#grr i wish i knew what he said

[telestoapologist]

ghost: *says nothing* drifter: ohhh you're feisty. you kiss your guardian with that mouth? 😏me:

[myladysapphire]

My Lady Strong (IV)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 1,495

CW: bullying, feelings of neglect and isolation

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen can be read as x reader)

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disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire characters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all characters are his except for my OC

It had been nearly a year since the events of Driftmark. Since her mother and brothers had left to Dragonstone. A year since her fathers death. And yet she already had a new father, one she did not like, alongside his two daughters. She had also gained a new brother. But she hadn’t met him, and she doubted she would meet him soon. As each day passed the distance between Dragonstone and the red keep seemed to get bigger and bigger.

“My dear?” she heard Alicent call out, having gotten closer the last year, Alicent had become more and more of a mother to her, and being her 9th nameday and her mother and brothers nowhere to be seen, to Aemma it had began to seem like Alicent was more of a mother to her than her own. A fact little 9 year old Aemma could not stomach to admit.

“Yes?” she asked, looking up from her spot in the library. She had found her time often spent alone as of late. Aemond having become more distant since the incident. And Heleana, well was Heleana, keeping to herself, though she had become more and more isolated since her wedding to Aegon last month. And Aegon spent most of his time at the bottom of a bottle in the depths of kingslanding. So she resided in herself spending days in the library by herself, in a spot that used to be her and Aemonds to just becoming hers. And the few spare moments Aemond seemed to give her were spent training Vaghar, or watching him train with ser criston. He no longer wanted to chase after each other in the godswoods, or read in the library. Or simply just existing in each others company. She understood, somewhat, he was becoming a man, a man hell bent on learning everything in him to defend himself, to learn to fight. Everyone was growing up, but her, and she was being left behind.

“My sweet girl, what's wrong?” Alicent questioned, rounding the corner to see Aemma in what she knew to be her spot. “Hmm? You seem to spend every moment alone, and I know many girls at court who would die for a moment of time spent with you.”

“What girls? Helena only ever wants to be by herself, and seems to ignore me every time i spend time with her, and the last set of girls you summoned just whispered rumours behind my back. I don't wish to spend time with them, i just want Aemond, and he doesn't want me.”

Sighing, Alicent moved down to her level, talking her hands in hers, “that's not true, Aemond still adores you, he is, well-... he's becoming a man and needs time to grow, and after the events of driftmark, well they changed him, just give him time.

“Time? Thats all ive done, it's been almost a year, and not even a moon had passed after driftamrk has he started to ice me out. He was supposed to marry me, and yet he's completely changed!”

“He's a boy, a twelve, Trust me sweetheart, he's just a silly boy who thinks he has to do all of these things to make up for his lack of eye. He thinks you will not love him, think him to be hideous, that is why.” Alicent responded, soothing Aemma, by stroking her hair.

“Well that's just plain stupid!”

“I know,sweet girl, but all boys are.” Alicent continued “ know, we have a birthday ball and feast to attend, and my gift is waiting for you.” she said standing up and inviting Aemma up with her.

In her chambers, laid out on her bed was a white dress embellished with gold. It had puffed sleeves that slimmed down to cover her arm. The dress was lkonger than her usual dresses, and more wide, though not by much. Glod was laced around the neck line, and out edges of the dress, with gold and silver jewels scattered across it, creatijng a pattern down the bodedice. The white itself seemed to shimmer, as if moonlight was bouncing off it. When she put it on she felt pretty. She felt beautiful. Her hair was tied up with a gold ribbon, decorated with pearls and butterflies. For this she knew the gift was not Alicent but Aemonds, or atleast he had some influence. Butterflies. The thing they always used to chase, and the thing ameond loved to compare her too. Butterflies. 

The feast was magnificent, lords and ladies from all over Westeros had come, and she had received more than enough gifts and attention though not from anyone that mattered to her. 

Aemodn was there from the start, though he stuck to eating rather than actually spending any time with her. His attention seemed to be elsewhere.

“Aemond?” she questioned, trying to capture his attention “Aemond, are you enjoying the feast?” he did not reply, looking down at his plate instead, avoiding eye contact. “Aemond?” she pushed again “Aemond!? By the gods answer me!”

“Hmm?” he hummed looking up, allowing her to see the book placed in his lap.

“Gods why wojnt you talk to me?” she asked, moveing to turn to him, her eyes filling with tears, “ for the last six moons i have been acting like a stay dog trying to get your attenion, and now even at a feast helped in my honoru, you brign-” she reached forward grabbing Aemonds book “- a book. A book? To my own party, instead of talking to me. Why?”

“Aemma, please-”

“No, tell me.!”

“Gods, you're a child!” he snactehd the book from her hand, “your just a silly little girl, can't you understand that, you could not defend me, and when you had the chance to you ran off to your pathetic mother, and then come crying to me for help, whilst i have just lost an eye to your bas-” he shook his head, a look of shame fillking his face as he sees her eyes filled with tears, “gods!” he sighed, dragging a hand down his face, reaching forward “Aemma- it's been a lot lately, i have had to relearn everything, to fit with the loss of my eye, and i, look im sorry, i just snapped. But you have to understand, i cnat be a child anylonger, being your friend, and litening to your childish escapades caused me to be in this situation. Now I have to be a man, I have to stop being a child.”

“So you have to stop being my freind, to go on your silly little- your, to be a man? What does that even mean?!” she cried, “it's my nameday, can you not just be my friend for today?” she was begging,it was almost pitiful. 

Aemonds face changed, snapping form the look of shame and regret to annoyance, to cold and still, a face evewryone would soon be familiar with, “ and why would i want to do that” he sneerd, dropping her hand, and standing up, before briskly leaving the room without a single glance back. 

The rest of her night was spent alone. With Heleana leaving not shortly after Aemond, followed by Aegon muttering something about doing his husbandly duty. Alicent and her grandsire had already left an hour in, the King's health failing him, and forcing many of the lords and ladies to leave, as if their only purpose was to talk to him and not her. So she was left all by herself bar a few older cousins that she did not know. 

But the remaining hours she was forced to stay, many lordlings asked her to dance, and it turns out Alicent had already summoned some more girls to King's Landing, arranging a meeting  witht them at her own ball. Taking her mind of the event sthat had happened prior, evne if for a few hours. For a few hours she wasnt so alone, for a few hours she was just a nine year old girl celebrating her name day, celebrating with her friends. People who over the next four years would become the only people she truly had.

And when she did finally retire to her rooms, and she was well and truly alone she cried, she knew no one would knock and have late night celebrations, just as no one had knocked at midnight to wish her a happy name day. Just as Aemond did not spend every second of the day with her, smuggling her all the food she wanted, and giving her a gift for every hour of the day. She spent it alone, and she would spend the next four namedays alone, crying. She would celebrate with her ladies, though it would never be the same, she owuld dance with strangers, and not ameond, where dresses gifted by people other than her mother and Aemond. Her family would become more distant and Aemond becomes less and less her Aemond.

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[babybluebex]

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your latin tutor is one of those revolutionaries that your father despises and, after he invites you to a citizen’s meeting, his true intentions are revealed. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: enjolras (BBC les miserables) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: canon divergence, mentions of drinking, kissing, forbidden romance, names (mon cher = my darling, mon amour = my love, mon ange = my angel) 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg alright it's happening everyone stay calm (also pls lmk if this is all glitchy bc my tumblr has been acting weird lately so like. grr.) ((and yes, there will be a part 2 hehe...))

“Well, mademoiselle,” Enjolras started, shutting his textbooks as he looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s that time again.” 

You groaned, hating that your lesson had come to an end. Ever since you had turned eighteen, you had been begging your father to let you go to university, just like your brother had gone, but he had forbidden you from even entertaining the idea of university. It was no place for a lady, he told you, and you had pouted and stamped your foot and demanded to be allowed to go. The middle ground for your father were private tutors, just as you had had when you were growing up, but for sophisticated topics. You chose to learn Latin, and your father had hired the perfect Latin tutor for you. 

Tall and thin, short caramel curls and dark eyes and plush lips, mustache and thin beard. His name was Enjolras, one of angels in the original Latin, as he had told you. He was handsome and a good laugh, and, even if you got frustrated with the language, he soothed you with a gentle hand on your arm and soft words of encouragement. “You can do it, mon cher,” he said. “Just think about it for a moment.” He always called you sweet names as well, names that made you blush and avoid his eye to keep from exploding. 

“Oh, no, Enjolras,” you begged him, reaching out and taking his arm in your hand. “Please don’t go, please stay!” 

“Oh, mon cher, I have to,” Enjolras bemoaned. “I have somewhere to be.” 

“But can’t you stay long enough for tea?” you asked quickly. “It’s rather cold outside, I’d hate to send you out into the cold without something warm to drink first.” 

“Mon cher,” Enjolras said softly, putting his hand over yours. His hand was warm, his fingertips stained with days-old ink, and you wondered how it would feel for him to touch your bare skin. You often had dreams about your Latin tutor, less than ladylike dreams about the things you wished he would do to you. Just last night, you had dreamt of him taking you against your desk, pulling up your dress and making love to you, and you had hardly been able to meet Enjolras’s eye during your lessons. “I just can’t.” 

“What do you have to do?” you asked. “Where do you have to be?” 

“So curious,” Enjolras chuckled with narrowed eyes. “Why do you want me to stay so badly?” 

“I just—“ you started shyly. “I like talking to you. You’re the only one who treats me like an equal as opposed to someone lesser.” 

“Yes, well,” Enjolras started, shuffling around the papers on your desk as he tried to tidy and pack up. “The revolution preaches equality amongst all men, and women are included in that.” 

That bloody revolution of his. Enjolras brought it up every so often, equality and friendship among all, the abolition of kings and monarchies, and, while he never went very in depth about it, you knew that it was a cause that was dear to his heart. You didn’t know if he had a woman in his life or not (the very thought of it made your heart drop in despair), but he spoke about his revolution as if it were his only love. 

“Equality among all,” you scoffed. “I’ll believe that when I see it.” 

Enjolras regarded you with those narrowed eyes again, his pupils the color of dark, bitter chocolate, and he said, “Is it that hard to believe that you could be treated as I am?” 

“Only because I’ve never been treated that way,” you said gently. 

“I treat you that way,” Enjolras said. “I treat you and speak to you as any one of my friends.” 

“Are we friends?” you asked. “Or do you tolerate me because my father pays you?” 

“I do like you, mon cher,” Enjolras smiled. “Genuinely. Perhaps if things were different, I’d offer to…” He hesitated for a moment, a bit of restraint that you had never seen from him before, and he finally mumbled, “I’d offer to bring you with me to my meeting tonight.” 

“Meeting?” you echoed. “What sort of meeting?” 

“A citizens’ meeting,” Enjolras said. “Me and my friends, and revolutionaries all over Paris, we come together weekly to discuss ideas. I look forward to it every week, almost as much as I look forward to our lessons.” 

“Oh, that sounds lovely!” you smiled, and you clutched his arm tightly. “Please take me with you, Enjolras, please!” 

“I can’t do that,” Enjolras told you firmly. “Believe me, I wish I could. But if your father found out—“

“My father,” you scoffed. “So what if he found out?” 

“He would fire me,” Enjolras said. “No more Latin lessons, mon cher. Your father, he’s an aristocrat, the revolution does not benefit him, so he’s against it. If he knew you went to a citizens’ meeting, he might even disown you.” 

“He could never,” you mumbled, leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest. “He loves me too much.” 

“People don’t like their politics to be challenged,” Enjolras said. “He would punish you, and that likely would come at my expense. Like I said, no more Latin lessons, I would never be permitted to see you.” 

“I don’t want that,” you said quickly. “I like you too much. Erm, your lessons, I mean. I don’t want to find another tutor.” 

“I didn’t think so,” Enjolras said with a coy smile. “I’d hate to see you punished, so I won’t invite you to the meeting. In fact, on very certain terms, I am telling you not to come.” 

“Alright, alright, I understand,” you grumbled. “No meeting.” 

“Don’t be cross with me, mon cher,” Enjolras begged, taking your hand in his. He squeezed your hand and gave you a tight smile, and he dropped your hand as he spoke again. “I’d hate to make you upset with me before I leave for my meeting.” 

“Rub it in, why don’t you?” you huffed, and Enjolras set his eyes on his papers and books, looking at you quickly before looking back down at the papers. You took his hint and looked at the paper, and your eyes widened as you saw that his own neat script covered the paper. Even though you saw it upside-down, you could see a date and an address. 

“Remember,” Enjolras said, passing the paper to you. “I told you not to come. But, if I left this and you wanted to return it to me, you know where to find me.” 

“Oh, Enjolras,” you said softly. “Thank you.” 

“For what?” Enjolras asked. “Denying you to come to a meeting? I should think I’m hurting your feelings.” 

“Oh,” you said quickly, catching onto his game. Enjolras was wonderfully playful, and this was only proof of that. “Yes, yes, it hurts my feelings so much. In fact, I might think twice about returning your paper to you.” 

“But you’re a good girl,” Enjolras said. “You’ll return it to me hastily, just as soon as I’m gone and you’ve noticed I left it.” 

“Of course, of course,” you said passively, and your stomach shrank behind your stays. He had called you a good girl. Did he know the effect his words had? “Anything for you.” 

“Alright,” Enjolras said. “I really must be leaving. Have a good evening, mademoiselle.” 

“You as well, monsieur,” you told him, and you stayed seated at your desk and lazily tidied up your things as Enjolras left. Your heart hammered inside your chest at the prospect of seeing Enjolras again, outside of your lessons, at this revolutionary meeting. Would he treat you as a friend, or like some girl that had hopelessly fallen in love with him and followed him? 

About an hour after Enjolras left (because you definitely weren’t paying too much attention to the clock), you crumpled the paper up in your hand and went to the front foyer, tying your cloak around your neck. You hoped that maybe you could slip out of the house unnoticed, but the creak of the stairs made your heart stop. 

“Are you going out?” your father asked you, and you sighed. 

“Just for a moment,” you said. “My Latin tutor left something of his, and I’m going to return it.” 

“You can’t wait to give it back next week?” your father asked, and you shook your head, looking up at the stairs to see him. Enjolras’s words swam in your head, about how your father’s politics were better left unchallenged, how angry he would be if he knew the truth, but the promise of seeing Enjolras was too great for you to back down now. 

“It looks important,” you said, looking down at the paper in your hand. “Doesn’t he work as a copier? This looks like an unfinished piece of his work. I don’t want him to get into any trouble.” 

“I can deliver it,” your father offered, and you shook your head. 

“I’d rather do it,” you said. “I’ve been inside all day, I’d like to go out for a moment.”

“If you say so,” your father said. “Just be back before dinnertime.” 

