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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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hmmm... Whatabout modern!chubby!aegon learning that the reader has issues with eating? I feel like that could be an interesting little story. Like nothing all that serious, just that the reader often skips meals to get to work earlier, or they cook Aegon dinner but don't leave much for themselves, because they want to make sure our precious babyboi is well-fed but don't care too much about themselves.

Aegon would notice this after a while, and lemme tell you he is NOT having it. Aegon grew up very spoiled, he's never been pressed for time when it comes to eating, nor has he ever dealt with food insecurity in terms of wealth (i.e. he's always had enough money to have 3 meals a day).

So Aegon decides he's gonna learn how to cook, so that he can wake up earlier than you and make you breakfast n things like that :)) you notice, and 1. It's the sweetest goddamn thing ever and you just wanna squish his chubby cheeks and give him kisses for it (cuteness aggression is a real thing, people), and 2. Seeing him in the kitchen with his stupid little apron, puttering around like a housewife kind of drives you CRAZY.

Maybe the reader literally pins him onto the kitchen counter and takes him like that, apron and all, while he's covered with sugar IDK

Aegon also becomes a bit of a hobby-chef because of this, which I think suits him so well. Little babyboi making a bunch of different dishes, asking the reader to try them out with a worried look on his face (he really values your opinion! 🥺). You always tell him his food is amazing though. You might hate seafood beyond belief, but when this boy makes you salmon the reader will eat the whole damn thing and tell him its michelin-star quality.

I can imagine he also puts on a bit more weight because of this. He's always been fluffy, but he maybe starts becoming a little insecure of himself? Like he doesn't quite know if you mind him being a little chubbier. That worry doesn't last long, cuz within 5 seconds, you're back home and squishing his cheeks and belly and laying your head on his soft thighs, and he realizes he really doesn't have to worry about it (with maybe some sweet reassurance from the reader?? Idk I love that shit istg 👀👀)

sorry this was so long! I just love hobby-chef chubby!aegon so I figured I'd spread the idea like a virus lmao 💚

GRRRRR bestie this is everything, some fluff for our fluffy boy <3 the detail in this was everything, I hope I give you justice!!!!

Seconds, Please?

PAIRING: Modern!chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 3,357.

WARNINGS: mentions of eating disorder, mentions of self-inflicted fatphobia, swearing, dry humping, smut, size difference kink, hint of food play.

A/N - I need this domestic chubby man in my life so bad, please. apologies if I changed or added a few things, it all just came to me in the moment AHAHA <3

Domestic bliss was true, and much to your cause, you were reaping the perks that naturally came with it. Aegon was a loyal, committed partner, a considerate soul, that although many underestimated his capability in a relationship, had proven otherwise...

"Babe, you barely ate your dinner last night, and now you're off to work without having eaten a proper breakfast-" He'd worriedly confessed, remaining seated at the small, circular dining table, his mouth partially full of syrup soaked waffles, as he obediently devoured the last gulp of his breakfast.

"Aeg, baby, I only just managed to whip up something for you. Couldn't leave my big boy to starve now, could I?" You tease, as you hastily gather your belongings in your tote, cutting his soft "but" as you bid him farewell, planting a fast, hard peck on the top of his short, platinum hair.

Aegon, much to his guilt, had only just recently begun to notice how little you ate, in comparison to him. The more it played with his mind, the more sinister the thoughts would become.

Had you developed an eating disorder, that he was so blissfully ignorant to all the signs? Allowing for you to endure such a thing...

Or was it, that you had grown ashamed of his overgrown size, that you felt the need to starve yourself?

Mayhaps, the stress of work and having to care for Aegon on top, your appetite had grown weary and lesser? All because he was selfishly indulgent with the affection and attention you spoiled him with...

He stopped midway to lifting the fork into his mouth to devour the final piece, closely gazing at the slice of the delectable waffle on his fork, that you'd so thoughtfully cooked for him, before throwing it back down on the plate shamefully. The intense guilt he felt brewing in the pit of his stomach, made it feel sinful to finish it. How could he, whilst you went about your day hungry? Connecting the dots, like a pieces to a puzzle, he'd noticed how recently fatigued you were, always desperate for a nap or an early night, often having finished work late from the law firm. These past few weeks, you'd been worked to the bone. The more he dwelled on your frail appearance, he'd come to realise just how weary and thinner you'd grown [not losing an abundant amount, although enough to see how loose your clothes had grown], along with the difference in size between yourself and him, was quite noticeable.

What would others think? That he was the culprit for his girlfriend's malnourishment? Him a 'greedy hog', binging and consuming everything and anything edible on sight, of course, there'd be none left for you to eat. Many of your excuses ranged from not feeling hungry at all [your mind too preoccupied with endless amounts of deadlines], or that you were too tiresome. And in the moments that you'd spared to eat, your appetite was shortcoming, and often you'd plea for Aegon to finish off your leftovers. Now he felt even more woeful, unlike before, the guilt would devour him inside out.

In conclusion... You were too good for him, he did not deserve you. Something needed to change, he did.

"No more fucking around, Aegon, fuck-" He brutally thought to himself, as he arduously heaved himself up: belly sated and full, a pudgy, sticky hand instinctively patted over his belly, as the other grabbed the dishes, placing it in the sink. He was intent on changing his outdated habits.

He could not do much to change his appearance overnight let alone in a few hours, nor was he keen to, if he was being frank. He knew you were quite fond of his new-found softness, having not complained thus far, he was not overly big. Your affections towards him would prove just how desirous you felt, on your behalf: the way his plush body would smother and pin against you when either of you felt a little frisky. And during the cold, winter nights, the way his extra padding and natural body heat would radiate, acting like insulation, as he held you tightly in his thick arms. You felt so incredibly secure. It was a feeling unlike any other, and he refused to take that away from you.

It was time he took charge...

****

"Aeg, I'm home!" You tiresomely call out, breathless as you walk in with your brimful bag and more paper work clutched desperately in your hands, more than what you had initially left home with.

Yet, no response in return.

You slowly linger through the hallway, as you remove your heels, adjusting the papers in your hand, before walking down.

"Aegon-" You worringly repeat once more.

Aegon was often at home most days of the week, for his family owned a wealthy, accounting business. Growing up rich and dependent, it seemed that Aegon grew accustomed to this comfortable lifestyle, and you truly couldn't blame him, he had no part. Although, his parents financially supported him even till now, and provided maids to attend to his needs during his youth, his parents remained absent: often he'd express his discontent with them, and rightfully so. However, he'd just messed up a huge investment opportunity, and was temporarily suspended, thus, he was at home for most of the time. Sitting around, finding solace in snacking to get by the long, lonesome hours, as he eagerly awaited for your return from work. Nonetheless, you had a soft spot for him, and tried to go above and beyond for him, to prove he did not need them anymore...

"In the kitchen-" He loudly yelled, followed by thunderous clangs of metal pots/plates. Your nerves began to set in, was the meals you often prepared for lunch and left in the fridge, not enough? Perhaps, this time they were not tasteful enough for him?

"Hey, baby-" He warmly coos, as he walks over towards you, planting a soft kiss on your flustered cheek.

"Sorry, I've made a bit of a mess, not used to where everything is. I promise, I'll clean it up once I'm done-" He pleas, as he walks back towards the oven where, what appears to be a freshly made pizza is brewing.

In silence, you gradually examine the surrounding and Aegon, himself. Although the kitchen was a rightful mess, used plates, sauce, chopped vegetables, pepperoni slices, and shredded mozzarella strands spread all over the counter, like some deconstructed art piece. And Aegon, donned in a white apron that was now completely soiled, with a smidge of what seemed to be flour across his cheek, your heart was full. Placing your bag just before the entrance to the kitchen, and the papers on a clear, clean spot of the dining table, you walk towards Aegon slowly, still focused on the sight before you.

"Aeg, W-What's the meaning of all this? Did you get hungry again? Was the lunch I made not enough?"

"No, no, Y/N. You've done plenty... In fact, more than enough, it's just-" Having wiped his hands clean with a dishcloth, his hands had reached over securely gripping you by the sides. Guiding you over towards a seat by the dining table, you sit down, as he plops himself on the seat beside you, as he pulls your chair closer towards him with ease.

"Y/N, I've noticed how little you've been eating these past few days. And if I'm being honest, it's worrying me, my love-" His soft, fleshy hands reach over to grip yours, firmly holding your small hands in his, as his thumb strokes your skin.

"I-Is there something I should be concerned about, because you know you can tell me anything, right? I-I just want to help you." His low voice breaks, stuttering with concern, as his troubled eyes remain fixated on you.

You can't help although smile, as you now return the gesture, giving a reassuring squeeze of Aegon's soft hand.

"Aeg, please, I am fine, truly. You have nothing to stress about. It-It's just work, I feel like I have no time to waste doing anything really. And I guess, I've been more focused on making sure you've been fed and tended to, than myself before work takes a hold of me... I just didn't want you to think I'd neglected you. Forgive me."

"Fuck, Y/N, what are you to be sorry for? I should be the one apologising... I've been such a hog, so blind to everything you've done-"

"Aeg, please-"

"Seriously, baby... You are just-[sighs], you're just a little too good to me, but I'm willing to change. That's why I did this, trynna' learn to cook for us, princess, so I can be the one taking care of you for a change..."

Nonetheless, Aegon remained true to his word. The home-made pizza he'd so lovingly yet chaotically made that night was a complete success.You teased whether he'd cunningly ordered out and acted as though he'd actually made it.

"Aeg, this- this is seriously so good. It's fucking delicious-" You excitedly exclaim in between each mouthful, as he anxiously awaits for your response by your side. At first, he was in denial, exclaiming that it was just out of niceties, or his beginner's luck in the kitchen. Although, pleading your case, like the competent solicitor that you are, your compliments earn an immediate, genuine smile from Aegon. Beaming across his plump face, his cheeks blushing a subtle tinge of pink, as this was a first for him, and rightfully so, it was an ultimate success.

****

In the months coming, Aegon had grown a hearty passion for cooking, especially because it meant he could provide for you. In his spare time, he'd been searching for various popular recipes/dishes he'd heard of. Other times, he'd ask for your preferences, finding out your favourite childhood meals, eager to reminisce your youth over dinner.

Eventually, he grew more confident with his skills and even began taking risks. Daring to cook meals with ingredients, he knew you were not typically a fan favourite of, and would avoid at all costs. He often always joked about how your eating habits resembled to that of a toddler.

As he was grown spoilt and with a cultured taste, he was acquired to most things, having dined in various, fancy restaurants and fed a range of diverse cuisines. Whereas, yourself, you were not so indulgent with different delicacies and palates. He was eager to change your mind, for he was not a picky eater at all.

You'd awake to your alarm that you'd set for your daily morning walks, blaring at your ear-side from the wooden bedside table, only to stretch and be met with a cold, empty bedside and Aegon missing. Although, the faint ruckus that followed, opening the bedroom door, to a distant bright, yellow light beaming from down the hallway from the kitchen, you'd follow, only to find Aegon hard at work in the kitchen.

"Sorry, princess, did I wake you up? I just was about to cook you something for breakfast and lunch on the go. I was just thinking to make you some salmon tonight for dinner, baby. I know, I know! It's not your favourite but I found this recipe, I'm really eager to try, and I thought you'd might like to... You know, helped to expand your horizons a little."

Although it took you much convincing, Aegon noticed the disdain look on your face, unpleased by his plans, you still caved in. Those puppy eyes with those cheeks, were irresistible, you could never deny him. And yet, Aegon's cooking never ceased to disappoint you thus far, so why turn away now? As much as you had been dreading the dinner, feeling your appetite growing weaker throughout the gruelling day at work, Aegon's salmon dish was shockingly delectable. The richness and zest of the salmon infused with the spices, combined so tastefully and the texture was just right, you could've sworn you'd moan, a visceral reaction from how good it was.

"Aeg, baby, what sorcery is this? How am I enjoying this, you know how much I hate seafood...And yet, this could so be worthy of a Michelin Star!" The bewilderment set in stone in your voice, as you politely cover your mouth with your hand. Aegon always made a habit of waiting for you to eat first, before tucking in himself. He was always anxious for your approval, only to be met with countless compliments, you felt like a broken record.

"Really, baby? You mean that?" He persists, as he picks up his own cutlery, keen to unveil the taste.

"Trust me, Aeg... If I didn't like it, you'd know for sure!"

****

Eventually, Aegon took the reins of cooking, which much to your relief, meant one less thing to worry about, even if it took you a while to get accustomed to. Aegon insisted that you should continue to focus on work than having to feed him regularly.

"I'm not a little child anymore, Y/N, let me show you how well I can take care of the both of us now."

Although granted on your days off, after you'd have a decent, well-earned sleep in, you enjoyed helping him around the kitchen... It was a hard habit to break of Aegon's when it came to the cleaning aspect, he was a tad lazy and slow, so often, if given the chance, you'd help around washing, drying and packing away dishes and ingredients. Cleaning up his mess along the way, as you closely watched him from the sidelines, a true professional in their mastery.

It was only in these intimate moments, that you'd notice Aegon had grown a little rounder, more softer around his edges. The subtle double chin beneath his jaw was more prominent, and his jaw line now fading with mounted with flesh, his cheeks looked slightly more plump [the urge to kiss and nibble at them became exponential], and the apron he'd worn so often, how tightly snugged, barely able to tie from behind, as his stomach had protruded even more beneath. His figure could not be hidden, and yet, it made you fall for him even harder.

Aegon immediately noticed you openly eyeing him out, too deeply distracted by his figure, as your eyes fluttered over every inch of him.

"Y/N, what's wrong? What is it?"

Hastily snapping back out of your lustful thoughts, you felt flustered, being put on the spot like so. You hadn't even realised that Aegon had caught you, perhaps as you fell into silence, observing him strongly kneading the dough, preparing to trial out his attempt of focaccia.

"N-Nothing, Aeg, I-I just noticed, maybe you need a new apron... That one looks a little worn-out, and slightly uncomfortable."

Your meek attempt at subtleness was poor and Aegon knew exactly what you'd meant. He knew he had grown, putting on a few extra pounds since exercising his new found hobby, although he was foolish to think you would not notice. You should be disgusted by him, even in his efforts to tend to you, he was selfishly gorging himself. Had he no self-control?

"I get what you're saying, Y/N. I feel ashamed too, for the way I've become, I-I'll try to get out s'more and maybe I can go on those morning walks with you?" He bashfully looks back down at the dough he'd stopped kneading, trying to talk firmly with you.

"Aeg, please! That's not what I meant at all!" You urge, as you hastily leap off the chair, bounding towards Aegon as you instinctively wrap your arms around his thick waist, your small arms just barely interlinking.

"Don't you ever, ever think I could be ashamed of you, Aeg! Do you think that low of me? I love you, and if I'm being quite honest, I think I've actually fallen for you harder..."

You playfully look up at him, your head resting just below his broad shoulder, as you perk your eyebrows up and down teasingly, gesturing for something more.

"And what exactly, do you mean by that?" He questioned, as he finally covered the kneaded dough in bowel, waiting for it to rise, before turning to face you.

"Well, I mean your as soft as that dough, your cheeks, I could just squeeze, and those lips- Gods, your lips, Aeg-"

You tug him by the apron, gesturing him to lean down, as you plant a soft, long kiss, your tongues entwined as your share a passionate moment. Just as you'd expected, his lips felt so soft and moist, you had the sudden urge to gently bite down at his lower lip, and helplessly you did, tugging at it. Earning a cocky smile streaming across his face, you let go, aimlessly gazing up at one another with desire.

