas and Sam were staring at Dean now, as if he had lost his mind. “What?”

Sam turned to Jack and said “let’s go inside and make some hot chocolate. Leave Dean and Cas to, er… make more snow angels.”

Before Jack could protest, they were gone, leaving Dean and Cas staring at each other in the snow.

“I should heal you.” Cas lifted his hand to Dean’s face, but instead of touching him where he had been hit, he gently cupped Dean’s cheek.

“That’s not where-”

“I know.” Cas used his other hand to tilt Dean’s head forwards, then placed his lips ever so gently on Dean’s forehead. A warmth spread through him as Cas’s grace healed him, then Cas pulled back and smiled.

“You… your lips… I.” Dean might have been healed, but it seemed that he had lost the ability to speak properly.

“Yes. Is there anywhere else that needs healing, Dean?”

Without a second thought, Dean pointed to his mouth, and Cas leaned in to plant his lips there. They were soft and gentle, and Dean thought he might actually be in heaven, as the two of them got lost in the kiss. He pulled Cas closer to him by placing one gloved hand on his back, while running the other one through the angel’s hair.

Cas moaned, and Dean slipped his tongue into his mouth. Cas pulled them even closer together, if that was even possible, and there they stayed for an immeasurable amount of time. Kissing as if they needed it like they needed air, and pushing their bodies up against each other. Eventually, they had to come up for air - well, Dean did anyway - and he gazed deeply into Cas’s eyes.

“Dean, I-” Not being able to form coherent sentences seemed to be catching.

“Me too, Cas. Me too.” Dean kissed the tip of Cas’s nose.

“Should we go back inside?” Cas kissed Dean’s neck.

“Probably.” Dean nibbled on Cas’s ear lobe.

“Maybe.” Cas licked up Dean’s neck.

“Mmmmm.”

So what if they weren’t at the bunker with a tree and decorations, and a turkey, and all the trimmings. They had just had the most epic snow day ever, and Dean finally had all he ever wanted, right there in his arms.

This was turning out to be a very merry Christmas.

@dmsilvisart I hope you like what I did with your prompt.

[nohr-and-thirst]

A matchup, please ^^ I am a bisexual girl that most of the time has too much energy when I'm around people and really love physical contact like hugging, cuddling, ect, Unless I am having a bad day. I usually cover those up by saying I am 'tired' and am really sensitive on those, even going as far as having sensory overloads from loud noises or people in general, especially if I am being touched. Being touched by strangers is a huge no-go for all days but the VERY good ones, anyways (1/?) ~Chris

and I physically cringe and freeze up if someone brushes against me. I sometimes have violent panic attacks that end in me injuring myself by scratching, so someone who would be able to help with those would be wonderful! I'd prefer someone who doesn't yell in arguments or gets angry with me often, since that's my main source for panic attacks. I am very paranoid about people secretly hating me for whatever small reasons my brain decides to torture me with. Now, to the positive things! I have many hobbies, but my main ones are drawing and playing video games. Minor ones are sewing and writing (Mostly stories, but I do poems sometimes). I am a creative person, I'd say, but I don't always voice my ideas. I absolutely LOVE animals, except insects... those I hate. If someone were to play with my hair or do my hair, I would melt in their hands like a small kitten and I adore soft touches. Random facts that might help with matching (for whatever reason?): I cannot swim, authority figures make me overly anxious to be around if I don't know them personally, I cannot speak infront of large crowds, I get either overly cheerfull or emotional when I'm tipsy, all friends I regularly talk to are people I have instantly clicked with and first talking to them always involved mutual interests. I am not very good at guessing other people's emotions, but I am very understanding. I once had anger issues but have gotten those in check over the past few years. If someone hurts a person I care deeply about, I can get over my anxiety pretty quickly to tell them a piece of my mind. I love dressing up in either very cute clothes and dark clothes, my fav aes being pastel with black accents. However, I am better at a 'cool' style. I am rather tall (170 cm) and prefer by 10cm min shorter or taller ppl Woops, this has gotten very long, sorry! Gahh I forgot one tiny detail please forgive me! I often zone out for a few secs so im often confused as to what is going on, so my f/o should be okay with simple questions about whats going on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I have two characters I would match you up with Chirs! Louisa May Alcott  Edogawa Ranpo!Louisa is a shy, sweet, intelligent character! She experiences social anxiety as we see how she interacts with the other characters in the series. Louisa will always be there to help you with your anxieties because she doesn’t like to see you get hurt, and she cares about you. She is always quick on her feet for you to make sure you are safe and happy! She is always there to reassure that people do not hate you, she always tries to be logically, but she knows from first-hand experiences that anxiety doesn’t care about logic. However, she is always trying her best to calm your anxieties, and she gives you advice she has gathered from books and research from professionals. She loves how you are creative, and always wants to hear what you have to say! She encourages you to say your ideas, and to always make sure everyone hears what you have to say! She loves your fashion sense, and will sometimes ask for your help on what she could wear. She might even suggest wearing matching color clothes sometimes cause she thinks it will be cute! Louisa would absolutely find how cute you are when it comes to your love animals! She would ask you what is your favorite and why. I am sure, without a shadow of a doubt, she would get you plushies of your favorite animals, always with a cute little note saying how it was almost as cute as you it reminded her of you that she had to get it for you! She is very understanding and if something confuses you, she will happily explain to you! She will do everything her power to make sure everything is crystal clear for you! She just wishes for you to be happy, and to know that she loves you so much. She wants to help you overcome your anxiety, and she wants to improve her anxieties so she can show you that anyone and everyone can improve! She always has your back, she is always there for you no matter where and what time. Need someone to talk to in midday? She is always happy to talk! Need to vent a little and get a pick me up at three in the morning? You bet she is going to be there for you! Ranpo presents himself to be quite childish, but this is because of something that had occurred with him in his past. Ranpo will be quick to pick up that you are not feeling like your normal self on bad days, and will make it his goal for the whole month to make sure that you do not have another bad day. Seeing you anxious, sad, upset, or anything negative breaks his heart. He cares about you, he wants to see you happy and enjoy life. He wants to see you for your goals and be there to back you up. He is going to be there on your good days, bad days, okay days, any day really. He wants to see you happy and wants to make sure you that you live the life you deserve. If you start having a panic attack, he will help you through some exercises to help you calm down. He won’t leave your side for the rest of the day to make sure you are okay. You are his top priority, he wants to make sure that you are well, both mentally and physically. If he finds a cat, you can bet he will bring it into the office to show you or he will take pictures of the cat, some pictures will have him in it for sure. I feel like Ranpo will sometimes come up to you and just try place his hat on top of your head! He will for sure try and get you a few hats like his that go with your style. Ranpo will only be okay with sharing his sweets with you and might even try and pick up baking to try and surprise you with some homemade sweets! Just like Louisa, Ranpo is always happy to try and explain things for you. He doesn’t mind explaining to you about what happens when you dozed off. Also, I feel like he would be the type of boyfriend to take cute pictures of you when your smiling, and have it as your wallpaper, of course only if you are okay with this! 

[zonamievents]

Take My Hand

Theme #2 & #3: First “I love you” + First Date Rating: T / 14A (alcohol use) Pairing: Zoro x Nami

The heat made him so sleepy, but Zoro knew that he’d be skewered alive if he dared to take a nap now. Still, he couldn’t help but yawn as he wandered along the beach, lazily looking for that pesky navigator of his.

The one who would be the one skewering him if he didn’t enjoy this little vacation of theirs to the fullest.

After she had spied a beach on a puny little island, Nami had demanded that they drop the anchors of the Thousand Sunny and take the time to appreciate a day or two for just the Straw Hats. There was a small discussion amongst the crew to see if it was something everyone wanted to do, and normally, Zoro knew that he’d be the first person to upset the vote by telling them to carry on. The man he had become since the separation was more goal-oriented, more focused than ever before and a stop at a random beach was completely unnecessary in his mind.

However, he couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss.

The other night had rattled him more than he could ever let on, especially when he had assumed that he could convince himself it was all a drunken dream. Maybe it was because she was more of a woman now than ever before; her shape had matured into an hourglass, almost as if she merely needed some time to become a fully realized interest for him. It was a strange feeling, knowing that he suddenly saw a member of his randomly formed family as attractive, even more so when she was one of the first people to join!

It was something he needed to get a handle on, and fast, as he spied her staring out at the sea without a care in the world.

The sun had begun to set off in the distance, with the light of its dimming rays setting off the orange tint in Nami’s hair. Things he had merely seen at face value were now suddenly aspects he adored about her, including the way that her bikini top looked only like a strip of turquoise fabric that was twisted in the middle of her chest. The same twist seemed to sit on the tops of her hips, making Zoro assume that it was the style of the entire swimsuit. Not the type she’d normally wear, but then again, he knew he wasn’t behaving the way he’d normally behave either.

“Oi.” He called out to her before she could notice his approach.

Nami turned to look at him, tucking her windswept hair behind her ear so that she could see him clearly. Her smile was small but it was enough to strike a chord he didn’t know his cool heart still possessed. “Hey, is everyone back on the ship?”

“That dumbass cook wanted me to tell you dinner was ready.” No he didn’t, but Zoro was always willing to make Sanji look worse in Nami’s eyes, and she would be rather disappointed if they returned to the Sunny without something ready for her to eat.

Huh, maybe he had been interested in her for longer than he originally thought…

“That’s fine, I’m almost done.” She sighed, her eyes somewhat hooded as she looked back at the sea. Someone unfamiliar with Nami might assume that she was sad, but Zoro recognized that withdrawn gaze as an indicator that she was still working while trying to stay engaged in their conversation. Always the cartographer, the navigator, her personal goal of mapping the entire world sometimes preoccupied her the same way training overcame him. He had always respected her dedication so it was something he rather appreciated seeing, when she would lose herself to charting something new.

“What’s left?” He wondered aloud, nervous once the words left his mouth.

“Huh?” She asked, eyebrow cocked, her eyes less foggy than before.

Carefully, he took another stab at carrying on with their conversation. “What else do you have to do before you come back to the Sunny?”

For some reason, his question made her grin at him in that familiar Cheshire-like way. “Why? Are you going to keep me company while I walk around the shore one more time? Make sure I don’t get taken out to sea?” She was clearly joking as she motioned to the calmest tide he had seen in forever.

But her attempt to brush off his kindness didn’t bother him in the slightest. In fact, he calmly shrugged his shoulders and made his way to her side. “Sure.” Was all he was going to say in responsejust in case he shared more than he was ready to yet.

Nami was visibly unprepared for his company at first, but it eased him rather quickly to watch her turn and face the rest of the beach with him without so much as a peep. Step by step, they began to wander along the sand in the direction of the sunset, his hands in the pockets of his swim trunks and hers slightly out at her sides. She was walking rather slowly but he didn’t care what pace they moved at, so long as he had some time alone with her to determine just what it was he was feeling.

“I’m surprised you’re not asleep somewhere.” She called him out on his lazy behaviour without any remorse, as if his gesture to wander with her didn’t warrant him any of her favor.

Knowing he couldn’t argue with her assumption, Zoro mumbled, “No point sleeping now, when dinner’s on the table.”

“That’s true.” She said in an almost sarcastic tone, possibly disbelieving of his explanation. Whether she accepted it or not, Zoro wasn’t about to start an argument with her right now. Was that more out of character for him than anything else he was doing at that moment? Probably, but he wouldn’t let that disturb the confidence he gathered to be alone with her.

Besides, if he didn’t follow her back to the ship, he’d probably be the one carried out to sea.

It was easy to stay with her when he was intent on figuring out what it was he felt now, after that late night kiss they had shared not too long ago. Nami was acting like she didn’t remember what she did - crawling up his body and stealing his lips with her own - and even though it bothered him somewhat, Zoro knew he needed to figure out what it was he was dealing with before harping on her for playing the fool--

He noticed it before she did: a sea urchin being washed up on the beach by the supposedly gentle tide. Would she notice it in time while she was studying her steps? Why would he take that risk, when he could guarantee her safety then and there?