“Yes, sir,” you told him, and you quickly left the house before he could ask any more questions. The air was cold against your cheeks as you began your walk to the small pub that Enjolras’s flyer indicated, and your heart was beating quicker with every avenue and rue that you turned down. Eventually, you heard the chatter of a pub as you turned onto a street, and you steadied yourself as you pushed open the door. The air inside was warm and smelled like ale, but you weren’t focused on that. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the back corner where, on a raised stage-like area, your Latin tutor sat. He looked incredibly laid-back and handsome, his jacket slung across the back of his chair and exposing his vest and chemise, and you had to keep yourself from shouting his name to catch his attention. 

Luckily for you, his attention was captured by your mere presence. His eyes found you instantly, and a smile crossed his face as he swept his arm towards him and the other men at the table. He beckoned you over several times before your feet finally started to move, and you crumpled the flyer in your hand as you made your way to the back corner. 

“I know you’d come,” Enjolras beamed. “Come, sit, would you like a drink?” 

“Oh, umm,” you started, eyeing the other men at the table. Any friend of Enjolras’s was a friend of yours, but you didn’t miss the odd ways that they stared at you, like they were seeing some fantastical being for the first time; almost like Enjolras had spoken of you and they didn’t expect to actually meet you. “Not now, but maybe later.” 

“Of course,” Enjolras said, and he tugged a seat over the table, where sheaths of cards laid out, in the middle of a game. “Here, you can sit here—“

“Uh, Enjolras?” one of the men asked. “Aren’t you going to introduce us to the lady?” 

“Hardly a lady,” you quipped before you could stop yourself. “I-I mean, why am I a lady if that title comes with consequences? Why am I not just one of his friends?” 

“Ah,” the man said. “So you’re the girl he’s been tutoring. Corrupting, as it were.” He reached over and jostled Enjolras’s arm, and your tutor rolled his eyes. “Tell me, how often does he speak about revolution during your lessons?” 

“Not often,” you said, and you playfully bit your lip as you considered your next words. “But enough for it to be a bother.” 

Enjolras gaped at you, his game still afoot, and he turned his nose up. “See, I told you that you shouldn’t have come,” he said. “I would only bore you with more revolution speak.” He took the cards back up in his hands and carefully began to shuffle them, and you took notice of the way his ink-stained fingers shook a little. Was he nervous? Surely not as much as you. 

“What if I wanted to come?” you asked softly. “To see you?” 

Enjolras smiled gently, and he carefully touched your hand, taking your fingers in his grip. “Well, that’s the best reason,” he said. “Because I also get to see you.” 

“I thought for sure you’d hate seeing me,” you told him. The conversation at the table had resumed, leaving you and the handsome older man to your own devices, and Enjolras shook his head. “That-That you wouldn’t want me around…” 

“I can hardly get enough of you,” Enjolras told you. “I hope you enjoy the meeting. Speak up if you have something to say.” With that, Enjolras stood from his chair and began to bang his fist on the table in front of you, startling you into a jump. His compatriots started to do the same, and it flooded the pub until you yourself were compelled to slam your hand into the table with them. The sense of camaraderie was astounding, and you laughed as Enjolras started to hush the crowd. 

“Citizens,” he started, and the eager crowd silenced themselves to listen to him. You had learned from him that equality among all meant no leaders, nobody with a higher standing or rank than any other person, but you could instantly tell that Enjolras was their leader. Everyone looked at him with bated breath, awaiting his words, and a shiver ran down your back at his authority. 

“General Lamarck lays dying,” Enjolras announced. “He is a supporter of the revolution, one of our first and strongest supporters. As soon as he dies, we need to do something. Paris is a powder keg, yes? And Lamarck’s death needs to symbolize something, it needs to symbolize everything. It is the spark that we need to make the whole of Paris go up in flames.” 

“Hear, hear!” one of Enjolras’s friends said, banging his fist on the table again, and a giddy excitement filled your chest. You looked up at him from where he stood, and you found Enjolras looking down at you, the hint of a smile on his face. 

“Take this woman!” Enjolras began, brandishing a hand out to you. Your face went cold then before flooding hot with blush, and you shook your head. 

“Mon ange, please, no,” you protested. “Not in front of everyone—“ 

“Strip her of her aristocratic clothes and what do you have?” Enjolras asked. “You have a woman. A woman with wishes, dreams, hopes! And there is no better way to ensure her success in the world than with…” He trailed off, looking to you, and you gulped, knowing what he wanted from you. 

“La révolution!” you squeaked, wholly unsure of yourself, but Enjolras clapped his hand down on your shoulder as the pub exploded with cheers and cries. You grinned at him as he squeezed your shoulder, and he leaned down to nestle his mouth right next to your ear, speaking so that only you could hear him. 

“How do you like it?” he asked. 

“I…” you started, and you reached up to gently touch his cheek, the rough stubble under your fingers. His hand went to cover yours, his eyes big as he watched you, and, under the commotion in the pub, you said, “I think you should kiss me.” 

He didn’t hesitate at all, reaching to capture your cheek in his hand, and he pressed his mouth to yours. Fireworks exploded in your chest as you held him close, your eyes fluttering shut to enjoy the kiss. You had never kissed a man before, and Enjolras was a good first kiss; his lips were soft, his mouth gentle, his grip soothing on your jaw. 

When you drew away, the din of the pub still raging as Enjolras’s friend spoke now, Enjolras suddenly looked forlorn, his eyebrows furrowing as he bit his bottom lip. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he said softly, and he tore himself away from you, grabbing his jacket from off the back of his chair. “I shouldn’t have—“ 

“Mon ange, wait,” you told him, and you grabbed at his hand as he started to walk away from the table. “Wait, what do you mean?” 

“I shouldn’t have just kissed you,” Enjolras told you. “That was a mistake.” 

“But why?” you asked. “I asked for it, and I liked it! I didn’t—“

“Because there’s no room for love in this,” Enjolras said, grabbing his hand away from you. He stepped away from you, and turned to the room, and he hesitated for a moment before he quickly scaled down the steps and made to leave the pub. 

“Wait!” you exclaimed, grabbing your cloak, and you chased after him, threading through the crowd. You finally caught up with him outside the pub in the cold air, and you grabbed his hand again and tugged him back to you. “Mon ange, wait just a moment, please!” 

“Stop it, don’t call me that,” Enjolras said quickly. He turned to you and you saw his cheeks red, his eyes aflame, but not with anger. He truly regretted kissing you, and your heart sank into your stomach. “I’m not your angel, as much as you wish.” 

“Don’t be mean!” you exclaimed. “What’s the matter? You said there’s no love in this? What is ‘this’?” 

“The revolution,” Enjolras answered. “Love means that one person matters more than others, there is no love in revolution, everyone is equal in everyone’s hearts—“

“But!” you huffed. “Why did you kiss me then? Just to play with me? I thought you were better than that.”

“Because I wanted to kiss you,” he told you. “I want nothing more than to kiss you, to have you be mine and mine alone, but I can’t just abandon all I’ve worked for for you. Falling in love is not what I’m supposed to do—“

“So don’t call it love,” you told him. “Don’t call it anything. We are… Citizens, comrades, yes? There’s no sense in being upset over something that doesn’t truly exist. If you can decide that I’m not high born and decide that I’m just a woman, then you can just as easily decide to not love me.” 

“But I do love you,” Enjolras said. 

“Just don’t call it love,” you said back. “Call it anything other than that.” 

In an instant, Enjolras stood closer to you, throwing his arms around your middle, and he tugged your body right on top of his. His hands explored your body, gripping your hips and feeling up your sides, and he pressed his forehead to yours. “How can I resist you?” he whispered. “My sweet girl, mon amour…” 

“Mon ange,” you whispered, brushing your nose against his. “Kiss me, my angel.” 

“I’ll regret it,” Enjolras warned you, and you shook your head. 

“Only if you let yourself regret it,” you told him. “Kiss me, please—” 

His hands cupped your jaw as he kissed you, his lips plush against yours again, and you clutched his jacket tightly to keep him from leaving you again. You could never let him go again, not as long as you lived. Enjolras held you tightly as well, equally as passionate about keeping you, and he broke the kiss with a gasp. “Mon amour,” he whispered. “You had an awfully hard time at your lessons today. I might need to come back tomorrow and give you some extra lessons.” 

“Yes, please,” you said quickly. “Yes, tomorrow, yes.” 

“So eager,” Enjolras chuckled. “Go home, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“What if I want to stay for the meeting?” you asked. 

“Do you really want to?” Enjolras asked with playfully narrowed eyes. “Or do you just want to spend time with me?” 

“Maybe both,” you teased him, and Enjolras smiled. 

“Go home, mon amour,” Enjolras told you. “I’ll see you as soon as possible. I’ll dream of you.” 

“I’ll dream of you as well.”

[adorkablenerd]

How To Defeat MC

(Or how to Defeat The Great Mammon p.2 lol)

Bruh I haven’t posted any fics in so long, I’m so sorry y’all 😭 I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing again tho!  I hope y’all like it and I’m also gonna put the link to the first one of these right below this!

1st part

Mammon x MC (Gender neutral)

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MC couldn’t help but feel like Mammon was plotting something.  They had been a bit on edge ever since Mammon declared he would get his revenge on them.  That was over a week ago, and he hadn’t made any attempts yet. It’s not like MC had avoided him either, as they had still been hanging out regularly.  MC couldn’t tell when he was going to attack, but they started wishing he would just get it over with.  This was all they could think about as they were sitting on the couch next to the demon, watching a movie in his room.  

“Oi, MC!”  They jumped hearing Mammon's voice call out to them.  They realized that they had been spacing out for a good few minutes and didn’t even hear the first couple times he said their name.

“Y-Yeah?”  They looked over to the demon on the other side of the couch.

“Could you pass the popcorn, it’s on your side.”  MC looked down to the popcorn bag next to their leg on the floor.

“Oh, sure. Here.”  They handed it to him and tried to focus on the movie, but couldn’t help but get lost in their thoughts again.  They almost jumped again when Mammon’s hand touched their forehead, pressing themselves to the back of the couch in surprise when they realized how close he was.  

“Are you feeling okay?  Your face seems kinda red and you’ve been acting so jumpy lately?”  The genuine concern in his voice made them feel a bit bad for making him worry.

“Don’t worry Mams, I’m fine, just… thinking about the essay we have due next week.”  They hoped that was believable enough, and by look on the demon’s face, it seemed to be.

“Aaah I see, I wouldn’t worry though, you always ace those, you’ll be fine!”  He smiled and gave them a pat on the head.  MC closed their eyes and leaned into the hand, warm and comforting as always.  What they weren’t expecting was the demon’s other hand to randomly trace under their chin, making them move away from the touch with a quiet squeak.

“M-Mammon?!”  He smirked at their reaction, moving on top of them to pin them onto the couch.

“You didn’t think I forgot about my promise, did ya?”  MC could already feel the giggles building up in their chest, of course they didn't forget, it’s all they had been thinking about for the past week.

“I figured all that waitin’ you made me do, I should return the favor.  That’s the real reason you’ve been so jumpy around me, right?”  As he spoke from his spot sat on top of their thighs, he hovered one hand over their tummy, the other pinning both of their hands down by their wrists, smirking down at them.  Sometimes it was easy to forget how strong he was, since he was always so gentle with them, but even now he was making sure his grip wasn't too tight.  

“If you knew, thehen why did you bother to ask?”  A small laugh couldn’t help but slip out as they tried to keep some composure, though the little they had was already crumbling.  

“Honestly, just wanted to see what you’d say, I wonder if you would’ve just asked for it if I waited a bit longer?  Guess you’re lucky The Great Mammon is super generous and won’t make you wait any longer.”  

“You just couldn’t wait any more yourself, cohould you?”  This time the laugh wasn’t just out of anticipation, but at the demon himself, always trying to play so cool, but usually just ending up looking too cute for his own good.  Just like now, face slightly flushed, knowing you had seen right through him.  

“Grr just stop talking and laugh already!”  He released their hands and quickly started squeezing their sides, causing them to let out a quick shriek and break into loud giggles.

“Nahahaha Mahahams plehehease!” Even with their hands free, there wasn’t much they could do, settling for holding onto his wrists, despite it doing nothing to deter the demon.

“Please what? Please keep going? Please keep tickling you? I think I can do that for ya.”  He smirked down at them, keeping his hands at their sides, but now scribbling his nails around the area.

“Yohohou knohow thahat’s nahat whahat I meheheant!”  MC felt their face heating up at the teasing and couldn’t help but squirm side to side, trying to dodge his fingers, but failing miserably.  

“Oooh, I’m sorry. You meant please tickle your tummy, didn’t ya?”  He moved his hands to their stomach, still using his nails to lightly scratch all over. 

“Nohohoho Mahahamon!” Mc could barely get out any words through their laughter.  They knew the demon could be merciless from seeing him wreck his brothers, but this was their first time being on the receiving end of one of his attacks, though they couldn’t say it wasn’t deserved.  

“Oh? Still not the right spot? How about your ribs?  Your underarms? Your neck?”  He quickly jumped from spot to spot, pinching their ribs, then spidering under their arms, and now tracing all around their neck.

“Eehehe yohohou’re soho mehehean.”  Both knew that that was a lie, and that if MC ever wanted it to stop, they could make him easily.  They also knew that it wasn’t necessary anyways, and that if asked or if they seemed uncomfortable, Mammon would stop on his own, but neither wanted it to end yet.

“You haven’t seen mean yet, human~”  MC felt a small shiver go down their spine at his tone.  They felt his hands moving down to their hips, one of their worst spots, at the same time his head lowered to their neck.  They closed their eyes, trying to prepare themselves.  After a bit, they realized he hadn’t moved at all, and peeked their eyes open just a bit.  They were greeted by Mammon’s grinning face right in front of theirs.

“Gotcha~”  That was the only warning they got before both of his hands squeezed at their hips and he began blowing raspberries into the side of their neck.  They let out a shriek and quickly broke down into high pitched laughter.

“NAHAHA W-WAHAHAHAIT!  MAHAHAMOHOHON!”  It was hard to think with how much it tickled, but they still couldn’t bring themself to say stop yet.  Mammon stopped the raspberries to allow a little relief and so that he could speak.

“Wait? Wait for what? I thought you’d be sick of waitin’ by now, or does it just tickle too much for ya’?”  MC felt like their face was on fire, it was unfair for him to be this good at both tickling and teasing.  

“SH-SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!”  Despite how bad it was, of course MC had to instigate it even more, it was just too fun to mess with the demon.  

“Tch, how rude, someone clearly wants more tickle tickle tickles then~”  He put his head back into their neck, this time lightly nibbling at the skin.  MC couldn’t help but let out a couple snorts at how tickly the action was.

“OHOKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY, IHI’M SAHAHARRY!”  Mammon took that as the sign to stop, instantly pulling his hands and head away and moving to be next to them rather than on top.

“That’ll teach ya’ to challenge The Great Mammon, remember this next time you plan on attacking me, human.”  Despite his prideful tone, he was keeping a careful eye on how MC was doing, making sure he didn’t go too far and ready to get them whatever they may need.  MC curled into his side, residual giggles still slipping out.

“Ahand you called mehe evil.”  They let out a yawn, feeling the exhaustion kicking in, and started drifting off to sleep, head in Mammon’s lap.

“Y’know, you’re pretty cute like this, all tickled out, I might have to do it more often.”  He smiled down at them, starting to feel pretty sleepy himself.  

“I wouldn’t mind, as long as I get to tickle you too.”  Hearing this, Mammon felt himself getting flustered again, but both were too tired to really care about what they were saying.

“I guess that’d be alright.”  They both had good dreams that night.

[zestrya]

Siblings Rivalry

The Kamisato siblings were nothing less than perfect, or at least, that's what the rumours around the college said, by now you were aware that one should never trust such rumours mindlessly, especially since after being stuck between the Kamisato siblings themselves a number of times, you were now sure that their "perfection" was nothing but a rumour that people senseless spread.

pairing:: ayaka kamisato x gn!reader; ayato kamisato x gn!reader

cw:: none; colege!au, fluff.

notes:: have been with this idea rotting on my head for months now, grr, but ayaka gave me strength to post it now.

Ayato and Ayaka

— one would say they got along well, quite like a perfect family

— but those who knew the both of them for a bit longer would know that couldn't be farther from the truth

— being the type to argue over petty things, the both of them could be considered to be insufferable (by thomas's words)

— you on the other hand would rather say that they were simply... annoying

— usually they make both you and thoma pick sides, fuming in rage if you both try to keep things balanced

— ayaka choose you the strawberry frappe, but you'd much rather have the unnecessarily expensive expresso ayato recommended, wouldn't you? choose a latte, the mildness could be a nice change of pace

— ayato invited you to a business party, but oh my, ayaka's concert is on the very same day! actually you have a group project reunion that day, so sorry

— honestly, at times you just wished they wouldn't make things so much bigger than they actually are

— still, when you end up having to actually choose one side, be sure to make up to the other later, okay? or else they'll sulk for a whole week and it can be quite the headache

— they have a very good team work though

— years of playing pretend did make them learn about it better than anyone

—they're very good at keeping their potential rivals at bay by maintaining your schedule packed full

— when that doesn't work they can just make threats with a polite smile, scarily enough, it always seem to work

— but even with all that they're really good friends

— they try to make you feel at ease with them even if your upbringing is different from theirs

— if you ever feel burdened to accompany them to a party, they'll be sure to not insist

— instead, why don't you recommend them a place where the three of you could go together?

— ayato and ayaka will do anything in their power to make you feel better, and with the kamisato in their name, believe me, there's not much they can't do

— the siblings care greatly for both your wellbeing, so let them take care everything, won't you?

Ayaka Kamisato

— the sweet himegimi of the kamisato clan

— the very definition of purity, many may say

— you also believed in it before you got to know her for what she is

— your first encounter with her was with a theater piece you were participating under venti's urging

— “i won't let them use my work unless you participate as my muse” his smile gave away how amused he felt with the situation, even when he despised the thought of sharing works about you with someone else

— with much arguing venti let you off the hook of acting as a protagonist, instead playing the protagonist attendant

— the kamisato would play your original role instead, acting as your master and the center of the stage

—she helped you during all of the trainings with immense patience, you even felt bad for her

— but she was enjoying it far more than acting alone as usual, it was like having a real friend for the first time

— the training went by fast and when it finally came to the show day you felt as if you'd panic

— but then ayaka, like the saviour she was, took you hands in her and saying you'd do good and to just look at her if you, didn't know what to do

— and it surprisingly worked, the kamisato covered for your every mistake with perfection and no one seemed to notice

— after this you thought you'd never see her again, after all she was one of the most popular girls around the college

— but one day you just found her waiting for you in front of you class, deep blush painting her expression as she asked if you wanted to be friends with her

— heart attack! the only response you could offer was a quick nod, being as flustered as her

— when you accepted, she took your hands with the brightest smile you'd ever seen, quickly dragging you to get acquainted with her other friends

— she was still quite shy even after months of friendship, but she was surprisingly clingy with you

— everyone warmed up to you quite quickly, especially thoma, who instantly understood that his best friend may have a little crush on you

— days with her lean more on the calming side, her attitude reminding you of a curious kitten at times

— you get reminded really often of how she made part of a higher class of sorts whenever she was amazed by a simple coffee downtown or some hobbies of yours

— that however was kinda cute, since she was always eager to try anything with you

— thoma always tried to help the girl with her helpless flirting skills, setting up dates or ways to make her earn some points with you

— expect lots of hot pot parties upon thoma's urging, all of them who end in a sleepover on one of your houses

— but your obliviousness made the both of them speechless

— she'd invite you to every single show she was participating, at times even inviting you to watch her brother model and badmouth him

— she was really happy to just spend time beside you, but please, notice her intentions quickly

— she may not be able to maintain her perfect facade for long if you start to spend much more time with those she acknowledge as rivals

— and honestly, she fears so much you'd disapprove of her after she argues with someone you're friends with

— for now though, she'll be happy enough with hand feeding you with the highest class cakes and pastries she bought especially for you

Ayato Kamisato

— you wonder to this day how you even got friends with him

— you got acquainted with him considerably later than with ayaka, with reason too

— he's in his last year of political science, a major quite know for the growing animosity between it's students

— he got interested in you after he saw his own little sister wandering too much around someone, a little curiosity of sorts

— he dropped by one of your hot pot parties by chance to talk with thoma

— but the way his eyes sized you up the whole time he was there gave his intention away, that is, for ayaka and thoma at least

— being too intimidated by his presence you didn't even dare to look at his face the whole time

— after that uncomfortable first meeting you could only hope he wouldn't come to you, demanding you would get out of ayaka's life

— however the older kamisato head seemed to function in strange ways

— the next day he just appeared in front of the college with a luxury car, saying he wanted to talk with you

— you know, like a mafia boss

— and of course, you, scared shitless, ran like your life depended on it, leaving an utterly confused ayato there

— fortunately the misunderstandings were solved the next day while thoma poked fun at you for your reaction

— the friendship between you bloomed quite easily, as, despite his appearance, ayato was the friendly kind

— however he, differently from ayaka, couldn't seem to hide his diamond spoon nature

— if ayaka's curiosity for new things was cute, ayato's felt condescending

— he'd spew shit like "oh, so that's what common people usually eat"

— excuse me, sir? he said such things as if he didn't mix the most disgusting things into his drink daily

— though ayaka saw him as a rival, he wouldn't say he loves you, yk, like a liar

— dude has been seeking you out the whole day with that dumb lovestruck gaze of his

— also, the way he'd just nonchalantly give you expensive gifts at if it was nothing

— “it just made me remember of you, nothing much” this diamond encrusted locket that cost at least 7 months of a normal wage worker..? sure, if you say so

— honestly, man's whipped, he's just afraid to admit it

— don't take him wrong though, he'll try to pursue and do things right, just wait until he can calm his mind down first

— also, please, let ayato spoil you, he's not that good phrasing his affection for you, so intead let him show you off otherwise

— dressing you prettily/handsomely and taking you to a dinner night

— talking about unimportant things until the break of dawn

— he's way too fond of your presence, too bad you can't seem to notice it, don't worry though, for he has enough patience

— and otherwise, some dirty tricks to keep you bound to the kamisato's could work too

[natsuki208]

Imagine the alternate story of Wish ended like this:

I believe Star would have his own wish by the end, and he wishes to become human so he can stay on Earth with Asha. The wish is granted, pouring all of his magic into a magical wand fulfilling Asha’s wish - to help Rosas and grant their wishes to come true.

Some time later, their coronation as the kingdom’s new king and queen commences. Valentino is there with them alongside Dahila (who now bakes cookies shaped like them), and of course all of them celebrate happily.

-

*Meanwhile in the castle’s dungeon, where Magnifico and Amaya are trapped in the guarded, broken staff*

Amaya: GET YOUR FILTHY, SELFISH SELF AWAY FROM ME!

Magnifico: OH SHUT UP, WOMAN!

Amaya: DON’T YOU TELL ME TO SHUT UP!

Magnifico: GRR, I KNEW I SHOULDN’T HAVE TRUSTED YOU WITH THAT MAGIC!

Amaya: TRUSTED?! AFTER ALL THE WORK I PUT IN FOR YOU, YOU FINALLY ADMIT YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME! WHAT’S A WOMAN GOTTA GO DO HAVE SOME RESPECT AROUND HERE?!

Magnifico: I SAID SHUT UP!

*A guard walks by*

Guard: Hmph. Finally, they’re talking sense.

[shiningwonderland]

Camus (All Star) Memorial

Translator: Mimi (Twitter: _mimisaurora)

Memorial 9 - Forcibly Recruited

“He will be… coming through here soon.”

I checked the time using my pocket watch as I hid myself behind one of the building walls. 

I thought over the information I had already verified many times once again. 

My target's name was Shining Saotome. 

His real name, age, and most other details remained unknown.

Her Majesty the Queen had assigned me the mission of finding the man who visited the Silk Palace nearly ten years ago.

And to confirm that he and Mitsuo Saotome are the same person.

As soon as it is established that Shining was indeed Mitsuo, a new order would be given to me by Her Majesty.

However…

I initially believed this would be an easy assignment, but the target's profile had been thoroughly redacted.

It was said that a person was taken out for even trying to know that name.

“You are not a native of our country, and yet you hide your name…”

Saotome supposedly made a living singing, dancing, and acting a fool.

For what reason would such a man, who is not of noble birth, hide his name?

“Now the only way forward is to approach him personally.”

I was going to pose as a fan and attempt to get his attention, expecting him to emerge soon from the building in front of me.

That was my plan. 

The setup was that a foreigner has come all the way to Japan to meet Shining Saotome. 

I knew that "idols" are not to easily dismiss those who claim to be fans.

I checked my outfit once again. 

A plain T-shirt and jeans.

While reluctant, I dressed myself as an ordinary citizen would in this country.

This should not raise any suspicions.

The way I speak to him should be polite.

People in this country use different words depending on the context, which made things tricky.

I had only learned Japanese just before I came to Japan, so it was still rusty in some places, but it shouldn't have negatively impacted the mission.

“Your Majesty… I swear to get you the information you wish to see.”

Her Majesty often wore a miserable face, but she always looked so happy when talking about Saotome.

Although she never shared why, I supposed he was someone very important to her.

“... No matter what.”

That’s when there was a sudden commotion coming from the area where Saotome was scheduled to exit the building from. 

All I could hear was a chorus of high-pitched screaming.

“What….?”

I had not anticipated this. 

I quickly surveyed the scene and quickly assessed the situation. 

Sure enough, Saotome appeared from inside the building.

The problem being…

It was not only Saotome, but also other idols from the agency with him.

“Kyah!! Ryuya!”

“Ringo-chan’s here too! Look this way!”

A foolish crowd of people swarmed around Saotome and his colleagues, shrieking and yelling.

“...What a pain.”

This will prevent me from approaching the target.

“You lot… get out of the way.”

“The hell. You shut your trap!”

“Wha… You animal.”

I gripped one of the women by the shoulder, but as she turned to look back, I was dealt a blow with an elbow to the side of my abdomen.

I stopped breathing for a second and fell to my knees.

“Guh… How dare you attack me…”

I thought about giving her a rude surprise right then and there, but the woman in question disappeared into the crowd, squealing and giggling. 

I quickly reminded myself that this was not the time to get involved with someone so insignificant.

The enthusiasm resembled that of a festival. What was there to get so excited about when anyone could watch any number of "idols" on TV?

“Grr… What to do…”

Hundreds of "fans" have Saotome and his group surrounded so closely they can't even be seen from here.

So what shall I do? Retreat from here for now…?

However, Saotome's schedule also remains a mystery.

He even often takes last-minute unscheduled activities, as if on the lookout for any attempts on his life.

If I miss out now, who knows when the next opportunity will arise to approach the target.

“Fine. Until I overcome every obstacle.”

I am not one to back down from something like this. 

But I would also prefer not to try to fight through this crowd of fools.

So in this case.... I will go up. 

I ran my eyes over to the building beside me. 

There was a fire escape on the side facing this way.

I wasted no time in ascending the stairs. 

I jumped up with the momentum of putting my hand on the handrail. 

The building was not very tall, so after repeating the process a few times, I soon reached the rooftop. 

If I leaped over to the next building, Saotome and his crew would be directly below me.

“It doesn't matter how far you go to keep yourself surrounded, it's futile if you keep your top open... Saotome.”

I leap forward and free-fall to land directly behind my target.

My sudden appearance startles and elicits a different kind of scream from the people around us.

“EH!? W-What’s going on!?”

“Someone dropped down…!?”

“Pardon me, Miss.”

I shut her up by turning around and offering her a smile.

Once I'd caught my breath and straightened my disheveled hair, I turned to my target once again.

“Good afternoon.”

The idols standing next to him stood there dumbfounded.

Why are those bastards looking at me like that?

The only one who didn't seem to be fazed in the slightest was Saotome.

As expected of the man whom Her Majesty cared about.

“You’re Saotome-san, right?”

I spoke with a smile, and the tall man by Saotome's side interrupted me by stepping forward.

“Wait… Who the hell are you? What business do you have with the president?”

He held a fierce gaze. I was sure that this man was an idol, but he probably doubled as a bodyguard as well. 

I replied with a smile, maintaining my distance from him.

“I’m terribly sorry. I would like to talk, not to you, but to Saotome-san. That's Mitsuo Saotome-san, correct?”

I called him out and sought his response.

Well, how do you respond?

“What~? I’m Shining Saotome. Maybe you've got the wrong guy?”

Saotome twisted his head around quizzically.

He showed not the slightest indication he was upset. 

I knew he was no ordinary person.

“But…”

Saotome nagged his thick finger at me as I was about to go on the offense. 

“It’s impolite to ask for a name without providing yours first? Understand, BOY?”

“Calling me a boy… is rude.”

I recognize I am young, but I am still an established earl.

It is disgraceful to a nobleman to be underestimated as a young man.

“Are you not a boy? Then who exactly are you?”

“Hmph.”

I adopted a formal demeanor and announced with dignity.

“If you ask, I shall answer. I am Earl Camus, valiant and proud sword of the Silk Palace!”

Then, surprisingly, there was commotion in the background.

“What’s this? A drama?”

“An impromptu performance in a place like this?”

“Huh? Is this guy a foreign talent?”

“Ah, he’s super cool!”