"Hmm, tell me more, princess."

"And this belly-" You grab a firm hold of his flesh, slightly jiggling against your rapid motions, as you eye his physique below and back up towards him, his attention following you.

"It's just calling for me to straddle you, I can't help but imagine how good it would feel to ride the fuck out of you, and these thighs- You've been so busy in the kitchen, stuffing your roasts and gorging yourself, you've forgotten about little, old me. You don't miss filling me up, big boy?"

Immediately, in such a swift motion, Aegon turns to steadily pin you against the counter instead. His full undivided attention, solely on you, licking his lips as though you were some type of dessert he'd just feasted his lilac eyes upon, as he presses his solid mass against you, feeling yourself helplessly squirm beneath his tender pressure. Adjusting himself in the right position, it didn't take a genius to realise, someone had grown a little excited by the realness of your words, and in sync, you felt a throbbing, familiar ache coursing from deep within your inner thighs.

"Look at what you're doing to me. Do you think that low of me, that I would forget my little princess, hmm? Your needs come first, always."

He plunges his soft face deep within the crook of your neck as he sucks on your floral fragranced skin, with each kiss he felt eager to devour you, you were certain by his harshness that he'd left a trail of fresh marks. His hands snaked down your waist, below to your ass, sensually massaging at your cheeks, as he pushed your body deeper into his, specifically your lower abdomen region, where you felt his bulge poking through his seems, desperate to be inside of you.

You felt your body slowly pacing up and down against Aegon's stocky frame, one of his thighs, found their way in between your legs, parting your entrance. You began to mimic the movements as you would if straddling him from atop, as he kept you supported, rocking yourself backwards and forwards against his clothed, chunky thigh. The friction beneath and Aegon's groans so close against your ear, was unnerving. You could sense the trickles of wetness beginning to ooze out of your eager cunt, soaking your sheer panties beneath.

"Aeg-Bedroom-" Moans in between your breathless words, you felt too feeble to form coherent words, as you felt his swollen gut, pressing deep against your breasts, flashing them upwards. One of your hands remained firmly tugging and pulling at his short, platinum locks, whilst the other dug nails deep into his meaty flesh, leaving a trail of marks behind.

"Bedroom-now."

Without hesitation or thought, Aegon picked you up with such ease, carrying you over his thick shoulder, you felt puny against his strength. Earning a small, light giggle from you, he felt invincible. Oblivious for what was to come, it seemed Aegon was keen to show you...

Just before he'd rush to make a beeline for the bedroom, he stopped by the fridge, opening the freezer door, and instantly grabbing the frozen tub of his favourite chocolate ice-cream.

"Better not waste this, we can definitely put it to some good use."

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aro-pancake-writes · 7 months

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As I have brain rots of one Sam Coe, just watched Kinky Boots, and I'm a bit of a sucker for fashion, let's do this.

Spoilers for the main quest.

AFAB/NB Dusty.

Also, Dusty is smol, somewhat curvy, but hides their body with looser clothes.

(the song I listened to while finishing this up)

"So, the Lounge. Are you sure about this?" Sam asks me, waiting at our rented room at the Volii hotel, while I finish getting ready in the bathroom.

"Yes, cowboy." I say, touching up the last details of my makeup and adding another layer of hairspray on my hair. It took long enough to make, and like hell it'll fall at the first chance it gets. "We gotta get the VIP balcony for Walter. It's not my fault that they decided to make this damn meeting at the lounge." Tho I'd never admit aloud that I'm loving the chance to dress up a bit. It's been so long.

Taking a seat on a stool, I put on the high heel boots and zipping it up. It's sparkles and sequins all over, matching the short red and black dress. It's unusual, different from anything I've had since leaving Neon.

The dress is tight, barely long enough to reach the middle of my tights and cover what really matters, the bust almost has my breasts popping out. A stark contrast to the working boots and cargo pants I've grown used to.

Taking in a deep breath, I get up. It takes a moment to find my footing again after so long, but it's as natural as before after a couple steps. I'm ready to face the world.

~~~

There's the sound of heels on the metal floor, as they step out of the bathroom.

"So you're ready to-" Sam turns to look at the captain, and stops. He'd never known they could dress up like that.

His gaze is burning, making them regret the choice of clothing and covering their breasts with their arms, taking a step back into the bathroom to change into their usual clothes.

"You look..." Like someone straight out of his wet dreams. He's looking for words, feeling his pants getting tight and about to burst. "Amazing."

It makes them stop mid-step. He likes it. He has a lot in his mind, and none of it include leaving this room before someone comes charging for it.

"I'll just change to something else..." They start, turning away from him. "It was a dumb ideia."

"Don't you fucking dare to change." He pulls them back against his body by the waist. The heels make up for the usual height difference between the two of them, putting their hips level up with his perfectly.

They take in a second to process his words, the way he's holding on to them, and the... That's not his pistol in his pocket.

"You'll stay right in those clothes. But I'll have to be close to you all night, darling." He's possessive when whispering in their ear. "If anyone else touches you, I might go feral."

~~~

Leaning into his touch, I allow myself to smile. I've wanted him to look at me as more than just the captain for a long time now. And it feels conflicting. I also want him to look at me in my normal self, but this attention feels great.

"We gotta go, Cowboy." I say, stepping away from his grip. If I stay there, we might not leave this room.

He grunts as I open the door, heading out to the elevator.

The city is exactly the same, at all hours. So we go straight to the Lounge.

Despite the overly possessive cowboy keeping a hand on my waist all the way, there are still glances and people catcalling me. Some back off when Sam looks at them sideways, others require a growl, but there's one, at the door to the lounge. He stops right before us, smiling at me.

"Hey there girly." He stinks of fish and Aurora. Of course. "Bet ya I can do you better than Laredo here."

"Don't think so." I say, grossed out and pulling Sam to go around the guy instead of buying a fight.

Not that we could get inside before he wrapped a hand on my arm, pulling me from Sam's arms.

"Are ya sure? I'd love to know how much he's paying for you, then." Paying? Do I really look like...

My train of thought is cut by me falling into Sam's comforting arms, and the man on the floor with a hand on his chin.

"Please, sir," Sam's politeness is uncanny, "do refrain from touching my partner. They're already taken."

Before there can be any answer, we're slipping into the lounge. I hold on tight to Sam's hand, not wanting to get lost from him.

I want to make a beeline for the bar and get us that VIP room, but I'm held back in the middle of the floor. Turning back to Sam, who pulls me up against his body and into a dance, I'm about to melt.

No. I need to remember what I'm here for, and it's not to dance with the cowboy.

I try again to make my way to the bar, but I'm held there as he moves against me.

"Darling, we need to make it like we're not here on business." He whispers in my ear, and I really need to step away from him. But, he's right. Pleasure before business is the way things go here.

One drink, two drinks, a dance, and I'm confident that I can order that VIP room.

Sam keeps me at his hip as we go back to the bar. I have my face on his neck, basking in his scent as he talks to the bartender about the room.

There's laughter from the bartender, and I look at him.

"You don't feel like giving us a show, then?" His question makes me blush. "Here. Go on. You'll enjoy it."

I take the key and we leave the bar with a bottle of vodka.

The room is quieter, comfortable with a sofa and a large window overlooking the dancefloor.

I hear the door closing, and find Sam stalking me like a predator. He's hungry, and I'm the only meal be wants. I watch, standing in the middle of the room, as he sits on the sofa and gestures for me to join him, sit on his legs.

I go, taking slow steps, and turn to sit next to him.

He's not taking it.

"Not now, Sam." I say when he tries pulling me up. "We still have to leave here at some point, and I'd rather not have a cleaning bill."

"And I'm willing to pay for it. But whatever you're comfortable with, darling." It's his turn to lean into my neck, laying soft kisses and bites. "We can go back to the hotel right now. What do you say?"

He leans back, looking into my eyes, and I kiss him. It's our first kiss, and no one would say do on the way we've been touching eachother for... Months now. The soft caresses, looking for any excuse to touch, any reason to be near...

"Let's go then." I get up, ready to leave this place, the loud music and flashing lights.

"Just one thing first." He stops me with a hand on mine. "Don't want you to be cold out there." He places his jacket on my shoulders. Damn thing is bigger than my dress.

I slip the jacket on, taking a second to enjoy the scent of leather and Sam it bears.

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ravenadottir · 2 years

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Based on looks alone, how would you rank the season 4 love interests as someone who has never play it?

oh i actually love this!!

'cause i don't even know, for instance, which girls besides angie and najuma are li's, so if you allow me, i'll just rate everybody lol

i think i'm just gonna do it alphabetically to make it easier.

angie. hot, cute, great tattoos. she reminds me of the hot girls i wished were li's on the 'choices' app. also i like her pose but she gets a boot for the hair. it's not great, i don't care for it. 9/10

bruno. this might be the biggest meh for me... hate the hair, HATE IT. what happened?? what went wrong? why did they make his face match the size of his neck? the face is not as generic looking, but it's not great either. the outfits are... gutted. oh my god, they're bad! solid 5/10.

cora. SUPER CUTE. i love the buzz cut, the hair color, her face is just absolutely adorable, cute style. she's hopefully an li?? 'cause if she wasn't y'all were robbed. a boot for the star on the hair (i don't really like buzz shapes on hair). 9/10.

dylan. rotted. gutted. beast. down the drain. most generic looking bitch in this entire cast, BUT IN A BAD WAY. weird ass legs for an athlete, awful face, looks like the type who says "you're just a lesbian because you hadn't had good dick". MANSPLAINING KING. HATE THAT FACE specifically, what a waste of torso design. and i HATE that smirk. gross. solid -3/10. i can't stress this enough, I HATE HIS DESIGN SO MUCH. all of it.

hazeem. HOT!!!!! so fucking handsome, hello??? and i know he's not an li and that was a d-i-s-s-e-r-v-i-c-e. mustache could've been trimmed on the sides but i still think he's hella attractive. i don't mind body hair, and his looks actually good. a boot for the mustache but he was gonna be a 11/10, so 10/10.

james. cute, handsome, good body, but he doesn't make my panties twist you know? i think it's because he looks kinda boring. granted i've never seen any scenes featuring him, so i might be wrong, but he just looks like he would recite poetry and talk about books on the first date. i hate that, it's so tedious. but i love guys with long hair, no matter what texture it is and the bun does it for me. 9/10. hate the glasses and the shorts though.

juliet. NO. she reminds me of the mexican actresses that played villains on telenovelas when i was growing up. BIG SORAYA ENERGY, holy shit. love the eyes, but everything else... it's a no from me dog. hate the diaper she's wearing as a bikini bottom. don't like her, she's not cute. 3/10 and i'm being generous. she looks like she would say she's 40 and people would be like "you don't look 40" but lowkey she's supposed to be 40, you know?

kelly. quirky, cute, looks like would be fun to hang out, probably really flirty. the lip bite is the most they've ever done for a character on any of these ads and it looks good. 10/10.

kobi. great body, good face, but those trunks were a disservice. he looks like the type who would mansplain though, there's definitely an energy there. personally i don't think the "i'm a confident and dynamic guy" is attractive at all. some girls get wet by listening to them, i'm yawning, and he gives me that energy. 8/10.

lexi. i don't see what you guys are talking about. she looks fine but she's not out of this world. the body is ten times hotter with someone else's face. she looks like the lip injections went a bit too far. wouldn't give more than a 6/10.

najuma. SEE, NOW WE'RE TALKING. thicccc, gorgeous face, gorgeous body, gorgeous hair, amazing style. those eyes???? MA'AM, SPARE THAT HAND IN MARRIAGE. truthfully the hottest person in the entire cast and i haven't seen the others yet. 12/10.

oliver. YEP, HE DOES IT FOR ME. beautiful face, good body, hate the tattoos, he gets a boot for that, but he seems like the type of guy who talks to you all night and falls asleep on your lap after sharing stories and laughing about nothing. i love the vibe. he also strikes me as the type who can get a little shy. 11/10.

thabi. gorgeous face, cute style, cute hair, cute glasses, lovely energy. i personally think she's the type to like... laugh timidly about things and that's what i like. i just like how bashful and adorable she looks. she really does it for me too. 10/10.

tiffany. um... i don't know... something's off about them. i think it's the head? or the head-to-the-body position? something is definitely off. i do think she's cute though, and the body is a 10/10 for me. she gets a boot for the wonky design but she's gorgeous! 10/10.

tom. very meh. face is generic looking, and he has no lashes??? it's like they said "let's give him a strong jaw to make him look masculine" and it just looks... wrong. hate that hair, it's not the best let's be honest. the body just doesn't go with the face... the design is not designing, there's a disconnection for sure. i don't like it. also, not that it's bad, but he looks like he has a mommy kink, which added 2 points for him lol 5/10.

valentina. see now that's a bombshell! holy shit. great pose, hot. hair on point, face? amazing. love this one but she gets a boot for the tattoo. also, she does look like a dom/top and that energy makes anyone look ten times hotter, and she's already there. 10/10.

will. my-whole-damn-type! oh my god, long hair on guys is a different level. the tattoos though, are such a BOOT. i hate all of them. this is definitely the only character we can all agree it would be a downgrade if he got another tattoo. hair, face, body, it all does it for me. will is gorgeous and it's not even a discussion, but he gets two boots for the tattoos. 10/10. he was supposed to be a 12.

youcef. hate the hair shape, hair color... go back to party city where you belong. hate the outfits, hate the lips, hate the jaw. oh my god, what did they do to this boy?? body? 10/10, but what the fuck is this face??? why does he look so... weird?? he looks in pain when smiling, i- 3/10 and i'm being super generous. you know i am.

and can i talk about something else for a second? WHO THE FUCK DECIDED ON THEIR OUTFITS???

they're horrible! with the exception of will's night outfit, thabi's and najuma's, i don't think there was anybody else's i was into. the clothes are NOT IT.

valentina's dress was a trip to the gyno. girl... you move one inch i can measure your uterus. i also hate angie's... that fabric? so shiny, and in a very bad way. and i hate the sleeves. juliet's... the diaper? the blue dress?? i don't even... i don't... i-

moving on.

cora's blue something is fine but it's not gagworthy. i prefer the neon pieces and i hate neon. she just pulls it off really well and the cut is super cute. i love it.

now...

CAN WE JUST BURN EVERY OUTFIT BRUNO HAS EVER WORN IN THIS SEASON. GIRL, NO. THOSE SHIRTS ARE SO UGLY! just 'cause you're a comedian... dude, tell me the jokes, don't wear them.

youcef's too. what the fuck was that suit??? why are you wearing a bow tie on a vacation? what is... i don't... i- and again, go back to party city where you belong. you look like you borrowed sam winchester's white wig from the last episode of supernatural and gave it a cut yourself. get kobi here, ASAP, it's an emergency.

don't get me started on tom's. it's so corny to wear something that's not... occasion appropriate. that makes the entire outfit misplaced and why the fuck do you have a handkerchief in your pocket? jacket and sneakers, how very ellen degeneres of you. HATE HIS OUTFIT.

dylan can rot in hell. he's the most basic looking motherfucker and i bet he thinks he's the last vibrator on the shelf. BET. white shirt and jeans? GROUNDBREAKING.

kobi's is fine, not much going on but i kinda prefer that over whatever was going on with the others'.

james' i like because it's pink and pink on dark complexion is UNDERRATED. personally i think it took TOO LONG for a dude to wear it. *thinks of rahim and bobby in blush pink*

i just don't think i missed out on much by not playing this season.

the islanders... appearance alone, because i haven't played any episodes, those are my opinions. i remember being so TORN when i first started season 2. gary, rahim, noah and bobby WERE DOING IT FOR ME, you know?

when lucas and henrik came along, same! the only people that didn't cause any stir with me were rocco, jakub, felix and elijah, but the others?? HOLY SHIT. i had to play on different accounts, i just had to.

this art style is not it. what was wrong with s2's?

also, it does look like multiple artists, from different backgrounds, worked on this season's characters and it absolutely shows. some of them look 2d, some 3d. some of them have some bounce to their hair, some look like they're wearing a helmet (*clears throat* YOUCEF AND TOM).

god, they didn't make one effort did they? anyway. those are my scores based off appearance alone.