His hand flew out of his pocket and snatched hers up, grabbing hold of her so swift he managed to tug her out of the way. She did stumble somewhat - his habit of acting out before communicating his intentions a rather bad habit of his - but he’d never let her fall, and he hoped she’d recognize him for his chivalry instead of his roughness.

When she tossed her head up to look at him, there wasn’t a glimpse of anger on her face. No hatred, no hint of being put out by his sudden grab of her hand. No, she forced her expression to remain solid and blank, but he could see the surprise in her eyes.

She did remember their kiss, and she was just as confused as he was on what they were supposed to do about it.

“Didn’t want you to get hurt.” Zoro’s voice was so tender, he had never even knew he could sound so soft. It slightly embarrassed him to appear so corny in such a still moment; they remained still, caught in a moment where they said nothing but so much passed between them. Awareness, realization, some fear and uncertainty, all lying beneath a type of excitement that he had never known before in his entire twenty-one years. Something had happened when they kissed before and now he knew that she was just uncertain as he was.

To someone as emotional useless as Roronoa Zoro was, he felt like the fact that she hadn’t run scared from him as a love letter in its own way, a confession that he felt rather than heard.

Nami implied she felt the exact same way when her words sounded as if they held a double meaning, “Thank you.”

“Messed up what you were doing?” He felt a responsibility to ask, taking the spotlight off of what they were trying to keep a secret and return both of their attention to her unexplained charting exercise.

For some reason, his question made her smirk. “You usually do.”

“Huh?” That wasn’t the answer he was expecting.

Tugging on his hand, she refused to let him out of her clutches - like she had initiated their hand-holding and was in control of them now - as she started to casually stroll along the beach. He caught up to her in a mere two steps, just in time to hear her try to change the subject. Feigning exhaustion, Nami proclaimed, “You’re always causing some kind of trouble for me! Whether you’re distracting me from my maps or getting lost, you have a talent for messing me up.”

His mouth was open, ready with a protest! However, he realized something while formulating a response: it was her kiss that ‘messed up’ their relationship, that dug up all of these feelings he had for her. After that, he couldn’t look at her the same and even though he had no complaints about it, it was ironic for her to accuse him of anything when their relationship was surely changing right before their eyes.

Maybe that’s what love was for them: instead of saying anything, they’d just keep messing with each other as a sign of affection.

Zoro stifled a chuckle as another thought dawned on him too: perhaps a stroll around a random beach could count as a first date, since they couldn’t seem to get anything right in terms of love.

[harrywavycurly]

You wrapped your scarf around your neck as you stepped out onto the busy sidewalk of the city. It was getting closer to the holidays and with it came colder weather and bright lights all around. You didn’t mind the cold, you liked the feeling of being bundled up and it often made you in a rather cuddly mood. You smiled as you headed off towards the park so you could see the lights hanging from the trees and enjoy the view of the brightly lit Christmas tree from your favorite bench.

“Daddy look! It’s so pretty!” The sound of a little girl’s voice made you smile as she tugged on the sleeve of who you assumed was her father. The pair was standing in front of the bench you normally sat on, the little girl was bundled up in a pink coat and matching hat and her cheeks were a bit red due to the chill in the air.

“It’s a bit bigger than the one at home innit?” His voice was soft and sweet as you saw him look down at her as he grabbed her hand. You watched as he led her over to the far side of the bench you were about to take a seat on.

You swung your purse strap over your head as you took a seat, you placed the bag in your lap as you dug around for your chapstick. You felt eyes on you as you finally looked up with your chapstick in your hand. Your eyes went wide and you jumped a bit when you saw the little girl bundled in pink standing in front of you.

“Hello,” You watched her smile as you gave her a small wave. You looked around and when you saw her father on the phone at the end of the bench you turned your attention back towards to little girl who was still smiling at you.

“You like the tree?” You just nodded your head yes at her question and somehow her smile grew even wider. “Daddy says it’s his favorite Christmas tree, and he’s seen a bunch.” You just chuckled as she took a seat next to you on the bench. You saw her dad look over and raise an eyebrow as he watched his daughter scoot closer to you.

“Has he? Well i agree, this ones my favorite as well.” You shot her dad a small smile as he hung up the phone and stood up. He was soon standing in front of his daughter with a small smile on his face.

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up as his gaze landed on you. You had to admit he was extremely handsome with his green eyes and sharp jawline but it was his dimple that appeared when he smiled at his daughter that made your heart flutter a bit. He cleared his throat a little bringing you back to reality as he reached his hand out.

“Sorry if she’s bothering you, had ta take a call and she loves lookin at the tree.” You looked at his hand with a raised eyebrow. “I’m Harry.” You just smiled as you quickly shook his hand as the little girl next to you giggled.

“I’m Dorthy, Dorthy Anne Styles. What’s your name?” You laughed as Harry’s eyes went a bit wide and he let out a nervous chuckle while rubbing the back of his neck as you told her your name.

“Now let’s not bother her love, come on let’s go have a walk around the tree hmm?” You watched as Dorthy’s face dropped and she formed a small pout. “Come on what’s all this?” His voice was low as he crouched down in front of her, he placed his hands on her knees and gave them a little squeeze causing her to giggle.

“Can we ask if she wants to come with us? I like her hair.” You had to cover your mouth with your hand to hide your laughter as the little girl brought her hand up to her cheek as she attempted to whisper to her father. You saw Harry shake his head as he looked at you for a moment before leaning closer to his daughter.

“I s’pose we can ask.” He shot you a playful wink as Dorthy turned and looked at you with a hopeful smile on her face.

“Would you like to come walk around the tree with us? We can get hot chocolate!” As you looked at her you couldn’t find it in your heart to tell her no so you just smiled and shrugged at Harry who was now standing up and looking at you with what you thought was a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

“I do love hot chocolate.” Was all you said before Dorthy was squealing with excitement and grabbing her dad’s hand as he helped her off the bench. Harry gave you a smile that made his dimple appear and you swore you felt your heart skip a beat, it was a totally different experience having him smile like that towards you rather than seeing it appear due to someone else.

The three of you were off towards the brightly lit Christmas tree and you were enjoying the change from your normal routine which included you sitting on the bench reading a book while you enjoyed the lights and watched the families walk past.

“We know all the best spots for looking at the lights.” You felt a tiny hand grasp yours and when you looked down you couldn’t help but grin as you saw Dorthy’s hand.

“Sorry, she jus loves company. She hasn’t met anyone she doesn’t like.” Harry’s voice was soft and sweet as it hit your ears causing you to turn your head and see the apologetic look he was giving you.

“Ah so I’m not just special then?” You were only joking but by the look of slight panic that appeared on Harry’s face made you regret it. “I’m kidding Harry, it’s okay.” You watched as he relaxed a bit and you just laughed as Dorthy began leading the way.

“You like mellows in your hot chocolate?” You looked down and when you were met with Dorthy’s bright green eyes looking up at you all you could do was smile and nod your head causing her to let out an excited noise as she continued to lead the way.

The three of you were making your second lap around the giant lit up tree when you felt Dorthy let go of your hand and take off towards the hot chocolate stand. You heard Harry let out a little huff as he quickly followed her, You laughed as he managed to catch up to her and wrap his arms around her middle and pick her up causing her to squeal and giggle. He was holding her on his hip when you finally joined them in the back of the line.

“Running off without me? Ya trying to leave me here all alone in this big park?” Harry’s voice was full of fake sadness but Dorthy still pressed her hands to his cheeks and looked him in the eyes as she smiled softly at him.

“I’d never leave you daddy,” You felt your heart almost burst as she quickly kissed his nose. “Who would buy me hot chocolate with extra mellows if i left you?” You saw Harry playfully roll his eyes at his daughters quick remark.

“Been hanging out with your uncle Niall too much sweetheart.” Was all he said before he kissed her cheek and placed her back on the ground, he was sure to grab one of her hands before she ran off again.

“Next.” You saw an elderly woman give you and Harry a once over as she called Harry to the counter. She looked down at Dorthy and her face brightened as she grinned at the little girl. “You two have a lovely daughter, just absolutely adorable.” You felt your cheeks get hot and Harry was rubbing the back of his neck and looking around as if he was trying to act like he didn’t hear her.

“Two got chocolates please, one with extra marshmallows if you don’t mind.” Harry cleared his throat before giving his order and the lady behind the counter just smiled and nodded before going off to make the hot chocolates.

“Your wife must be upset she’s missing out on this awesome hot chocolate.” You saw Harry go stiff for a moment as he took the hot chocolate from the woman’s hands. You gave him a smile as he handed you a warm cup. He quickly paid before reaching down and handing the little girl that was standing between the two of you her cup of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.

“My mommy doesn’t like hot chocolate. She’s at home, I see her tomorrow! My room there has a Barbie dream house! You want to see it? I have one at my daddy’s too but not in my room he made me put it in the play room.” You felt your eyes get a little wide as Dorthy quickly jumped in and answered your question as well as adding some extra information you were slightly relieved to hear. Harry was divorced, or that was what you were assuming based off Dorthy’s statement.

“Let’s not bore her with details my Little love,” you looked over and saw Harry giving you a small smile. Dorthy just shrugged as she took a sip of her warm drink as the three of you began walking around the park again. “Sorry bout that, she doesn’t hold back.” His voice was low as he leaned over Dorthy to try to whisper.

“It’s okay, so you made her move the Barbie dream house hmm?” You teased and Dorthy looked up at her dad as he laughed.

“Was a bit too distractin at bedtime wasn’t it lovey?” You saw him look at Dorthy with a knowing look and she just giggled and shrugged. “Would make me read all tha barbies a bed time story.” He added causing you to laugh and Harry to shoot you a playful glare.

“Oh Harry, just read the whole lot of them one story and you’d be good to go.” You joked and Harry just shook his head as he pointed down to the little girl who was now licking around her mouth as she managed to get hot chocolate all over her face.

“She refused. Said it wasn’t polite fo me ta read em all the same book.” You couldn’t help but just laugh as you imaged Harry is a huff trying to read Barbie a bedtime story. “You come round for bedtime one night and you’ll see the whole ordeal I have to go through with this one.” You smiled at him as he stopped walking and bent down to begin cleaning up Dorthy who was now sticky from her hands all the way to her face.

“I’m not done yet!” Dorthy whined as Harry took the cup out of her hands so he could clean them. You reached out and took the now empty cup from his hands and went off to throw it away while he pulled out some baby wipes from his coat pocket. “Daddy, can we go home and watch a Christmas movie?” You smiled as Dorthy looked at Harry with big eyes and a grin as you returned to the two of them.

“S’pose we could do that my love.” He placed a kiss to her cheek before standing up and grabbing her hand again. He turned his head to look at you with a small smile. “Would you like to join us?” You felt your heart begin to beat faster as he reached his free hand out towards you to take.

“Oh yes please! You can see our tree!” Dorthy’s voice was full of excitement and you couldn’t deny the fact you enjoyed being around the two of them. You smiled as you took Harry’s hand and when he gave it a small squeeze you turned your head and smiled as he shot you a little wink.

“Not as big as this one tho,” he joked and you just rolled your eyes. “This is becoming my favorite park.” He added as he looked down at you briefly before turning his attention back towards where you three were heading.

You were very pleasantly surprised with how your normal evening took a turn and now you were holding hands with Harry as he led the way towards his home where you were going to watch Christmas movies with him and his daughter. You couldn’t believe how nice he was and how lovely he was towards his daughter, who you already adored. This was already turning into a holiday season you wouldn’t forget, full of fun times with Harry and Dorthy that included lots of hot chocolate and Christmas lights.

[anotel-rwbyoc]

Charcoal Carapace

“Unlike you, I’m not afraid to spill blood, if it meant protecting those I love. I don’t have many of those.”