The crowd of fools began to squeal once again.

…What’s so entertaining about this?

Saotome continued to maintain a nonchalant attitude and shrugged his shoulders.

“OH. So you’re an Earl. It is an absolute honor, however, speaking to me without an appointment first is a no-no.”

He cheerfully but mercilessly announced and turned his back on me.

Great.

“Is that so…. But I am a big fan of yours, and have traveled all the way from my homeland just to meet you….”

I slumped my shoulders and as he was about to walk away, watched as his back tensed.

Heh… all according to plan.

The foolish people who surround us would be grateful for such an opportunity. 

In the presence of so many people, it would be impossible to neglect me now.

“Hm? A fan…?”

Saotome turned around and lifted up his dark-tinted sunglasses.

“Hmmmmmmm.”

He brings his face close to mine, sizing me up.

“W-What…”

I momentarily flinched and his lips parted in a grin.

“Or… what you’re trying to say is… you want to be an idol like me!”

…Huh?

“A huge fan of mine is going out of his way to become my protege…. I'm impressed!”

Saotome's huge hands gripped mine.

“Wow! How wonderful! The Shining Agency’s first foreign talent! I welcome you with open arms!”

The woman next to Saotome bounced happily, and the crowd around began to make a fuss again.

“Hold on. What’s going on?”

“He just showed up and volunteered to be his apprentice.”

“His drive is amazing! Such a beautiful guy would do well in Japan, don't you think?”

“I’ll be his first fan!”

“N-No! Absolutely not!”

“Nice timing! The age of globalization is upon us! I was just thinking that our office could use new talent from outside of Japan!

“I don't give a damn about your affairs!”

“Hmmmmm. But you’re already here.”

A broad smile broke out on Saotome's face.

I had such a bad feeling about it that it sent chills down my spine. 

For me to be so afraid…

“YOU, can you sing?”

“O-Of course… There's nothing I can't do.”

“Yes, good, that is very nice!! You should also grow your hair out! And wear a suit too!”

Saotome, despite my being upset, kept going on and on.

“I cannot, however, serve anyone but Her Majesty the Queen…”

I had no idea at the time that Her Majesty would be so supportive of my joining the agency.

“....Sigh.”

I let out a heavy sigh unbecoming of a nobleman, looked up from my open book, and scanned the backstage area.

From then on...

I thought that Her Majesty would obviously disapprove of this.

However, after being ordered to join the agency and look for information on Saotome, it was impossible for me to disobey

In the end, I ended up becoming the first foreign idol to be affiliated with the Shining Agency.

And… a few years passed.

I discovered Saotome's true identity, including a memento belonging to Her Majesty, and acquired most of the information I needed.

My duty has now changed to that of security service.

The directive has changed, but I am still part of the agency. 

But ...

When looking around, one is left wondering if this is really an idol agency.

They were all a colorful assortment of entertainers. 

There was a person who dressed themselves as a woman, a fried chicken guy, a man pretending to be a rocker and someone who I was sure wasn’t even human…

I sighed, ripped open the bundle of stick sugars with my hands and quietly poured them into my coffee cup.

“Am I… the only sane one here?”

…Why are they all staring at me at once?

[empressofthesunslittlecorner]

Back again (A late Update)

Hi, my loves!

I'm really, really late with my announcement that I'm back from my summer break, I mean it's already November XD

I just started writing new stories again and forgot to make it XD

I have to take better care of this blog too.

So if you follow my main blog, you have seen that I started 3 Naruto FFs, 2 Final Fantasy 7, updated my Demon Slayer FF and finished To Belong and Cancelled Together, We Map the World and My War.

Yeah, I was productive.

Sadly not all my FFs have the success I wish.

For example, I really worked hard on my Final Fantasy 7 one, Anomaly, but the comments are not what I wish. -_-

To this day my most favourited, loved and commented FF is freacking Isekai'd as Chloe!

I ask how, how, this one and my others not?!

Writing is really a pain in the butt. :/

You plan other FFs out, try to be creative and new and some stupid idea you had at 3 a.m. is the boom.

I think I know how Sir Arthur Conan Doyle felt now.

Did you know he hated writing for Sherlock Holmes? After the success, he had with the first books he knew he never again would be successful with another book than with Holmes and that pissed him off.

That's why he killed him.

And then on demand of his fans made him alive again.

Isekai'd as Chloe is my Sherlock Holmes.

I can't say how much I hate this FF! I want to delete it and set fire to it because I have a feeling none of my other FFs will ever be as loved like Isekai'd as Chloe.

This makes me so angry.

Will I go down in fandom history with this Reader-Insert and my other fanworks will be just footnotes?

This makes me really sad.

And angry.

Stupid Isekai'd as Chloe!

Grr!

Okay, enough with the whining I said my bit, I will just hope for the best.

So you probably wonder what the schedule will be.

Right now I want to concentrate on Nothing is True, since I have a nice person on Ao3 who always comments and makes me happy to write.

And on Maiden of the Moon, since I'm rewatching the anime Demon Slayer ^^

I got a nice new comment for it on fanfiction.net ^^

I can't repeat myself enough times COMMENT, COMMENT, COMMENT, if you want that story to get updated!

This was all for today, I think.

Until next time, my loves!

[gavinsmg24]

My poor babygirl. I hope you know that in all my worry and posts and prys for love n silly I’m never upset or mad. Or pushing. I’m still just leaving you things for when you come back. And I know you’ve been having a rough time. It makes me smile that you think of me even when you can’t be here. That’s sweet hehe. But don’t let it get you too down! I’ll still be here. Promise! 🙈

I hope you can get settled soon. I want my poor baby to be Able to take a long sleep. A hot bath and a yummy meal. Id prepare it all if I could!

Princess. Like. I’m so proud. I never knew how things would turn out. And I’m not happy that this is how it turned out. But I’m only glad that once the situation became bad or too much you found a way away. Moving in with steff. Makes me smile. I feel like she’ll be good. Or at least a neutral roommate. I’m happy you got all your stuff moved or what you could anyway. Gosh doing so much stuff in such short time. Grr. God he’s such a jerk. I know the stuff he’s possessing probably isn’t even his

That doorknob part made me smile. Like. It makes me happy you did something to get at him. Go my H! 🥳

It sounds like you’ve been busy. Which I figured since you’ve been gone and also like. You said that lost time hehe. I’m just. So proud princess. I know you probably feel exhausted and annoyed and maybe getting to a dark place but. Hey! I’m here! And you’re making me proud! You’re efforts aren’t unseen! And I hope here soon you give yourself some absolute lounge time! Of course doing things makes you happy too but! On an off day. Sweats n baggy shirt. Make some breaky. Watch some shows and snack. Hit the bong. Play some games. Maybe go on a drive. Watch a movie take a nap. Eat out! Idk! Just! You deserve to fill all the fun meters back up! I wish I could spoil you rotten. I’d take you to dinner and do everything I just said with you. Massages too to ease the soreness

I’ve been good! Just been working and hanging with the bois as usual. Idk what I’ve done or what I’ve said. The fights I know I said and you responded to that. Made me smile that you enjoyed my emotions 🙈 hehe

Anyways. I might have said but I applied to culvers. I’ve applied to a variety of jobs. Mainly ones close just so I could pick up some hours. Idk if you’ve been there or know what that is. I’ve been there like once and don’t even know the food so. We’ll see. I have a 2nd interview Friday. Just a part time job to make extra money

Ummm. Starfield came out on game pass. A new Bethesda game. It’s basically skyrim in space. Pretty neat. Id play it for you or watch you play :+)

And finally! It makes me smile and I know that Im silly and say things like I wonder if you think of me. And it’s selfish but also when I say it I dont mean it over everything else like. You know that but. Of course id rather you not think about me at all and be able to focus on you so you can get to a less stressful state. Mwah. I’m here and thinking of you but don’t worry about me as much. I’ll be here. And I’ll be okay :0) honk! Eskimo kiss

You’re sweet! But thank you🙈 and again. Don’t be sorry! And I’m happy to be able to give you any kind of support. I do support and love you and I will always acknowledge your efforts and existence. What you do isn’t for nothing or no one. Even if it’s silly. I’m rooting for you. And I’m proud when you do your best and succeed 💜🧡

You couldn’t be more real in my eyes. I wish you could be even more real in front of me hehe 😖

Eee you reposted my post 🤭 I thought the same thing!! Which makes me smile bcuz I thought it was silly. I saw it and I literally was like. Oh my gosh. That’s her. That’s me. And 🥺 she’s hugging my face :,+) I need u 🙈 sorry! Ah! Rawr!

Anyways. Finally responding. It sounds like your still busy. So please. Take your time. I’ll be here whenever you have time or want to be here. Much love. Take care of yourself! remember. WWJD

What would J do! Mwah mwah mwah (head, eskimo, kiss)

[bluepenguinstories]

Duck, Duck, Goose Issue #8

The next day:

Reports went out on the news about the destruction at the museum. Speculations ran and much of the blame was laid upon Goose Woman and Raccoon Woman alike.

Nemesis had noticed this time, and didn’t have to be told by Mac.

It’s not entirely untrue, but I wish they realized what really happened.

At the cafeteria of their university, Nemesis relayed what happened with Mac. He had in his hands a turkey sandwich as well as a protein shake. Nemesis, meanwhile, had a hamburger, a side of chicken strips and french fries, and mashed potatoes on her plate. Her arms were covered in burns and bruises from the night before, as well as a bruise on her forehead.

“I swear, if I was rich I could solve so many problems,” Nemesis complained.

“But that’s the problem, huh? The people who are rich enough to do so aren’t the ones solving those problems,” Mac argued and took a bite of his sandwich. With a mouth full of food, he added, “in most cases, they’re the ones causing more problems.”

“I could get that guy a job. I could stop Raccoon Woman from stealing. Instead, I give out half of my paycheck to get her out of there, and other guy gets away.”

“Don’t beat yourself up. Save it for those who piss you off,” Mac tried to be encouraging.

“Grr. Yeah,” Nemesis shook her fist.

“Look on the bright side, too: you stopped her from stealing this time. Even she technically still got what she came for.”

“I just wish I knew what she was doing all this for...like, last night she said it was for an expensive date with a girl, so I know that she’s seeing someone. You’d think that means the flirting would stop but somehow I doubt it. Anyway, that doesn’t explain why she was stealing all those other times before. I even asked her about it and she refused to tell me and I think she even got mad.”

“It must be a sensitive subject,” Mac suggested.

“Sensitive, and something she needs a lot of money for. I’m no closer to solving that mystery, am I?”

“No, I’d say you’re not,” Mac shook his head, “and being convincing has never been your strong suit. I only told you my story after you followed me around the whole afternoon.”

“Ah,” Nemesis smiled, “those were simpler times.”

“Right. The simpler times when you got beat up by drug dealers. Those simple times.”

“Well, even if I don’t know now, I’m not going to give up. On her or on helping others in general,” Nemesis steeled her resolve.

“Right. That tenacity of yours is your strong suit. Other than you physical strength.”

A couple nights later, Nemesis didn’t have work that evening, and instead, she went out on the dinner date with Gracie at a fancy restaurant called Eau de Chatte. They were seated at a circular table in the middle of the restaurant, with what looked to be over a hundred other guests there that evening. On each table were small candles, and above their heads were chandeliers. The walls were painted a murky chartreuse color which gave off the atmosphere of a séance.

“So here we are, the Eau de Chatte, a place only the fanciest of fancy people go,” Gracie introduced with her hands gesturing around the room.”

Nemesis happened to be wearing denim overalls that evening. Gracie had on a tuxedo, with a black skirt below which blended in well with her tuxedo to the point one would be surprised to find that it wasn’t a tuxedo dress.

“It’s quite fancy indeed,” Nemesis looked around and was mesmerized by the wait staff in their fancy attire and the commotion around them. “Do you know what you want to order yet?”

“Eh, I’ll probably go escargot. I know it’s one of those stereotypical ‘fancy’ meals, but better try it once than never try it at all, right? What about you?”

“I’m thinking spaghetti. I’m a simple gal,” Nemesis replied.

“Really? Spaghetti? At a place like this?” Gracie teased.

“It’s about the atmosphere, right? I could order a bowl of cereal here and it would still be fancy.”

“You got me there!” Gracie laughed up a storm. While laughing, Gracie noticed the bruises and burns on Nemesis’s arms.

“What happened there?” Gracie pointed.

“Oh, my arms? Yeah, I was having trouble with some furniture the other day. Some metal stuff fell on me. Quite unpleasant.”

“Oh dear. Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah. What you see is the worst of it. I hardly even feel it. Especially when I’m in…” Nemesis paused before choosing her next words, “...the moment.”

“I really hope you’ll be more careful. If you ever need help with furniture, hit me up and I’ll lend a hand. I may not look strong, but I can lift a couch or something.”

“Thanks. I’ll try to keep it in mind.”

Even when the food arrived, they mostly stared at each other. In between them was the flame of the candle, yet the warmth between them was something Nemesis was sure would have still been there even without a flame.

“Did you hear about the local museum?” Gracie asked in between bites of her escargot.

“Yeah. Shame. Guess there won’t be any museum dates any time soon,” Nemesis replied.

“It can’t be helped. The damages were pretty heavy. I hear they moved the items at the museum to a vault in an undisclosed location while they work on repairs.”

“Here’s to a speedy recovery,” Nemesis raised her glass of water and Gracie raised hers as well.

“You know, we can still go to art galleries if you want. Not going on a museum date isn’t the end of the world,” Gracie said.

“You’re right. I have a feeling we could go anywhere or do anything on our date, however exciting or boring, and I’d have a good time just because you’re there.”

Again, the two stared at each other and smiled.

“So what does this mean for us?” Gracie asked.

“Yes,” Nemesis answered.

“Yes, as in…?”

I was really hoping it would be as simple as that, Nemesis lamented.

“Yes, as in, ‘I know we haven’t known each other long and yet I don’t think that matters because I like you too’.”

Gracie gasped.

“Can I be pushy? Can we rush into more things? Can we throw caution to the wind, live life with reckless abandon?” Gracie bombarded Nemesis with questions as her excitement grew.

“I don’t know, but with you I feel like nothing’s too fast. Or at least, everything feels as fast as it should be.”

“Wanna hop on my motorcycle after this and spend the night at my place?” Gracie proposed.

Startled at first, Nemesis soon broke into a smile and leaned forward, “why not? The night is still young, and even if it wasn’t, it won’t be night forever.”

“Ah, but that’s the beauty of it, my love: one night can turn into two.”

“Tell me more.”

Nemesis hopped on the back of Gracie’s motorcycle after the two were finished with their dinner date. She held on tight to Gracie’s waist as Gracie did a wheelie before speeding off into the night. Down the highway they rode, Gracie with her helmet. Nemesis so desperately wished to put her helmet on as well, the one which she attached to her person at all times, but feared doing so would risk exposure.