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 24

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 3,065

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: LET'S JUST TALK

Compared to the decades you've both been apart before, it really hasn't been much longer than a blink of time since you've last seen Bucky, yet you're staring like a deer in headlights anyways, struggling to process all of these damned emotions that overtake you like a tidal wave. At least you're not alone in this reaction, though.

Despite having been the one to call you, Bucky doesn't say anything too quickly himself. He holds the camera at a slightly awkward angle, struggling to keep it level which you aren't sure he realizes. Thankfully, the image remains crystal clear no matter how much he shakes the screen, allowing you to still dwell on his handsome features as if he were standing right here in front of you: his hair and beard have gotten longer, the former tied back into a messy bun; it's a nice look.

"Merry Christmas!" You blurt at last, cursing how much your smile must make you look like a giddy teenager. Oh well, you're too surprised by this unexpected video call to stress over it.

"Merry Christmas," Bucky repeats accompanied by laughter, a smile adorning his own face. You notice it immediately, unable to skip how much happier he seems in the moment compared to months ago. He carries this sort of glow to himself now that you had only ever seen snippets of while on the run, not to mention there's no longer bags under his eyes nor a drag to his voice. He's relaxed, and that alone makes you feel far better than you have been.

Shortly after Siberia, Steve had sent a letter to give you a vague update on things, however that only gave you temporary peace of mind. You often paced around your room wondering just how safe this 'Wakanda' could be for the love of your life. Steve said it's a very secure country and you trust Steve, but cat-man also tried to kill Bucky every time their paths crossed. Will Wakanda really protect him now? Are they capable of protecting him? Is he happy there and not as depressed as your nightmares tell you he is? You could never be quite sure of any answers until finally allowed to confirm them with your own eyes.

"How, um...How have you been?" You ask to get the conversation rolling, struggling to find a comfortable seat leaned against your pillows in the meantime. Not once during your readjustments do you take your eyes away from the tablet.

"I've been good," Bucky answers quickly, although after thinking it over, he decides to add, "I, uh, don't know how much Steve told you, but I actually went under for a while until the Wakandans could find a cure for the Winter Soldier...so that's all better now..."

He tries to play it off as if it's not a big deal, but ends up smiling shyly once you gasp with a huge grin, "Wait, you're serious?! Does that mean there's no more Winter Soldier at all?!"

"W-Well, we tried the trigger words and they didn't work -"

"- Bucky, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you! I was just thinking something seemed different about you, too - that you look more at ease and all. Oh, I'm sure, though! No more worrying about the other guy coming out must really take a big weight off your shoulders, huh?"

He blushes at your kind words, "We shouldn't get our hopes up too high yet...but yeah, it's been pretty nice having one less thing to worry about."

"That's really good news, Bucky - wonderful news!" You can't stop smiling, "What else have you been up to? You'll have to tell me all about Wakanda. They're known for vibranium and I watched King T'Challa's speech, but that's about the extent of my knowledge. What's it like there? Are you enjoying yourself?"

'Are you happy?' Is the question you're trying to hint at, desperately wanting to hear him say the words which will rest your anxieties in regards to everything that happened the last time you saw each other.

Fortunately, Bucky's eager to nod, "It's nice here. They've set me up with this little hut where I'm able to take care of goats all day and the villagers are super nice even though I'm still struggling to learn their language - Oh, and it's all by this huge lake, too. Did you get to see it? I think I put a picture on your tablet. I did it without any help, though, but I think I got it?"

You chuckle, "I did. You set it as the background. I'm assuming you're my secret Santa who sent this then?"

He nods more bashfully this time, "...Do you like it?"

"If it lets me finally catch up with you, then I love it."

This seems to please him as he goes to explain, "Shuri suggested it as a good gift. 'said none of the calls can be tracked by the government, so it would be a safe way to talk to you without giving away either of our locations."

"Smart. Steve sent a burner phone with his letter, but yeah, I didn't want to use it if it would risk any of you seeing as the government's apparently been searching nonstop for your whereabouts."

For the first time, Bucky frowns, the screen shaking a bit as he must've sat down, "...Have they been giving you a lot of trouble because of me?"

His fears dim your own bright spirit, however you don't want to focus on that nor do you want him to. Waving your hand with a so-so sign, you respond truthfully, "Eh, it's been touch and go. I wasn't formally charged with anything at least. Thanks to Tony putting in a good word for me, I pretty much got a slap on the wrist and required monthly meetings with a probation officer, although I do think they've been watching me pretty closely from afar. You know, in case I get into contact with any of my 'fugitive' friends, but seeing as the FBI hasn't busted down my bedroom door yet, they must be slacking off for the holidays."

Bucky gives a dull hum.

"I can't complain, though. Overall, they've been extremely lenient with me all things considered and hey, I get to live in the new Avengers' compound which is a total win! Like, do you see this room? This is first class living right here!" You turn on the opposite camera, proudly showing off your room for Bucky to see, however to your disappointment, it still only brings a vague tug to his lips before they fall back into a frown, "...Okay, what's wrong? Out with it, Barnes."

He fidgets with his own device, not looking into his camera directly even after you turn yours back to your face. When you draw out his name and thus show your refusal to simply drop the topic, he finally caves in, "I don't understand how you aren't upset with me..."

"Why would I ever be upset with you? Bucky, you've done nothing wrong. You were my friend. Together, we were living a peaceful life in Romania which was honestly the happiest months of my life. It was Zemo who came and ruined it. You couldn't have done anything to prevent that. He caught us all by surprise, even the Avengers -"

"- I know...I know..." He whispers, squeezing his eyes shut for a second, "I know you care about me and I know you never hesitate to protect me...But I just keep repaying Siberia in my head. I can't help thinking about when we confronted Zemo and everything that happened afterwards -"

"- Are you mad at me?"

Bucky's head shoots up, looking at you with wide eyes and shock written over his face, "Why would I ever be mad at you?"

It's your turn to shy away from the camera, rubbing the fabric of your pajama sleeves between your fingers as a distraction, "...I don't know. We went all that way together, we almost escaped, then I chose Tony over you at the last minute...I could've gone with Steve and you - "

"- He's your friend -"

"- So are you," you sigh, dropping your head back against your pillows in defeat, "...I didn't even say goodbye to you - I didn't say anything to you! What kind of friend does that?! ...Be honest with me, Buck. Did that upset you?"

He hesitates, "...Yes..."

You inhale through your nose, the guilt pricking your heart the same way it did back then.

"But I wasn't upset with you - not by any means. I was just upset with myself. At first, it was because I saw what I had done. You can argue that I didn't do it physically and that I had no power to stop it, but at the end of the day, Zemo used me to get between the Avengers and it was because you tried protecting me that you almost got into trouble yourself -" When you open your mouth to object, Bucky shakes his head, not giving you the chance, "You can't deny that part, (Y/n). If I wasn't involved, you wouldn't have had a reason to fight your friends or go against the law...That's the other thing that upset me...

"You had given up so much for my sake already - I never wanted to see you sacrifice anything else, yet you were still willingly to. That's why I should've been happy to see you choose Stark's side in the end. I should've been relieved that you finally put me aside for once to make your own choice...but I wasn't happy and that made me angry with myself. Even in that moment, regardless of how much you had given me, I was still hoping you'd go with Steve and I. I felt...lost when you didn't, then guilty for feeling that way because like I said, I should've just been happy for you instead. What right did I have in being that selfish -?"

"- Bucky -"

"- I'm not upset anymore, though - you should know that. I've had a lot of time to think things over for myself here in Wakanda and I thought about, um...- I mean it when I say I'm happy that you've been, uh, happy this whole time, too..." He begins to stumble with his words, trailing off with an eventual curse, "The thing is -...I've realized -...Shit, how do I say this -?"

"- It doesn't feel right when we're apart," you suggest, earning his attention, although you merely shrug with a smile, "No matter what you do, no matter who you're around, you always feel like something or someone's missing. You can be in a room filled with people and still feel lonely without that one person you had gotten so accustomed to being around all the time."

"Y-Yeah..." He rubs the back of his neck with one hand, a faint blush covering his cheeks, "You feel that way, too, then?"

"All the time. It's gotten a little better, but as it turns out, it's surprisingly hard to reset your life after two years."

"Tell me about it," Bucky rolls his eyes and chuckles. He brings his other hand back to the tablet, his mouth moving, however you don't hear anything making you smirk as you realize the reason as to why.

"James, hun, I think you've muted yourself."

He frowns before looking around as he seems to be calling for someone while tapping several buttons in an attempt to fix the problem himself. A girl soon appears on screen temporarily, shouting at him (which you don't need volume to understand) then swatting him away in order to take the tablet and unmute the video herself.

"- I swear, you're worse than a toddler - or my brother for that sake! Always touching stuff and poking buttons! Keep your hands to yourself!" You hear her curse as she walks off, leaving Bucky to pout and look back at you with obvious embarrassment.

"...Is that better?"

"Much," you snuffle your laughter, "You were saying?"

He appears caught off guard by your question and it takes him a good minute or two to remember the exact train of thought he had been having before, yet thanks to you repeating what you had said last yourself, it manages to jog his memory.

"...I was gonna say that I miss you," he admits bashfully, "Don't get me wrong, I like Wakanda and I'm grateful for everything everyone's done for me here even though Shuri can be intimidating at times, but I, um, really miss how it felt living together. I miss how comfortable I automatically felt around you and the way I could just - I don't know, turn around to talk to you. I miss that simple life we had where things actually felt normal as if we weren't on the run or had any terrible secrets to hide...Thanks to you I felt like a normal person and I could never thank you enough for that..."

You feel your heart soar which no doubt shows on your beaming expression, "I meant it earlier when I said those years we spent together were the happiness of my life. I missed -...I've missed you since then. If I'm allowed to be dramatic, it's utter hell whenever I have to go long periods of time without hearing your voice let alone be able to see you with my own eyes. You're a critical part of my life, James. It doesn't matter how much time passes nor what crazy stuff life likes to throw at us, that fact will always remain the same."

Bucky's blush grows brighter and although he dips his head down a bit to hide it, the smile he bites back is enough to let you know your words haven't crossed any line, thus you refuse to take them back.

"Maybe after the smoke's officially cleared, it'll be safe to see each other in person again and, if we're real lucky, we might even be able to, I don't know, live together again - If you're interested in that, of course."

"I'd like that," he nods, his voice breathless despite not having done any kind of exercise, "...I'm just not sure how plausible it'll be. What if the government -"

"- James, it's the government. It took them two years to find us the first time and as much as I hate to admit fault, I think we were getting a bit sloppy towards the end anyways. Living in the city, going on walks and coffee dates - I bet if we used a more concrete strategy, we'd never be found again. As far as the government would be concerned, we dropped off the face of the earth, never to be seen or heard of."

"What's this 'concrete strategy' entail?" Bucky asks, finding himself mirroring the slight smirk you give in response. He knows you well enough to guess you already have a plan in mind and your hum as you pretend to think doesn't fool him into believing he's wrong.

"Hmm...Well, based on the movies I've watched, it seems the go-to spot for hiding is somewhere completely off the grid - preferably the country since I've seen people move to high up mountains and I am not dealing with anywhere colder than Romania."

He chuckles.

"Think about it, though? We'd live off the land, so we wouldn't have to risk going into town for anything and being seen."

"I think living off the land is a lot harder than the movies, dear."

"Oh, we'll figure it out. We're both pretty smart - I am at least," you dismiss while ignoring the nickname he used. You have to worry about one thing at a time and if you make a convincing enough plan for your imaginary futures, you might just get to hear Bucky call you other sweet names that sit directly in your heart, "Also, if we go to the country, you can bring your little goats, too. Good deal, right?"

"I'm not sure if the Wakandans will let me steal their goats."

"I meant we can get you your very own goats. Please don't start stealing goats from people, Bucky. It's frowned upon," you roll your eyes which seems to trigger a yawn you would've never commented on, however Bucky does:

"It's pretty late there, isn't it? I should probably let you sleep -"

"- It's fine. I'm a world champion for lack of sleep, second to only Tony. It's a Stark thing, I suppose."

"Hypocrite," is Bucky's teasing response as he interprets your words in another way than what you had actually meant; a good thing, too, seeing as you're beginning to lose your self control. Yes, you can force your body to stay up for as long as needed to keep talking to him, however is it worth the risk of blurring the lines further between past and present, friend and fiancée?

"Not a hypocrite. I can function just fine on little sleep. You turn into a big grump, though," you counter, muffling another yawn behind your hand. Unfortunately, the smarter side of you eventually forces out the words you've been desperately trying to deny, "...Maybe you're right. Maybe I should get some sleep. It's been a long day..."

Bucky smiles triumphantly, proud to have won an argument with you for once and without having to say much either, although he must secretly admit his own bitter feelings towards the thought of this conversation ending. He could talk to you all night if allowed...

"...Hey (Y/n)...I -'' He starts suddenly after what felt like forever of silent thought, however you cut him off by holding up a hand and giving a tired smile.

"- I think I know what you're going to say, but how about you wait to tell me in person, alright?"

The stress visually melts off his bones into a sigh as he happily accepts not having to worry about those terrifying words right now, after all he prefers your suggestion of waiting for an opportunity to tell you in person anyways, although he does frown slightly at the thought of how long that'll take. This call ending brings him back to reality, reminding him that he doesn't get to see you nearly as often as he would like...How long will he have to wait until you're within arms length again? How long until the right moment to utter those words?

"James?"

"Hmm?"

"You'll start calling regularly, yeah? Remember: it's utter hell for me not to hear from you. You'll take pity on me by calling sometimes, right?"

Bucky smiles gently and nods, "I'll call as often as I can."