Name: Charcoal Carapace

Nickname(s): Cole (Sphene, Satsuma)

Colour: Charcoal black

Age: 19

Birthday: December 29

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Demisexual

Handedness: Ambidextrous

Complexion: Brown

Hair: Black

Eyes: Red

Height: 180 cm (5'11")

Weight: 58 kg (127.9 lb)

Aura: black with water droplet like particles

Occupation: Student (second year)

Race: Snake faunus

Fanus Trait: Scales

Affiliation: Haven Academy

Team: CSMC (Cosmic)

Appearance

Charcoal is tall with a very slim, rectangle body. She has a long face with red, monolid eyes, and thin eyebrows. She has shiny black snake scaled on her cheeks, back, hips, and thighs. Her long black hair reaches to about her knees, and curls up at the ends. Her long bangs are split in the middle and are tied together at the back of the head.

In her main outfit, her face is covered by her black scarf and face mask. Her grey conical hat has her symbol stitched into it at the top, and is tied to her head with a black ribbon. Her grey shirt, sleeves, and pants all have black edges. She also wears fingerless fishnet gloves, along with fishnet sleeves and socks. On her sleeves and pants she has light grey patterns of her emblem. Around her middle is an obi styled belt with a bag at the back. On her left side she has her black sheath for her sabres, hanging off of the belt

Personality

Charcoal is mysterious and soft spoken. She isn’t very expressive, and appears nonchalant and uninterested in conversation, which makes it hard to approach her. She’s calm, relaxed, and keeps a level head in even the most dire of situations. If she sees that a problem has risen she fixes it calmly, but will not be afraid to resort to violence if she believes it is necessary. Manipulation isn’t out of the question either. She gets stressed if she hangs out in crowds for too long, and it isn’t weird to see her quietly slink away from a social event.

If you approach her and she doesn’t know you, she will be suspicious about your motives. She will not trust you, not for a while. If you can prove to her that you have her back, then she will begin to open up to you, kind of. It’s not much. She’s independent and does not like relying on others to help her, instead, coming up with her own solutions to reach her goals. She’s incredibly passionate about her interests and training, but only shows this to people who are closer to her. You might get an actual response from her if you ask anything about her collections. She loves collecting anything interesting that catches her eye. In actual conversation, she’s a little awkward. She answers straightforwardly, and doesn’t quite understand social cues. If she’s given space to find the right words, she communicated well enough. The only person so far to have her undying loyalty is her sister, who she protects with her life, and worries way too much about. She does have a compassionate side, she just needs to loosen up a bit.

She will completely avoid and stay silent towards anybody she doesn’t like. The likely hood of getting any kind of personal information, or even just normal information from her is close to zero at this stage. At this point, you might as well give up on her.

She expects nothing but the best from herself, her studies are no exception. She may over work herself for school, especially for combat. She will spend hours trying to hone her skills alongside school work, which isn’t very good for her health. She will use all of the knowledge she has gained in a fight, and make her own plans.

Likes:

Cool looking shiny stuff

Pumpkin

Reading

Cold weather

Magic shows

Sweaters

Eggs

Video games

Nature

Children

Dislikes:

Crowds

Hot, sunny days

Hawks

Bandits

When her sister walks around without her permission

Wasting time

Coffee

Vegetables

Urban cities

Strangers

Semblance

Geyser- Charcoal can make water rise out of the ground like a Geyser. She can only make geysers right underneath her, or right next to her. In order for her to activate her semblance, she needs a source of water underneath her. If there is no water underneath her, then tough luck. She cannot stop an actual geyser, but she can make it rise earlier. Using an already existing geyser uses up less aura.

Weapon

Kame and Hebi- Two Sabres with handguns as the hilt

Fighting Style

Charcoal uses her speed and semblance to out maneuver her opponents, often by playing keep away by creating geysers underneath her to give her the higher ground. She may shoot her opponents with her guns from that height. She will dash to her opponent with her sabres once she finds an opening, then run back out when things get tough. Basically, she uses a hit and run tactic. She may use her semblance underneath her opponents to surprise them.

Backstory

Charcoal was born into a very poor family in a little cottage away from Wind path, in the mountains. Her mother died when she gave birth to her, and her father died from sickness when she was 2. The one who took care of her was her Grandmother, a retired Huntress, now running a hot spring and Inn. Since they were tucked away in the mountains, business was tough, but they made do. Charcoal helped with the inn, and learnt some fighting techniques from her grandmother. Living in the mountains mean more grimm, and with living close to a shady city like Wind path, self defence was necessary. She lived like this until things changed at the age of 15.

She was walking back home from Wind Path when she came across 5 bandits with a young, green snake faunus, arguing about wether to skin her scales or sell her. Unable to watch the young girl struggle, Charcoal covered her face, and approached the bandits. She challenged them to a duel for her, only realizing too late that she was no match for a group of bandits all at once. While she was tossed around, she thought about another way to save the faunus. At this rate, she would be too injured to move, or worst case, die, and the faunus would either be enslaved or dead. If she attempted to run away with the faunus, who knows what the bandits would do. Chase her? Ambush her in Wind Path? Attack her home? There were too many risks. She didn’t want to resort to it, but she begged for the bandits to stop. When they paused, Charcoal offered all of the lien she had with her from doing odd jobs and helping her grandmother for her entire life, in exchange for the faunus girl. Thankfully, it was barely enough, and they were left alone. Charcoal had just enough strength to carry the little faunus back to her home. She expected her grandmother to punish her for wasting money, especially on bandits and buying a faunus, but, to her surprise, she was forgiven. It was to help a fellow snake faunus, she did the best she could in her circumstance. Since the Snake faunus was an orphan, and did not remember her name, she was adopted by the two, and given the name Sphene by Charcoal. The two became inseparable sisters.

With Charcoal’s failure in combat, she wanted to help her grandmother more, and those in awful situations like Sphene, and decided that following in her grandmother’s footsteps would be her best option, becoming a huntress. She had her eyes on Haven academy, but she would need more combat experience since she didn’t go to a combat school, not to mention she’s going to need way more money. The first was easy. She took her training more seriously under her grandmother’s wing. The latter was going to be more difficult. At the rate she was gaining last time, she wasn’t going to make enough. She decided to take a more, questionable, approach to earning money. She was next to Wind Path after all. She figured that she could repay all of the trouble she was going to cause once she became a huntress. She first took up a few jobs exterminating grimm, then once word got out about her skill, she took up the more lucrative job, assassination. She was picky with who she was hired to kill but she got the job done. It was messy at first but as she continued her training, the more skilled and precise her kills became. The only one who knew of her extra job was Sphene.

Finally, she had what it took to get into Haven Academy. She was able to prove her skill as a huntress, and got into the school. She was ready to face the school year alone, or so she thought. Aside from the whole “assigned to a team” thing, she unknowingly brought Sphene with her to to Haven. Though she was upset at first, having at least one person she knew put her a little more at ease. Charcoal was teamed up with Cream, Satsuma, and Moonstone. In the entrance exam, she was paired with Moonstone.

After the fall of Beacon, She resumed her travels around Mistral with her teammates, and Sphene, during their summer break. Currently, they are stopped at her family’s Inn, which has gained more traction with the help of her teammates.

Relationships:

Cream- Since Charcoal is not the leader of the team herself, she was skeptical of Cream as the leader. She eventually learnt to respect her skills, but does not agree with her black and white views. She fears what she would think of her if she found out what she did to get into the school. She thinks Cream is too nosey, but is glad to be accepted into the team. When Cream comes to her for advice, she does her best to help. Wether it succeeds is another story

Satsuma- Charcoal was not too fond of Satsuma when they first met. She recognized his passion and ambition, but kept her distance until Satsuma started to fight with Cream and Moon. No one seemed to be taking his side, so took it upon herself to be by his. She empathized with his insecurities, and now lends a ear whenever he needs it. She is also incredibly grateful of Satsuma to help her out so much with finances and supplies. She insists she repays him, but for now, it’s talk and whatever attention he seeks

Moonstone- Charcoal thinks he’s absolutely adorable, but can’t express that properly. When she tries it comes across as intimidating, or awkward. She wants to try and talk more, but with him being so quiet as well, she doesn’t know how. She relies a lot on outside input to respond to. For now, she just enjoys his company in silence, even if he is skittish and shy.

Sphene- Charcoal’s adopted, little sister is very dear to her. She protects her with her life, maybe too much. Sphene often leaves the house to go exploring, which frustrates Charcoal to no end. No matter how many times she tells her not to go out due to how much attention she draws, she goes anyway. Charcoal understands that she is far more outgoing than her, but she doesn’t want to see Sphene in the hands of bandits or anybody 

Trivia:

Alludes to the madame white snake from Chinese legends

Also alludes to the black turtle from the four symbols

Sphene used to live on a camping site until Satsuma offered his Mistral house

She is a very light, and restless sleeper

Charcoal has a large collection of random shiny bits she found on the road. She tends to hoard things

As the poorest member of the team, she’s jealous about how getting into the academy must have been so much easier for them, or so she thinks

[zebraslovescupcakestoo]

Golden eyes chapter 1

It was a lovely late night for a burglary. I was in one of the Grande Hotel Riche's suite for investigation which the crime took place that evening. The room itself was one of those that looked like a Victorian style and a bit of modern for convenience. I glanced at the window before I turned to my colleague. “Woody, my dear fellow, I think we can inform the Countess that we found out how the  Lavender Pearls were stolen and by whom.” My friend looked at me dumbfounded.  “Did ja really solved the theft case that easily, Felix? Cause the Chief will be flying off the handle at ya if you screw this up, ESPECIALLY when it comes to important guests like royalty.” “Yes I do understand, but I assure you, it's a bit unbelievable if I told you who are the culprits.”

Before he asked, our Chief came to visit, along with our robbed victim, Countess Violette. My Chief, Inspector Hank Blake, was my 40-something years old boss. The man's got brown eyes, a small, short, french moustache and has a few wrinkles in his face. He had a old fashioned bowler hat with a black ribbon and a stripped beige vest and brown pants.  The Countess Viollette, was probably in her late 20's, wavy, brown hair and green eyes. Did I forgot to mention she's obsessed with that colour purple? Her entire outfit, Vest, skirt, hat, glove and all just screamed that message. “Ah! Felix, my good men! I knew you were always on a crime scene for personal reason  but I'm surprised it doesn't involve the mafia this time.” He pronounced. “You look quite the charmer, better than what Mr. Inspector described, and here! Even Lilly adore you!” Countess Violette complimented.

I blankly glanced at the dog, a Beagle to be precised, was wagging her tail and tried to climb on me. I REALLY can't explain why, but most dogs are friendly to me and I'm not really a dog person.

“Down Lilly! Please! Do not disturb the man!” The woman ordered.

“No harm for a friendly dog, Milady, and for the burglary, I may have a plausible, yet unbelievable answer and our culprits identity.”I told her. “Well?” My chief asked.

“How about we start at the beginning so we can all be at the same page.” I suggested and my hand gestured at the empty glass case. We all stand in front of the case with a small hole on top of the glass case. “It was at 7:40 pm when our Countess was worried about her Beagle when she noticed her companion started barking in the lobby and rushed through the stairway. She was frantic at the door of this room and you hear an odd pitch and then a shattering sound, correct?”

The countess replied. “Yes, I called immediately the room services as I was rushing down. The manager has the spare key while I had my own, but I was terrified to unlock alone and when we opened the door, there was a broken window and the glass case with a circle cut right where my Lavender Pearls were.... It was a very lovely light shade of purple and I do love that colour very so...”

“Yeah, your belongings explained to us very well-oof!” Woody replied with an elbow 'bump' by the chief and a cough followed. “Please continue, Felix.” He ordered.

“R-right, umm... During that time you explained, our thief had a diamond on him to cut opened that glass panel and if  you looked closely at the broken-window...” I jested with my left hand. “You can see a crescent-like  line at the left side of the frame. It was almost unnoticeable until I saw a bit unusual. Normally, the cracked glass on the right are all straight or zig-zaged. But on the left, only a crescent line mark.”