They continued to ride on until they arrived at a suburban neighborhood and a near-skyscraper of an apartment complex. Gracie parked her motorcycle on an empty parking space and with a button on her key set, a box opened up from the ground and encased the motorcycle before lowering itself underground in a more secure storage box.

“How do you afford this?” Nemesis looked down at the parking space with wide eyes, then up at the apartment complex.

“What? Looks fancy? This is what I’d consider the ghetto. You go downtown and they have much nicer apartment complexes. My place is a dump by comparison.”

Nemesis had a hard time wrapping around such a thing. Mac’s house was huge compared to the duplex she had lived in. She never considered her adopted mom to be poor, nor that their duplex they rented out was tiny. Yet all these extravagant things she witnessed from seeing how others lived just made her think that maybe she really wasn’t all that well off.

When she entered Gracie’s apartment, she expected something akin to a mansion. What she got instead was a place just a little smaller than the duplex she lived in, and with only having one bedroom.

Still, she couldn’t help but be impressed by the large TV screen over the shelf with many drawers and buttons with slots for various media types to be inserted in. It could play cassette, VHS, CD, DVD, Blu-Ray, USB, SD Card, SSD, as well as several other slots she didn’t quite know the names for.

“Yeah, this thing’s a computer I built. I mostly use it for gaming,” Gracie explained. Nemesis felt a brief tinge of jealousy. Why do both of my friends have such cool computers? She asked herself.

“You game?” Nemesis asked Gracie.

“Nah, I’m usually either at work or thinking of ways to impress you. By the way, seems like it’s working,” Gracie smirked.

“Well...wow. Did you buy all this stuff?” Nemesis walked over to the couch and noticed all the buttons and ports in the couch as well. She pressed one and the whole couch began to vibrate. Another button transformed the couch into a sensory deprivation tank. She pressed the button again to turn it back into a couch.

“Ha! Buy?” Gracie laughed. “Nah. I found most of this stuff at a junkyard. Some of it wasn’t in the best condition, but it wasn’t broken beyond repair. Being a mechanic pays well enough for me to live on my own, but not to buy all this stuff. Not that it’s super expensive, being as they’re all a few years old. You’d be surprised at what people would throw away in favor of getting the newest models of things.”

“I really would, huh?”

Like many things, that was never something Nemesis gave any thought to. But all she could think in that moment was, damn, my girlfriend’s so cool.

“Ready to make your way to the bedroom?”

Nemesis nodded.

She didn’t expect much, and the bed wasn’t quite as fancy (a queen-sized, memory foam), but the black velvet sheets and covers made it all worth it to slide in. Gracie was the first to spread herself out as she made her way under the covers, her arms stretched out wide to invite Nemesis in. She slipped over and slid in, her movements clumsy and awkward until she found a warm spot in between to ease herself in.

Sighs echoed as the two found comfort in each other. Gracie began to toss and turn in place, sleep being the last thing on her mind.

“Quit squirming so much,” Nemesis groaned as frustration grew.

“I can’t help it,” Gracie sighed out, “I’m just so happy.”

“I’m going to lose my balance,” Nemesis shook her head.

“Then come in closer,” Gracie gestured with her finger.

Nemesis nodded and kept her hand in place while drawing in for a kiss. Gracie held her close while Nemesis drew her kisses down with each kiss.

“You even clipped your nails,” Gracie noted with a smile.

“Of course,” Nemesis looked up, confused, “I always keep my nails short. It’s just proper hygiene.”

“Oh, you goofball!” Gracie took a pillow next to her head and tossed it at Nemesis.

“Hey, what was that for?!” Nemesis grabbed the pillow and tossed it back at Gracie. Together, they laughed, and soon found their way back into each other as they drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Gracie showered while Nemesis lazed about in bed. She was woken up when Gracie patted her butt a few times.

“Hey. Wakie-wakie,” Gracie announced in a sing-song voice.

“Nnng,” Nemesis grunted and put the nearest pillow over her head, “I’m awake...I’m awake.”

“All right, sleepyhead. I’ll make you breakfast,” Gracie got up. About ten minutes later, smoke filled the air and Nemesis smelled something foul burning. Then the smoke detector went off.

Nemesis stormed up and grabbed the nearest broom, stabbed the smoke detector, then tossed the pan which contained burnt scrambled eggs into the trash. Still not in the brightest of moods, Nemesis forced a smile upon herself, even as her groggy voice betrayed her.

“Here, hun. I’ll make you breakfast. This is kinda my day job, anyway,” Nemesis reached into the fridge, grabbed a couple of eggs, and got to work.

Soon both ladies had plates of scrambled eggs with buttered toast and turkey sausages on their plates.

“Sorry about burning the eggs. I just wanted to impress you,” Gracie bowed her head down in shame.

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” Nemesis waved her hand away. “You impressed me plenty last night with your sweet moans.”

“Ha. How was I to know you’d be so good? You weren’t the best kisser the first time, not gonna lie. And I could tell you were a little clumsy last night. Still...hot damn.”

“I’m not good at all,” Nemesis shook away and took a big bite into her toast, “I just happen to have a good partner.”

“Well, I’ll have much to teach you,” Gracie giggled. “By the way, did you let your mom know you’d be staying over?”

“Yeah. I told her over text. She said it was fine. She’s never been one to disagree or get too mad at me. She’ll lecture me and worry about me, sure, but she’s never been one for conflict.”

“That’s a relief. My mom’s super strict on account of my dad having been something of a sleazeball. She was always trying to make me ‘proper’ and whatever so I wouldn’t be like him. I couldn’t wait to be out of there.”

“Really? What was your dad like?”

Gracie closed her eyes and frowned while shaking her head.

“Exactly as my mom said. He left while I was young. Well, mom left him. He was never really around much to begin with, always hopping around at some nightclub or lounge. Still, I see no reason why my mom had to go the other extreme and keep me on such a short leash.”

“Yikes. Yeah, I think when it comes to my mom...well, she’s not really my mom. I was adopted. My actual mom left me without a word and my father raised me only for him to be murdered just a couple years later. I barely remember either of them. Still, in some cruel act of kindness, my adopted mother probably wants to keep her distance so as to let me preserve my memory of them. Not that I have much of a memory left of either of them. All I have is the pain.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Nah. It’s really fine. And even if it wasn’t fine, I don’t think there’s much to be done. My father’s killer is far too out of reach and I have no clues as to what became of my mother. Though something Nicole, my adopted mother, told me recently made me think.”

“Yeah?” Gracie tilted her head.

“Yeah. She says she’s got a lot of resentment buried deep down, like me. Because of that she chooses to be kind. However, I would have never guessed she’s full of anger looking at her. If there were any signs or indications, I must have missed them. Maybe she punched things in secret? I don’t know.”

“Holding things in isn’t good.”

“Eh. That’s not what I’m concerned about. She’s forced herself to have this kind image in hopes to have her daughters to be kind, or at least that’s my theory, but in doing so, she’s made herself passive. Being passive-aggressive wouldn’t be good, either, but I think I’d prefer it over the passivity she’s put upon herself.”

“So what do you think the right answer is?”

Nemesis shook her head.

“I don’t know. Part of me wonders how she does it and if I can do so too.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you mad over something before,” Gracie pointed out.

“Oh, I’m mad about plenty of things. I wear my anger on my sleeve. I just...tend to have outlets for it.”

“Healthy outlets?” Gracie asked.

“I don’t know what healthy is. I make comfort food, not healthy food.”

“Yeah. I don’t know, either. But comfort food ain’t bad, right? You may not be a salad, but you can be my hotcake.”

“Is that supposed to be flirty?” Nemesis asked.

“Oh, come on! You could have at least said ‘aww’!”

“Ahaha!” Nemesis opted to laugh instead.

After a minute of silence, Nemesis thought to ask, “do you have any siblings?”

“A brother,” Gracie answered with a smile, “he’s away right now, but I’m hoping you can meet him sometime. I’m sure you two would get along.”

“I’d like that,” Nemesis agreed.

They continued to converse during breakfast until afterward when Gracie left for work and Nemesis showered, then ran off to her classes at the university.

About two and a half years had passed since then. Nemesis, now 21 years old. Gracie, 22. It didn’t take long after their first night at Gracie’s apartment for Nemesis to move in and bring her things over. Nicole Clemens, the mother Nemesis had appreciated, but never felt a connection with, begged for Nemesis to stay with tears in her eyes, but Nemesis just hugged her and promised that she would visit often.

Those visits were more sparse than often. Between school, her job, and nights out as Goose Woman, Nemesis didn’t find much time to come visit her previous home. Eleos and Dike would both write letters wishing Nemesis well, but Nemesis would just read them over with a loss for words, soon to forget all about them.

Often, Nemesis would try to make her nights out as Goose Woman short so as not to worry Gracie. Sometimes, she would be out a little later than intended and she would walk through the door only to be hugged tight by Gracie, wondering what Nemesis had been up to. Nemesis’s excuse tended to be, “I had to stay extra to clean up. There was a big spill,” or “traffic was heavy and the buses were late.”

Some nights, Nemesis would come home and Gracie wasn’t there. She didn’t think much of it, and when Gracie returned, she’d have a bowl of ice cream in hand with a large spoon that she had purchased at the nearest convenience store a couple blocks away.

Nemesis tried to make her time out as Goose Woman earlier in the day. It wasn’t quite the easiest thing to do, especially with classes she still had to attend. It was an inconsistent, rocky habit. Often times, when Nemesis went out at nights as Goose Woman, she’d run into Raccoon Woman trying to rob an art gallery, or a jewelry store. There was always something she wanted to steal, it seemed like. It also always seemed like the nights she ran into Raccoon Woman were also the nights she’d come home and not find Gracie there right away.

Neither woman suspected anything of the other.

At university, Nemesis was nearing the end, which meant that work piled up. On top of being short staffed at the diner, new foes which Trevor Treble sent for her to battle, and a loving girlfriend waiting for her at home, it was exhausting keeping up with it all. Still, she tried, and granted, she did have the weekends to rest.

But it didn’t take much for her exhaustion to come to a head one otherwise typical Wednesday.

It started with her waking up, almost late for her first class. Gracie had already left for work and left a note saying: “sorry, I didn’t want to wake you. Here’s some jelly toast. Love you much!”

Nemesis ran off to her first class with one slice of toast in her hand and the other in her mouth. Her movements were both hurried and sluggish and her vision was poor.

Just the night prior, she came home at 4 AM, with Gracie fast asleep. Nemesis joined her in bed, but didn’t wish to wake her. At most, Nemesis may have gotten four hours of sleep in total. The reason? Work legitimately wanted her to stay up later, she was trying to catch up with assignments that she was behind on, and a villain known as The Puffin appeared at the local zoo, looking to free the birds from their enclosures. It took a long runaround to both capture The Puffin and return the birds to their enclosures.

When she arrived to her first class, she was a few minutes late. She turned in her assignments, then passed out in her seat. The professor had to walk over to where she sat a few times and tap her shoulder just to wake her back up.

After class was out, the professor pulled Nemesis aside.

“Your grades are slipping,” the professor told Nemesis, “I haven’t said anything until now because up until a couple weeks ago, you were doing fine. What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Nemesis said while rubbing her eyes.

“You don’t know?”

“Well...I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately, but I’d say that’s normal for me. I don’t know why I’m having such trouble balancing things now,” Nemesis admitted.

“I understand you have a lot on your plate having both these classes and your job, but do make sure to take care of yourself, too.”

“Yes,” Nemesis bowed her head.

“Why do you want to pursue mechanical engineering?” The professor asked.

“I don’t know,” Nemesis admitted.

“You don’t know? If the passion isn’t there, why go after something so rigorous?”

Nemesis shook her head.

“No, I don’t mean I don’t know. I do know, I just...don’t know how to answer right now. I want to learn as much as I can because I want to be able to design and help create useful tools, like prosthetic limbs or wheelchairs or even prosthetic eyes for people who are blind so that they can see.”

“You do know that such technology already exists?”

“Yeah, but there’s still not enough. What if we could repair people’s spines or create new bones for people who have lost them? Even the technology that already exists, there are many with disabilities who can’t afford the resources they need. I would like to be able to help others have those resources, especially those who can’t afford the exorbitant price often put on said resources.”

“That’s quite noble of you. How would you accomplish such a feat?”

Nemesis paused.

“I don’t know...but, just because I don’t know doesn’t mean I don’t want to know. If an answer exists, I would like to find it. I don’t care if I have to help others in some back alley, but everyone deserves to have the help they need, don’t they?”

“You’ve convinced me. But it’s also clear you need some sleep. Go home. Get some rest. And come back in full spirits for next class. Got it?”

“Yes,” Nemesis bowed, then left the school.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t just go home yet. She still had her job to go to.

At work, she nodded off in the middle of cooking orders. The tickets over the grill became blurry, and most of the time she was good at reading even the worst of chickenscratch that the cashier wrote down (at least, when it wasn’t typed out in the computer due to malfunctions or system updates and writing was a necessity).

“Um, Nemesis. You’ve been staring at your spatula for over 10 minutes. We gotta get this food out,” one of the cooks said to her.

“What?” Nemesis swayed about and wasn’t sure who had just told her that, “I swear, I totally moved my hand. You saw it, right?”

The other two cooks managed to make the food even without her involvement.

“Here,” one of them pushed her out with the tray of food. “Bring that to the table next to the fish painting. You know the one. Mackerel.”

“Mac or Earl?” Nemesis asked.

“Just go!”

I have a friend named Mac, Nemesis thought, it’s been a while since we talked, hasn’t it? I’ve been so focused on school and Gracie and...well, there’s still my nights out as the goose…

On her way over to the table, she tripped and knocked the food onto the floor. She scraped her knees and felt sore.

“Um! Sorry! Sorry!” She apologized to the person in the two-piece shirt. Grey. Trilby.

She was dizzy as she stood and Rocko, the manager, ran out.

“What the hell is going on?!” He shouted, then looked at the mess on the floor, and on the stranger’s pants.

“She didn’t mean to,” the stranger spoke on Nemesis’s behalf. When Nemesis looked up, the term ‘stranger’ became apt, as all she saw was a grey striped blur. She couldn’t get a good look at the person’s face or if the hat was really there or just an extension of their hair. And their voice...was an echo of her own.

Rocko snapped his fingers and things became more clear. Yes. The stranger was wearing a hat. Their hair was brown and in a ponytail.

“Hey. You. Wake up!” He ordered.

“Aaah! Sorry!” Nemesis flinched. She hadn’t flinched in...she couldn’t recall the last time.

Maybe if I was more awake the last time I saw my mother… she thought, but then reminded herself, I think I was only 5 back then. I’m lucky to remember anything, let alone a blur.