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i have 6+ hours to waste at the railway station cause guess what? my train got delayed and it’s so lame

well, so this amazing post by @hepaidattention made me think about how i would want pogues to look like after the time jump. it’s pretty obvious that most teen dramas use time jumps as an option to somehow evolve their characters’ styles. so i think that there’re pretty good chances that the same thing might happen with obx.

okay, we’ll, so what would i want to see for pogues post time jump:

john b. i can actually see them going for something less chaotic with john b’s hair. like maybe something that’s similar to his season one hair, not as blond as it’s now definitely. maybe lighter that chase’s natural color, but not blond [please don’t make him blonder that he is 🤡].

as for his style, i actually see him still wearing his hawaiian shirts, but with calmer prints. like stripes or dots. also i definitely see john b wearing more denim. he’s the only pogue i can see being excited about the denim trends.

jj. well, i’m actually pretty excited to see what jj’s going to wear post time jump cause previously we saw him wearing shirts from places where he worked mostly, so i think him going shopping after they got el dorado money would’ve been top tier comedy, really. anyway, i think jj’s style evolves to something edgy. i’m pretty sure that obx’s weather doesn’t allow him wear his leather jacket often, but i’d be down to see more of it. also, him having so many white t-shirts is something i’ll fight for. i can see jj coming from cloth store with ten white t-shirts explaining that laundry sucks and he’ll just wear new shirt every day. going full kook, right? also i think he also is going to wear more jeans and denim shorts, but i can totally see him still wearing his signature cargo shorts as often as possible. AND CUTOFFS. i’ll never forgive obx wardrobe department if they’ll remove cutoffs. maybe some merch of his favorite bands also?

as for hairstyle i really think that they’ll leave rudy’s regular hairstyle this time. it’s not chaotic as jj’s and now jj really has money to go to barber, sooo

pope. okay, post time jump pope was the easiest for me. it’s pretty clear that in the third season pope’s looks were influenced by jd himself. and i can see the same thing happening in the next season. actually, pope looked so great, i wouldn’t change anything about him.

sarah. where to sign a petition for sarah’s hair to not be so blond? i love how her hair looked in season one, and i absolutely love madelyn’s hiatus hair. the cut, the color – those things suit her so much! still, i’d want them to keep the color and give madelyn the extensions cause i think sarah would wear long hair, you know. and also i love her wavy hairstyles! i need more of them!

as for her style, i can see them trying something more chic. i loved how they gave her flowery tops in third season, so i think she’ll wear something like this after the time jump as well. also, i can’t see girls wearing any dresses in that show cause they’re also on the run, but i would absolutely be on board for them to stop putting those poor girls into those extremely short shorts! i know that it’s how teenagers dress now, but i can only imagine how uncomfortable those things are. maybe put sarah in more denim middle length shorts?

kie. i want them to bring back dark hair for her! it’s something i’ll never stop saying cause bleaching curly hair can totally ruin hair in the first place. and madison has such a great hair color now, so i really hope that they’ll not make her bleach it again. it’s the only thing that i’d change in kie’s hairstyle. everything else is just perfect

as for her style, i think that i’d want to see more of madison’s style for her. like her cloth is still comfy and all, but a little bit more mature? the costume department can totally use bailey’s insta for inspiration. her regular fits are gorgeous! also, there’s a thing in my wardrobe that i absolutely adore, so i would definitely want kie to wear some jumpsuits! i just love jumpsuits, sorryyyy

cleo. i’m really excited to see how they are going to play with cleo’s looks after the time jump. cause this whole season we don’t see cleo wearing any accessories at all, her only accessory is one bracelet on her hand. however, after the time jump she looks so chic and fabulous, that i don’t know what they’re planning to do with her style. maybe she goes for something more chic?

what i would like to see is cleo being the fashion killa, you know. like i can totally see her wearing trendy cargo pants or even parachute pants with some crop tops. idk, she just has rihanna vibes for me, so i would totally want her to be the trendiest one here!

also, i absolutely adore her post time jump hairstyle, so i’d leave it like that.

anyway, if you read to that part, thank you! again, i’m so interested in fashion nowadays,

#the rant no one asked for i’m sorry #anyway i just wanted to share those things here #john b routledge #jj maybank #pope heyward #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #cleo obx #obx #obx4 #outer banks

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Guard My Heart - Ch 3 Your Heart is Glowing

With the end of Indelible in sight (if not exactly *near*) I've been putting more thought to this one. Thanks to @fan-written for sewing insight when I needed it and to @mintaka14 for beta reading for me so this chapter could still be mostly a surprise for @livrever, who's my usual beta. Surprise! (ish) 😁

Just a reminder, this fic was planned before Season 4 was released, so pretend everything past Season 3 doesn't exist, because I'm totally ignoring it for the purposes of this fic.

Gotta admit I'm eyeing that chapter count like hmmmmmm so fair warning, we may be looking at more in the 7-10 range (please please let it be under 10).

Also for those who have never worked in retail, POS in this context means "point of sale" not...that other thing. 😁

Marinette did not look like death, she decided as she examined herself in her own three-way mirror. Her suit was perfectly tailored, black with pink accents to coordinate with, but also contrast, the shop’s color scheme. She’d opted for slacks instead of a skirt so that she could crouch down and pin hems if needed, but they were perfectly fitted while still allowing her the range of motion she needed to work. The jacket was a flattering cut on her, the ruffles of her white blouse peeked out of the sleeves and collar, and her hair was done up in a chignon with some artful tendrils curling down around her neck. Her makeup was subtle but perfectly applied. Kaalki had painted her nails with a pretty base color of pink, and Wayzz had carefully, meticulously added tiny Chinese characters for luck and harmony in black, one on each pinky finger.

“You look perfect, Marinette,” Tikki assured her, peeping out from her pocket.

“I’m so nervous,” Marinette sighed, stepping carefully down from the platform and into the customized, well-padded low heels she had chosen for today. She’d worked hard to make sure they were comfortable, knowing how much she’d be on her feet today.

“It’s going to be okay,” Pollen assured her from the other pocket. “You’ve worked so hard!”

“And your parents have been promoting the shop for weeks,” Tikki added.

“The management company did a great job with the advertising too,” Marinette agreed, walking to her front door, which was no longer covered in paper. She peeked out at the grandstand set up in the square beyond Luka’s shop. “They hired a band and everything. Luka knows them and he said they’re really good ‘for a pop cover band.’”

“Speaking of Luka,” Tikki giggled, poking Marinette’s side and pointing through the window. “He’s coming this way.”

“He—oh!” Marinette grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, stepping aside as she did so. She had no idea how he’d been intending to get the door open himself, since he had a to-go cup of coffee from one of the other shops in the row in each hand.

“Good morning, Luka,” Marinette giggled as he came inside. He was dressed much the same as he did every day, except that his hair was pulled back in a short ponytail and maybe even gelled to keep the sides smooth, and his clothes, while casual, were less faded and ragged than his usual choices. He came in with a self-conscious smile.

“I figured we could both use a pick me up,” he said as he stepped aside so that she could let the door fall closed. “I don’t know about you but I’m nervous as—” He paused when he turned toward her, jaw dropping. “Wow,” he muttered. “You look amazing.”

Marinette smiled at him, doing a little turn to show off her outfit. “Thank you. No better way to feel confident than to look your best, right?”

Luka held out the cup of coffee in his hand. “I’m almost afraid to give you this now. Everything in here looks so fancy and pristine.”

Marinette took the coffee, giggling. “Catch me at the end of the day, barefoot with my hair flying everywhere and wrinkles in my suit.”

His gaze zeroed in on her then, direct and intense, and Marinette’s pulse sped up. “I absolutely will,” he grinned, and with a clear effort, looked away. “I definitely want to hear how the first day went and I’ll probably be glad to have someone to freak out to.”

“As if you ever freak out,” Marinette scoffed, and Luka snorted softly.

“You’d be surprised,” he said, shoulders slumping just slightly. “It may not look like most people’s freakout, but I definitely have them. Maybe I should have followed your example and dressed up, because I feel like I swallowed fifty akumas and they’re all crashing into each other in my stomach.” He sighed. “It’s like getting ready to go onstage with Jagged, only worse, because I’ve never done this before.”

Marinette giggled at the mental image. “You look great, Luka, you’re just fine for the atmosphere you’re trying to create. Or rather, that you create without trying.” She tilted her head slightly as she regarded him more critically. “Although...come with me.”

She took his coffee from him and walked to the back of the shop, glancing back to make sure Luka was following her. She set both coffee cups on the counter before she pointed to the pedestal. “Up.”

“Okay,” Luka drawled, cocking an eyebrow before he took the step up. “Wow, this is humbling,” Luka muttered, staring at his full length, three-way reflection.

“Hush,” Marinette said, pulling open a drawer under the counter to pluck out some supplies. “Take off the hoodie for a minute.”

He did, dropping it off to one side, and then folded his arms over his chest, clearly feeling a little exposed. He eyed Marinette a little dubiously as she approached him with pins attached to a magnet on her wrist.

“Relax,” Marinette murmured as she tugged his arms down so the shirt would hang properly. “There’s nobody here but me, and I’m just going to make a couple of adjustments. You’ll be shocked what a little tailoring can do even for the simplest garments. I’m going to be touching you a lot, so tell me if you start feeling uncomfortable, okay?”

“Sure,” he breathed, hands flexing at his sides. “What do you need me to do?”

“Nothing. Just stand there and think calm thoughts.” Marinette stepped up on the pedestal behind him. “If I just take in the sides and a little bit in the shoulders…” She moved around beside him, gathering the extra fabric and folding it at an angle with quick, practiced movements. She pinned one side, and then did the other, eyeing the tears in his shirt to make sure she wasn’t pulling them out of shape before she put in the pins. “How’s that? Still comfortable? Take a deep breath.” He did, and Marinette watched in the mirror the way his chest pressed against the shirt. Feeling a blush rise to her face, she unpinned and loosened the fold slightly on both sides, and had him do it again. “Okay, that looks good. This is totally the wrong way to go about this by the way, don’t tell anyone I did it. Normally I would be doing a bunch of measuring first, but we’re pressed for time, so this is going to be quick and dirty.”

Luka coughed, the tips of his ears turning red. “Quick and dirty can be fun,” he laughed into his hand, and Marinette slapped his back and pulled his arm back to his side.

“Pervert,” she muttered.

“You’re the one with your hands all over me,” he shot back, and Marinette turned red to her hairline. She was actually trying very hard not to think about the body underneath the shirt she was touching. Because she was a professional.

She sure as hell wasn’t going to let him tease her without getting him back, though. She cleared her throat and then put her hands on his shoulders, putting her chin just over his shoulder so she could look at him directly in the mirror.

“Take it off, Luka,” she told him, and Luka choked.

“Unfair,” he muttered, reaching for his collar.

“You started it. Watch the pins,” she warned him, reaching to hold the hem out away from him. Carefully they got the shirt off of him, and Marinette realized abruptly that she had not prepared for the three shirtless Lukas facing her in the mirror. “I’ll be right back,” she said quickly, and took the shirt and her suddenly flaming face to the back room, flipping it inside out as she went.

Checking the time, she worked quickly, laying the shirt out to mark her line.

“What are you going to do?” Luka asked behind her, and Marinette jumped.

“Luka!” she gasped, putting a hand on her heart. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Not yet,” he grinned with a wink, folding his arms over his bare chest, and she squeaked indignantly.

“Luka,” she whined, throwing a scrap piece of fabric at him that didn’t get very far.

“Sorry,” Luka said, his shoulders curling slightly just like Juleka’s did. “Just nerves coming out, I guess. Anyway, I felt kind of weird standing there like this with all the windows, so…”

“Oh. Right. I should have thought of that and closed the curtain, I’m sorry.” Stupid. Ugh. Left him standing in the shop half-naked—okay stop thinking. “Do you care if I cut this?” she asked, turning to her serger.

“Anything you need to do, as long as I’m dressed when I walk out of here. I’d hate to start rumors.” Luka chuckled.

“I don’t remember you being such a flirt,” Marinette sighed, lining her marks up carefully and checking the machine settings. “Plug that iron in for me?” she nodded over at the iron already set up across the room.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. I swear I’m not, I’m just—” He sighed, and reached back to tug on his ponytail. “Sorry.” He went to do as she asked, and Marinette took a breath and focused on what she was doing. She finished the quick seams, setting aside the excess fabric that the serger had cut. Then she took a breath and got up, facing Luka.

“No, I’m sorry,” she told him, pausing to look up and meet his eyes. “I just kind of waylaid you and dragged you into this and I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

“No, it’s not that, I—” Luka sighed, as she turned back to the machine. “I appreciate that you’re trying to help. I really do.”

“It’s only a little thing, I know.” Marinette hunched her shoulders slightly. “But, well. It’ll help, I promise. Most people don’t realize what a difference a little tailoring can make, even on a simple t-shirt, and it’s so easy to do, and...well, like I said. If you’re comfortable and confident in how you look, you’ll feel better able to face whatever comes. It’s a basic tenet of my business and I really believe in it.” She gave him a smile over her shoulder as she took the shirt to the ironing board. “Trust me.”

He smiled back, trailing after her. “I do.” Then he chuckled as he watched her. “That shirt’s probably never been ironed since I bought it.”

“I kinda figured,” Marinette laughed, “but the seams won’t look right until they’re pressed.” Finished, she held the shirt at arm's length and looked it over carefully before nodding and turning to present it to Luka.

He pulled it back over his head, and Marinette helped him tug it down and settle it. Probably unnecessarily, but she was nervous now, and she couldn’t help fussing over him just a little. When it was on, she ran her hands across his shoulders and down his sides with a satisfied smile before tugging the hem one more time.

“Not bad for a rush job,” she smiled. “Come and see.” She dragged him back out to the mirror again. “I didn’t change much, just gave it more of a fitted shape for you. Not too tight, I don’t want to take away that relaxed air that you have—”

“I have an air?” Luka asked, expression amused as he stepped up on the platform.

“Yes,” Marinette told him insistently, reaching out to tug the hem of his shirt and smooth out the wrinkles. She put her hands on his hips and faced him to the mirror with a smile of pure pride.

“Wow,” Luka said, blinking at his reflection and turning a little. “That...does actually make a difference.”

Marinette giggled. “Consider it thanks for the coffee.”

“Aw man, the coffee,” Luka said, turning and hopping down to check the cups on the counter. “Still hot,” he smiled, and took a sip of his. “Good thing you work so fast.”

Marinette grinned, and picked up his hoodie from the edge of the pedestal before walking over to hand it to him and take back her own coffee. Rather than put it on, Luka looped the hoodie over his arm.

“I better get back over there and get down to business,” Luka sighed, and smiled at Marinette. “You do look amazing, and you’re absolutely going to kill it today.”

“So will you,” Marinette said, smiling back at him. “We’re going to make this work, Luka. Both of us.”

“Right,” Luka chuckled. “So—here’s to today, and I’ll see you at closing time.” He held out his coffee and Marinette clinked hers against it.

“Thanks for the coffee, Luka,” she said, and then impulsively, she rose up on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Good luck today.”

He moved before she pulled back and kissed her cheek as well. “You too.”

She got a lungful of his scent, morning fresh with cologne and aftershave, and coffee carried on his breath, and felt the warm brush of his face along hers, and if she hadn’t been holding the coffee, she might have done something stupid, like grabbing onto him to keep him close. As it was, he seemed to linger there by her cheek for a moment as he said, “Thanks for the pep talk. And the wardrobe upgrade.” Then he turned away from her and covered the distance to the door in long strides, gone so fast that she didn’t have to worry about schooling her expression or covering her reaction.

Marinette went back to the counter on shaking knees and set her coffee down before she dropped it. She leaned against the counter and tried to breathe. She was beginning to realize on a new level just how dangerous it was to have Luka next door. There had always been a certain amount of magnetism between them, but Luka had never affected her like that before...but then she was a grown woman now, and he was very much a grown man, and she really, really needed to be more careful, before she did anything stupid that might ruin their friendship for good. And that would definitely be awkward, considering they were neighbors and both too invested in their new shops to move now.

She couldn’t give him what he deserved, anyway. Better to keep her head in the game and try not to let Luka get too far under her skin. So she was attracted to her friend. No big deal. It didn’t have to be anything.