Woody says with amazement. “Woah! You're right. Anybody would just assume it was just a break in with all of those cracks and totally missed THAT particular one.”

The Countess was excited. “Oooh! It's like one of those Nancy Drew books I read back in my private school for lecture classes!”

The chief looked at me with annoyance. “Continue, Please.” he replied.

I resumed. “Now speaking of which, I believed that there was where our second fellow waited for that diversion.”

“Wait a second, you telling us it's just a distraction?” Woody questioned and the chief followed. “And for what reason? Unless he's furious enough that he couldn't enter the same way as his partner did so he forced in the window-.”

I gave them my score. “One point for Woody, nil for our chief.” My chief raised an eye brow out of confusion. “I beg your pardon?”

Here's why: “My friend here was correct about that diversion of making us think it was a 'forced' robbery, but more of a cunning strategy for a clean getaway. As for the second , it wasn't that his partner wanted to enter the room, as I explained.”

Now he's baffled. “Then HOW did our thief entered this room, then? The windows were locked from the insides and the only entry was from that door. There was only two keys. The manager's and the Lady herself. Both had it on them when the time it took place.”

I bet you never did any field work at my age... “Is that so? I asked the owner of this establishment and he confirmed the was three keys. Both are exactly where you described and the third one is with the cleaning maid on duty tonight.”

Woody spoke. “So it's the-” “No, she's innocent. Our female police officers were in charge of rummaging woman’s personal for privacy. They detected no jewelry and she had an alibi. Our thieving character was using their staff's cleaning schedule for his and his partner’s advantage. Earlier that day, the lady opened the key to this room for cleaning in the afternoon. Our thief was hiding close to her and when she when inside, he snuck in and quietly wait for her to finish her duties and locked the door.” I clarified.

Our Countess was having fun, despite the situation.  “Astounding! How did he do it without being noticed?”

My chief sighed. “I'd say it's impossible. Even if he was small and an acrobatic, no human can do it without being detected!”

Heh! I think he hit the jackpot for once! “Perfect score, because he's NOT a human.”

Woody stared at me like I said something stupid. “Say what?” “Like the chief said, no human can accomplish this task even he's as small as a child. Unless-”

“A... monkey? Maybe?” Our countess thought. “Bravo, Countess. Your thief is indeed a trained monkey, to be more precised, a golden lion tamarin from Central America.” Thank God for those trips at the zoo. But the chief glared at me and said. “Preposterous! Is there any evidence to support your theory?”

I can do that only better. “There is and there's his long orange hair behind that flower pot in the corner over there. If my theory is corrected, our friend was hiding there until the evening. His accomplice gave him the signal, a high frequency whistle alerted him and at the same time, your dog. While he was cutting out the glass case that contained the necklace, the dog was alerting at the door. Once he attained the necklace the attempted to go out the window, but the accomplice thought other wise. He whistle again and this time,the thief hid on top of the chandelier, as suggested, there a couple of missing candles, is there not?”

We look up to the decoration, for conformation. “Then, our accomplice bust through the window without entering. Giving the impression it was a 'break in' and as the staff arrived, it was during the confusion that our agile little thief makes a quick getaway through the door that was locked.”

The Chief questioned still. “But Felix, how DID anyone, let alone in Chicago, gets a trained monkey?”

I turned to the Countess for the answer. “Milady, did you visit a Chinese circus during your stay? And was there cute animals?”  “Why yes!” she exclaimed with delight. “ There was a fascinating show with animals, including the darling monkeys. Some of them with an orange fur on their back with cute little vests.” Woody then smack a fist on his hand, indicating he's got the point. “So our culprit at that circus! Shall we have an arrest warrant, Sir?” The chief admitted his defeat. “I still doubt it's possible, but I'll have my trusted men to look with you. As for Felix, I think you might needed some rest. I did promised you off tomorrow until this incident occurred. You wanted to see your nephews right?”

I nodded. “That is correct. I did promised to attend their soccer practice in the afternoon, and I hardly have any time for them. I'd really like to spend time with them.” He nodded in return. “I understand. We'll take things from here and I'll call you when something's up.” “Thank you, chief and don't worry milady, we shall do our very best to find your necklace.”

“I am pleased and despite the event, I feel much better.” She said. Afterwards, I exited the room.

While I walk out from the Grande Hotel Riche to report at the police station, let me introduce myself. My name is Felix, Felix Lockheart. I'm a detective here in Chicago. My mission is to put a end to this endless mafia crime spree for the innocence and victims. Ha! I sounded like a superhero there, right? Anyways.....

This is the third robbery that involves necklaces.  

Just to recap from my notebook; The first was the case of the Emerald Snake. It was one of those streets where the new wealthy people rent their luxurious homes. That place looks like a small version of a mansion. That a bit unusual to me because the scene of the crime is much too tidy and there was no sign of force or pick-lock entry, even on the glass case itself, no sign of any kind. The robbed victim was Mr. Julian Vermelho. A well, successful business man who deals in the fresh fruits and vegetables, including transports of exotic plants, several flowers and herbs shops on the public image. The man was from a south American continent that I forgot the name to. He had the Latin gentlemen look: A boater hat, with a green ribbon. A forest green buttoned shirt underneath a lime green shirt and a very dark green pants. His skin was tan and he had slick, wavy black hair, a small mustache, brown eyes and boy oh boy did I ever see so many green than a whole vegetable chart in my life. Apart for Mr. Vermelho, there was only the butler, the housemaid, and the rottweiler whom was chained in his corner,  both are telling the truth of where they were in the kitchen at the time of the crime....

The second case is the Snowflake Diamonds. It didn't took long to find his address, considering it was only a few houses away. It was a very white mansion and it looked like a castle from those fairy tale except the garden was a bit neglected. This time it was a forced entry with an entrance that looked like someone ram a car through and judging by the glass case, it has seen  better days. The second Business man who was a CEO from that big company, the WHITE A.C.M.E,. is Mr. Blancheur. He had partially bald head which he keep underneath a white wig, and like the others, he had white all over his clothes and his house. THAT guy is a real piece of work! That 67 year old cotton swab was one of those cranky grandpas who over react on a tiny spec of common mistakes. He wasn't co-operating, he's very stingy of how we should investigate without touching. Obviously, did anyone mention him at least once that white things can easily be stained? This time it was a forced entry and judging by the glass case, it has seen  better days. There was no glass left untouched and presumably by a very large thug and he might have been in a hurry. Afterwards, he demanded to speak to the chief for the money.  Anyone care to guess who was the 'lucky' soul that had to deal with him and my chief? That right, THIS unlucky black cat! It was a nightmare to defused those two. The only thanks I got was from his white little poodle, Marcel.

But apart from the theft, they all had similar ties to that special exhibition for that jewelry show Kitiana, my girlfriend, really wanted to see at the end of the month.

Next to that, all three were competing at the dog show held in next weekend. I really don't think there's something worth noting but just in case, I marked it down if something comes up. I yawned after I finished writing that note. I should really get home otherwise I might accidentally take a cat nap in the middle of the game.

It was a bright day for a good soccer game at the school. I was in the good upper part of the spectators area that I can see my nephews. It's a bit of a long story, but I'm their guardian uncle who's taking care of them after a tragic accident that happened to my father. I wish I can tell you more of that but now is not the time. OH THERE IT GOES- “GOOOOOAL!!!” I can't believe it! My nephews won the game! Inky was the good player and Winky was the goalie. I guess they take it after me when I was at their age. I used to be a pretty darn good soccer player back in middle school and high school. At least until that faithful day... No no, Felix there was nothing you can do at that time. I need to be there for my nephews. I was very proud until something just had to show up of all days. A fancy black Cadillac pulled up from the parking lot indicates it's for a very special guest with whom I can guess from this familiar chauffeur.... Bendy De Mon himself with Boris Wolfenstein.  All my happy thoughts were gone in the thrash can whenever that demon shows up. Why? Cause I know he's the king of the Chicago mafias! I can't even lay a finger on him when he's out in public. According to my observation, he announced and giving out a donation support to the principle for the soccer team's upcoming tournament next month. 'It's just a facade for covering his “main” business.' My thoughts told me. Luckily for me, he was only there for a few minutes until he had to leave for his appointment with his animators.  My nephews came up to me and says:

“Uncle! Uncle! Did ya heard? We're getting new uniforms!” Inky exclaimed. “I can't wait for our next soccer game! Can you teach us more, please?” Winky begged me.

I sighed in defeat, but at least these two tried to lift my spirit. “Alright, but don't forget to do your homework once we're home, and help me dry the dishes.” “OK!” They both replied.

“TOP OF THE AFTERNOON! How's my favorite jazz cats doing?” Woody surprised us from behind he. “Uncle Woody!” They said in fusion.

I turned and glanced at my colleague and friend, Woody McPecker. He was my first friend when I started working at the police force. I can always count on him to keep a close eye on things when I'm working long hours. How he and I met well... That a story for another day... “So how's my favorite rascals doing? Staying out of trouble?” He asked them. “Uncle Woody! I did two goal!” Inky did a kicking pose. “And I blocked three!” Winky did a cross pose.

He chuckled a bit. “Sounds like yer uncle taught you well. If it was me, yall'd act like cows and be eatin' greens” We all laughed and played a bit. It was a great time for me to unwind until I go to work tomorrow....

And for good reason too.... The next day, Kitty barged in from my door and shoved this in my face----->>>

//// MISSING!!! FAMOUS SAPPHIRE COLLAR DISSAPERED OVERNIGHT!  /////

It was highly printed on the front line of this morning newspaper in. Kitty was upset. “I can't believe anyone can steal such a lovely necklace!Not only that, but the others famous jewels too! I wanted to go there for our girls only date but now, the show will get cancelled!” I tried to sugar coat it. “Calm down, I'm pretty sure we can figure something else we can do.”

“But it's the second time we had to take a rain check! First it's the creeps at the docks for suspects in an investigation now this! Normally, I'd say let's leave this to someone else who's better suited for this field but now this time, I'm not letting this one slide! I told our chief we'd both go as soon as you start so I'll be waiting in the car. Wait too long and I'll put spicy onion sardines and hot peppers in your next lunch.” Saying so, she left the building in a furious yet determined attitude. I really can't win an argument with her... That was Kitiana Katarina, Kitty Kat for shorts. She's my girlfriend since high school. You can tell she's quite a gal! I hardly knew any other girl who can wear cute dresses and beat up five jocks when they couldn't stop hitting on her friends. Despite her tomboyish and headstrong attitude, she's actually a sweet, bubbly, caring person who's been there when I'm having a tough time. She's also staying with me and my nephews cause she doesn't have a place but I made sure she has a spare room at mine cause 1. I wanted to respect her privacy. 2. I want to set an good example and 3. I'm a gentlemen at heart. YES, GO AHEAD AND LAUGH ALL YOU WANT! Just because chivalry's on the life line, it doesn't mean it's dead. Without further delay, I REALLY need to get going...

We've arrived at the Chicago Art Gallery, where that jewelry exhibition was supposed to be held. My first thing to do was to investigate at the huge main room where all the historical and new sellers would display their goods along with a built-in stage for the show. Once there, Kitty told me she'll be gathering some information for others, so that will leaves me with the main famous necklace itself; The Sapphire Collar.

I started with the rectangular case itself. There was a large, well-shaped hole at the top which tell me that either it was a very large piece of jewelry or our robber has large hands. I saw a thrash can and something's fishy in that bin. I reached in and grabbed what appeared to be a red cloth with some substance. There's also a familiar mark at the bottom corner but I can't place my fingers where I've seen it before... I've decided to put it in my evidence bag for analysis later. I've examined the other cases that were opened but... To be honest, I've ruled out for a large-handed culprit... some has small holes and some are just for show. Either way, this guy likes to play a game for us! Next on my agenda was to talk to the owner of this gallery, Mr. William Babera, who was with Kitty. He looks like he's in his 60's, has grey hair slicked back, a short beard and mustache.  He is almost the same height as I.