“Go home, Nemesis,” Rocko said with a pat on her shoulder and a frown upon his face.

“But what about cooking?” She gasped.

“You’re tired. You need sleep. Go home and rest. I want you in tiptop shape by your next shift, got it?”

“All right…” She slumped forward with a glum expression. It certainly wasn’t the most dignified of days for her. Getting scolded by both her professor and boss.

At least I should be able to take a nap before I go out as Goose Woman, she thought.

At home, Gracie waved once as a silent greeting while in the other hand, she held a controller. Nemesis took a peek at the screen and saw some big muscle guy running around with a gun and shooting grotesque alien creatures with meat flying around the screen.

Nemesis walked around behind the couch and curled up next to Gracie, who wore short denim shorts and an oversized plain white t-shirt. She rested her head on Gracie’s thigh and began to plant little kisses along her leg.

“I’m so tired. They sent me home from work early because they said I need sleep,” she explained in a dull voice, “can you believe that?”

“Yeah, you were pretty out of it this morning,” Gracie replied without looking down from the screen.

Nemesis continued kissing along Gracie’s thighs and tried to kiss a little higher before Gracie shoved Nemesis’s head away and stopped her.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Gracie laughed, “you really need some sleep, hun.”

“But I wanna keep kissing you. I missed you. Let me rest my head between your legs,” Nemesis begged.

“I missed you, too,” Gracie looked down and smiled. She then ruffled Nemesis’s short hair. “It seems we hardly see each other on the weekdays anymore.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. We live together, remember? I’ll still be around. You will too. Now go get some rest, kiddo.”

She smiled as Nemesis sat up and puffed her cheeks and scowled. She took slow strides toward the bedroom, then collapsed upon the bed, face first.

At most, Nemesis slept for about three hours before getting up. When she looked out through the shades of the window, it was already dusk. Gracie was nowhere to be found.

Is she going out to get ice cream again? Nemesis wondered before shaking her head. I can’t worry about that right now. I gotta roam the streets as Goose Woman.

She waited until she was outside and hid behind a dumpster in the nearest alleyway she could find. Even then she had to be careful, as the convenience store Gracie liked to visit was only a block away from that alleyway.

Once she was transformed, she contacted Mac.

“Hey. It’s me. Any new activity?” Nemesis, now Goose Woman, asked.

“Mac isn’t here right now. Please leave a message after the tone,” replied what was clearly Mac’s voice.

“Very funny. Look, I’ll have you know I’ve been sleep deprived and I was sent home early at work.”

“Are you sure you’re fit to be flying around, then?” Mac asked.

“Ha! I knew you were there!” Goose Woman pointed at the little attachment on her wrist.

“Damn it,” Mac cursed.

“Anyway, yeah. I should be fine. I had a three hour nap earlier. I’m good to go.”

“That sounds like something an overworked programmer would say,” Mac groaned. “Someone like me. Anyway, your little girlfriend has been causing quite the ruckus around town. I hear there’s been items missing from the local home goods store. I doubt there’s anything particularly expensive there, but doesn’t stop the fact that this is clearly her handiwork.”

“You mean Raccoon Woman? She’s not my girlfriend. She flirts with me but that’s about it.”

“You know what? Yeah. You got this. Go get ‘em, tiger,” Mac sarcastically cheered her on.

“In other words, you’re done talking with me, aren’t you?” Goose Woman groaned.

The communication shut off.

Bingo, Goose Woman thought, before soaring off into the sky.

At the nearest Bed, Bed, and Beyond store, she saw a shadow with a bushy tail through one of the side windows.

Goose Woman circled around back and dropped in through one of windows on the roof. Sliding the panel off was easy enough. She managed to glide down without making much of a sound and right as she did so, she spotted the tricky raccoon with a large rub held over her shoulder with both hands.

“Put that down!” Goose Woman pointed at Raccoon Woman.

“Oh my, it’s the housewarming party,” smirked Raccoon Woman.

“Do you really need to steal a rug?”

“Eh, not really,” Raccoon Woman tossed the rug aside, “it wouldn’t have netted me much money. You on the other hand,” the thief did several flips toward the armored woman’s direction. Goose Woman tried to back away, but was too slow. Raccoon Woman put her index finger up to Goose Woman’s helmet. “Now I wonder how much that armor would go for if I were to strip you bare. Just thinking about how exposed you would be…”

Goose Woman swatted Raccoon Woman’s hand away.

“We’ve been through this routine several times before. You’re not getting my armor and I’m not going to let you get away with stealing. Tell me why you’re doing this so I can help you.”

Raccoon Woman did several backflips around the store until Goose Woman lost sight of her. She tried to chase after and just around the corner, she caught the raccoon with a high-end vacuum cleaner.

“I admit, it would net me, say...a bit more than a thousand bucks?” Raccoon Woman mused, “but desperate times and all that. My usual spots have all ramped up their security.”

“What is the money for?”

“Sorry, we’ve been through this several times before as well: I can’t tell you. This is something I have to do on my own.”

Goose Woman dashed toward Raccoon Woman, but her vision began to blur and she felt dizzy as a ringing in her head erupted.

No, not at a time like this, Goose Woman cursed. Next came a loud and audible yawn.

As the armored vigilante’s frame swayed about, Raccoon Woman tilted her head.

“You know what? Nothing here is worth stealing,” Raccoon Woman tossed the vacuum aside as well, “we can do this some other time. You’re clearly out of it.”

“N-No! I have to stop...er...help you. Or...something,” Goose Woman was trying to sort her thoughts out.

Raccoon Woman leaped and poked Goose Woman on the helmet. Goose Woman fell on her back and couldn’t keep her eyes open for more than a second at a time.

“Get some rest, hun,” Raccoon Woman urged, then found a blanket nearby and tossed it over her foe. Before leaving the store, Raccoon Woman folded up a piece of paper and wrote in permanent marker ‘do not disturb’, then left the building and fled into the night.

[phantaloon-books]

Things about Tower of Nero that I want to highlight to remember them forever:

Lu being an absolute badass woman, I just love her too much

Piper McClean being canon wlw, she was actually kissing another girl, we really fell in love in october

Chaos being canonically female (just chaos being mentioned as a deity rather than what's below tartarus)

nobody DIED, like no one on the good side at least?? yes plenty of beings have died throughout TOA, but nobody died in TON?? so many died in TLO and BOO, I expected to mourn someone and I didn't have too??! it made me so happy

solangelo. that's it. solangelo makes me happy.

will being incredibly supportive of nico, and instead of stopping him, going with him on dangerous adventures because he doesn't want to leave him alone. also them treating Nico's PTSD for what it is

WILL SOLACE CANONICALLY GLOWS IN THE DARK. HE'S A GLOWSTICK BABY.

also will just appearing at the gates of the throne room, glowing in rage because someone touched his boyfriend (and tried to kill his dad), and him just marching through everyone (everyone else letting him), just to pick up his hurt precious boyfriend and take care of him.

meg McCaffrey got her happy ending. she's baby, she deserves her family and her happy ending. also Lu being the mother and the 12 children being siblings?? that's one hell of a way to tell nero to fuck off and right his mistakes. we love meg.

dionysus being the best olympian after apollo. the duo content we needed, and now will never get

nico mentioning bob and how he wants to go look for him, because he can still be in tartarus

rachel still being a Total badass and hitting people in the eye with her blue hairbrush thus being iconic

meg acting as lester's anchor and only reason why he didn't let go of the ledge, not falling into chaos, is top tier 'reasons why I cried reading', because if you think about it, Meg is the first ever friend apollo ever had, and them being best friends is everything to me

also apollo choosing to go looking as lester rather than apollo because lester feels like home is on top tier 'reasons why I cried reading' too

again, the only thing apollo did in the end (once he was god again) that could be described as 'godly' was be in several places at once, fly his chariot, and get meg her unicorn

but apollo shooting fucking fire out of his hands is crazy asf, it was so cool. he really got amazing godly powers this book.

rick being bold enough to showcase abusive parenting knowing that a huge porcentage of his readers are minors, helping many realize that they could be in abusive households, and giving them a tool to reach out for help

apollo defeating nero was so satisfactory, because you realize in the end, that nero wasn't really a monster, he was monstrous, but still very much human (if only with some godly power), and pretty useless once he couldn't hide behind props and weapons, his being wasn't powerful, he was just under layers of protection

the jackson/blofis scene was so warm and loving, they really are willing to put their family in danger, baby estelle in danger, to help 'percy's friends' even tho she knew percy didn't like apollo, but she still takes in everyone who needs help, and paul being a loving and accepting husband

sally working on her SECOND novel, she really is having her best life

none of the big heroes from other series having protagonism, besides nico and will, instead giving the other kids from camp halfblood their chance to show they're just as worthy as the "heroes of olympus"

(still I would have loved to see a scene with everyone else, like the heroes of olympus guys, fighting together one last time, just for nostalgia's sake - I legit hoped to see percy and annabeth arriving with chiron in triumvirate tower, but yeah)

the arrow of dodona may have been a dumb, cringey, and slightly ridiculous thing at first, and I personally rolled my eyes everytime it said anything, but it knew what would happen from the start, and without its sacrifice, apollo would have achieved nothing. we stan one arrow

nico wearing a white cowboy hat. idky but it makes my heart swell with joy. he a gay cowboy

y'all know I love Apollo's arch, and I just gotta point this out. his trials, his time as lester, started with him falling to earth, and ended with him getting up after purposely throwing himself off the earth, towards tartarus, almost falling to chaos. that's really clever writing.

the olympians watching over him, and some actually being concerned for him rather than his progress.

poseidon not really giving a fuck about the world or council meetings anymore because percy's not there anymore

athena being the only one apart from artemis who trusted apollo could do it makes me warm fsr

lester deciding that the best way to retell his adventures is by singing is hilarious to me, he really thinks it'll solve everything

Grover not telling percy and annabeth jason died seems so funny to me, he really said "nah it doesn't matter much, field trip, yes"

"hey man" my heart broke in twenty million pieces. like I don't know where I expected to see jason. but that wasn't it. and it hurt me as much as it hurt apollo man.

(also I kinda hoped we would see nico summon his spirit or smth, but I'm actually happy nico realized that jason went by his own choice, and he was in peace, so he decided not to summon him, because it was alright. that hurt too)

kinda love how lester passes out after literally every battle. it reminds you that even tho he's apollo, his body isn't. I'm sure we all would pass out too if we did a quarter of what lester did in the span of 4 days. his body isn't made to endure that, it doesn't even have a halfblood endurance, it's a weak mortal body

the trogs were fucking hilarious. their screeches and grrs, idk there's something ridiculous and so childish about them, it's so fun

really happy that apollo never had a /real/ love interest (reyna doesn't count), cause that wasn't what his story was about. instead he got to make so many friends, and have quality time with them and his children, it's amazing

apollo being thankful people were telling him he'd grown, and was more human, because he realized that was the best thing he could have learned from his time as a mortal

also him saying fuck you man to zeus and his speech, like "no asshole dad, I did learn, I'm not going to see this as punishment, it was a great time in which bad things happened but I enjoyed it." yes, we love apollo not letting zeus win

getting to see what everyone will do now. nico and will figuring out rachel's prophecy, probs saving bob. rachel living her best life away from her parents. leo doing what leo does, always helping those who have no one else. the hunters' open storyline about this fox, possibly hinting at content? piper settling down in a quiet life is what she deserves tbh, she's earned quiet life with a cute gf, wish her the best. Frank and hazel being the best praetors, and I bet they will continue to be so. And annabeth and percy, who chose their happiness over all, at last

kinda wish we got to see someone still really miss jason after apollo becomes god again tho lmao like apollo missed jason more than the others, nico and piper being the exception. I mean, leo is fine and dandy, hazel and frank are okay, percy and annabeth are done mourning... I just we got to see any of them really mourning, rather than reading they mourned. it would have made it feel more emotional

the last conversation and the last words in general. "the sun always comes back" and "we're friends now. call on me. I'll be there for you" that shit got me sobbing my heart out. rick really managed to do right by the books and end it like he should have, unlike BOO. he took what made TLO good and used a similar formula. it's very different from "and for once I didn't look back", but it still fills you with warmth and the feeling that even though it's over, it's okay.

I'm just really emotional, this is all I can think about, but you bet I'm gonna add more when I remember

[xpao-bearx]

Part 1 HERE

NOTE: OMG I really wasn't expecting for the previous first part of Heavenly Sins to blow up as it did, but I just wanted to give a huuuge THANK YOU to all of you amazing folks!! 🥰🥰🥰 Your support truly means so fooken much to trashy ol' meh and y'all are the reason I am writing this story series in the first place :')

I do have my ideas, but I still don't know much yet of what to do or even how long (or short) this story will get. So, if you would continue to give me your mindblowing support, it would seriously mean the W O R L D.

I do, however, very much enjoy writing Negan in particular so far. He's one of my absolute fave characters ever and JEFFREY DEAN FUCKIN' MORGAN NEED I SAY MOAR?!? 🥵💕💕

But this second part will be focusing a bit more on our beloved sheriff Ricky boi! Of course, Daryl will also get some much deserved love and attention tho I think he will appear in the story a lil later on.

Also, if you ever feel compelled, you are more than welcome to take some inspo from this story and make your own imagines and such! I'd love to see 'em, so please tag me 😁

P.S. There won't always be long ass notes like this, only if I wanna say something or bring up whatever is important. Also, if you wanna be tagged on any new/future story parts, then just tell moi and I will dedicate the latest one to the people who wanted to be tagged!

DEDICATED TO: The wonderful @buttercandy16 💖

"Heavenly Sins"

Part 2

After your little spiel, you haven't spoken to Negan since then. But on the way home after church, you passed by his house and found him tinkering away on his motorcycle (which you previously learned he interestingly named Lucille) in the garage. Not being able to help yourself, you paused in your tracks and just curiously watched him for a while.

His leather jacket was off, revealing a plain white t-shirt. The shirt was quite tight, and you noted how it perfectly hugged the taut muscles of his chest. Your eyes then slowly trailed to his toned arms, adorned by tattoos you wished you had a better look at. He stopped briefly, placing his tools down before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

You didn't even think twice as your eyes dropped, hyperfocused on his abs. He wasn't the buffest guy out there, but he was lean and fit and--to put it bluntly--hot. A part of you screamed bloody murder to get a grip on yourself, to just turn your stiff body around and proceed on home. But another part completely squashed down those protests without even a fight; as if your pathetic excuse of a resolve wasn't even meant in the first place.

"Take a goddamn picture, darlin'. It'll last longer."

Your head snapped up, meeting the tantalizing hazel stare of Negan. His lips were curled in a smug smirk, and nevermore in your entire life have you wanted to both slap and kiss someone so badly.