Marinette took a couple of deep breaths, and picked up her tablet, pulling up her schedule and to-do list. Work. She just needed to work. This was her big day and she was not going to lose her professionalism over a man, no matter how attractive he was. It wasn’t long until opening time now, and she intended to be ready.

“You’re going to do great, Marinette.” Pollen’s little voice made Marinette jump, and she looked down to see the kwami peeping out of her pocket. She smiled and nodded.

“First things first,” Marinette declared, swiping over her to-do list with more force than necessary. “Let’s get started.”

Everything else quickly fell away as she let herself get swept up in the whirlwind of prepping her shop. She made notes as she went through what she hoped would become her morning routine. It would probably take a few weeks to tweak the process until it was absolutely perfect. Marinette had done her best to be prepared the night before, so there wasn’t nearly as much to actually do as there was to check, double check, and fiddle with. The lights on her window displays went out unexpectedly and she spent an anxious half-hour searching for the problem. She breathed a sigh of relief when she got it working again, and then had to go fix her hair and run a lint roller over her suit to remove the evidence of her efforts.

Finally, it was time.

“Well,” Marinette said, tucking a hand in her pocket to run a finger over Tikki’s head. “Here goes nothing.” She walked to her door, opened it, and kicked down the doorstop to hold it open. “We are officially open for business,” she breathed, flashing a welcoming smile to a couple of the people already strolling down the street. She glanced towards Luka’s shop door and saw him fixing his own doorstop. He took a deep breath, and then glanced up and met her gaze. Luka gave her a grin and a wink before disappearing back into his shop, rubbing his hands on the thighs of his jeans. He really is nervous , she thought as she stepped back into her own space. She fidgeted one more time with one of the dresses on display in the window, making sure the hem was perfect, but mostly just trying to look like she wasn’t about to pounce on the first person who walked into her shop.

The first hour or two were a little awkward, and Marinette found herself wishing she had Luka’s gift for reading people. Was she being too attentive? Making anyone uncomfortable? She was well aware that she could be a bit much, and she was almost more terrified of overwhelming a prospective customer than neglecting them.

It got easier, though, as the morning went on, and the sidewalk outside began to fill up with people. Enough people were drifting in and out of the shop that Marinette couldn’t spend too much time with any one person if they didn’t actively want her help, and she began to settle into a more comfortable, professional rhythm.

Much like in the bakery, people tended to come in waves, and during one of the lull periods, a smiling blond appeared in Marinette’s doorway with a silver tray in her hands and an apron over her front. Marinette greeted her reflexively, though she obviously wasn’t a customer.

“Hello,” said the cheerful girl, carrying her tray towards the counter. “I’m Cherry, I own the cafe across the street. I just came to offer you a sandwich and maybe drop off a few of our cards if you’d be willing to put them out.”

“Oh,” Marinette blinked, and then smiled back. “Of course! I’m Marinette.”

“I know,” Cherry grinned, holding up her tray for Marinette to select a sandwich. There were several individually wrapped and labeled with the main ingredient. There was also a stack of business cards piled on one side of the tray, and Marinette took a small pile from the top along with her sandwich. “Luka told me I should come talk to you about designing t-shirts for the cafe.”

“O-oh, he did?” Of course he did, she thought as she arranged Cherry’s cards next to the register.

“He’s so cute,” Cherry sighed, swooning against the counter. “I chatted him up a bit when he came in to get coffee this morning. Doesn’t say much, but he seems like a real sweetheart.”

“He is,” Marinette agreed, hoping she wasn’t blushing as she picked a sandwich and set it behind the lip of the counter. “We’ve been friends for a long time, actually. So, you’re interested in a t-shirt design? It would probably be best if we set up an appointment so we don’t have to rush.”

“Yes,” Cherry said, looking around the shop, and she looked suddenly uneasy. “Though, I’m not sure this is quite the vibe we’re looking for…”

“That’s okay,” Marinette said cheerfully, pulling up her calendar on her tablet. “I can work with a lot of different styles. Why don’t we set up a consultation, and—” She picked up one of her monogrammed business cards and offered it to Cherry. “There’s a link here to my digital portfolio. Take a look at it before our appointment, and if you still feel we wouldn’t be a good fit, you can cancel the consultation, no hard feelings.”

“That sounds great,” Cherry nodded, relaxing a little. Marinette wasn’t especially worried. She had curated her shop carefully but t-shirt and logo design had been her bread and butter for years, helping to keep her afloat so that she could work on her more complex design work. Marinette filled out a customer profile for Cherry on the new system with her contact info.

“That should do it,” Marinette nodded, holding out her hand for Cherry to shake. “I’ll also stop by the shop sometime soon so I can get a feel for the kind of thing you might be looking for.” Marinette glanced at the wrapped sandwiches again and made a mental note to bring over a business card for the bakery as well. “Thank you so much for the food, I hadn’t even thought of eating.

“My pleasure,” Cherry hiked her tray up onto her hip and shook Marinette’s hand. “We’re all going to be seeing each other a lot around here, so we might as well get friendly with our neighbors, right?” She winked and nodded her head at the wall that adjoined Luka’s shop. “Especially the cute ones.” She giggled, took her tray in both hands again, and went out of Marinette’s door, turning in the direction of Luka’s.

She seems friendly, Marinette thought drily, and turned on the best smile she could manage for the next group that came in the door.

As it got closer to lunch time, the shop began to empty out. Marinette found a few moments to eat her sandwich in the back room. It was decent, she grudgingly admitted, but she was still going to pass on her parents’ info. Good bread made everything better, after all.

The shop was still empty when she stepped back out, and Marinette walked to the door to look around. The band was getting set up, and they’d probably start playing soon. There was a long line out of the cafe and several people were sitting at the little tables in the square. Maybe now would be a safe time to take a few minutes and check out the other business owners on the block. They were all in the same boat, more or less, and there might be opportunities for cross promotion that would benefit everyone.

She put up a sign on the shop to let customers know when she would return and set out to meet her neighbors. It was an eclectic set of little shops. There was a vintage book shop run by a spritely elderly lady with spikey, bright purple hair and a broad smile, and a pet boutique run by a shy young man who blushed and stammered when he greeted her. Two cheerful middle-aged men were in charge of an art collective selling painting, pottery, and other goods from local artists. Marinette spent more time there than she should have, there were so many interesting things to see! She reminded herself that she needed to be frugal for now but resolved to come by and pick up some special items for her apartment when she had money to spend on such things.

Marinette had to head back after that, unconsciously bouncing a little to the beat of the band playing in the square, but her step quickened as she realized someone was waiting outside of her door. “Hello, I’m so sorry,” she gushed as she walked up, and the tall girl in front of her turned and smiled. “Oh, it’s Marcie, right? Luka’s friend.”

Marcie ducked her head a little bit and grinned shyly. “Yeah. Luka said I should come check your stuff out. I’m not, um. I have trouble finding clothes sometimes? He said you could help.”

Tall, broad-shouldered, and buff, Marcie definitely wasn’t the target audience for standard fashion. Marinette, though, was excited at the prospect. “I can certainly do that,” she said crisply, unlocking the door.

As she was opening the door and kicking the doorstop into place, she heard a familiar name boomed through the grandstand mic. Startled, she looked over to see Luka climbing the stairs of the grandstand with a lopsided grin as the band’s lead singer/guitarist waved him on.

“Oh, he’s going to play?” Marcie said, having turned at the same time Marinette did. “Awesome.”

The man with the mic handed over his guitar to Luka and grabbed him by the shoulders, moving him over and positioning him in front of another mic despite Luka’s laughing protests. “All right folks, here’s your own Luka Couffaine, owner of the Second Chance antique store there on the corner. Thanks for humoring me, Luka. Love playing with this guy, seriously.”

Marinette covered a giggle with her hand. Luka looked so much more himself with the guitar slung across his shoulders, his hands confident and precise as he strummed the pick down the strings in a graceful motion. Marinette sighed unconsciously, watching the curve of his arm and the motion of his muscles. He put the pick in his teeth for a moment and paused to adjust the guitar strap and a tuning peg. He took the pick out of his mouth and licked his lips, his eyes flicking up to scan over the small crowd. He gave a quick smirk and then looked up at the rest of the band, waiting for the count.

Marinette's smile grew as she watched him play, feeling a surge of nostalgia and at the same time, a strange sense of disconnection between the boy she remembered and the man on stage. Her eyes widened slightly when he stepped up to the mic and began to sing a harmony with the vocalist. She’d never heard him sing before.

There was a cough by her elbow and Marinette jumped slightly. Marcie smiled down at her knowingly, and Marinette blushed. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him play,” Marinette muttered, reaching up to smooth her hair.

“You two used to be a thing, right?” Marcie asked, and Marinette spluttered.

“No! No. I mean. There was a thing, but. We weren’t a thing. Things just, um. Never worked out that way.”

“Oh, I see,” Marcie said, nudging Marinette with her elbow. “A missed chance.”

“Please don’t say it like that,” Marinette sighed, shoulders slumping. “I hurt Luka very badly back then, I know I did, and...I don’t want to risk that again. This isn’t a good time for either of us, we both have so many things to focus on, and I...I’m not good at relationships. I don’t want to do that to Luka again.”

“Oh.” Marcie put her hand on Marinette’s arm. “I’m sorry. I won’t tease you about it, I promise.”

Marinette blinked, and then smiled up at her. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Marcie grinned, and for a while they stood watching Luka play and sing along with the band.

“He looks happy,” Marinette said, without realizing she’d spoken aloud.

“He really does,” Marcie agreed. “I’m glad. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him really happy. He doesn’t talk about it much, but I think touring with Jagged really shook him up and did a number on his confidence. I hope this new start will be good for him, and give him a chance to figure out what he really wants, you know?”

Marinette nodded, sighing softly. “It can be hard, figuring out our dreams don’t really match up to reality.”

The song ended and the crowd gathered around the square cheered. Luka waved his appreciation, and then laughed when the audience groaned as he took the guitar and handed it back to the lead singer. Luka just shook his head as his friend tried to persuade him to stay on stage, slapped the other man on the back, and descended the bandstand stairs. Marinette blinked as she recognized Cherry at the bottom, holding out a bottle of water to him. He grinned and accepted it, nodding at whatever she was saying before throwing his head back to drink.

“It’s a journey,” Marcie sighed, and Marinette had to think to remember what they were talking about. “You’ve gotta find a way to live that’s true to you and still lets you get by in the world.”

Cherry cocked a hip and tilted her head as Luka’s focus returned to her. Marinette rolled her eyes and tore her gaze away, facing Marcie so she didn’t have to see any more. “But here, we’re supposed to be talking about you,” she said, feeling a pang of guilt at being so distracted. “Please, come in, I’m sure I have some things that can work for you.”

Marcie was a fun and challenging client and exactly what Marinette needed to pull her back to reality. Her muscular build reminded Marinette of her old acquaintance Ondine, and Marinette had learned a lot from working with Ondine while she and Kim were dating. Marcie was a bit shy and self-conscious, not confident in her own taste, and it felt good to help her.

Money was an issue, of course. Marinette hated that Marcie and so many others had to spend so much money on clothes just because she fell outside of the traditional mold. Marinette did her best to keep her prices down, but there was only so much she could do without sacrificing quality or undervaluing her own time. Marcie couldn’t exactly afford to fill her closet with bespoke clothing, and buying off the rack wasn’t such a great experience for her either. Marinette put her mind to work, trying to figure out the best way for Marcie to get the most out of her money, and relished the challenge.

Because she couldn’t help herself, Marinette cut Marcie a deal on tailoring, rationalizing that Marcie would pretty much always need tailoring on her clothes and therefore it was actually good business to offer her a discount up front if it meant securing a long-term customer. Marcie left smiling, with one new outfit hanging in Marinette’s back room marked for tailoring, and an appointment for a consultation on altering some of Marcie’s current outfits.

Customers had started to pick up again for the afternoon, and Marinette was kept hopping until well after dark. When she finally closed the door at the end of the day, she had to laugh at the image in her mirror. She wasn’t barefoot yet, but her hair was falling down, her suit was wrinkled, and she looked just as tired as she had predicted. Even so, it had been a good, satisfying day, and Marinette was grinning as she closed out her POS system and did a little dance behind the counter. She went through her closing checklist, and dragged herself upstairs. She was starving , and though she was tired, she was still jazzed, and she had a sudden craving for something indulgent. Pancakes and bacon, she thought, as she kicked off her shoes at her door. The kwamis swarmed around her with congratulations and questions, and she laughed as she tossed her suit jacket over the back of her couch and went to get started on dinner.

She was frying the second pan of bacon when a sharp knock on the door made her jump. She glanced around as the kwamis quickly zipped into hiding, and then went to the door. She had to stand on her toes to look out the peephole, but once she saw the familiar figure outside she dropped back to her sock feet and undid the lock.

“Luka,” Marinette said as she opened the door. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine, I just…” Luka seemed to hesitate, and then let out a gusty sigh and grinned at her. “I’ll be honest, whatever you’re cooking smells amazing and I’m starving. I came to beg.”

Marinette blinked at him, and then burst out laughing, stepping back to open the door. Luka slouched inside with his hands in his pockets, a self-deprecating smile on his face.

“I’ll tell you what,” Marinette said, closing the door behind him. “I’ll feed you, and then you play for me. Deal?”

“Deal,” Luka chuckled. “I would have done that for free though.”

Marinette looked over her shoulder and winked at him as she went back to the kitchen. “I would have fed you for free too. I don’t have a table, so belly up to the bar. I’m almost done.” She waved him toward the stools and went back to the kitchen. She saw Daizzi poking his head out of a cabinet to give her a mournful look and mouthed sorry at him. It was a little disturbing to her how much Daizzi loved bacon, but pigs were pigs.

She flipped the last of the pancakes and tipped the pan of bacon onto the plate, and then turned back to ask Luka a question that she immediately forgot as soon as she met his eyes. He blinked quickly and straightened a little.

“So how was your first day?” he asked before she could say anything. He looked down and traced the pattern of the corian with his index finger.

“What? Oh, busier than I expected,” she said, turning back to the stove with some confusion. “The promotion and the band and all the grand opening festivities really drew a crowd. Time will tell if any of the contacts I made are worth anything for the future, but it felt good to start with a bang. Yours?” She glanced over her shoulder.

“Same,” he said, leaning his chin on his fist. “I was really freaked out at first about actually trying to sell stuff, but in the end it was really just a lot of talking to people, listening to their stories, and pointing them in the right direction now and then. I don’t love the bargaining but the rest of it went okay. Lots of tourists, so the small things moved pretty well. Everybody loved the turtle, by the way.” He grinned, and Marinette giggled. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

The kitchen was so narrow that Marinette doubted she could have shared space with even her mother without several full-body collisions, let alone someone of Luka’s height and armspan, but she tried not to smile as she declined. “I’m almost done anyway,” she said, and then frowned. “Maybe I should have made some eggs. Do you want eggs?”

“Don’t do anything extra for me,” Luka protested, and Marinette rolled her eyes, stepping to the fridge.

“Thanks for the coffee this morning,” Marinette said, as she opened the carton of eggs, trying to decide how many to make. “It was really sweet of you to think of me.”

“Well, you’ve always been my lucky charm,” Luka chuckled. “My life was brightest when you were in it. I’m happy to get you coffee if it means you’ll stick around.”

Marinette jolted, fumbling the egg carton. She managed to keep it from tipping and quickly set it on the counter. Taking a deep breath, she braced her hands on either side of it, closing stinging eyes.