“Mr. William Babera, I assume?” I asked.

“Mr. Felix, I've heard a lot about your well known accomplishment. You make a fine example of a honest cop and ease our minds in this corrupted times.” He complimented me on our first impression? Hmmm...

“I thank you for the compliments but I cannot accomplish without help from my colleagues and friends. Tell me, can you describe me the night of the robbery? At the time from beginning to the end.” I might be over thinking it.

“From what I can get from the security cameras, there was a black out at 1 o'clock in the morning. There was no suspicious character around the building. I've only had my two security guards and a few of your own guarding inside and out for this special exhibition. I had both mine in the security office, one in the main hall, two for paroling the rest of the museum and two for outside. I believed that during the black out, the inside where all knocked out by sleeping gas that were cleverly disguised as toys. As there's proof in your lovely assistance possession.” He gestured at the unusual toys in a large bag. “Somehow, there were no sign of force entry or easy access. We locked them in and we only have tree keys to this place which only my Janitor, one of the officers, and myself.” He explained.

I put on my thinking cap. “Unusual, so during the black out, the toys released the knock out gas, and the culprit took his or her sweet time to take most of the jewelries, leaving a few and added some. Some of these holes are just for show.” “Your observation is quite correct.” He nodded.

“Mr. Babera, there's a question I wanted to ask. Why did they leave a few behind? Were they fake or they didn't like them?”  That's a good question, Kitty. “Ah, it's a bit humiliating but the remaining pieces are actually fakes or copies. They are just for show and our 'visitor' might knew about them if they were still here.” He replied honestly.

Odd. Did our suspect knew in advance or can detect the authentic? I asked. “May I asked who are sponsoring this show?”

“That would be the famous Disney Inc. They wished to display their first new collection along with a variety of famous treasures like the Sapphire collar. I'm pretty sure the recent news of other famous necklaces that were robbed has reached to your ears.”

“My friend actually DID investigate these cases! How did you know?” She asked.  “I read the newspapers, and his deduction were quite spot on even if it's a bit of talented ridiculousness solution.” He joked. I was not amused at the last part...

Kitty Giggles a bit. “So tell us, is there something special about the stolen necklaces or the Sapphire itself?”

“Ah, they all have a bit of history behind each stones which they will take a long time to tell all about them.” He said.

I decided to go with the main subject. “How about you tell us a bit about the Sapphire collar's history. I wanted to know more about it and why was it infamous.”

He then tells us. “The Sapphire was actually lend to us by China's representative. As for it's story, They told us that it was one of the archaeologist fellows who found it in a secret tomb during an excavation. It was just an unusual but a lovely piece of jewelry made for an empress, until it changes color when it was day or night. It's stones looked like any other ordinary sapphires in daylight, but it changes into a crimson red in the moonlight. Historians are still not sure it's origins, but it was such a discovery, even just the change of colors, it draws attention to anybody. To this day, no other jewelry or gemstones  can out shine nor came close to this unique piece even after a decade has passed. But now it is lost to a scoundrel. I believed that the necklace was worth at least five hundred thousands US dollars. Maybe it was the usual greed motive.” He then sighed.

“No need to be so glum, we shall do our best to find this missing Sapphire and plausibly the others.” I tried to assured.

“I do hope so, the exhibition will be delayed until at least the sapphire collar and most of the missing jewels are found.” He told us.

“Please rest assured that we will find them!” She added with a thumb up and the most cutest wink and tong out face. I so wanna cuddle her right now! No. Not now Felix, you're at work. I cleared my throat and say our goodbyes.

As we walked out of the place, I staggered a bit and Kitty replied “Felix! Are you alright? You looked pale.”

Yikes! “Please don't worry. I just feel light headed a bit from being-”

“FEEEEEEEEEELIX! KIIIIIIIIIITY! I GOT AN EMERGENCY FROM THE CHIEF!!!” We glanced in surprised when Woody was ridding his bicycle at full speed. It was fortunate he didn't tear up the road at that speed. “What's wrong?” Kitty asked, worried.

GAAAAAAASP! “DOG!” BREATHE “COUNTESS!” BREATHE “CHICKEN!”

My mind drew blank at the last one “.....what?”

Woody addressed himself once he catch his breath and said: “That Beagle dog of Count Violette gone missing!”

TO BE CONTINUED>>>> Chapter 2

This is my first FanFiction. 

I was inspired by Marini4′s Doushinji of Bendy before the Ink machine.

I wanted to write a parallel universe with Felix as the protagonist about a story before the ‘main’ one begins.

There will be cross overs here and there so I hope you’ll enjoy a little story.

BBTIM characters belongs to Marini4

[spooky-raccoon]

Monsters (Part 7)

Winning an auction to the run down home on Neibolt Street leads the reader to moving to Derry.  With what you’re planning everything seemed perfect.  Though you didn’t mean to accidentally wake up the creature underneath your home sooner than he wanted.

All you wanted to do was hurry up with your plans.  This clown though seemed to keep showing up though, even in your dreams.  

Everything was going as planned.  And now maybe even better than ever.

It was time.  Let the show begin.  

I  am now a monster.

I’m not sure what I just got myself in to but I was happy.  Monsters together.

Revenge was so delicious.

What is he thinking?

           It was Halloween morning and I was doing some final touches for my costume.  I was in the process of washing the bleach out of my hair, dancing to some music in the shower.  I had just turned off the water when I felt someone behind me.

           “Pennywise what did I say about sneaking up on me like that?” I turned around to look at him.  He had a large grin on his face.

           “I know but I can’t help myself sometimes. I have to scare you occasionally.” He chuckled and he looked at my hair. “What happened to your hair?  Are you alright?”

           “I promise I’m fine.” I giggled. “It’s part of what I’m doing for Halloween and I’ll be keeping the color for a while afterwards.”  I gave him the shoo-shoo motion. “You have to wait to see what I’m doing.  Go scare some kiddies and come back in a few hours.”

           “Oh, you’re no fun.” He stuck his sharp looking tongue out at me and vanished.

           Once I knew for sure he wasn’t there I began to finish coloring my hair.  I had looked for the best matching orange to match his.  After an hour or so I washed the remaining dye from my hair and blow dried it.  I went into the bedroom and got my costume ready.  After getting dressed and doing my makeup I looked myself in the mirror. I had an off-white silk colored blouse with a same colored under bust corset that had red puffs down the center for my top.  On my hands I had a pair of white gloves that clung nicely to my hands.  For bottoms I decided on a tutu that matched the color to the blouse.  Inside the tutu I had sewn in red puff balls and bells.  Since it had been forecasted to be a little chilly that night I found some tights to match my skin tone.  I had found some white above the knee boots that I had sewn some red puffs to the toes.  I also changed out the white laces that went up it for red laces.  I styled my hair so it was more volumized and after this morning it was a very lovely orange color.  I had found a cute red fascinator hat that I placed on the right side of my head and let it cover my face a little.  I didn’t do a full on white face make up but I did go a shade lighter than I normally did for my foundation and powder.  Since I didn’t want the ring to be hidden under the gloves I put it on a chain that I wore around my neck.  The final touch was the red lipstick I wore.

           “All done.”  I swung my hips side to side to hear the bells jingle.

           I went downstairs, jiggling each with each step. When I entered the living room Pennywise was already there.  He was looking out the window to see if any kids were coming down the street even though trick or treating hours hadn’t started yet.  I took a few steps closer to him and swung my hips to make the bells jingle.  He turned around and looked me over, stunned a little.

           “What do you think?”  I giggled and went up to him.

           “You look so much better than I do.” He chuckled, holding his hand out.  I placed my hand in his and he twirled me around.  “You look lovely.”  He pulled me close to him and placed one of his hands on the small of my back.

           “I told you it’d would be a good surprise.” I smiled up at him and he grinned back.

��          “I could eat your right now.”  He chuckled as he flashed his sharp fangs.

           “Let’s scare some people first.”  I pulled him down and gave him a kiss.  He took my hand and we headed out the door.

           We didn’t really have a plan for the evening. Tonight, would be a night where he could walk freely, probably get a lot of easy scares in as well.  It was pretty fun scaring the groups of little kids that were walking by themselves.  Of course, he had it easier but I did get in a few scares.  Occasionally we got a compliment about our ‘couples costume’ and his face would beam for a while.  It had gotten late and we found ourselves by the lake, relaxing by the waterside.  We laid side by side and stared at the stars.  For a long while it was quiet except for the sound of the frogs and crickets.

           “(Y/N)?”  I heard his head turn to me so I turned my head to look at him.

           “Yes?” I smiled, just enjoying what was going on.

           “This is a silly thing to ask but if you had the chance would you…” his words trailed off and he looked back at the stars.

           “Would I what?” I raised my eyebrow and rolled over so my body was facing him.

           “Would you, if there was a way possible, ever want to be like me?  An actual monster?”  His words hung in the air as I thought it over.  I didn’t have much going on.  My parents had passed away and I didn’t have anyone particularly close.

           “If there was a way,” I laid back and scooted closer to him, taking his hand in mine, “Yeah, I probably would.”  He squeezed my hand.

           Things got quiet again until we decided to head back to the house.  He had his arm resting on my shoulders, his fingers rubbing my arm gently as it was starting to get cold and could feel that it was affecting me.  When we got inside I headed upstairs and he followed behind me.  I stood in front of my full body mirror and admired how I looked one last time.

           “I’ll have to wear this again for next year and for each year after.”  I smiled at him as he came up to stand next to me.  I looked back at the mirror to see both of us.  We did look rather adorable and I leaned against him a bit.

           “Even if you find a human mate?”  He looked down at me.

           “Even if I find a human mate.”  I spun around and grinned at him. “This is too cute to just wear for a short time.”  He chuckled. Something was off after the question at the river but I didn’t want to press him about it.

           I went over to my vanity and with a few make up wipes I took off the make up on my face.  He came up to me and began to carefully undress me.  This really wasn’t like him but I guess he wanted to be more careful since I said I wanted to keep this outfit.

           “I want to shower first before anything.  I know that’s a bit backwards but I need a warm shower after that walk.”  I put my hands on his hips, staring up at him.

           “If you say so.”  He had his familiar toothy grin. “Do you mind if I keep you company in there?”  His hand rested on my cheek with his thumb rubbing the side of my temple.

           “Not at all.”  I leaned into his hand. “At least you won’t scare me this time.”

           I grabbed a clean towel and went to the master bathroom.  I turned on the water and waited for it to heat up some.  Since my radio was still on the counter I turned it on.  I took the necklace off, removing the chain and setting the ring on the counter so I could put it back on afterwards.  Once the water was how I wanted it I stepped inside. Pennywise sat on the opposite side of the tub on the rim, just watching me.  He was always so interested to watch me.  Must have been nice when you can make yourself clean and smell like cotton candy whenever you wanted.  After doing the usual of washing my hair and body I relaxed in the warm water.

           “(Y/N).” Pennywise finally spoke from watching the entire time.

           “Pennywise.”  I stepped over to him, resting my forearms on his shoulders.  My hands went through his hair, wetting it some.

           “Back at the river.  Were you serious about your answer?”  His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer.

           “What good would it be to me to lie to an eldritch being who can kill me easily?”  I giggled a little bit and kissed his forehead.  He had a thoughtful look on his face trying to think of an answer.

           “I suppose you’re right.”  He leaned back a little and one of his hands slid to my breast, lightly tracing around some of the marks on them and my nipple.  I took in a deep breath and my hands lightly grabbed onto his shoulders.  “So sensitive little one.”

           “Well they are covered in bite marks from a certain someone.” I looked at him with a side smile.

           “And you’re only going to have more while I’m still around.”  He stood up causing me to step back some.