But you only clicked your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare before (at last!) turning and walking away as you hid your blush. In the distance, his amused chuckle begrudgingly sounded like the sweetest fucking music to your ears.

♡♡♡

You woke up at 7:05 a.m. like you typically did the next morning, Monday. It was the dawn of a new week, and while most people dreaded it you actually didn't mind it so much. You had your job to thank for that.

Sure, it wasn't always easy, but it was worth it in the end. You loved teaching and spending time with the children, and you were even more ecstatic since you knew Judith was going to be at the daycare.

As you finished eating breakfast and preparing for the day, you grabbed your bag then went out the door. You opted to walk again today, the weather far too beautiful to miss plus the daycare really wasn't that far away.

Eventually arriving at your destination, you approached the daycare building's doors with a little spring in your step. Once inside, a young woman with her blonde hair high in a ponytail smiled and waved.

"Hi, Y/N! Goodmorning!" Beth Greene greeted energetically.

"Morning, Beth." You chuckled, the girl's radiant smile infectious. You've known Beth for some time now, especially since the Greenes were one of the oldest families in Alexandria and they were well respected. But you got along best with Beth, you thought she was the friendliest and she was also the latest hire of the daycare.

Stashing your bag away in your personal locker, you fixed yourself up a bit before getting your nametag and sticking it on your top. Looking up at the wall clock, you read that it was 7:50 a.m. Perfect, just in time for the kids' drop-offs.

You waited outside with Beth and the rest of the daycare workers, until finally the parents started rolling in. It was the usual; some of the children were wailing, snot snivelling down their nose as their embarrassed parents tried to tug them away from clinging onto their legs. You could only offer a sympathetic smile as you tried to help, while other children were much more relaxed and didn't even spare a second glance at their parents as they were dropped off.

"Well, that's about all of them." Beth piped up.

"Wait, we're still waiting for Judith." You said, searching for the toddler. "Rick said she'd be here."

Beth checked her watch, her brows creasing a little in worry. "That's odd. Sheriff Grimes is never late when he's dropping Judith off."

Just as she said that, there was a honk that disrupted the peace. You and Beth both spotted a crying Judith being held by Lori, the woman appearing utterly exhausted before her eyes locked with yours and didn't waste another second dashing towards you.

"Please don't run when you're holding Judith. Also, no honking is allowed on the premises." It was hard for you to keep the malice out of your voice, but you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back since you miraculously managed to not make it sound the worst it could get.

Lori raised a brow at you, but only handed Judith over to you. Judith immediately quieted down when she saw it was you, you cooing gently at her as she giggled and snuggled up comfortably against your chest.

"Rick will be picking her up later." Was all Lori said, pressing a quick peck on Judith's curly little head before parting ways. As Lori rushed back to the car, you saw Shane in the driver's seat shamelessly attack her neck with fervent kisses and you couldn't restrain an eyeroll.

"Fucking bitch..." You grumbled.

"Uh-oh. Bad!" Judith giggled again, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Right, right. Bad. Don't copy me, okay?" You laughed, completely forgetting about your aggravation as you rubbed your nose with Judith's and went inside.

♡♡♡

The rest of the day rolled along splendidly. No one threw a tantrum and for the most part, all the kids properly shared the wide assortment of toys and even did their activities orderly and on time. So, you decided to indulge them with a small yet much sought after reward.

Painting.

When it comes down to children, painting can be utter chaos. But you figured since they were being so good, you'd allow it. At the daycare you worked in, painting was quite a rare occurrence and that only solidified how much the kids adored it.

Once the materials were set out, it was a dizzying flurry of excited hands grabbing anything it could latch on to. As the kids went about doing their creative business, you found Judith all alone sitting in the corner playing around with some blocks.

"Whatcha doin' there, Judi?" You asked, sweetly calling out her nickname. "You don't wanna paint?"

"I wanna, but not with papers." She replied, shaking her head.

"Oh? Then where do you wanna paint?"

"I wanna paint on faces, but no one wants me to!"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to let you paint my face." You smiled.

"Really?!" Judith's whole face lit up, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around you as tightly as she could. "Thank youuu!"

You chuckled, ruffling her hair and watching as she happily gathered some paint and brushes.

♡♡♡

It was finally the end of a long day, and your face felt a bit itchy from the paint Judith put on you. But it didn't matter; as long as the little girl was happy, it was the best damn day ever.

You were holding Judith's hand as you waited outside for Rick to pick her up, and once he came up with his car Judith beamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice day?" His face looked tired, his greying beard making him appear slightly older than he really was, but his smile was genuine as he carried Judith in his strong arms.

"The bestest! Y/N lemme paint her face!"

"She did, huh? What did you pai--oh my god."

You bursted into laughter at his reaction, flashing him a toothy grin. "In the words of Judi: You're a pretty tiger! Grr!"

"Now that you mention it, I can see it." Rick joined in your laughter, nodding his head. "Looks like we've got a talented lil artist in our hands!"

"Daddy, I wanna paint your face next! You can be daddy tiger and Y/N can be mommy!" Judith proclaimed.

You and Rick flushed pink at the same exact time, but Rick was quick to clear his throat and change the topic. "A-Anyways, Y/N, how 'bout me and the kids give you a ride? Thank you for today, by the way."

"No problem, and sure! Thanks so much."

As you settled in the passenger's seat, two hands covered your eyes from behind. "Guess who~?"

"Hmm..." You hummed, making a show of thinking. "Are you an elf?"

"No!" The hands were removed, Carl popping his head out from the backseat to look at you as he laughed. "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry! You're just so short, I thought you were an elf." You teased good naturedly.

Carl huffed, sticking his tongue out at you. "Y'know, in a few years, I'll be way taller than you!"

Once Rick was done buckling Judith into her carseat, he took his place in the driver's seat and drove out of the premises. You just talked about anything that came to mind: work, the weather, Alexandria's local shops, etc. To anyone else, maybe it seemed like regular boring conversation. But speaking with Rick was truly one of the highlights of any of your days. He was extremely easy to talk to, and he never failed to cheer you up. And it was obvious Rick was the same. He was allowed to simply be himself around you; to loosen up, momentarily forget about the stress and sometimes even the woes that came along with being the town's upstanding sheriff.

As you were nearing your home, Carl decided to cut in.

"Y/N, can we stay at your house? It's been a while since we had a sleepover." Carl asked, his baby blue eyes identical to Rick's alight with hope.

It wouldn't be the first time Rick and the kids would be staying over. You were very close to the Grimes family, sometimes even almost considering them as your own. You didn't mind it. Since you lived alone, it can get pretty lonely. And having people around surely brightened up the house and made you keep your sanity.

"I don't mind, but you gotta ask your dad." You chuckled.

Carl turned to Rick, pouting and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Rick rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress an inkling of a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. But let me drop you and Judith off with Y/N first. I'll be back, I just need to get some extra clothes and essentials."

"YAY!" Carl cheered, Judith following suit as they both raised their arms and hollered.

"You're so whipped for them." You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Rick.

"I ain't denying that." He sighed dramatically, grinning.

[mandoalorian]

Life Is Good [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

Summary: you find Max Lord talking to his own reflection in the mirror, and help him prepare for a speech.

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Rating: Suitable for all

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It was a normal day when you had come home from work, plopping your purse down on the sofa in the entryway and walking into the lobby. Checking the time on your wristwatch, you knew Maxwell would be home by now, but you were surprised to see he hadn't come downstairs to greet you like he normally did. You imagined him cooped up in his office, reading glasses perched on the curve of his nose, reading through contracts or files. He'd been doing a lot of hard work recently, and with his assistant on maternity leave, he had been really struggling.

You figured you'd make him some coffee and bring it to him. Heading into the kitchen you grabbed one of his favourite mugs and set it down under the espresso machine. Maxwell was weird. He liked his coffee black with no sugar. After his coffee had been poured out, you wrapped your hands around the mug, smiling as the rich scent filled the air and the ceramic warmed your hands. You carefully padded up the stairs and along the corridor.

Your hand was just about to reach down to the door handle when you stopped, hearing Maxwell's voice. "Life is good," he said. You scrunched up your nose in bewilderment. His voice sounded… different. "Life is good!" he repeated, this time, exclaiming the phrase like he was surprised. "Life...is...good!" he said again, this time sounding suspenseful. "But it can be better," he said and you furrowed your eyebrows together. "But! It can be better." Who was he talking to?

You slowly and quietly opened the door to his office, nursing the cup of coffee in your hands. You leaned against the doorframe watching your boyfriend stand before the full length mirror. He was all dressed up— hair perfectly styled and wearing one of his best suits. He turned to face the wall and then dramatically spun around on his heel, pointing a finger at his reflection in the mirror. "Life is good!" he charmed, his eyes wide and lips curving into an excited smile. "Life is good." he repeated, his movements becoming even more animatronic.

"But it can be better?" you asked through a giggle, your presence making Maxwell jump.

"How long were you standing there?" he asked, his voice going a little high and his cheeks flushing pink.

"Long enough," you laughed, handing him the coffee. He took it from you and placed it on his desk before pulling you into a warm hug.

"Missed you," he mumbled into your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. He placed a quick kiss into your jaw and pulled away, but still holding your arms tightly. "I have great news!" he beamed, a sparkle gleaming in his chocolate brown eyes.

"You do?" you smiled.

"The president has asked me to do a speech that will be broadcast internationally!" he grinned and your heart melted seeing how excited he was.

"The president?" you gasped. "Maxie that's great! Think about what this will do for the company. You can finally get sales from all over the world… oh this is so fantastic. You've wanted this for so long." You pulled him into another tight hug, nuzzling head into his chest.

"I'm so happy you're happy for me." he admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. He went to sit at his desk and you followed, shuffling onto his lap. You handed him his coffee and he took a sip before placing it back down.

He loved you. He loved the way you sat on his lap and nuzzled into him, playing with the straps of his surrenders or running your fingers through his dark blonde hair. He loved the familiar scent of you that he had missed all day. It made him feel safe. It made him feel at home. He picked up his reading glasses, sliding them on his face and you couldn't help but smile at how adorable he was. He scrambled around a stack of papers, looking for something.

"Maxie?" you cooed.

"Hmm?" he replied.

"Are you going to tell me why you were talking to yourself in the mirror?" you chuckled, rubbing his back in a comforting manner.

You felt him stiffen up underneath you. "Yeah, I was hoping you hadn't seen that…" he trailed off, feeling just a little embarrassed. "Since the speech is going to be broadcast internationally, I figured I should make a new infomercial. One that kinda explains what Black Gold Cooperative is all about and, adresses a global audience. Rather than just our current US demographic." you nodded your head understandingly.

He finally found the piece of paper he had been waiting to show you. Printed was his writing in a neat calligraphy style. You always admired the way he wrote, he had told you his parents were very strict about it when he was younger. That a person's handwriting says everything about a person. "What's this?" you asked, tilting your head and examining the paper.

"I was preparing my speech for the president," he told you and a small 'oh' escaped your lips. "Could you help me?"

You couldn't help but smile. The esteemed Maxwell Lord asking you for help. "Of course I can, but I'm not sure if I'll be any good at this."

"Are you kidding?" Maxwell sighed, giving your side a little squeeze. "All my best ideas come from you."

You felt your cheeks radiate heat at his compliment and you started reading the speech. You cleared your throat. "Ladies and gentlemen," you scrunched up your face.

"You don't like ladies and gentlemen?" he asked curiously, biting his bottom lip.

"Hm, it's not very… Maxwell Lord." you shrugged, picking up one of his gold company fountain pens and crossing it out.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" he chuckled, a false look of offense sprawled across his face.

"You know…" you laughed. "It needs to be something memorable. Everything you do is memorable. It needs to be big and bold and it needs… zazz."

"Zazz?" he raised his eyebrows, amused.

"Zazz." you confirmed with a small smile. "Also, it's 1984. Ladies and gentlemen just feels sooo 1983."

"I completely agree darling," he nodded his head. "What about this?" he cleared his throat. "Citizens of the world!"

Your mouth formed a perfect O shape in pure surprise. "That's great Max," you laughed, writing it down above where you had scribbled out 'Ladies and gentleman'.

You read the next part. "I'm here to change your life." and you nodded your head in approval. "See? This part is good! You're showing that you have the power to make change in the world."

Maxwell beamed like a child getting 10/10 marks on their homework. You continued to read. "As the founder of Black Gold Cooperative, I promise to ensure that, by purchasing shares of my oil fields, you will be earning money-" you paused, furrowing your eyebrows together. "I'm going to be honest Maxie," you gulped as Maxwell prepared himself for the worst. "I know you're enthusiastic about oil… but I'm not sure the rest of the world is." you scribbled out his words. "I see that you're trying to lay down the fundamentals of your business, and that's good, but, a lot of people… might zone out. Might get, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, bored."

"I understand." Maxwell replied, nodding his head slowly. "So what do you suggest?"

"Something that will engage them… awaken their minds and make them want to know more. Everyone in the world wants money. Everyone wants power. Max, you can give it to them." you whizzed, biting the tip of his pen in your mouth. "You need to play on what they want."

You both spent a moment in silence, pondering, until you finally saw the lightbulb appear over Maxwell's head. "How about this?" he straightened his posture. "Citizens of the world, I'm here to change your life. Everything you want… everything you've dreamed of you can have it."

"Nice!" your lips curled into a proud smile as you pressed an encouraging kiss into his cheek. "You're illustrating that they should trust you because you have the power. That you can make all their dreams come true."

"I love you so much," Maxwell revealed, taking the pen from your lips and kissing you himself. He was intoxicating. "Thank you for all your help." he said, pressing his forehead against yours.

"You came up with all of this yourself." you giggled. "Proud of you."

"But I couldn't have done it without you." he admitted.

You spent a few long moments cuddling each other, taking in each other's warmth and feeling nothing but adoration and gratitude for one another. Then it hit you.

"What was all that 'life is good' stuff you were talking about earlier? It wasn't in the speech." Maxwell winced at your impression of him.

"Do I sound like that?" he sighed.

"It's a little dorky, yeah." you laughed.

"That was for the infomercial." Maxwell informed.

"Oh, well, no need to change your voice!" you teased. "Just be yourself Maxie. Everyone will love you."

"I don't know how I ever lived without you." Maxwell admitted and you rolled your eyes, kissing him once again.

[jangmi-latte]

Hey! Could I get a Azul x reader one shot, where the reader has been having trouble with something and they’re really desperate; so they go to Azul for a contract to solve the problem. But the thing is that it doesn’t completely solve the problem so the reader keeps coming back for contracts. So much so that Azul is slowly binding her existence to him. Then at the end to really seal the deal, he takes the readers virginity (so a NSFW, please and thanks!) and becomes solely dependent on Azul.