Big hands closed on her shoulders in a tight squeeze, and then reached forward to wrap around her, pulling her back against Luka’s warm body. Marinette’s hand curled around his forearm on instinct and she hung her head.

“No,” he said quickly, voice low and urgent. “No, no, I didn’t mean it like that, Marinette, I swear. I’m sorry, I was thoughtless.”

Marinette opened her mouth and drew breath to tell him it was okay, but the breath hitched in her throat and escaped again as a sob. Luka reached around her to turn off the stove. His hands moved back to her shoulders, coaxing her to turn, and then guided her head to his shoulder as he swayed with her gently, making soothing noises.

Marinette pressed her face into his shoulder and gripped the back of his shirt, trying to keep back the tears.

“I’m so sorry,” Luka sighed. “I’m still shit when it comes to saying what I mean. I just...I’m happy you’re in my life again, Marinette, and I hope you’re going to be here for a long time, but—but if you’re not...you need to be you, Marinette, and live your life the best you can. I’d never want to hold you back or, or stop you from doing that, I just…I’m so sorry for making you cry.” He pressed his face to her hair. “I swear I didn’t mean it like that. I swear I didn’t.”

Marinette took a shuddering breath against him. “Shut up,” she mumbled. “And go get your guitar.” She straightened up, and pushed him gently away. “I’ll be done cooking when you get back.”

He was still and silent for a long moment, as if he hadn’t understood her, but then he pulled back, hands finding her shoulders again to squeeze firmly. “I’ll be right back,” he told her, bending down slightly to look in her face, and then he practically ran out of the apartment.

Marinette turned back to the counter and buried her face in her hands for a moment. A fuzzy body collided with her fingers and she shifted to hold it against her cheek as Roarr nuzzled her. She heard the stove click back on, and knew Tikki and Daizzi were continuing her breakfast-for-dinner prep.

“Can I bite him?” Roarr growled, rubbing her face all over Marinette’s.

“It’s not his fault,” Marinette whispered. “He didn’t mean to. He doesn’t know, how could he?”

“Don’t care,” Roarr grumbled, and Marinette had to smile..

“I did leave him, emotionally, even if he’s the one who left physically. I was checked out before he left and he knows it. Of course he knows it. He just doesn’t know why, because—” She sighed, tired of the worn path in her mind. He didn’t know, because she couldn’t tell him, because—

Barkk landed on her shoulder with a little whimper and licked her cheek. “Don’t be sad, Marinette,” he said, and she reached up to scratch behind his ears as well. Marinette heard a few tentative notes from Luka’s guitar next door, tuning. She felt a twinge of guilt for breaking down on him like that.

“I’m all right,” she promised them, drying her eyes on her sleeves. “Okay, go hide before he comes back.” She gave both kwamis a little kiss and a pat before they sailed off, and gave a grateful smile to Tikki and Daizzi as she took back the pans. They each hugged her cheek, and went off to hide, just as Luka knocked and opened the door. He leaned in, eyebrows slightly raised.

“Are you sure you want me around?” he asked softly. “I can order in, or just take the food and go, if you’d rather—”

“No, no, please come in,” Marinette said, setting plates piled with pancakes on the breakfast bar. “I’ve made way too much to eat by myself, anyway.”

“It’s like you knew I was coming,” he joked as he set his guitar by the sofa and slid, tentatively, onto the barstool, like he was still afraid she might kick him out. Marinette laughed weakly and put the plate of bacon between their two plates. She couldn’t very well tell him she was cooking for herself plus a horde of tiny gods, but the look on his face probably would have been priceless.

She handed Luka the silverware and got out butter, syrup, and two glasses of milk before finally coming around the bar to sit down next to him.

“I’m really sorry I got so upset,” Marinette began, feeling she owed him an explanation. “It just...feels like I’m always leaving people. I get so busy and I overcommit and then people are upset, and I guess...I guess somewhere along the line it was easier to just...stop trying. I can’t expect other people to do all the work, you know? It’s better just to let them go. Maybe someday when—” when I don’t have to be Ladybug anymore “—when things are different, then I can have those kinds of friendships again. It just feels kind of impossible right now.”

“It’s not impossible,” Luka said gently, reaching over to lay a hand on her wrist. “Not at all.”

The look Marinette gave him must have been skeptical, because he smiled and withdrew his hand. “So my mom basically kicked me out of the house when Juleka turned eighteen and started modeling seriously,” he said, moving some bacon slices onto his plate as Marinette blinked at his abrupt change of topic. “It was pretty obvious that between university classes and her career, Jules wasn’t going to be back permanently any time soon, and Mom was just...ready to do her own thing again. I mean, she’s always done her own thing to an extent, but there were sacrifices she made to provide a minimal level of stability for me and Jules, and now she doesn’t need to anymore. So she told me I needed to find a place of my own, and almost before I knew it, I was couch surfing with friends and Juleka, and all our stuff was in storage. She traded the Liberty in on something a little more seaworthy. Now she’s living her best pirate life on the Liberty II and…” He gestured vaguely towards his apartment.

“Doesn’t that bother you?” Marinette frowned, leaning her chin on one hand as she pushed her food around on her plate with the other.

Luka didn’t answer right away, tucking into his dinner before he answered. “It bothered me a little bit, that she didn’t give me much warning, but her leaving didn’t bother me.” He smiled gently at Marinette. “No matter where she goes, she’s still my mom, and she still loves me, and I still love her. Just because she’s not here right now, and we don’t talk every day, or even every week, doesn’t change that we love each other. Same with Jules. She’s got her own life now, and sometimes we go weeks without seeing each other. When we do, though, it’s no big deal. She’s still my sister. It’s like we were never apart.”

Marinette couldn’t think of anything to say to that, and looked down, only to look up again when Luka put his hand on her back.

“I know it sounds different, because we’re family,” Luka said, “but it’s not. There’s friendships that are like that, where you do your own thing until your lives intersect again, and then it’s like you were never apart. And then your roads part and you wave goodbye until the next time. Forget all this recordkeeping bullshit about who texted who last and how long it’s been and whether you remembered to send them a facebook message on their birthday, or how many invitations for drinks they’ve passed up and bailed on. There’s all kinds of friendship out there, Marinette. You’re not doomed to be alone and isolated forever, just because you’re talented and driven and career-oriented, and you know where you want to be in life.”

Almost. Almost, he understood, except he couldn’t, because she couldn’t tell him the real truth. She couldn’t tell him how it wore on her to lie to everyone in her life, or the way those lies created distance simply by virtue of existing—distance the other person could always sense but couldn’t understand. Just like now, in this conversation. She was holding back, and he knew it, and he didn’t get why. Right now, he thought it was a trust issue, that if they ever grew close enough, she would eventually open up and tell him what was really the matter, and that distance would be gone.

Except that would never happen, and he would get tired of waiting, and hurt that she still didn’t trust him, and he would eventually recede even further, and fade into yet another background character in her life, a polite acquaintance with a silent grudge she could never assuage.

It was nice that he was trying, though. She gave him a weak smile, and nodded, though she could feel her lower lip trembling.

Luka’s smile was sad, and he brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek before he went back to his food. Eventually, Marinette’s hunger got the better of her melancholy mood, and she was able to enjoy the fluffy pancakes and the bacon she had been able to make just the way she liked it. Luka made a contented noise. “This is the thing I miss the most from the States,” he said, waving his fork at his plate. “I don’t know how they can eat this much heavy stuff for breakfast but for dinner?” He made a little moan and Marinette giggled. That gave her an opening to ask about his travels, and they made quiet, comfortable small talk until they were finished eating.

Luka gently insisted on helping her clean up, humming quietly as he stood beside her, drying the dishes that she handed him.

“All right,” she said, taking the dishtowel from him. “I’ve done my part. Time for you to pay up, sir.”

Luka chuckled. “Sure. Do you want to go change or anything?” He indicated the suit she was still wearing. “Not that you don’t look good, but—”

Marinette snorted and laughed, looking down at herself. “No, you’re right, I could definitely be more comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

She ended up just changing into her pajamas, a set that had a shirt that buttoned over the camisole so she didn’t feel too exposed, and by the time she came back out of her room, Luka was settled on the couch, fingers moving in slow, thoughtful motions over his guitar, just random chords as far as she could tell. His eyes were half closed, but as soon as she sat down on the other end of the couch and pulled her feet up under herself, he shifted into a gentle tune. Marinette folded her arms on the couch arm and rested her head on them, watching Luka play since he didn’t seem to be looking at her.

“Anything you want to hear?” he asked softly.

“Whatever you feel like playing,” she replied, and he nodded.

The music seemed to just wander for a moment, and then picked up into something she recognized. Luka didn’t sing, which she kind of regretted, having heard him earlier in the day. She’d like to hear him sing on his own, someday.

Snatches of the words played in her mind as she closed her eyes and listened.

…Just keep breathin and breathin’and breathin and breathin

… You remind me of a time when things weren’t so complicated…All I need is to see your face…

…Just keep breathin and breathin and breathin and breathin

“Marinette?”

“Hmm?” She opened her eyes and blinked at Luka. He smiled at her.

“Maybe I should go. You look so tired.”

I am so tired.

“One more?” she asked, and he chuckled.

“Sure,” he said, still smiling, and turned back to his guitar.

Again the melody wandered for a moment, and then he settled into something soft that she didn’t recognize.

She opened her eyes for a moment when he began to sing, but he wasn’t looking at her.

“Fare thee well, my own true love,” he sang, “Farewell for a while…I’m going away…but I’ll be by…though I go ten thousand miles…”

She let her eyes fall closed again…and when they opened, it was to the beep of her alarm, and the snores of the kwamis burrowed in the bed all around her. Marinette fumbled for the button on her alarm, and managed to turn it off. She lay blinking for a moment, trying to think. She vaguely remembered Luka’s soft voice, and his arm around her, supporting her as she zombie-walked to bed.

Marinette supposed she ought to be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. Anything, or nothing, Luka had promised her long ago, and despite the way things had fallen apart between them, he’d offered her nothing but friendship and affection since they both moved in. No judgment, no hurt, no resentment. It couldn’t last, but it was nice while she had it. She closed her eyes and tried not to remember that eventually she would have to push him away.

“Marinette?” a squeaky voice asked, and she opened her eyes again to find Daizzi floating in front of her nose. “Is there any bacon left?” he wanted to know.

Songs:

Breathin by Ariana Grande, specifically this cover by Eddie van der Meer

10,000 Miles by Mary Chapin-Carpenter

Fiction Master Post

#quickspins #guard my heart #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #pro lukamari

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cookie-run-university-au · 2 years

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back with the asks: what you got on my boy espresso

*cracks knuckles*

I am SO happy you asked friend

He is the youngest across all 4 of the schools. He is 15 when he gets into the Magic University because of his amazing grades and Pure Vanilla wanting to support his research further

He is housed alone in the dorms due to his age. He uses the opportunity to sneak some of his equipment into his room

Steals Latte's cat from her dorm every once in a while

The closest with Latte in his biological family. They were inseperatable as kids and when he moved in with her and her parents later on as well

He considers Seaweed and Licorice family despite them having no biological bonds

He went to the same Middle School as Madeleine, both of them finishing as top of their classes

Short. He is 5'0" but will have a growth sprout that gives him his stupid height

He usually wears long sleeves or gloves whenever he can. He has many scars on his hands, arms, legs and some on his torso from failed experiments, magic gone wrong and his bad living conditions as a child

He is not the best with magic. He isn't bad at it but since he has to figure things out almost completely alone (Latte can only help so much) he is struggling quite a bit with it

He keeps his hair long to look more like his loved ones. Latte, Seaweed and Licorice all have long hair so he wants to match to them instead of his mother who always had short hair. He also cannot be bothered set an appointment to cut it at this point. Latte offered to cut it for him but when she did that before he got a loopsided bowl cut which he hated. He doesn't trust her with his hair now and he can't cut it himself

Anxious 24/7 even without coffee

Speaking of coffee, Latte usually keeps an eye on him so he doesn't drink 20 cups a day and actually gets other things to drink and eat. He is really bad with self care

Braids Latte's hair for comfort. She is usually the person he turns to when he is nervous, sad or overwhelmed and she usually lets him mess with her hair while he rants or calms down. (She cuts it in her last year of Uni and he is actually really dissapointed but she is happy so he doesn't say anything)

Autistic. Not the best with tones so people think he is rude when he is not masking

Light overwhelms him very easily. He grew up in a literal dark place so he never got completely used to light after he moved. He uses his hair as a shield more often than not

"Rules are but a suggestion." Disregards all school and life rules (sometimes laws) that inconviniace him too much. Despite that he almost never talks back to authority figures (teachers, police, parents of others', shopkeepers, ect) and keeps a timid, collected appearance around them

Knows how to do pretty much all household chores including cooking but he doesn't like to do them with others around. He stress cleans when he is unable to leave his room

Nervous around new people but once he gets comfortable he talks their ears off when given the chance

Only allows touch to his friends. The closer they are, the more he lets them do it. Sometimes he goes out of his way to give people some physical contact as well to silently show he likes them

Parallel play and touch are his main love languages. Kumiho thought someone was breaking in for the first few times he showed up unannounced at midnight to hang out with nothing but a book. She ended up getting used to him and leaving him a pillow to do whatever with

Close friends with Strawberry Crepe. They bonded over their families and both of them being in higher education compared to their ages. He tutors them whenever they get confused about a subject and he is usually the person they come to when upset or need advice.

He almost never tells Strawberry Crepe about him being upset since they consider them as their non biological sibling. He firmly believes adults should not use kids as emotional crutches. Strawberry Crepe keeps telling him he is literally 15 and full of shit for that. He does ask them for advice every so often

Finds the ceremonial uniform embarrassing. He teased Latte about it when she first started Uni but now she teases him back whenever they have to wear it.

Fun fact 90% of this is based on Freshman Espresso, almost completely leaving out the rest of the years

I got a little carried away haha-

(Edit: I spent 50 minutes writing this apparently)

#cr uni au #cookie run university au #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #espresso cookie #latte cookie #licorice cookie #seaweed cookie #kumiho cookie #strawberry crepe cookie #pure vanilla cookie #madeleine cookie #uniau asks #character asks

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nilolol30 · 9 months

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Monkie kid oc Vick!

• Name: Vick

• Age: 24

• Gender/pronouns: Female she/her

• Goal: To get as strong as her mentor.

• Relationships: She cut off her family after deciding it was too much of a toxic environment her relationship with Macaque is platonic him being a father figure while Mei and Mk became her bff’s meanwhile she has a crush on a certain red boy.

• Role: Macaques student.

• Job: Waitress.

• Past work: Average store cashier.

• Personality: Very outgoing and tends to make sure whatever plans she has gets finished as fast as possible her humor mostly is sarcasm but she is also a bit of a trickster pulling pranks, she has a habit on always having some sort of blackmail, whenever she’s on the battlefield she’s very focused unless she is absolutely sure she has the upper hand she can get confident and cocky and now thanks to Macaque’s amazing theater teachings she likes to act in many many ways often switching from a scared unknowing bystander to mean ruthless villain in a dime.

• Home life: She keeps her apartment tidy enough it’s not completely clean but not too messy after she gets back from work or training she immediately cleans herself up , feed the stray cats outside, make dinner and lay in bed watching any sort of YouTube videos while eating.

• Work life: She keeps to herself mostly not really interested in befriending anyone who comes or works in the casino she zones out following her usual routine and premade lines for the customers she’s very indifferent about work as long as they pay well then it’s whatever.