           He leaned down to kiss me and I could hear the rustling of his pants.  Carefully he picked me up and placed my back on the shower wall, my legs wrapping around him.  He was getting all wet but it wasn’t phasing him. I could feel his cock pressing against my entrance as he pulled away from the wall, placing his hands on my butt. I could hear the radio announce that they were going to play a block of love songs and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

           “What’s funny little one?”  He kissed my forehead gently.

           “You’re about to fuck me while the radio plays love songs.  It’s just a bit,” I looked up at him, “storybook in an odd way.”

           He chuckled and slowly he lowered me onto his cock.  I gripped onto him the best I could.  Wet silk was hard to grab onto and he noticed I was having a hard time.  In a swift motion he had ripped off both his top and bottoms. This was the first time I had ever seen him without his clothes.  I looked down and noticed he didn’t have his shoes on.  His body was oddly human.  I ran my hand along his chest.  Despite eating so often his form was a decent tone.  He waited for me to finish running my hands along him as he knew this was probably the few times I’d see him like this.  My fingers ran across his flexed muscular bicep and back onto his shoulders. I looked up to him and I couldn’t tell if I was blushing from arousal or seeing him completely naked.  

           My hands held onto the back of his neck as he began to move me up and down on his cock.  His grunts and my moans echoed throughout the bathroom.  This was one of his more passionate moments I had noticed when we locked eyes.  His stayed that calming blue.  He still drooled but with the water hitting both of us I barely noticed it.  It was so odd to see him getting hit with water. None of his makeup came off as it was part of him.  His hair was clinging to his head.  He kept at a steady pace for a while, knowing that pleasure was building up inside me.

           He sat where he had been before, still moving me up and down his cock.  His teeth grew sharper as he pressed them to my shoulder.  Soon enough he had punctured through, causing me to let out a moan mixed with pain and pleasure.  I could feel some blood slowly running down my body.  He brought his face back up, locking his eyes back to mine.

           “(Y/N)” His voice was low and deep.  Fresh blood hanging and dripping from his lips.

           “Pennywise.”  I leaned into him, giving him a passionate kiss.

           We let our tongues explore the others, tenderly and slowly.  At one point he bit his lip so I could enjoy the taste of his blood.  I knew we could both spend hours like this but he knew how tired I was before the shower.  He stood up again, keeping a hand gripped onto my butt and the other on the back of my neck.  He made sure I looked at him as he began to vigorously thrust his cock in and out of me. I could feel myself about to orgasm and I knew he was about to as well.  He began to growl and roar more animal like now.  He held the back of my neck tighter as he felt my head trying to go back as my body began to convulse and twitch.  My nails dug into him as I let out a pleasured scream, his name being mixed in.  With one final thrust from him I could feel him cumming deep inside me.  

          After a minute he pulled himself out of me and I lowered my legs. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand just yet.  I let his cum drip out of me and wash away with the water.  He had his arms wrapped around me making sure I stayed standing. A couple minutes passed and he shut the water off.  Carefully he swept me up in his arms.  I rested my head against his chest until he placed me down onto the bed.  He laid down next to me and we faced each other. He had an arm around me and he pulled me closer to him.  I looked up at him and he was already looking down at me with a soft smile.

          “What did I get myself into Pennywise?”  I giggled softly, my mind still in an euphoric state.

         “What do you mean little one?” His hand went to my cheek.  He looked so tired from our fun evening.

         “I’m in love with a monster.”  My voice was tired and I nuzzled half of my face into a pillow, my eyes closing.

         He was silent for a little bit.  It took me a minute for my brain to realize what I had said.  Love.  In love. With a monster.  A being who was far older than I was, killed so many people. But it’s all I could feel.  I looked back at him and he still had such a stunned look on his face.  He had hunted humans for so long, causing terror and fear for so many centuries. Here next to him was a human who had just confessed love for him.

        “I…”  His voice trailed off.  He pulled me in closer and stared deeply into my eyes. “And I’m in love with a human.”

        I leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss.  Exhaustion winning over me even though I knew I just wanted to stay awake with him.  He held me the way he knew I liked, him tangled around me.  It was comforting being held as I slept, even if it was by someone who could easily kill me.  I knew for now nothing could hurt me.  I was going to miss him terribly when he had to rest but I shoved the thought to the back of my mind.  I still had so many more months with him.

         “I’m going to find a way to keep you forever. I promise.  I need you.” I heard him whisper.  Before I could say anything back in response, sleep took over me.

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[alexiela73]

Ok hear me out: i'm moroccan and we tend to have fabulous very thick and fluffy curly/wavy hair, like the equivalent of reaper's thighs. It's really annoying to deal with and it's very hot where i live so i usually straighten it so it's easier to deal with. By usually i mean 98% of the time. So how do you think reaper, s76, mccree, and hanzo would react to seeing their s/o hair not straightend for the first time since they always though it was naturally straight. Thank you hun!

Yes. This sounds incredibly interesting, so I hope the responses are okay.

Reaper:

Okay, so he’s a bit taken aback 

Not like in a super bad way? But lets just say he thought it was more likely for you to burn down Talon then take him by surprise with just your hair alone

You find his reaction rather entertaining, so for the first time in a long time you decide not to straighten your hair for a week

You really want to see if he’ll get used to it, or if he’s opposed to it

To your delight though, every time he sees you that week he literally has to stop and stare, or he’ll be in the middle of a conversation and pause.

At one point you corner him in the hall and ask him if he doesn’t like your hair

It takes him a moment but Reaper shakes his head

“Its pretty but its so different that I have to remind myself its you I’m staring at,” Reaper said, almost sheepishly.

Raising an eyebrow, you crossed your arms.

After a moment, Reaper had run his fingers through your hair in fascination. 

“Can you…leave it this way. Brush it and all but…don’t straighten it,” Reaper said finally, to your shock. “I like it better this way.”

He liked your hair thick and a bit more wild like this

McCree:

So its a bit of a funny story

You guys had literally been dating for almost a full year and he thought your hair was naturally straight

It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen your hair unstraightened, but he thought that it was a look you were pulling for a style those days. It was rare to see you without straight hair

So one day, Jesse stayed over the night. You know, to doing the frick frack, patty wack with you. And not to brag, but he’s really good in bed.

The next morning, Jesse is the first one to wake up.

He makes a pot of coffee, walking around in briefs, his hat and a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers

When you wake up, you can smell the ham and eggs he’s cooking up in the kitchen

Pulling on your bath coat, you slowly tread with sleepy eyes to the kitchen

“Goodmorning beauti-hot damn!” McCree yelps as he turns to see you, the shock causing him to grab the wrong part of the pan and burn his finger the tiniest bit

Lifting his finger to his lips, he blinks in surprise at you

Instead of being concerned, you can’t help the giggle. “What, you don’t like my bed head?” you say, pushing the thick and curling strands of hair from your face

“I didn’t think i mussed up your hair that bad,” he said, still painfully unaware.

Rolling your eyes, you sat down and gave him a look. “My hair is not naturally straight, McCree. Its curly,” you said.

For a moment he thought you were joking. Then he realized you meant it.

You couldn’t help mentioning this for the next year or two, a good story to share among friends and one that always made him blush in embarrassment. It seemed everyone else knew you had naturally curly hair except for him

Hanzo

Ten times worse then McCree.

The way he found out was utterly embarrassing.

So the two of you had been dating for TWO YEARS (Oh yes, I said it.) and he never figured out your hair was thick and wavy. He thought it was long and straight.

So two years later and you have your first child together. Oh yes, before marriage. Hanzo’s a monster in the sheets and lets say protection was not your concern any of those nights

So you two have this adorable little daughter.

Two weeks into this you receive a call from Hanzo while your out with the Overwatch girls for tea and breakfast.

Picking up, your brought to silence by a stunning question.

“Is the baby mine?”

Anger flares up at you immediately. “Of course she is! Why would you ask such a thing?!”

The answer you receive is so stunning that it stops you and the women at the table in their tracks.

“The baby has curly hair. Both of us have naturally straight hair. How can she have such thick curly hair if she’s my child?”

Silence greeted him and after a minute or two, he calls your name quietly, unsure if your still there.

“Are you kidding me, Hanzo? I have thick hair! I have REALLY thick wavy hair and when i was that young, it was super curly too!” you said in shock. Then you burst out laughing, and honestly so do the other women.

Hanzo is left stunned at the news. He literally had no idea. You seemed to always have it straightened or wet before he could ever see it at his peak.

Lets just say you didn’t let go of that one. Ever. 

Soldier 76

Okay, so he’s a bit more of a smart cookie

He had a hunch that your hair was not naturally straight by how simply thick your straight waves of hair were. Most people with such thick hair seemed to have more wavy or curly hair.

So one day he asked you if your hair was naturally straight and to his delight it wasn’t

The next morning he woke up before you.

When you woke up, he sat there beside you with the curling iron and asked if he could do your hair

This made you uncertain and confused, but you had no reason to refuse exactly. You walked him through how to do your hair and waited as he did it…except, it didn’t feel like how it normally did. It did NOT feel like he was straightening it.

No, twenty minutes later he let you into the bathroom to see

The man had curled your hair even more. You always wanted to hit him, except as you studied it, you noticed the volume and curls looked actually quite good.

“Why did you curl my hair?” you asked instead.

With a frown you turned to him, and noticed the barest smile at his lips.

“I just thought you’d look really beautiful with curly hair. I was right,” he said to your amazement, before leaning down to kiss you gently.

Soldier 76 loves your hair, loves brushing his fingers through it at almost any time of the day. 

You appreciated that he liked your hair, especially since it was always something you had been self conscious of.

[max-is-drunk-at-comic-con]

DanversSistersWeek: Day 3 - Nerd Sisters

Hey folks, I’m late, I know. But hey, nobody’s perfect, eh? This thing’s weird and it’s mainly written for my beloved @ohhellothereworld-blog (this story was her idea in the first place). I hope y’all enjoy it!

Flame Con

They still weren’t quite sure how they had managed to convince J’onn to give them all off. It might have been the argument that now that Supergirl had come out as bisexual, she was a queer icon and had to be there. It might have been the fact that this would be an important experience for Alex and her journey of embracing her own sexuality fully. It might have been the Danvers sisters’ puppy eyes and the feared Sawyer pout that made J’onn’s resistance crumble into itself. In the end, he gave them all off and labelled it as a team-building-exercise for anyone stupid enough to question his decision. How wouldn’t lend them the jet, though.

On Thursday night, chaos reigned in the Danvers/Sawyer household as Alex desperately tried to bring order to her fiancée’s catastrophic packing system and Maggie made a game of throwing down said system. When the LCorp vehicle to the airport arrived, Alex snapped at the driver and Maggie couldn’t get rid of a shit-eating grin. They made up on their way to the airfield, though, to the very displeasure of their poor driver.

Lena’s jet was awaiting them and judging by the silhouettes behind the aircraft’s windows, they were the last ones to arrive. And indeed, Kara, Lena, Winn, and James had already made themselves comfortable in the luxurious seats, their luggage stowed away in the back of the cabin. Alex brought their bags to the others’ before flopping down on the seat next to Kara. Maggie curled up on a seat across the aisle.

Just as they had all fastened their seat belts, Lena returned from the cockpit and within minutes they were up in the air and heading towards New York City.

“I’m so excited!” Kara squealed as soon as they could take off their seat belts. A brilliant smile lit up her face and Alex could see her floating a fraction of an inch above her seat. “It’s gonna be so amazing!” She frantically flailed her arms, causing Alex to burst into a throaty laughter at her adorableness. The rest of the group soon joined in, endeared by Kara’s childlike outburst.

“Whose idea was going to Flame Con in the first place?” Lena eventually asked when the laughter had died down a bit. Half of the fingers were suddenly pointing at Alex who in turn firmly pointed at Maggie. Maggie just shrugged. “Hey, it’s a fabulous convention! And at least it wasn’t me who started the whole cosplay business!” She shot a very pointed look towards her fiancée who promptly ignored her. Kara received the same annoyed look from Lena.