❞ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ❝

࿐. . . AZUL ASHENGROTTO (ft. Jade and Floyd Leech)

➻ content: spicy and sweet signature

➻ warnings: sfw-nsfw

➻ comments: i have yet to give ashengrotto’s paycheck grr..

Every step sent another wave of nervousness up your spine. Were you really ready? You are quite indecisive. You don't know what he would ask for in return once you made your request.

How deep were you in your thoughts, y/n?

"Little shrimp!" Floyd cheered the moment you entered the lounge. Jade leaning over the counter and sending a small smile to your direction, "What a surprise, are you here for a drink?" he asked. You weren't ready. Why did you enter the lounge that soon? Chuckling nervously and sending them a smile, you replied, "No thank you."

Floyd hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in, "Oh? Then what did you come here for then, little shrimp?" he asked. There was no turning back now is there?

"For...your manager.."

“Why?”

“I just want..to talk to him about something.”

Jade hummed and walked over to the VIP Lounge, peeking in before ushering you over, “The manager will see you now,” he smiled. A smile that somehow made you feel something else. Somehow, uneasy. You walked inside the room, the door shutting behind you. There he is, Azul Ashengrotto, sitting by his desk with a smirk on his face, “Ah, Y/N.”

There really is no turning back now, “What is it you wish to discuss with me?” he asked as you took a seat down in front of him. Your palms were sweaty and your heartbeat could be heard thumping in your eardrums, “I need your help,” you mumbled. There was a glint in Azul’s eyes that made you gulp and look away nervously, “Help with what, guppie?”

“Gain confidence in who I am..”

The prefect arched an eyebrow in surprise. It was quite a surprise to hear this coming from you. Azul knew just how talented you are. You have high grades, you have good friends. What is there not to be confident for?

“I know this is sudden but..I’ve been feeling pressured with everything lately a-and I really don’t feel confident in who I am and what I’ve done. So please, let me make a deal with you. Give me confidence,” you continued and covered your face. The look on Azul’s face was unreadable. His smirk is gone and has been left thinking, “Very well,” he said. You lifted your head and looked at him in surprise as he brought out his contract and his pen. He leaned over the desk, the smirk back gracing on his lips once more.

“Your request is quite..something. You know how we do this, y/n. To complete this deal, you will give me your magic.”

“Under what condition?”

Azul chuckled. Adorable of you, “The condition is...I want you to ace the exam in Magic History AND get praised by Professor Trein. You must reach anything above 90 for that. You and I both know how rare that professor praises.”

You looked at him wide eyed. Acing an exam won’t be hard, but getting praise from one of the strictest teachers in the campus is a different story, “If you do succeed, I will help you gain confidence. If you don’t then I get your magic,” Azul said. You took a deep breath. You can do this, “It’s a deal.”

It was all going so well. Or so you thought.

You were able to gain a 93 on the exam, and not only that, Mozus gave you a curt congratulations for being the highest. Which in return, Azul kept his word and helped you balance your lifestyle.

Leading you both to grow closer as he was there for you to help you any time. Floyd and Jade were being quite observant, looking at each other as they noticed Azul seemed to grow gentler and more touchy with you.

You loved his presence, his help, it really pushed you to be confident with yourself. Smiling and loving your works and talents more. He was true to his word.

That was until everything came staggering down back to square one.

You started to feel pressured again. Hesitating to speak up, overworking yourself, and ending up not confident. You were doing so well in Azul's eyes. It was like his side of the contract didn't work. It made the youth worried.

Then you made another contract with him

And another.

Then another.

You were able to fulfill everything. Fulfilling his conditions for helping you in return. Even your first kiss. You were fluctuating and Azul was honestly getting even more worried. What was wrong? What was making you fall again and again?

"Please just one more time," you plead while wiping your tears. You were getting tired yourself. Azul simply sighed and brought out his contract. He leaned over the desk, "This will be the last time," he began, "The condition for this contract, is for you to surpass Vil in the Alchemy exam the day after tomorrow," he gently held your chin in between his fingers and tilted your head over to his. Blue eyes looking deeply into yours, "If, you fail. You're mine."

The contract was signed.

It was impossible. Vil was too smart. You only placed 4th highest. Sighing, you felt like crying. You failed. You gripped the results in your hand as you traipsed over to Mostro Lounge, "Azul," you shakily called out the moment you entered the VIP Lounge. The called perfect perked his head up and furrowed his eyebrows before relaxing, "Oh."

Slowly he approached you. He saw the results, you still did your best. There are just some things people are not good about, and that's perfectly fine. Your imperfections is what make you, you. Azul placed the results on the desk before holding both your hands in his, "You're mine now," he mumbled and then tucked a loose hair behind your ear, "But I haven't completed my side of the deals yet," he sent you his knowing smirk.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "What..?"

"To make you confident."

You weren't complaining. When he said you were his. He meant it. Azul may be manipulative and greedy but there's one thing you always found quite surprising in Azul.

He sticks to his words.

Your lips mingled with his in a gentle and passionate matter. Your hands gripping on his shirt as he laid you on his bed, pushing the kiss deeper whilst soft noises left from you. You have never been this intimate with someone before. It terrifies and excites you at the same time, "Azul...it's my..."

"I know. I won't hurt you. But let me tell you, this is something else you should be confident about," his hands removed your shirt, touching your soft skin that sent goosebumps up your arms. You sighed and closed your eyes, "You and I, needs to know, we have something special even if we ridicule ourselves from time to time."

Piece by piece your clothes fell off. Leaving each other bare to each others eyes and touches. He left you breathless with every kiss he gave to your body. From your neck, down to your chest, he loved those. The way you would squirm and blush, it was cute. You were perfect in his eyes. That is something he wants you to be confident about.

Azul's lips lingered on your thigh, giving it small bites and sucks that left you mewling and gasping, "Azul.." you moaned. The man went back up to face you, his hands rubbing against your clit as he licked around your perked nipples. All you could do was gasp and arch your back, wanting more of him, "You're beautiful," he whispered before kissing your lips again.

He positioned himself upon your entrance. It made you look down and bite your lower lip. He had quite the size, "The pain will not last that long," he comforted you as he held your hand. Your other was along his back. Eyes making contact with each other as you nodded.

He pushed in, inch by inch. As gentle as he can. It wasn't as painful as you may thought it would be, but then again, there was still pain of being stretched out. You scratched down Azul's back and gripped his hand as he whispered to you. Your walls adjusting to his length, the moment his hips connected with yours, it was like a euphoric static was shot up your spine, "Ah.." you gasped.

He began thrusting. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your lips laid open. Sinful noises left from both of you the more he pushed deeper, "Azul...Ngh..." you arched your neck then peppered kisses along his jaw. The male himself was grunting, your warm walls tightening around his cock. You are so wet. It was for him only.

Azul's thrusts grew faster, your moans grew louder, and your mind went foggy. The pleasure was addicting.

He wants you to see who you are in his eyes.

You arched your back and whimpered, "Cumming--.." you squirmed, "A-Azul...I'm cumm--" you gasped. Your juice gently dripped out of your cunt while Azul's thrusts became erratic before halting. His cum shooting deep inside you leaving the both of you breathless, "I love you...." you panted. A smile dancing on your lips before connecting with his once more, "Thank you.."

Ever since then, Azul could've never been more prouder of what you became to be. You were confidently beautiful.

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Hello ! Can I ask you for a Ventus x reader please ? When reader is the victim of a curse that plunges her (you can make the gender neutral if you want, I'm good with that too) into sleep and the only way to wake her is a true love kiss ? Ven may be worried that it will succeed because he is not a prince but it works and she wakes up

Thanks in advance, have a nice day !

Ventus x Fem!Reader: True Prince

Warnings: fluff/angst, almost like the actual sleeping beauty 

You were Xehanort’s granddaughter and he had placed a terrible curse on you. By the time the moon rises on your 19th birthday, he would place you into a deep sleep that only a true prince could break. He knew that you would never find someone that would be considered a true prince. But he was so wrong. When you met Ven, you felt your heart warm. 

Today was your 19th birthday and it was not going well. First, Vanitas was beating the shit out of you and Ven. Then, Terra was acting strange. And then, your grandfather wanted to open Kingdom Hearts. You were able to close Kingdom Hearts but it came with a price. You felt something ache in your heart and fell asleep. Ven also had fallen asleep which made Aqua’s job a lot harder. She placed Ven in the Land of Departure and you in the deepest parts of the castle in Radiant Garden. But little did she know, someone was watching her. 

~Time Skip to 2 Years~ 

Terranort was walking along the halls of Radiant Garden, searching for you. He eventually found you in a abandoned bedroom with a bed that barely fit you. He walked over to you and moved a piece of your hair out of your face. 

“It’s a shame that you’ll never get to see your friends again. But that’s just what I wanted. Your light is pathetic so I needed to find a way to snuff it out. Thankfully, I did. Sweet dreams, my lovely granddaughter.” he said and walked away. 

Someone...please save me...

~Another Time Skip~ 

Sora had arrived to Hollow Bastion along with Donald and Goofy. They walked in the castle and searched around for clues about the Organization. Sora had found the bedroom that you were in and walked in. He saw your peaceful form on the bed. He was confused as to why you were sleeping in a time like this. 

“Hey, Donald. Do you know why she’s sleeping here?” Sora asked. 

“Maybe she’s under a curse.” Donald said. 

“A curse? By who?” 

“How should I know? Besides, she’s not important to our mission.” 

“But what if she is, Donald? Maybe she can help us.” Goofy said. 

“Maybe you’re right. Hmm, the curse seems like what happened to Aurora. Sora, kiss her.” Donald said. 

“K-kiss her?!” 

“Yes kiss her.” 

“Um, okay.” Sora walked over to you and gently placed his lips over yours but you didn’t wake. 

“Wak! That usually works! What happened?” Donald said. 

“That’s because she needs a true prince to kiss her.” The trio turned around and saw Xemnas standing there. 

“Did you have something to do with this?” Sora asked as he summoned his keyblade. 

“I did not do this. But my somebody did. I was tasked to make sure that she stays asleep for the Organization can not have her interfering with our plans.” Xemnas said. 

“Well, we’ll see about that.” The trio and Xemnas broke out into a fight which Xemnas lost. 

“Grr, this isn’t over.” He groaned as he went through a dark corridor. Sora then ran back to you to make sure that you’re okay. 

“Sora, you heard what he said. Only a true prince could wake her.” Goofy said. 

“I know. I just wish there was something that I can do.” Sora said. 

“Maybe we can ask the restoration committee if they know a way.” Donald said.  

“Yeah. Maybe.” The trio left to go find the committee leaving you trapped in that room. 

Ven...save me...please...

~Last Time Skip I Promise~ 

Ven had just woken up and defeated Vanitas from hurting Aqua. He then met Sora, Donald, and Goofy. He looked around but he didn’t see you which confused him. 

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Ven asked. 

“She’s under a deep curse by Xehanort that only a true prince could break.” Aqua said. 

“A true prince? What does that mean?” Ven asked. 

“We don’t know. But she needs our help.” Sora said. 

“Alright. Do we know where she is?” 

“In Radiant Garden. That’s where I left her.” Aqua said. 

“Then let’s go save her.” The five of them went to Radiant Garden and soon found you in the abandoned bedroom. Ven walked up to you and saw just how beautiful you were, even after 10 years. He was about to kiss you but he hesitated. 

“What if it doesn’t work? What if she stays like that forever? I’m not a prince so why would it work for me?” Ven asked. 

“There’s only one way of knowing Ven.”Aqua said as she put a hand on his shoulder. 

“Right.” Ven then took a deep breath. “Well, here goes nothing.” Ven gently placed his lips onto yours and a wave of magic went though, signalling that the curse was broken. Ven broke free from the kiss and watched as you slowly woke up. 

“Ngh, V-Ven? Is that you?” you groaned. 

“Yeah. It’s me.” he smiled. You smiled too and brought him into another kiss. 

“I knew you would save me.” you said. 

“Is that why the kiss worked?” Ven asked. You nodded. 

“You were my true prince.” He smiled and kissed you again. 

“Okay, love birds. We still gotta go save Terra.” Aqua said. 

“Right. Ready for this, (Y/N)?” Ven said. 

“You know it.” The six of you headed for Master Yen Sid’s tower to prepare for the war that was yet to come. You and Ven sat outside the tower and looked at the stars, happy that you had each other to protect. 

[gavinsmg24]

There’s a lot of better call Saul stuff but for now as I’m catching up I’ll comment on big things I like hehe. But! I am reading and enjoying! It would be like if we were with each other and you were talking to me about it. I’d. Love it 🙈

Anyways. The chuck are you proud of me part. Made me so sad. You Can tell chuck isnt immediately saying yes therefore he’s thinking something else! Hmph!

And yes it’s still interesting is Jimmy helping chuck for a long scheme scam? But not really he had a chance to have chuck committed

Your tight hug for me passing the bar was cute 😘

And yes hehe I’m sure Jimmy does something that sets chuck off on his “sickness”

I love you getting hype for things. Makes me smile 🙈

And yes poor lady couldn’t afford his fee but Jimmy let it slide for the time being cuz he’s nice! And then! Discovered they are getting scammed! And yesss it was so cool Jimmy knowing what to write and so quick on toilet paper! 🙈 he’s super lawyer!

The dumpster scene! So funny. So gross. So sad. Lol. He’s searching for those papers. Gets a call from the bad guy lawyer! And plays his part and everything. And then. The kick in the balls they are in the clean bin around the corner! 😂

I’m happy you enjoyed my. You don’t have to but comments. It’s okay baby. Memories will fade but we’ll always remember each other as a whole 🙈

And yess. I said. Your sweet name! 😍 and I cant wait to say it to your face again! Maybe before a kiss. Maybe while being naughty! 😼

I’m sorry you’re not feeling fulfilled and also things just seem bad. I wish I knew what was best. You deserve a car from them. Even if it’s not the best. You came into this with a car. I know nothings as easy as “this is what’s right” but grr I want you happy is all. I want you happy alone. Or with them or with whoever

Rawr. I know some words are you just ranting or letting yourself be heard so I wont respond to each detail but. Babygirl. I’m sorry things are so tough. I want things to be different for you

Getting a roomate makes sense off money but making them a partner seems grr. Like whatever but also you don’t like it so. Hmph

And. Baby.. I’m sorry. I’m here.. I understand the situation isn’t great. I’m here supporting with love and care. Rawr.

You are so pretty. So cool. So amazing. And you do deserve more than this silly debt. Rawr

I dont want you alone. But. Just take care of yourself as much as you can. I want to do bad. Someday

No matter the difficulty of 20’s n 30’s one day. I’ll make the time you spend worthwhile. Dates and making our home. Going places n doing things together. Hehe. Rawr. I love you so much. Responding to the last love post separate. Mwah