• Origin story: She moved away from Australia to Megapolis to have a fresh start later she began being mentored by Macaque at first she was a test for his plan against Mk but he ended up taking it seriously and officially began trained her and building a bond (slowly) after the fight with Mk Macaque tasked her to “befriend” Mk to spy on him she was worried she might get to attached to Mk but Macaque told her to ditch of she felt like she was getting any feelings.

So around season 2 Vick befriended Mk and Mei she mostly stood in the background and didn’t mess with the adventures she ended up getting a long with Pigsy and while that was happening she updated Macaque on what’s happening with Mk at the shadow play episode is where Macaque revealed to Mk that Vick was spying on him and the three fought a little.

Outside Macaque told Vick to head home and rest up and he went to get the lantern (we all know what happened there)

But skip to season 3 and Vick teamed with Mk to defeat Lady bone demon while it took a while they soon got along again after a deep talk and apologies Vick mostly keeping her interactions with Wukong very short during the journey but they get on good terms later mostly just annoying eachother.

• How she sees herself: She always sees herself strong and mostly independent but during bad days or something went bad she sees herself as a failure or mistake that mostly stems from her childhood.

• Character Inspiration: Mae Borowski (Night in the woods) Rika Kawai (Wonder egg priority) Asuka (Eveangelion)

• Fun fact: She cuts her own hair and feeds all the local stray cats outside her apartment (Unfortunately pets aren't allowed)

•Fighting style/J: F*ck it we ball.

Quotes/lines:

“It’s kinda funny but whenever we plan on getting into a battle Macaque makes me wear something purple I dunno something about matching aesthetics? he’s so theatrical”

“What’s so wrong with my hair? I like the messy look at least it’s not constantly everywhere plus I don’t have time to go to a barber”

“Where are those two idiots?”

“None of what I felt the time we spent together was fake I know this will never make up for what I did but I am really sorry…”

“I managed to kick your ass once I think I can do it again!”

“Done being all brooding yet or we’re just gonna stay on top of this roof?”

“We practiced this already like a million times! Why not go all out?”

“That’s a colorful vocabulary for someone who’s on camera do us a favor and smile”

“Alright drama queen got it”

“Crap did one of the cats sneak in?”

“Ah can we wrap this up? I don’t want to be late for work!”

“I’ve been pretty damn fine without help I think I can figure this all out on my own”

Pictures: all from picrew not mine

Lego picture:

Music:

Voice claim: Catra (She-ra)

If you followed me for a bit you've might have already seen Vick but I wanted to give her a proper welcome here and upgrades!

#monkie kid #monkie kid oc #lego monkie kid oc #lmk oc #ocs

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luminousjellyfishy · 1 year

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This was a survey I took on Quotev, and it really helped me flesh out Ebon!

here it is!

My answers beneath the cut!

Heya, let's just begin, shall we? Okay, so let's start off simple. What's there name and name meaning?

Ebon. It's a shortened version of ebony, which is a wood of dark colouring.

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How about there age?

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Physical appearance?

A skeleton monster covered in corruption (teal and black goo). Dark grey sweater with blue accents. Light grey shorts with aqua sides. 4 tentacles come out of his back.

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How do they act around others?

Very standoffish. They're fairly shy and don't like socializing. He may come off as rude, but does get along with close friends.

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How do they act by themselves?

Silly, dances to his own music sort of thing.

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Are they from a fandom or no?

Undertale

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Any love interests?

Nope. Not as far as he's concerned anyways.

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Have you submitted them to any OC groups?

I have no idea what an OC group is-

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Do you have a published chapter story about them?

No, but I should. Good idea!

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Published short stories?

I haven't personally, but my friend Squid has!

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Do you use the character often?

Ebon is my main OC (even more than my sona, lol), so I use them a lot!

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Have you ever made them in any avatar all of website?

Tumblr

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Do you like the character?

YES

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Do you draw them often?

Most definitely. I love my baby boy.

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Do you write with them often?

I should, but alas, I do not.

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Do they like horror?

Hmmm, not the biggest fan, but will watch with someone else just to see them scream.

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What's there opinion on chocolate?

Put any form of chocolate in their sight, and POOF. It's gone.

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Do they like cat ear headphones?

Only his parents know that their main set of headphones are cat-eared.

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What about cat ear headbands?

Will wear them to mock other people.

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What do they think of hair ribbons and accessories in general?

No hair, but does like putting bows on his head for fun and style.

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Do they fall in love often?

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Do they have any friends? If so, how many?

Star, Jupiter and Atlas are his outside family friends.

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Do you remember when you made them? If so, when, or around when, did you?

July 15th, 2020. The baby is technically 2 years old ;-;

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How much have they changed by your tweaking as a character maker?

Not much, when I first designed them, he had solid black tentacles, now (thanks to Firefly), they have teal tips.

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How much have they changed by character development?

I mean, when I first made him, they didn't have much of an overall "character", it was just facts about them. Now I feel like he's a lot more fleshed out.

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Do they have a team for something? Are they in a club?

If they were allowed to go to an actual school, then he wouldn't join anything other than Trivia club. He loves general knowledge, and sucks at sports.

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What's their friend group like?

Chaotic.

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Are they the precious one, the smart one, the mom friend, the friend who's constantly staring at their phone?

I'd like to say either the smart one or the one always on their phone.

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What do they think of peanut butter and peanuts?

Disgusting.

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Do they like circuses?

No, it creeps him out.

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Their opinion on lung diseases? (Such as pneumonia, the pneumatic plague, tuberculosis)

They spread negativity, so he finds it funny when someone is suffering.

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Do they like to draw? If so, what do they draw?

He thinks he's amazing, but he actually sucks. Don't tell them.

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What are their hobbies and interests?

He can play violin, and they like writing *cough* fanfic *cough*. He is also trying to learn how ton knit. They love sweet anything, and tries to cook, but kinda sucks.

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What's their room look like?

Space ceiling with those glow-in-the-dark stars, and dark purple walls. Bed has dark teal pillows, sheets are dark purple, blankets are black with teal stripes going in cross hatch like pattern.

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Do they like, dislike, or are completely neutral to, shopkins?

Neutral.

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What do they think of long surveys like this?

Boring and a waste of time.

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Anything they'd love to share but just aren't confident to? If so, what is it?

He would love to tell people that they're lonely, but he knows that it's for the best.

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What's their diet like?

It would be all sweets if it wasn't for his parents forcing him to eat normal foods.

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Are they insulted often?

If he went out into the Multiverse ever, then yes they would be. He is the son of the two most hated beings in the Multiverse, so people would hate him too, if anyone knew about him.

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Were they ever bullied?

They would've been for his appearance if he had ever been to an actual school or been in the real world outside their home.

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Are you worried they're to similar to another character in any aspect?

I know that he is a shipchild, so they should be fairly similar to Nightmare, but I fear they might be too alike.

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What's their home life like?

The whole family gets along well, and it's an overall good home life.

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How are things at work and/or school?

N/A

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Their favorite animal?

Not surprisingly, an octopus.

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Most annoying thing to them?

When people are feeling overly positive emotions (he's an empath)

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Worst life experience?

Corruption at age 6

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Best life experience?

Aftermath of corruption when he figured that they now had tentacles.

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What would absolutely break them? What would it take? Has it already happened?

If his twin sister, Naima, died. It did happen sort of, because when she corrupted when they were 6 years old, she went blind, and that killed a part of Ebon since Naima never acted the same way again.

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Would would make them an egotistical snob of sorts?

Ebon is very much an egotistical prick. He is incredibly full of himself in personal opinions. They don't express so forwardly like his father (Error), but his self opinion is very high.

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What do they think of characters with red eyes and black hair with a mostly red and black color scheme are other wise original?I Nozomi: Why does the color scheme thing sound so familiar?

He doesn't really care about those types of characters, they exist everywhere, so it's kinda hard for him to like them when they are aren't original.

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Do they like to write? If so, what do they write?

FANFIC

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If they watch YouTube, what would be the first six video titles to pop up in their recommended if you looked right now?

1. Vines - Try Not To Laugh 2. Memes 3. Animation memes for Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 4. Anime 5. Remixes of songs they like 6. Gacha memes

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Do they like green beans?

He doesn't mind them.

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How about corn?

Loves

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Do they have an improper diet?

Candy, that's all I'll say. Candy

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Are they a joke character?

Nope

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How's their life been like? (I mean backstory)

He corrupted at 6 years old (A very painful experience, they still have scars on their lower back from where the tentacles came out). They grew up in isolation (excluding household family), not going to school or talking to people outside his house. Other than those,

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Do they chew gum while they work on things?

Nope, they can't stand the texture of any type of gum.

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Do they have good observational skills?

Yes. Ebon will watch people very closely, and use their fears against them later.

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do they speak multiple languages? How many? Which ones?

English, but they're learning French and Spanish.

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K-Pop of J-Pop?

J-Pop

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Rap or slow music?

Slow music

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Do they even like music?

Yup! He loves listening to it whenever he's busy.

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Their thoughts on romance?

he's demibiromantic asexual, so romance is pretty cool to them.

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Write them inner monologue as if you were them.

"Chocolate? Is that chocolate? I think it is... shit, dad's coming and it's probably his chocolate..." *steals it and runs*

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Their first pet?

Not Ebon's personal pet, but Killer's cat, Mish Mish. It was the pet the gang has ever owned.

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Do they even like animals?

He likes sea animals, but not really land animals.

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What do they think of puppets and ventriloquist's?

Really cool. His dad (Error) plays with/makes puppets and is a very skilled ventriloquist, so Ebon is practicing to be the same, so far, the practice is going incredibly well.

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Are they obsessive about grammar? How much do they care about it?

Just like his dad (Nightmare), he is OBSESSED with correcting grammar.

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Pretending you were them, write their most embarrassing moment.

"I can't believe I just did that. I literally just started playing a meme in front of my parents-"

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Being you again, write their most embarrassing moment.

A couple years ago (12 years old), Ebon was getting pretty skilled with violin, but was also pretty into meme songs. While he was performing a song they had just learned for his parents, the notes sounded similar to a meme, and switched to that song instead of the other one.

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If they were here with you right now watching you fill this out, would they be bored?

More bored than any other time.

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Do they think I'm a robot?

Probably.

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Does the idea of me being a robot sound appealing to them?

Nah, Ebon couldn't care less about robots.

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Do they like robots?

He likes breaking them apart (Mettaton).

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Spear mint, winter green, sweet mint, pepper mint, or chocolate mint?

They have no idea what the difference is.

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What one word best describes them?

Cunning

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Do they trust Google translate?

Not really, it doesn't help much compared to his parents.

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Do they know the difference between Google and a Google Plex?

Yes

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Do they even watch YouTube?

YES

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Are they ever online?

All the time, they enjoy Tumblr

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Do they play video games?

Sometimes, he's good at beat saber, and bullet hell games.

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Any siblings? What are they like?

Ayla (Horrordust) is his older sister, and Kukri (Kross) is his younger sister.

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What are their parents like?

Biological parents are evil (towards other people), but at home they love all 3 of the children.

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Do they favour mom over dad or dad over mom or neither?

They don't prefer either, but Ebon has a closer bond with Nightmare than with Error because they've both corrupted ans they both like reading. They just get along more.

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Are they interested in the world around them?

Not really, he just likes helping to destroy the world around them.

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How many love interests have they had as canon is in their story?

None.

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How many love interests have they ever had, whether or not you kept the idea of them liking that character?

None lol

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I'm going to give you a list of taboo and somewhat disgusting subjects, feel free to skip. What do they think of these?

Incest Cannibalism Bestiality Cheating

Disgusted by incest and bestiality, he doesn't understand cheating (never been exposed to it) and cannibalism is normal to them (Horror)

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Oh look we only have the questions left? How do you feel? How would they feel if they were filling this out?

Grateful it's almost over.

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What are their dreams like?

They don't tend to dream a lot, but when they do, they're often nightmares.

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Do they often have lucid dreams?

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Worst dream (no, not nightmare, dream) they've ever had?

They were forgotten in a Universe that was crumbling to death.

100

Best dream they've ever had?

They don't have good dreams all too often, so every non-nightmare is a good one.

100

Worst nightmare they've ever had.

Parents and siblings were killed by the Star Sanses and Ebon was forced to live by himself in hiding.

100

Best nightmare they've ever had?

No good nightmares, but if we're going to get technical, then any nightmare they inflict on others in a good one to Ebon.

100

What's their sense of humour like?

Funny to his family, but other people would find it concerning.

100

How do their friends treat them? How does their significant other (if they have one) treat them?

They only have two outside of home friends, and they're both family... so... uh... Technically no non-family friends?

100

Their thoughts on love?

Open to it, but needs to find someone interesting enough.

100

Now, are you proud of them. And, thank you for taking my survey.

Of course I am!! I love Ebon so much and I'm incredibly proud!

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stardewlily · 8 months

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Thank you so much to @potatoaiisle for this beautiful commission of Seb & Lily. I absolutely adore this, all the little details make it so perfect - the sparkle on the mermaid pendant, the rays of light through the window, the sweet expressions on their faces. This picture makes me so happy... eeeee :)

Please check out her commission info on her blog. She really is an amazing artist and a totally lovely person. Without her constant encouragement I would not only never have posted any of my stories, I would probably also have deleted my entire account many times over. So thanks for that too!

I wrote a ficlet to go with this picture, which you can read under the cut. It's just a short scenario from when they are married in the future. There is some implied sexual content but nothing graphic, still, please only read on if you're okay with that.

A Husband's Duties

Sebastian sighed as he checked his work for the second time. This was always the worst part about coding, going through all the lines afterwards. To be honest, it was amazing he didn't get more headaches than he did, he was sure he was going to end up needing glasses before he was thirty at this rate.

He heard the bathroom door swing open behind him as he carefully scanned his work.

'That must be Lily,' he thought to himself. 'I should probably call this a day soon and… oh shit, that is a big error right there!'

Muttering under his breath he started to rewrite the offending string only to find himself forced to pause when a cloud of gentle perfume enveloped him as Lily's hip brushed against him, knocking his hand away from his mouse.

"Oh…" her voice was light and airy, suspiciously so. "I'm sorry, Sebby, I wasn't watching where I was going."

A little pause.

He looked up to see her dressed in nothing but a little white shirt, hair tumbling loose down her back just the way he liked it, finger held to her full lips as though deep in thought.

"I think I'm gonna head off to the kitchen and plan out our dinner, okay?"

She sashayed off through the door and Sebastian smiled indulgently after her, quickly saved his work and climbed to his feet.

He knew his wife well enough by now to know when she wanted attention.

Sebastian walked into the kitchen to find Lily kneeling on the ground in front of the big picture window filling Nyx's food bowl and petting the effusively grateful feline as she did so. He padded softly behind her as she rose upright and slipped his arms around her waist.

"You look gorgeous in nothing but that shirt, baby," he whispered into her ear.

He lifted her hair and started to lay soft kisses along her neck, felt her shiver in his grasp, his own body quickly responding to her.

"Sebby…" she murmured his name and he allowed himself a few more moments to slowly undo all her buttons before spinning her around, wrapping his arms back around her waist and pulling her firmly against him.

"Did you wear this just to get my attention?" he purred, letting his mouth hover close to hers, teasing her with the lightest touch of his lips.

She let out a quavering sigh, sliding her hands up his chest, tugging at the neck of his shirt with her fingers.

"Maybe..."