“Cosplaying is fun!” Kara remarked. “Says the costumed hero,” Maggie shot back and rolled her eyes. “Kara’s right, though,” Alex defended her little sister. “Nerds!” Maggie huffed, another eyeroll following. “Takes one to know one, Sawyer.” “Well, I agree with the Danvers sisters on this one.” “Sure you do, Winn. Too bad no one asked you.” “I gotta admit, it does sound like it’s gonna be fun.” “Et tu, James?” Maggie let out an overdramatic sigh. “Seems like we’re alone on this one, Luthor.”

*

Three hours later, the plane touched ground and rolled out on the landing strip. By then the group was mildly drunk and the cosplay discourse long forgotten. Chatting and laughing, they unloaded their luggage and stowed it away in the car awaiting them. Lena had rented them a spacious apartment near the hotel in which the convention took place. Alex ordered food for the group while the others unpacked and made themselves comfortable. The rest of the evening was spent eating and drinking before they went to bed. It was still early, but they unanimously agreed that they needed every minute of sleep they could get.

Nonetheless, morning dawned on them faster than any of them appreciated. Within the next hour they managed to create a perfect mess in the whole apartment, littering every available surface with clothing and make up and face paint and hair products and whatnot. The apartment came with two large bathrooms, but even they couldn’t quite handle the hassle that ensued. Winn and James occupied the living room, covering the expensive carpet with fake fur as Winn helped James into his Chewbacca costume.

In the meantime, Kara had Lena perched on the rim of the bathtub and her laptop next to the sink – a hair tutorial playing on a loop – while she perfected Lena’s Lexa hairdo. She expertly wove beads into the elaborate grid of hair slowly forming under her fingers. Lena silently endured the tugging and frizzing and the abuse of her hair roots. Internally she was mourning the less of her hair’s glossy and smooth texture.

In the other bathroom, Alex was wrestling her way into a perfect replica of the Captain America uniform. “This thing is impractical and in no way combat-fit,” she ranted while Maggie zipped up the corset-like top of Alex’s costume. “You’re not the one with the skirt so stop whining,” Maggie grunted, smoothing out the fabric covering her thighs for the umpteenth time. “That never stopped Peggy Carter from kicking ass,” Alex retorted and grinned goofily at her fiancée. Maggie just huffed in return, slamming the army hat on top of her head.

*

The convention was only two blocks away, so instead of troubling their driver, the six of them decided to walk. Surprisingly few people turned around to gawk at the strange party consisting of Han Solo, Chewbacca, Wanheda, Commander Lexa, Captain America and Peggy Carter walking down the street, chatting vividly. They were by far not the weirdest thing this neighbourhood would see on this day.

The advantages of attending this with a Luther was the ability of skipping queues and shortly after arriving at the hotel, the group walked in, full VIP passes dangling around their necks. The flood of people in colourful cosplays and smart merchandise shirts was incredible and they awed and ohhed when the escalator took them upstairs and the convention floor opened before their eyes. Tables stood side by side, loaded with merchandise, books, graphic novels, works of artists, canvas and paper that were yet to be filled with expertise.

They were just around the corner of the fist aisle when a young boy – he might have been fifteen or even younger – came to an abrupt halt in front of James. His eyes widened in amazement at the big, fluffy Wookie in front of him. “Can I… can I hug you, Chewbacca?” the boy stuttered, causing the group to smile warmly at him. James didn’t answer, but let out a long, approving Wookie sound and opened his arms wide. In a heartbeat, the boy’s face was buried in James’ fur. James ruffled the kid’s blue, pink and white died hair and let out another perfect Wookie sound. From there on James was almost always surrounded by the younger convention attendants who all wanted to get a hug from the big Wookie.

In the meantime, Kara and Alex had pulled out the schedules of their must-attend panels and events they had previously prepared. Lena peaked at their elaborate flow charts, shook her head, and went back to stand next to Maggie. “They are crazy,” she simply deadpanned, eyes still widened in amazement. “They have planned everything. Down to the last minute.” “They’re nerds, Lena. That’s how they roll,” Maggie laughed and sympathetically patted her shoulder. “And that’s why we love ‘em.”

*

The whole day consisted of Kara and Alex dragging the Superfriends to every panel possible, before completely over-boarding on merchandise. Alex forced Maggie to sit for a portrait together with Lena and Kara and decided she would hang the resulting drawing in their living room. Maggie didn’t even try to argue with her and she had to admit, that the comic-y style of the drawing did wonders to her legs and ass. Later, Lena got bullied into buying an Iron Man lamp, because Kara thought it was cool and Winn got one in the shape of the Millennium Falcon for James ‘office.

When they were finally back at the apartment, Lena threw herself dramatically on the couch, draping a hand over her eyes, smearing the black face paint even more. Maggie didn’t even reach the couch, but came to lie on the fur stained carpet, face down and sprawled out over the whole thing. James’s first thing to do was tossing his mask on the next surface and wiggling out of the suit. The tank top and the thin shorts he had worn underneath were soaked in sweat and he positioned himself directly in front of the running fan. Winn collapsed next to Maggie, bags of merchandise still in hand. Only Kara and Alex seemed to still have energy left. They were already chatting about the best time to show up to the afterparty.

Kara was the first to shower and comb out the dirt and paint in her hair. She was to attend the party as Supergirl and it took a long time to get her hair back to its normal glossy state. She was halfway through the process, when the shower door opened and Lena stepped inside. It took Alex’s loud banging on the door, to make them leave the shower forty minutes later. By then, the rest of the group had gotten rid of their cosplays and changed into geek chic par excellence. They said goodbye to Kara and headed out. Kara followed fifteen minutes later, relishing her very superhero-y entrance on stage. The nerdy queer kids around her went wild and Kara couldn’t stop grinning. Alex stood amongst them, proud like every big sister would be, a single tear running down her cheek. The impression her little sister left on the community and the sheer joy in the audience was incredible, but nothing in comparison to the panel Kara held the following day.

The Ask Supergirl panel’s line up was huge and without their VIP passes, the Superfriends wouldn’t have gotten any seats even though the organizers were constantly adding chairs. In the end, people were even sitting on the floor and standing along the walls. Everyone wanted a chance to chat with THE Supergirl.

“Who’s your superhero?” a skinny girl with dark skin and a Princess Leia shirt asked. “My hero is my sister, Alex. She’s always there for me and has taught me all about earth customs that I know now.” Alex grinned as Kara’s eyes briefly met hers.

“Is there someone special in your life?” a pink-haired boy on crutches asked, making Kara blush a little. “Yes, there is and she is the most beautiful girl in the whole universe!” Lena silently whipped away a tear and Alex slung an arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t really have a question,” an elderly lady rasped into the microphone. The whole room went completely quiet. “But I want to thank you, Supergirl. Your coming out gave me the courage to finally come out to my children and grandchildren.” Kara’s choked up response went under in the roaring applause and cheering that suddenly erupted all around the room.

After the panel and a change of clothing, Kara ran towards her sister, embracing her in a bone-crushing hug. “You did great, Kara,” Alex said, burying her face in Kara’s hair. “I am so, so proud of you.” “Thanks, Alex.” “Always, little sis. And now let’s go check out that Harry Potter panel!” Kara squealed and linked their arms and together they sprinted towards the other side of the convention floor. Maggie and Lena just stood still, shaking their heads, whispering in unison, “Nerds.”

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11929077/chapters/27026868

[lesbian-sora]

Hogwarts Christmas Fic Part 4

Summary: Dan finally gets to spend his first Christmas with the Lesters. Previous part here!

Genre: Fluff

Words: 3.2K (It’s so much longer than the others wow.)

Warnings: Just some swearing for you to worry about!

Author’s note: So yeah, this was supposed to be published 173 days ago. Whoops. Well, people asked for the conclusion so I wrote a Christmas fic in June. It’s fine. Anyway, I’m still doing prompts every Friday so send them on over here!

Dan honestly wasn’t expecting too much on Christmas morning. He figured he would slowly wake up around nine or ten like he did on all the days he didn’t have a schedule to keep. Afterwards he would open the presents the House Elves had delivered (he was kind of hoping they would at least nibble the cookies he left for them as he was a little bummed out over missing the family tradition of Santa cookies this year) and then wander down stairs for breakfast, either meeting Phil in the Great Hall or hunting him down afterwards. Then there would be a bit of wandering about a Christmassy Hogwarts until it was time to go to Phil’s family home. They’d be there for a bit for Christmas tea and present swapping for the Lesters while Dan sweet talked Katherine Lester into liking him even more than she already did. After that they’d make it back to the castle for the famous Hogwarts Christmas Feast where he and Phil would sit with their students and pop some crackers and enjoy themselves. The evening would finish off with yet another wandering of the corridors, but this time they’d be a bit more tipsy and eager to find little nooks donned with mistletoe. All in all an absolutely wonderful Christmas, and a perfect one for his first Christmas as Phil’s boyfriend.

Phil, apparently, had other ideas.

“Dan! Dan, wake up! It’s Christmas!” Phil shouted, bouncing on Dan’s bed and shaking him. “Come on, then! You can’t just sleep the day away!”

Dan groaned and stuffed his head under his pillow. “Nooo,” he whined. “Why are you even awake? It’s so early you’re always a grump before noon.”

“Not on Christmas!”

Dan did eventually emerge from his pillowy fortress to glare at his boyfriend. Unfortunately, Phil was still in his PJs and a santa hat and was just in general too unfairly adorable for Dan to stay irritated at him. “Alright, alright, I’m up. Now give me my presents, please.”

Phil beamed and handed Dan six presents, keeping five for himself. Dan quickly sorted through his gifts going through the givers’ names in his head. Mum and Dad, Adrien, Louise, PJ, Bryony, and Felix and Marzia. Wait a second. “There’s not a present from you in here,” he said, then flushed slightly over how childish he sounded.

Phil just laughed, obviously not offended. “That’s because I didn’t give the House Elves my present to you. Your present is safely at my parents’ house along with all the other ones.”

“Oh,” Dan pouted. “Well, I did have yours delivered, so you’re not allowed to open it until I do.”

“Fair enough,” Phil said with a shrug, then without another word he dove straight into ripping open his packages, and Dan did the same.

From his parents he got a very heavy book about stars that combined Muggle and Wizard knowledge showing everything from the different constellations between the worlds and explaining how the science of Muggles could explain just how they impacted magic and how magic explained things science couldn’t. Adrien’s gift was a little silly but also wonderfully sentimental as it was a small photo book full of nothing but pictures of their dog whom Dan freely admitted to missing the most while away. Louise had gotten him a wonderful quill that refilled itself with ink, PJ had painted a beautiful picture of Dan flying through space, Bryony had gotten him a giant box of sweets with a note saying “Phil’s box is different so share, boys ;)” and Felix and Marzia had gotten him a nice set of attachments to go on his telescope.

“Good haul?” Phil asked, grinning and surrounded by the presents he had opened along with Dan’s which remained unopened.

“Yeah, you?”

Phil nodded, clearly quite happy. “Did PJ give you a painting, too? He left me a note that said the paintings would interact.”

“I didn’t get a note,” Dan pouted.

“Did you check the back?”

“No? Oh, there it is.” Doing as the note instructed, Dan and Phil sat their paintings up right next to each other and waited. Sure enough, as soon as painting Dan realized there was another painting he flew across and landed in painting Phil’s jungle. Upon meeting, the painting Dan and Phil threw their arms in the air and embraced, making strange almost squeaking sounds. “I wonder why they can’t talk right,” Dan pondered.

“I think it’s PJ’s art style,” Phil said. “It’s less realism and more impressionist so when the paintings talk we can just get an impression of what they’re trying to say.”

“Oh, well, they sound happy.”

“Yeah, I can imagine they are.” Phil sounded a little odd, so Dan glanced at him, but quickly looked away with a red face when he saw that Phil was just staring at him a dopey, lovestruck smile.

“Come on, let’s go get breakfast, I’m starving,” Dan said quickly, standing up to hide his blush.