Her lips sought his and he finally took pity on her and kissed her deep and long, letting his tongue slide gently inside her mouth, pulling her even closer against him, loving the little moan she made when she felt him hard against her.

"Well, it worked," he moved his head back and grinned mischievously. "Now, the question is... are you prepared to face the consequences?"

"What…?" she gazed up at him, eyes glazed with desire and puzzlement then let out a little shriek as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Time to take my wife to bed," he laughed. "I can't be neglecting my husbandly duties, now can I?"

Lily giggled and clutched at him as he carried her into their bedroom where he spent the next few hours performing his duties in a more than admirable fashion.

~The End~

Cute little page dividers by @chachachannah / Boring old plain green ones by me!

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inner-solstice · 10 months

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I hope I get to go to Pittsburgh.. the football game and family that I haven’t seen in years, I’m so excited to be with. With our kielbasa and pierogi (which I recently learned are called cheese buttons) is an absolute dream. My dominant Ukrainian side.

I will not allow myself to think too deep into it. Vacationing with my family has become unorthodox with major falsified platforms and dynamics.

My other side, my dad’s side,

Grandpa, every day, - his dementia is getting worse.

I called him and of course all we could talk about are our usual findings and articles of Harvard..I have always known our obsession over Ivy and global university and their findings.

Anyways

He has his short term moments.

Watching him talk in CA was almost like a train going to the same stop a thousand times.

The dementia is getting worse.

I want to go be with him, stay with them like how I used to. Unfortunately now, I’m an adult, I have LITERALLY over a thousand of dollars to pay in medical bills, plus, everything else. I wish I was licensed in CA.

Primp and Blow has been great…they respect my time. They are aware of my availability.

With hiring unlicensed girls, they, of course, are always looking for someone who is licensed. However, I’m only there when they need me., and when I need them. I made it clear I make more at the office, but also gain more experience with hair whenever they need me there.

Idk… hair used to be my thing…my passion….

I kind of feel like I lost it. I mean I feel a little out of place. I used to love hair and makeup. Going to school for it was amazing, I’ll never forget it. The person all tatted up, renting a chair and doing blowouts and color and makeup for my clients used to be my succession. However, now it’s not.

I enjoy being at the office. I’m not just a secretary, I’m an assistant, a hygienist, a sterilizer and manager.

I get paid really well. I enjoy leaning more and more. Yes, it is family oriented, it is a job we’re I find myself having a lot of leverage, but at the same time, I work hard. I enjoy the patients, they enjoy me. We are family oriented and I’m happy where I’m at right now. Yes of course there are flaws, and given benefits, but just like any other job or career, there’s always something to talk shit about.

I have made a position to where I’m comfortable, but also get to pursue uncomfortable positions to advance myself. I enjoy it. Im so familiar within the industry that other offices want me. Money is tight in this economy, but I enjoy what I do, and I’m good at it.

I still love hair, I love the cut, the color, and the blowouts and styling. However, I’m not happy.

It’s a major thing. My whole life used to surround hair.

But yet again….I had to make myself uncomfortable to make money…it was not easy to conform to the office. In fact…I struggled more with them than any other career I had. I will never forget the learning experience.

Right now I feel lost…idk if I love hair anymore, idk if I even care about dentistry.

I’m leveraging whether or not I need to collapse myself in order to find order haha.

I went to school for things I thought I would find myself in….now…I’m not so sure….

I still do hair of course, but a majority of my income is out of the salon. I make less where I’m at, which draws me working more at the office.

A part of me just wants to move away. Move to where I’m not familiar with anything, no memories or opinion, nothing, and do something different.

I’ve been taking drawing classes. I’ve been drawing a lot….it helps.

It’s funny because I knew even as a kid that I always thought I consistently needed training in ANYTHING, just to live my life.

We grew up with elementary, middle, and high school. I left with NAU and beauty school thinking that I would be somewhere.

Here I am, almost 26, and no passion.

I have also thought of the divided thinking with my at the time partner..they always wanted me to purse hair and makeup. Yet…..again…..I found myself doing things that I knew weren’t right for me. Maybe apart of me felt pressured. Idk

I’m stuck right now. I’m lost with opportunity. I have finally found more solace in myself in a healthy way with running and exercise, but I miss the routine of purpose. No wonder people become nutritionist and gym fanatics. Nothing else makes them happy…which I totally get.

This is apart of the journey. I knew this day would come. Now I need to figure it out…

I’ve been thinking moving out of state..

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cebwrites · 2 years

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we’re only getting older, baby

a/n: finally some good kirei food in this house, it’s what recchan deserves 😤💖

oc x oc | slight canon x oc (YoHawk) suggestive but nothing explicit shown word count: 2.2k

Wooden sandals clicked quietly against the floorboards, drowned out by the loud hooting and cheering from pirates all around - Reiji hesitantly leaned closer into the circle that had formed on the main deck, one of the adults made way so he could squeeze his way in with a sheepish ‘thank you’ - his accent still felt far too out of place. It had barely been a year since his feet last walked on samurai soil, the learning curve was expected but no less frustrating. They had to be in hiding, after all, erasing every part of his former self in order to simply survive.

Reiji focused his attention to the movement before him before his thoughts could fray any further. Fastidious limbs moved in a flurry of kicks, sweeps, and blocks. The opponents facing off against one another looked no older than he was.

Bright blue eyes drifted to the figure in black - stark white hair pulled into a loose ponytail, some manner of paint adored their face, too. They were small but their moments quick, somehow always one step ahead of the boy opposing them; in that very instant, he was enthralled.

Although Reiji had seen people of his country spar without weapons before, it was never like this.

「 They were amazing. 」

In the following months, Reiji had come to learn that the strange kid’s name was Kirin, only one year his junior. Even as they interacted more, he’d also noticed that Kirin was awfully quiet, rarely initiating conversations with him. The only times that he would get talkative was around Hani and Izzy, two older boys who were discovered as stowaways on this crew’s former ship with Kirin.

It wasn’t bad, there was a companiable silence that came with spending time alone in their presence. Though he still wanted to learn more about them, and Reiji found himself yearning for the companionship that the three of them shared. Their bonds would strengthen in due time, with Kirin allowing Reiji small peeks into his personal space whenever they felt appropriate, even referring to him as ‘Recchan’ from a certain point and so on. Reiji was grateful for being accepted, even more so see new sides to his new companion that he wouldn’t dream of asking for prior.

With close friendship, however, came close contact. This is where the trouble began.

Reiji couldn’t pinpoint when exactly in his mind that he’d stopped, or started, for that matter, seeing Kirin as a friend and as someone he wanted to be with. They always seemed so out of reach, so far ahead of him in terms of strength and social status with their peers.

Even so, Reiji still found himself longing for the comfortable silence that accompanied their alone time together, lighting up internally whenever their hands or shoulders met for whatever casual platonic interaction they’d have, that, in Reiji’s defense, also did with other friends, but no one ever made his heart skip a beat when their skin brushed against him like Kirin.

Whenever he thought of them, he thought of what life would look like at their side, not constantly playing catchup, but ideally keeping up with them as an equal. And, well, made Reiji did have a small inkling of when ties of friendship were dyed red with something... different.

「 Not realizing how far I’d fallen. 」

”You cut your hair?“

“Yeah, guys usually keep it short, right?”

Caught up in the whirlwind of feelings brewing deep in his chest, Reiji fails to mention how that’s patently false, or at least not entirely true, at least where the culture he grew up in was concerned. Men their hair proudly bound in topknots roamed the streets of the Flower Capitol long before Kaido’s tyranny was set upon them, a young Reiji even saw various hair lengths from the Beast Pirates that would come to suppress them.

All of that wasn’t important in the moment, hair was benign. What Reiji’s brain did focus on was a single term.

Guys.

All throughout his childhood, Reiji had never taken an interest in girls. He’d befriend daughters of fellow clansmen and play with them but whenever the topic of choosing a spouse came up at an uncomfortably young age, even in jest, Reiji always found himself drawing a blank as to whoever he’d want to build a life with, as older members would put it.

He’d always point to the friend he was closest with because it seemed to get the adults off his back, but wouldn’t understand why those friends he chose would get so weird with him afterwards with her cheeks tinted pink, some others even becoming upset with his choices. It wouldn’t be until years later when he met Akizuki, that everything slowly began to clear up.

Still, Reiji never talked about any of this.

When they’d first met, there was no indication of what Kirin’s gender was - everything about him sent mixed signals. The only thing Reiji could pick up on, was a subtle upset, as if hidden on purpose, whenever Kirin was associated with anything feminine. So he avoided that too, like any decent friend. It wasn’t information that implied maleness, though, and to Reiji’s teenage brain that had only been attracted to boy up until now, was a complete wrench in the works.

This, however, was explicit confirmation.

Kirin turns to leave, expression unreadable, the few seconds it takes for Reiji to process it all drag on a little too long for comfort, it seems, but the young man recovers quickly - he reaches to grab Kirin’s arm yet thinks against it at the last second for fear of being too aggressive, “Wait!”

He stops, one hand on the doorknob.

“Um, now that you have the desired ‘look’, would you like to perhaps do some guy- things.. with me?”

Reiji wishes the ground would open up to swallow him whole, Kirin stares at him like he’s an idiot for - One. Two.

Five full seconds before the laughter takes over and he has to lean against his dresser for support. There are visible tears in his eyes. Reiji prays that Narukami would personally strike him down so he wouldn’t have to die from shame instead. Reiji can’t do much else as he watches the apple of his eye slowly fizzle into quieter giggles - he doesn’t have a choice since Kirin’s blocking the door - the skies are ruefully clear, too.

“You’re hopeless, Recchan,” Kirin says between titters, Reiji prepares to excuse himself but once again misses his chance, “but cute, so I’ll allow it.”

The smile he’s given makes the humiliation disappear almost entirely, replaced by a kaleidoscope of butterflies stirring in his chest. Reiji is hesitant to open his mouth in fear of them escaping, so he responds to Kirin’s gesture with a small nod, ears tinted bright red.

「 I never had a chance. 」

Reiji’s head swims, the one thing that anchors him to the here and now is Kirin’s hand against the back of his neck, his own on the latter’s thigh. They pull away from each other, breathless, still linked to one another with a fine line of spittle between them.

“You.. you always kiss so dirty, Kir.”

“M’yeah? Is that praise or a complaint?”

Reiji huffs, avoiding direct eye contact for the moment while he catches his breath - Kirin only laughs as he leans back on one arm, taking a swig from a wine bottle he’d snagged at some point with the other. They enjoy the silence that settles, allowing heartbeats to slow and a chance for blood to flow away from Reiji’s ears. Kirin’s met with a raspberry when he points this out; they snog a little more.

Even the stars above, giant balls of gas millions upon billions of years away, pale in comparison to the light they illuminate in each other’s presences.

“Do you really have to leave tomorrow?”

Kirin looks up from where his head lays in Reiji’s lap, opting to stare out to the sea from the balcony they’re occupying instead.

“Yeah, ah ma said she’ll be here to pick me up in the morning. She’s rarely lenient about those kinds of things. On the bright side, though,” He turns back to him with a big ol’ smile.

“You’ll probably- no, definitely be a big-time swordsman by the time I get back, you won’t even have to worry about someone like me! You’re training under Mihawk, Recchan, the best!”

Kirin’s never seen a sadder shade of blue in anyone’s eyes before.

“Sorry, just looking for a silver lining,” Kirin sits up again, this time resting his head on the older boy’s shoulder. Reiji’s hand is automatically a comforting weight on his thigh. “This- all of it doesn’t quiet feel real, you know? I don’t wanna be away from you for so long. Or everyone else.”

“You’ll have Hani, though, you'll be the lives of the party on that island.”

“And you’ll have Captain and Mio-chan. Be a good big brother to her, mkay?”

It’s said it jest, but Reiji catches the faint twang of genuine emotion that this statement from him of all people carries - he hums, softly threading his fingers through Kirin’s short hair, the buzzed bits are a pleasant, tickly texture. If they could stay forever like this, crystalized in a moment of such tender vulnerability, neither would complain.

“Recchan,”

“Hm?”

“Since it’s our last night together - and it will be for a while, I-- could... we do it?”

Reiji’s brain shorts a fuse for a second or two as the words sink in, it’s only when Kirin unclenches a fist from his pocket to show a - crumpled, but still good - condom that it really dawns on him what exactly is being asked. All too suddenly, he feels cotton-mouthed and lightheaded from blood rushing to two places at once. His ears, and, well.

“If.. if you’ll have me, Kir. Of course.”

Face still buried in Reiji’s shoulder, positively glowing with heat, Kirin nods.

「 You were everything I’d dreamed of. 」

Morning greets the tangle of sheets and limbs occupying one of the many rooms in Mihawk’s castle with harsh rays of light streaming in through large windows barren of any kind of covering. You’d think a “vampire” would invest a little more in blackout curtains, even if this was just a free room that would become Reiji’s lodging for the next few years.

Thoughts of a similar vein swirl in Kirin’s head as he reluctantly hauls himself into a sitting position. He’d much rather spend another few hours avoiding the sun by hiding under the blankets, but knowing Ine, having them ripped off while Kirin and Reiji were in no state to be seen was a lot less appealing. Gently, he shakes the latter’s shoulders,

”Recchan, I’m gonna go get dressed. She’ll be here soon.” ”Will I still see you out?”

There’s something so forlorn in his tone that tugs on his heart strings, every shift to the edge of the bed feels like concrete. Kirin still manages a kiss on his cheek, lips, and forehead, though,

“Yeah, I’ll make sure of it.”

Breakfast is surprisingly domestic with the world’s greatest swordsman, a fearsome warlord at that, too. Kirin stumbles into the dining hall to see Reiji waving at him in his pjs - Mihawk bounces his sleeping daughter in one arm and puts down another plate of sausage, eggs, and potatoes down with the other - his own breakfast consists of a cup of coffee and toast.

The man looks only mildly haggard from the wonders of new parenthood but otherwise doesn’t act too differently from what Kirin’s gleamed. Reiji’s allowed to interact more candidly with the older man from whatever sense of comfort he’s built; Kirin still feels a little awkward. They all have a small laugh about Bone King’s snoring being heard especially through echoey halls, but the boys quickly quiet down once they remember last night’s activities.

Mihawk only looks vaguely smug behind his newspaper but it’s honestly hard to say with how little that man emotes. After breakfast Reiji does the dishes and Kirin keeps Mion entertained with a rattle and teething ring on the floor, Mihawk is just relieved to be able to stretch for a bit before he sits down to ponderfully stare out of one of those huge windows again, pretending like he isn’t watching his daughter in the cover of his eye.

Yoki drags himself out of bed in time to play with their kids and see Kirin off when Ine’s boat pulls up to the dock, a sleepy Hani in tow.

The captain’s goodbye to his boys is as mechanical as ever, uncomfortable around showing strong, tender emotions, but they hug him anyway. Regardless of whether Yoki’s stiff as cardboard, they know that he still cares for them. Mihawk only nods, waving baby Mion’s little hand in a surprisingly sweet gesture. Kirin and Reiji are allowed a moment alone together while the adults talk, whatever they needed to say had already been screamed the night before so they - they take this as an opportunity for a hug, a long one. They only part when Ine barks across the beach that she’ll leave whether Kirin’s on the boat or not.

They laugh, making time for one last kiss, a squeeze, before Kirin’s dashing across the rocks to catch his ride off Kuraigana.

「 Wait for me, my home. 」

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