Phil nodded and stood as well, taking time to grab Dan’s hand and tug him along. “Yeah, we’d best be going, we’ve got a bit of a tight schedule.”

“What are you talking about?”

Phil glanced at him, looking almost as confused as he was. “My parents’ house, remember? We’re supposed to be there around ten and it’s already a quarter of nine.”

“What?”

Phil looked even more confused and now a little hurt. “We said yesterday that we’d go to my parents’ before the feast. Do… Do you not want to go anymore?”

“Of course I still want to go,” Dan said quickly. “I’m just really surprised we’re going that early. I thought we were getting back just in time for the feast.”

“Oh, we are.”

Dan’s eyes kind of bulged. “We’re going to be at your house for six hours?”

“Uh, yeah?” Phil said nervously. “That’s what I usually do on Christmas?”

“Oh, my god, I thought it was only going to be for like two or three hours,” Dan fretted. “Phil, how am I supposed to make a good impression for six hours?”

“You don’t need to make a good impression,” Phil laughed. “You’ve met my family before and they all love you.”

“But I’m your boyfriend now,” Dan pointed out. “They’re going to judge me different.”

“Nah, they all know I’ve basically been in love with you since we first met, so they’ll all be thrilled,” Phil shrugged. Then he suddenly realized what he just said and his face flushed to match the same maroon Dan’s was. “I mean, um. Don’t worry, they like you.”

Dan smiled almost shyly, looking at Phil through his lashes. “I’m glad,” he said softly.

Phil smiled that same love struck smile he had given Dan earlier before suddenly clearing his throat and shaking his head. “Er, right. Breakfast then?”

Breakfast passed with little to no excitement. They sat up at the teachers’ table in their normal spots right next to one another as it appeared that all of the students were either still in their dorms or scarfing down their breakfast to get back to their dorms. There was one instance where John Browning from Slytherin was eating too quickly and started choking but the Charms professor, Lucy Grove, lazily waved her wand which caused the toast John was choking on to fly out of his mouth and bop him on the head before scolding him to slow down. There were the normal breakfast foods like sausages and porridge, but apparently the House Elves were warming up for the main show that evening because there were also gooey cinnamon rolls and smoked salmon and big fluffy pancakes. Dan was more than tempted to gorge himself on everything available, but Phil warned him that his mum would be making a Christmas lunch that deserved plenty of room. After breakfast they parted ways to get properly dressed with an agreement to meet back in Phil’s office as soon as they were done to take the fireplace to the Lester residence.

“You ready?” Phil asked when Dan finally made it to the office.

“Do I look ready?” Dan asked, then elaborated. “That was a serious question, by the way. Do I look alright?”

“You look great,” Phil chuckled, wrapping his arms around Dan’s waist. Dan made a small noise of disbelief so he pressed on. “No, really, you do. Just know that mum is going to put you in a sweater as soon as we get there.”

“I’d look great in anything she makes,” Dan scoffed.

“Honestly you would,” Phil agreed easily. He then tossed a pinch of Floo Powder into the flames, turning them a bright green, and offered Dan a hand which he gladly took. They stepped into the fireplace hand in hand and Phil said in a loud, clear voice, “Highwood Manor!”

As always when traveling by Floo, Dan screwed his eyes shut and allowed Phil to lead the way. When they did suddenly come to a stop, he reached out a hand to catch Phil who, again as always, was about to fall out of the fireplace. “We’ve really got to work on your landings,” Dan admonished gently as he righted Phil’s balance.

“Phil, you’re here! And you brought Dan!”

This was the only warning Dan got before he was being swept up in a tight hug along with Phil. “Hello, Mrs. Lester,” he wheezed, once again marveling at her incredibly strong grip.

“Oh, you always get so dusty when you use Phil’s fireplace,” she frowned. “Why don’t you two use yours, Dan? Yours is always so neat and tidy.”

“You just think that because whenever you come to visit at his house he always goes into a frenzy to super clean everything,” Phil smirked.

“Phil!” Dan squawked while Mrs. Lester just laughed. “You can’t just go around telling secrets like that!”

“Oh, nevermind him, dear,” Mrs. Lester smiled. “Come on, we’re going to open presents now that you two are here.” Phil absolutely beamed and dragged Dan along to the parlor.

As always when he visited the Lester family home, Dan was amazed at the sheer size of it. As with a lot of Pureblood families, the Lesters had managed to accumulate a good deal of wealth along with a big ass manor to match. Seeing as Dan had grown up in a tiny three bedroom townhouse outside of Wokingham with a lounge smaller than one of the guest bedrooms, he never could wrap his head around being a kid in a place this large or how the Lesters somehow made the high ceilings and marble floors somehow seem cozy. He silently thanked whatever gods that were out there for making Phil the younger son and not the one who’d inherit the estate so he’d never have to move in and try to fill the place himself. Then he scolded himself for thinking way too far down the line of his and Phil’s relationship.

“Dan, you’re here!” Martyn said cheerfully, clapping a hand down on his shoulder. “All Phil’s wanted to talk about for the last month was how you were going to be at Hogwarts for Christmas, but I didn’t think he’d ever get the guts to actually invite you.”

“Oh, shove it,” Phil scowled, shoving his brother in attempts to distract from the pink coloring his cheeks.

“Come sit with me, Dan!” Cornelia called, waving him over. Once he was sat down in the squishy love seat with her she smiled, showing all her teeth. “I swear Lesters are the absolute worst people in the world, it’s good to have someone on my side.” She cast a glance around and stage whispered, “It’s also good to have someone who actually knows how Muggles act to talk to for once.”

Dan snickered at the mildly offended looks Martyn and Phil gave them. Dan honestly didn’t know how she managed to spend any time at all with the Lesters; he was only Muggle Born, he couldn’t imagine what it was like trying to chase down a wizard like Martyn while being a Muggle. “Would you believe me if I told you Phil didn’t know about Santa before I told him?”

“Absolutely, yes!” she snorted. “You should have seen the look on Martyn’s face when I told him.” She pulled a comically horrified face and mockingly said, “‘I can’t believe you tell Muggle kids there’s a magic man watching through the year-’”

“‘That’s an absolutely terrifying thought and you blackmail them into behaving!’” Dan finished. “Phil said the exact same thing!”

She snickered a bit and grinned at him. “It’s going to be nice being able to spend Christmas with at least one half sane person.”

“Mrs. Lester isn’t that bad.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re her favorite.”

“Shut up! Am not!” Dan mumbled, hiding his flushing face in his hands.

He was dragged out of his misery by Mrs. Lester nudging him on the arm and offering him a cookie with a sly wink. “Alright, you two. Presents time.”

“I’d like to sit next to my girlfriend again, if you don’t mind,” Martyn said, raising his eyebrows.

“Too bad I’ve decided I want to sit next to Dan,” Cornelia declared, looping her arm through Dan’s. Martyn responded with a faux offended scoff before trying to squirm his way between them while Cornelia laughed.

Quickly deciding he didn’t want to get caught up in that mess, Dan escaped to sit on a comfy tartan chair a few feet away. Phil soon joined him, sitting on the floor and leaning on Dan’s legs, and Dan smiled down at him and started absently running his fingers through his black finge. “Are my presents for your family here?” he double checked in a whisper.

Phil fondly rolled his eyes. “Yes, they’re here. I brought them over two weeks ago when you gave them to me.”

Dan was about to respond when he was interrupted by a present nudging him in the forehead. He looked up to see Mr. and Mrs. Lester with their wands out directing the presents to float over to their owner and hover in the air around them. “First round!” Mr. Lester said. “Everyone grab your present from Martyn!”

Dan quickly shuffled through his gifts until he found one labeled “To: Dan From: The Real Best Lester And You Know It.” He gently tore off the paper to find an incredibly detailed star map that moved when he tapped it with his wand and said a date. He peered over Phil’s shoulder and smiled when he saw him investigating a self-functioning watering can so he wouldn’t forget.

“Okay, my turn to pick who goes,” Martyn said. “I think we all know mum needs to go next.”

Mrs. Lester laughed merrily as everyone tore into identical squishy, lumpy squares. Dan beamed down at the handsome black sweater covered in sparkling silver stars, and without instruction pulled it on over his head. “Told you you’d look great,” Phil said, looking up at him with a dopey smile, wearing his own purple sweater.

“Actually, I believe I told you I’d look great,” Dan smirked.

“Yeah, but I agreed with you.”

“Okay, is everyone ready?” Mrs. Lester beamed. “Because it’s Tom’s turn!”

Things went on like that for Mr. Lester and Cornelia, and Dan received a big bottle of firewhiskey from Mr. Lester and a Blu-Ray set of several classic Christmas movies from Cornelia with a note that said “For when you want to feel a bit more Muggle this Christmas ;)”.

“I think it’s Dan’s turn!” Cornelia said with a grin when everyone had finished their presents from her.

Dan did his best not to flush and hide his face when everyone started opening his gifts. There were several oohs and thanks going around the circle, but Dan’s attention was solely focused on Phil who was tearing off the paper with abandon. In his lap was a tiny plant that snapped at his finger whenever it got too close Phil blinked down at it in awe for a moment then cooed at it before looking up at Dan like he hung the moon. “Thanks, Dan.”

Dan really did blush then and looked away, trying to casually cover his pink nose with his hand. “Shut up. It was nothing. Let’s quickly move on and open Phil’s gifts now.”

“You’re last this year, Phil,” Mrs. Lester smiled. “That means he gets to pick who starts us off next year,” she explained for Dan’s benefit.

Dan nodded, and tore into the present Phil had gotten him. Inside was a scarf, but not just any scarf. Dan looked at it in wonder as he ran his fingers over the silky smooth surface and watched as it seemed to flow around his fingers like water, while the stars that decorated it seemed to twinkle at him as they passed by. Almost hesitantly, he wrapped it around his neck and his eyes widened. As his neck was very sensitive he was very picky about his scarves, but this one was perfectly warm and hung around him like it was made to be worn by him.

“Do you like it?” Dan looked down at Phil who was biting his lip and staring up at him like he had anything in the world to be nervous about.

Dan just stared at him for a moment before his cheeks split into a smile wider than Dan had previously thought possible. “It’s brilliant,” he breathed, bending over to give Phil an upside down kiss.

“Holy shit!”

Dan snapped his head up to see Martyn gawking at them like a child seeing a dragon for the first time. “When the fuck did this happen, then?” he demanded, gesturing and Dan and Phil.

“Martyn, don’t use that kind of language at family Christmas,” Mr. Lester scolded.

“Sorry, dad. Okay, when the frick did this happen?”

“Umm, about two days ago?” Phil chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, it certainly is a Christmas miracle.”

“Mum!”

Dan just stayed silent with his hands over his face and tried to melt into the chair while the Lesters all shouted at one another about the very sudden change in Dan and Phil’s relationship. “Okay, look, it doesn’t matter!” Phil decided. “Dan and I are dating now, but we’re still working on things.”

“Oh, we’re just so happy for you is all, dear,” Mrs. Lester gushed.

“Yeah, I know, mum,” Phil smiled. “I think Dan and I are gonna go take a walk now, though. We’ll see you guys in a bit.”

He gently untangled Dan from the ball he had curled up in and gently escorted him outside after they bundled up in the coats he’d had the foresight to bring. They were silent for a while as they walked the snowy grounds side by side until Phil looked up at Dan from beneath his lashes. “So, that was your first Christmas with the Lesters.”

“Yeah,” Dan agreed blankly, staring straight ahead.

Phil bit his lower lip. “Did you- erm. Uh, how’d you like it.”

Dan stopped in his tracks and turned to Phil with a wide grin. “It was perfect.” Then he grabbed Phil by the ears and pulled him in for a kiss they were both too busy smiling to enjoy.

So there it is. The long awaited conclusion to the Hogwarts Christmas fic. Was it worth six months of waiting? Ehhhh, that’s for you to decide. 

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